thearena | Forget Your Running, I Will Find You [Closed]

WHO| Howard, Draco, Eponine and Lindsay
WHAT| Howard and Draco run into each other, Eponine dies.
WHEN| Week 2
WHERE| Fantasyland
WARNINGS/NOTES: Death, mind control.

Having escaped both Grey and Aunamee, Howard takes a little while to compose himself. If he thought near-death experiences would eventually desensitize him, he hasn't been proven right yet. He's shaky and bleeding in a few places, and the unusual calmness he felt when he entered Fantasyland has entirely left him. He clutches his knife so hard that his fist is a whole shade lighter than the rest of his body.

It's starting to get dark, but he doesn't dare call Eponine's name. He climbs through a shop window and looks around, realizing rather suddenly that he's not alone in the cramped, dilapidated building. There's someone else breathing, someone nearby who's probably just heard him enter. Someone probably reaching for a knife of their own right now.

Hoping it's Eponine, Howard grabs the lighter in his pocket from the Sponsor and flicks it on, taking a step back. It reflects off a pale face and light hair that have featured in plenty of his nightmares lately.

"Oh, great. You."

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Howard shrieks as Eponine's head flops in his lap, as a spray of blood from her scalp covers his face and neck. She lands with her face to the side, showing him her eyes aren't closed, that the blood vessels in the one facing upwards have popped and left her eyes a demonic red. Her mouth is slightly open, as if to say, 'oh...'.

It takes a second for him to tear his eyes away from her to look at what actually hit her. It's a man he doesn't know, someone with a metal rod. "Please don't kill me! Please!"

Howard grabs Eponine's wrist, bolts up, drags her about five inches and then drops her. She was trying to kill him, he thinks. She's not his friend. She's already dead. What's he going to do with a dead body? But he's so loath to leave her. He falls back, a little out of Lindsey's hitting range.

There's something to be said for the sudden inclusion of someone else. Of course, it didn't take out Howard, but it looked as though he was severely injured. And Eponine was dead or dying, and Draco still felt a good amount of self-satisfaction that he had helped bring both of them down to this, and still get away relatively unscathed. Entirely unscathed, perhaps.

He hesitated another moment, then smirked to himself and ducked back out of the building, leaving the three - two - of them to their devices. Maybe he'd hear a bit more cannon fire that night.

Out of sight, Lindsey assumed the other boy had gone off, leaving him with the dark guy and the dying —dead— girl. It was cute how the guy tried to drag the girl's corpse with him, although not understanding the relationship between them, Lindsey could only smirk at the foolishness.

"Sorry for taking your revenge from you," he said as he now pointed the tip of his large metal bar at the remaining survivor. No more element of surprise, but one on one, he could take him.

"But hey, think on the bright side, I'll send you out too. Sorry, buddy, it's the rule of the game."

"Revenge?" Howard gets his feet under him and tries to ignore the way those words send a chill up his spine. Maybe it's just the way all that blood is cooling on him. He glances back down at Eponine, at the strands of black hair matting into the head wound. She's dead, she's definitely dead. Her skin looks the color of dried bone is the dim light. A lock of hair near her mouth is perfectly still, creepily so, like a photograph, whereas if she were alive it would be rustling back and forth with her breathing.

"Make it...make it fast..."

But Howard doesn't intend to stick around and see if Lindsey follows his request. He jolts upwards, straightening his legs despite the screaming in his thigh, and slams his hand down on the windowsill. An impaling shard of glass erupts all the way from his palm through between his second and third knuckle. He swings his legs over the sill and starts to stumble and run out of the building, away from Lindsey, hoping he's not being followed.

Lindsey would've gladly made it fast, how does getting brained in one hit sound? Except the guy would rather stab himself in the hand than to stand still, and how could Lindsey blame him?

If he was feeling adventurous, Lindsey would follow the obvious blood trail left behind, but he wasn't here to hunt. He had walked in and killed the girl because it was an opportunity kill, but now that the guy had ran off, it would be too troublesome to chase after him.

Shaking his head, Lindsey checked to see if there was anything useful on the dead girl before heading off to the other direction. He didn't even know their names, oops.

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