The Bloodbath [Non-Victor]

My heart beats through my chest.

Emotion is a whirldwind, cascading around me and it leaves me no choice but to run. I don't think I'll be able to make a swift get away, but this is the only coping mechanism I have known. Music pulsates through my body, bass strumming my heartstrings further and creating a terrible symphony that threatens to drag me to an early grave. 

There's already one foot in it - I have held power's hand for far too long with no consequence. Time is not on anyone's side, let alone a girl like me. I am tarnished in every aspect and my personality has been roughed around so much that the light has almost burned out. This is why I was so desperate to illuminate myself once again, to glow an abhorrent neon: to remind myself of how great a girl can be.

Foolish, really, to think that anyone deserves a second chance. That isn't how life works.

It chimes in time with the music, wallowing and willowing between the bodies that dance between its blades. Then, there's a crash, frightful in its ignorance.

The calamity crashes down against my body and I feel it for the first time; the taste of my own medicine cuts through my thick skin with ease. There's no blood, but I can feel the beginning of a bruise start to bloom. Maybe this too will be neon, albeit in a more sickly and unrelenting way than I had ever imagined.

My eyes dart from face to face, item to item and light to light. Between the darkness, I try to tie everything up neatly into an escape, but it is no use. This is forever, and if death doesn't destine me to a box in the ground, then certainly my mind will plague me. 

I hold my heart in my hand and squeeze it, close my eyes and wish upon an imaginary falling star, watching as it darts from the sky and into a fountain like a penny.

I never wanted this. I never wanted any of this.

Some girls just want to go home.

v e r a .

the girl’s got style, legs for miles: see ‘em walk all over you

Lights, sound, sand, and too much of all of them. As the ground kicks up around me I think briefly about just how annoying it's going to be trying to get this out of everything. So coarse. It gets everywhere. So annoying, maybe more annoying than the whole killing each other thing... which, as I get my bearings, suddenly comes back to my mind. Time to stop fucking around. 

I can see an intimidating sword off in the distance, with a disgusting neon fanny pack tangled up around the hilt. Two birds with one stone. Why not?

I run for it. Even though shorts feel impractical for protecting my legs, I'm grateful for the ease of movement they provide. Go Vera, go!

My steam runs out when I feel someone behind me. I've never liked it when other people got up in my space, and that's no different here. Sorry to my nails, but I'll be using you after all. I whip around, hair fanning out behind me and launch. Artemis. She's going for Lucia. Shit!

vera attacks artemis, unarmed.

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result: 5033 -- Gash/Bruised Right Shin -- 3 damage

vera grabs neon fanny pack