Cursed (Meeka, Chaos, closed)

Oh, god, it's cold and everything hurts. Why does everything hurt? I blink, my eyes fluttering open as something annoying penetrates my mind. Then I realize that it's shouting and then I manage to place the shouts. It's Tammy... but why? My eyes open fully now and I let out a cry of fear as I realize that I'm lying on the floor and I am naked. I'm not ashamed to be naked, really, I wouldn't care less... had I been the one to take off my clothes.

My stomach protests and my breakfast of bread and butter is threatening to make a reappearance as I imagine the Peacekeeper fumbling at my clothes, touching my skin with his disgusting, flithy fingers. I recoil and sit up, my eyes narrowing as I realize that Tammy is figuring out what to do. "What are you doing here?" I hiss. As if it wasn't obvious. "You should be gone, where's Midnight? I distracted them so you could escape, you shouldn't even be here!" My protests die as she kicks in the door to my cell. Or... one could do that.

My clothes are lying in a messy heap on the table and I stand up carefully, making my way over to it to pull on the clothes. First my low-cut, green top and then I shimmy into my black skirt. The cuts on my knees seem more prominent than ever. I'm freezing cold and my vision is still a little bit fuzzy. Suddenly, I become aware of noises coming down the hall and I note Tammy's expression. It says as much as run and abandon her, but she should have known better that I refuse to do that.

So, I hesitate and wait, thinking of some plan that's just refusing to spring to mind. But then any plans I would have had become unimportant as a very pretty girl rushes into the cell. She has dark hair and she has the beautiful eyes. I blush, I'm still guilty. Blushes just don't go well with red hair.

She pushes Tammy into the wall and hisses something I can't understand. But her eyes tell me to do something. I don't know what it is she wants to me to do, so I guess that pretending as though I am still asleep won't work, considering that I am wearing my clothes. Instead, I stand, waiting as the voices draw nearer. "What the - " one of the Peacekeepers lets out a howl of rage as he notices that the door of the cell has been kicked in.

The other one spots me and I pretend as though I imagined the look of pure greed cross his face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the little red-head. It seems that you've made quite a mess of things, and you'll have to pay for that, oh yes." The Peacekeeper takes a step into the cell, grinning grotesquely at me. I flinch and the digust becomes evident on my face. "I see you've found your clothes," states the first Peacekeeper, the one who first noticed the bashed-in cell door. "Pity you won't be needing those any longer." two more steps and they're both standing in the cell.

I momentarily freeze up in shock when he touches me on the waist and then slowly wandering down, grinning at me in challenge. So I force myself to look as bored as possible, even as I am physically repulsed by him. I can see Tammy, but I have no idea what she's planning since the boulder of a man is standing half in front of me. He, in turn, is far too preoccupied by me to care where I am looking.

The other Peacekeeper stands a little further back, leering at me. "Looks like you're going to be a good little girl, right? Bad girls have bad things happen to them." His hand lingers on my face for a second longer than he should and I see him lick his lips. How much longer do I have to wait? I though Luna had some kind of plan? I'm really not in the mood to let myself be fingered.

Suddenly he twists around at the sound of a cracking noise. I don't have time to wonder what happened, because a metal bar smacks down onto the temple of the Peacekeeper. I squeal automatically as blood and brain matter splatters my face and clothes. It's horrific to see his head give away under the pressure of the bar, seemingly like butter. I've never seen a brain before... now I have. It's not pleasant.

But then there's a commotion and the remaining Peacekeeper pulls out a gun, pointing it at us three in turn. He gives a mad laugh, as he steps forwards. "Who wants to die first?" he roars. I tremble and eye the gun with fear. It's a dangerous weapon that I haven't seen all that much. Usually it's used for execution purposes, and then, there's an entire firing squad. '

"The killer?" He shouts, aiming his gun at Midnight. He lets out a hollow laugh and turns the gun on me. "Or you, the troublemaking redhead?" Then, his face twists into a dangerous smile, cocking his head a little as he looks at Tammy. "Or you... I haven't got a name for you yet. But you're a monster, aren't you," he whispers and laughs. "Let's kill you first, yes. Then I can take care of the other two," I watch in muted terror as he pressed slowly down on the trigger. "No!" Without thinking, I lunge at him, colliding with his monstrous frame.

My head rings and I simply am knocked back off of the Peacekeeper, mainly by the sheer force the gunshot creates. The bullet hits something that is luckily neither Tammy nor the other girl, so I allow myself one brief moment of wincing against the pain in my forehead. Naturally, running at a man that size, head-first, was not one of my smartest plans.

But then, I've never been known to actually think things out with precision. I stand up rather shakily, aware that the whole place is pretty much covered in blood. It looks... awful. I feel sick thinking that I have added to it. Actually, no, I've caused this whole thing. I'm suddenly unable to do anything. I hear Tammy scream something but I can't register it.

My eyes suddenly sting with tears as I glance down at the Peacekeeper whose head is split open, brains pooling on the floor in the midst of blood and shattered pieces of his skull. He might have had family. Maybe even children. I gasp as I choke, I feel as though I can't breathe. I hear shouts as Midnight tries to coax Tammy off the Peacekeeper.

I slump against the wall, my face white as paper, my hands shaking. This is all my fault. I know that the last Peacekeeper will be killed and then we have to escape before the other two show up. But I don't want to move. I want to sit amongst these blood and guts and feel sorry for myself.

(OOC: I am so sorry for replying so late. Something came up and I couldn't get on the computer until just now!)

Seeing the gun, hearing the bang, it's almost too much. I clutch one wall, my face going pale, my guts suddenly going ice cold as I stare wide eyed. Flight cries out in pain, and I can't help it. My legs go numb and I drop to my knees, just watching in horror. And in time with my fall, the Peacekeeper drops to the ground, his face bloody and destroyed.
Misfire.
The word repeats intself in my mind numerous times, and my dead brain tries to make sense of it.
Misfire.
I stare at Flight, who is obviously still alive, and then at the Peacekeeper, who is just barely. What happened? Flight... the Peacekeeper...
Misfire.
I'm leaning on my hands for support now. Exhaustion, relief, anger, joy... nothing seems to register. For a sickening moment, I hear nothing. I see nothing. I feel nothing. And not a single thought that makes sense comes through. The moment couldn't have been longer, and then the wheels start turning again, and the first thing that enters my brain is a single thought.
Misfire.
And then, as if a bullet had hit me, all the thoughts, all the realization, all the feeling comes back. It hits me so hard I can only stay there, frozen, while everything flashes before my eyes.
And then, slowly, I stand, and walk over to the Peacekeeper, gripping my knife. My eyes are blazing with anger as I stare down at him, unsure if he is alive or dead, and not caring.
I slowly kneel down next to him.
"I would stab you right now," I hiss, and my voice sounds broken, "but doing a nice thing for a mean person just doesn't seem to make sense in my scrambled mind right now."
Then, the fury still in me, I go over to the redhead. "You better have a good reason for just sitting there when we have to get her out of here."