Beware OOC'ness... Indeed, saber vs. scissors doesn't leave much to the imagination. And anyone would be scared if they were her... Unless, of course, they were suicidal. Or just plain nuts. Kekeke, Valk may not even make it to a hospital! 3
And before I lose the motivation to evil motivation-stealers, here's chapter... Uh... Four?
The stare-down was still continuing.
Valk was getting more bored than scared. So for the sake of sanity, she made the first move, foolishly throwing the scissors at the famed Hunter of Mavericks.
Of which, he of course immediately dodged. But unluckily for Valk, the scissors had touched Zeros' hair... And clipped a few off while they were at it.
Now Zero was standing as still as a statue, expressionless, emotionless... But his voice. That certainly wasn't emotionless. Oh, no. It was brimming with emotions... Namely rage, fury, a little bit of... Insanity.
"Tell me that didn't take a bit of my hair off. Tell me."
Valk gulped, now weaponless. Though she still had speed. Not like it would exactly matter. The room wasn't large enough to be running around this way and that, dodging...
"I-i-it didn't, s-sir."
Zero glanced down to where a few strands of his beautiful hair were resting on the ground. "You lie!" With those two, simple words, the blonde hunter lunged at the reploid he now saw as an enemy.
The girls' eyes widened in fright, and she jumped away just in time. The whole lunging and doging process continued until Zero had the poor girl cornered.
Smirking, the commander of the zero unit advanced slowly until the two were just inches apart. Then he struck.
First, he lashed out and sliced a bit of her hair off in retaliation for what the scissors did. A hair for a hair and all...
Then he did something more violent. He grabbed hold of one of her hands and held it up. "And now, for a warning. If you ever accept a dare to come into my room again, and do whatever they tell you..."
Valk screamed. Loudly.
Zero had stabbed his saber into the palm of her hand.
"... It may not only be your hand that gets hurt."
He left it at that, deactivating his saber and going back over to his bed, where he threw his saber and himself. Sleep would make this go faster.
Though sleep was never to come.
The silence wouldn't claim Zeros mind. The silence was continously broken by uneven sobs, coming from the pest over in the corner. He growled, taking a pillow and using it to block out the annoying noise.
Valk glared at the blonde reploid, sniffling as she looked to her hand. A clean, yet bloody hole was now present. Bloody, and painful. Worse yet, she couldn't get to the med-bay, thanks to being locked into the room.
Looking up once more to glare at Zero, she stood, glancing around the room. What could she use for bandages... She did, afterall, like her blood-like oil very much.
It was what kept her alive, of course.
Quietly she crept towards the bathroom, and once there, closed the door slowly. But not quite completely. She feared the click of a closing door would set the commander off again.
The bathroom she found, was scary.
There was way, WAY too much shampoo. And conditioner. And types of brushes and combs.
Shuddering, she made her way over to the towels. Taking one, she wrapped her hand in it... Though he'd probably murder her later, she'd rather not bleed everywhere for the moment.
Not wanting to go back into the main room, she sat on the edge of the tub, staring down at the ground. There didn't seem to be much to do other than wait.
End chapter four