thearena | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who| Alpha and Blaine
What| Blaine wants to die, Alpha wants to kill, it's a match made in heaven.
Where| Adventureland
When| After the fireworks
Warnings/Notes| Alpha, death, suicidal intentions.

Alpha squatted near the river, close enough to see his reflection, not so close that something could leap out and take a bite. He stroked a hand over his face speculatively, lingering over the still shiny burn scars, streaked across the right side of his face, low enough to avoid taking out an eye but still plenty noticeable below it.

A Sponsor had helpfully sent medicine to stave off infection and pain, but aside from that and a knife he held in his other hand, gifts had been far and few between this Arena. Alpha had a suspicion his new face had something to do with it. "Shallow," he murmured, tilting his head side to side. "What is the world coming to."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Alpha had heard the footsteps but ignored them, figuring if someone was going to attack him while his back was turned, they'd end up thrown into the river and he could go on with his miserable day.

The voice took him off guard. "Anderson?" he said, turning to face the kid. "Blaine Anderson, still in it, who would have thought. You like? I think they make me look dashing." They were a humiliating reminder of when he'd let his guard down and been sent running, but that wasn't a topic for polite conversation.

He looked up Blaine up and down. "Looks like this one's been rough all around."

"It doesn't matter if they do or not. Once you're out of here they'll erase it like it never happened." He gestured up at his face, where there was no hint of the scar Alpha had cut there. "See? You'd never even know some psychopath took out his disgusting fetish on me."

He ignored the comment about how he looked. He knew that he was filthy with dirt, sweat and blood. He knew that his hair was a matted nest of tangled curls and that his skin was coated in a nice layer of the grime of this abandoned amusement park.

Edited 2013-04-20 20:12 (UTC)

Alpha shrugged carelessly, though a hand slipped casually behind him, where he kept the knife tucked at his back, slipped into his belt. "You say fetish like I do it for my own sake. I like to think of them as gifts. A sign of individuality, a rare concept in this day and age. Although simply wiping it away does rather ruin the point of it all."

"Oh come on, you're smarter than that. You weren't expressing my individuality when you cut me. It was for your sake. I bet you jerk off at night thinking about your little gifts too," he commented. He knew he was being vulgar and gross, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. "Sorry to say bro, but that makes it a fetish."

Edited 2013-04-21 21:00 (UTC)

Alpha whistled. "You've gone through some changes since last time we ran into each other. This is what, your second time, and already you're going dark on us?" A warning tone was entering his voice. He drew the knife and flicked it open, figuring if Blaine was in the mood to poke the sleeping bear he wasn't going to run at first sight of a blade.

"Trust me when I say I know fetishes, and this has nothing to do sex. I'm an artist." He grinned, sharp and predatory. "Anyway, you're not my type."

Blaine looked at the blade with a slightly hungry expression and then back at Alpha.

"Prove it," he challenged. He thought he ought to be nervous or scared, but he wasn't. He just wanted all of this over.

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you asking for a facial or for me to kill you?" he asked, and he sounded terribly amused. "What's happened to you that you're looking for the nearest ledge to jump from? That you chose me to be that ledge." He held up a hand almost before he finished speaking. "No, wait, don't tell me. I don't actually care."

He lifted the knife, hefted it a few times to remind himself of the weight, then threw it, aiming for Blaine's torso. It wasn't made for throwing and trying for a more specific target wouldn't result in much accuracy, even assuming Blaine would actually hold still. But it was a start.

Blaine didn't move though. He only opened his arms as Alpha talked to him and welcomed the knife when it was thrown.

It hurt more than Blaine thought it would. He felt like the air was being knocked from him as it entered his body. His hands moved to where it was sticking from them.

He couldn't speak. He looked down at it and then back up at Alpha. He didn't seem angry or confused. There was just a silent acceptance in his face.

Alpha watched this display for a moment, then sighed. "You know, I don't get many people coming to me asking for this," he said conversationally, moving forward to grasp Blaine by the shoulder the knife by the hilt. "You'd think it would be convenient, but really, it just makes things boring."

He yanked the knife out and moved his hand from Blaine's shoulder to grip the side of his head, holding it still while Alpha lifted the knife to slit his throat. He found himself not in the mood to draw things out.

Blaine would probably be grateful for that, once he woke up. For now he could do little more than collapse and bleed out. At least it was over quickly for him as his mind faded away into nothing.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only