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A terrible mistake was made
Who| Max and Kevin
What| End Game
When| End of Arena
Where| Amusement Park
Warnings/Notes| Gore. Death of a child.
The world was ending and she was alone. No, that was a lie. There was another left alive in this Apocalypse - Him, the one who had caused Courfeyrac to fall before his time. She had listened to the canons fire and looked at the still faces that were shown in the Arena, noting that He had yet to be counted among the dead. That was a problem she would fix.
Her skin felt like it was boiling...or was that her blood? Manticore had trained them to resist extremes in heat and cold, but even this new heat was beginning to tax her. Still she moved through what was left of the Arena with purpose. Part of her wished she had eaten the fruit from the orchard before the trees had burned away. It didn't matter. The hotter is became the angrier and more animalistic she allowed herself to be; this was what she was created for, hunting and killing. She was hungry for revenge, and how she planned on gorging on this revenge.
Weapons in hand and on her person, Max stalked through the park until she found the only other living soul. A direct attack to whatever he had become was too dangerous, but with so much gone and her only weapons good for close-combat she didn't have too many choices. Leaning down, she picked up a rock and threw it at Him. Let him attack first or at the very least try.
What| End Game
When| End of Arena
Where| Amusement Park
Warnings/Notes| Gore. Death of a child.
The world was ending and she was alone. No, that was a lie. There was another left alive in this Apocalypse - Him, the one who had caused Courfeyrac to fall before his time. She had listened to the canons fire and looked at the still faces that were shown in the Arena, noting that He had yet to be counted among the dead. That was a problem she would fix.
Her skin felt like it was boiling...or was that her blood? Manticore had trained them to resist extremes in heat and cold, but even this new heat was beginning to tax her. Still she moved through what was left of the Arena with purpose. Part of her wished she had eaten the fruit from the orchard before the trees had burned away. It didn't matter. The hotter is became the angrier and more animalistic she allowed herself to be; this was what she was created for, hunting and killing. She was hungry for revenge, and how she planned on gorging on this revenge.
Weapons in hand and on her person, Max stalked through the park until she found the only other living soul. A direct attack to whatever he had become was too dangerous, but with so much gone and her only weapons good for close-combat she didn't have too many choices. Leaning down, she picked up a rock and threw it at Him. Let him attack first or at the very least try.
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The new, extra teeth grew in strangely, wrong - the sides of his face were in tatters, jagged bone sticking out every which way...and worse, turning the inside of his mouth into an iron maiden for his tongue. He didn't speak, didn't roar - it was static that tumbled from his throat, mechanical and impossible.
"HHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHhhhhhh."
He didn't charge immediately - but his stance made it clear that he might, too-thin arms swinging back, the dislocated limb still in one hand.
He remembered the scent, somewhere in him. The girl, from the orchard.
A child. How hard could this be?
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