Predator and Prey
I started my search for Rin by quietly coursing around the building. I looked for any sign. I finally found some more writing on the wall.
Come to me, my prey.
Little did HE know, the predator and prey were now swapped. I was now the seeker. I finally reached a dead end hallway, pitch black. But I didn't care-I was completely fearless. I saw a sliouette of something. I knew it was Rin. I had my sights set on him. I readied my sword for the fight.
Rin: Take your best shot.
My vision was meager at best. I would have to rely on my other senses. I silently and gracefully charged foward...My sixth sense seemed to have him pinpointed-no...there was a change...a shift in position, to the right. I turned my aim to the right. I sensed I was about slam into him, so I thrust the blade. I felt it tear through flesh. There was a gasp and a gagging noise. I wrenched the sword back out. I didn't mean to keep stabbing him, but I did. Time after time, gag after gag. My arm was finally too tired to move, so I stopped. But then I felt a flash of cold flesh graze my hand as I felt the sword torn from it. I then felt a horrible jab as something entered my chest...and came out through the back. There was a soft clap, and the room became dimly lit. Rin's face shown, full of acrimony and murder. His chest and stomach area litterally looked like bloody swiss cheese. I was shocked at the damage I had done, and Rin was obviously abashed by it.
Rin: Where do you get the GALL to do this to me?
I pulled the sword out of chest, and it hurt like hell. Blood was running down my front. I took some steps back, but Rin began to approach. I desperately began to think of something...what to do? He whipped out a knife, purplish in color. The blade curved. The end was dark red with dried blood. He wrenched me foward by grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. The blade hung precariously above my head. My hand which was thrashing for something found the handle of a gun. I had no idea how it got there-But then, Rin was just FULL of suprises. I pulled it out and did it without more than a passing thought.
I shot him in the head. His right eye was gone, and blood was everywhere. He howled in agony, and girpped his head. He dropped his knife. I picked it up carefully. I then, with precision, threw it hard, and the blade landed right in his bleeding remains of a head. He screamed more, his teeth bared, bloody and yellow.
Rin: I will get you for this, Janovah!! I SWEAR it!!
He began flailing his hands for something. He whipped out a pistol, and cocked it. He discharged it before I had a chance to react. It slammed me in the chest. But I was still alive, though my energy was running out.
Rin: You may have blinded me, but I can still hit you!
I readied my sword again and charged foward. I swung it above my head, and stopped short of Rin. I brought it down, but before it could do its work, Rin snatched it in his hand. It was cutting into his fingers and palm, but at this point, I don't think he gave a damn. He ripped the knife out of his head. Using his free hand, he brought he knife down on my wrist. I sure he had cut my hand off...but he hadn't. He had only opened the vein. I ripped the sword out of his grasp, removing his pinky. He howled more...I the only action I could think of. I gripped the sword, and brought it above my head. I ripped it down, and removed his head clean from his shoulders. But even afterwards, his arms twitched and flailed. He was still alive. I knew I couldn't kill him, so I ran. I ran blindly around corners, until I couldn't anymore. I tripped and fell. I crawled and limbed, the blood loss getting to me. I moaned meekly, but I finally gave. I closed my eyes, and collasped on the floor, bleeding.
3rd Person
Torn's POV
Torn awoke to the feeling of carpet on his face. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. I got up carefully, his back sore. There was blood on the floor. He had thought he heard yelling earlier, like someone in trouble-Janovah! He hurried out, and around various corners. He turned one and what he saw caused him but not to help an uttering cry. Janovah was lying there, trail of blood following her. Her wrist had been cut, and she had been shot, as well. He hurried over to her dormant body.
Torn: Janovah!! Please don't be dead!!
He realised-She can't die. She wasn't even techinacally alive. But even still, she needed help. He gingerly lifted Janovah from the floor. He ran carrying her to his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, and scratched around for some medical supplies. He found his first aid kit, under his bed. He opened it, and began to close Janovah's wounds. He had to do this often in the Underground. Except, the wounds were copius. He used a pick and removed the bullet. Janovah had started moaning and moving slightly. He was afraid she would start thrashing, but she did not, which was a relief. He used sheets to soak up the blood. After about an hour of grueling work, all of her wounds were closed and cleaned. She became more aware, and she started speaking, moaning, and even cried a little.
Janovah: Where am I?
Torn: You're with
me...It's okay.
The whole time she did not open her eyes. But that didn't matter-he had to find the source of these injuries. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. She immdeditely began to calm.
Torn: I'll be back. Stay here, don't move.
He turned and left, confident she wouldn't go anywhere. He followed the trail of blood that guards and bystanders were gazing at. It reached a dimly lit dead end hallway with no doors or windows. There was just writing on the wall.
Momento Mori