Falling Out of line //Killz(?); Marr

I"ve already turned away from doing the one thing I didn't want to do because I know what my dad will do if I come home with the evident signs of a fight. I don't want that. He'll take it upon himself to wait for me every morning and practically make me feel like a real child. I dread the thought. That's why I take the moment to look behind me, because I don't want some sneak attack from Marcus, should he try to do something. I also wanted to see if he made any rude comments or actions behind my back. If you can't say it to my face... then don't say it behind my back. I say to myself. Then, almost as suddenly as I look back, I notice the face he gives me, but before I can even comprehend that he's actually coming after me, I reach for my hatchet. Maybe with that in sight, he might back off when I show that I'm not afraid to use it, however, my fingers slip away from the handle.

I find myself dodging his attack, but he misses me so easily. He's barely even close to me. I want to laugh. I begin to laugh, but I stop myself, but not before showing off a grin. "You couldn't hit a birch if you were two inches from it, jerk." I say the words with hatred. With a fire in my voice and I consumate this fight, by attacking back. By swinging my fists hard and fast and with every bit of strength I've got. I hate to see the look on the girl's face, but I didn't throw the first punch.

I was now free to defend myself.

[dice=200+5000]

5135 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
[rand=67472098309873250342676823819414440969550459462951709390202769323769]

I push forward with everything that I've got. My mind in a whirl as I take each step to hit Marcus with my force. My might. However, there is this moment that I think I flinch and the suddenly he blocked me. Was I just unprepared to really strike him? Is that why he was able to block me? Was the thought of actually causing harm to him that much for me to deal with that I failed? You shitass. Why not take your hit like you need. Something to calm you down. You must not have gotten punishments as a child, cause I'm starting to think your more uncilivilzed that that pretty girl over there. My mind races with words, but none of them reach my mouth. I'm to much into this fight to talk. My breathing so incredibly fast that I hear Marcus's words after he's said them. Everything is running too fast, except for me.

Then Marcus comes at me. His hatchet in his hand. I realize this just got real. More real than just some boys fighting in front of the school. More than just punches and hits. This was serious. Blades were nothing to play with and now, I"m forced to realize that defending myself was going to be the only way to save myself. Will the girl run? Will the girl try to stop the fight? What if...? Then Marcus advances. The blade comes at me with force. I try to shy away, reaching diligently for my hatchet, but one glance away and I feel this uncertain amount of pain and burn through my leg. I crumple to the ground. My eyes shut with the pain. I dare not look, but I know what he just did was bad. That my dad would have to find my body out here void of life soon. The white blinding pain taking over my body for moments, but I have to get back up cause I know, this fight with Marcus isn't over. He wasn't out for a boyhood fight. He was out to kill me.

I roll over with so much pain, and see how my leg isn't a whole anymore. I feel the hot liquid drip from my eyes, but I don't declare them tears. It's adrenaline. I find myself somehow back up on my foot. Unsteady. My face pale with a cold feeling. I find the hatchet somehow, and I lunge out for Marcus unable to think.

[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage[rand=308732745415997235150209552146055736743492897868442970720749557633]

I lunged out at Marcus, my body numb with pain. THere's so many moments of uncertainty now that I can't concentrate. I can only think to defend myself. To hurry up and lay him down somehow so he won't try to hurt me again. There is so many thoughts running through my head. My mom. My dad. My little sister. How are they going to react when they find me? Half a leg missing? Half of my life taken away from me at just fourteen? Will I be able to survive this? Will I?

I find myself staring at Marcus when the blade rips a line in his head. It's something. I'm aiming to take him down. To show him that I'm not playing and that I"m fighting back, but so many things are going through me. That for once, I"m still able to defend myself, but there's hardly any need. He missed me again. Blinded by rage, his attacks are futile. I see these dots in front of my eyes, but I blink them away hastily. I can't give up now. Not after what he just done to me. The blood leaving me so quickly, that I know I won't have much time before I pass out or worse. Won't the girl help me? Will the girl do something or will she run?

I have no choise. I take my life and throw everything I've got into this one hit, cause I'm sure it'll be the last time I stand up straight. I lerch forward, falling in the process, but the hatchet swings in his direction.

[dice=200+11000]
11168 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage

*Seth's Damage: 9.0*[rand=84157719343342774888557825028436542247117865133518695024808631483]

There was only so much I could do. I felt absolutely weakened. My leg has since become numb where my foot was suppose to be, and to make matters worse, I felt as though I couldn't stand any longer. The dots were forming fast in front of my eyes, but with every blink, they kept staying. I noticed that I gave him yet another cut but on his calf this time. I wish he knew what it felt like to feel my pain. To know that at any moment could be my last, but I refuse to give up. I live in the moment. I live for myself. I need to do what I have to in order to protect myself. As I lay on the ground on my knee and two hands, I feel like I want to pass out. I wish my dad was near. I wish I had gone to work at this rate. Would they even come looking for me this time? Would it be too late?

"DAMNIT...." I scream out, but as I look up I see Marcus come at me again, and once again, I feel the sting of his blade. I flinch, but the cut only damages my head. We're even. He cuts my leg. I cut his. I cut his head, he cuts mine. We're playing a game of ditto. I want my last attack to be the finale. I want this over. I want to call out for help, but would that be cowardice of me? Would that be wrong? IS it? I don't hesitate. AS soon as he cuts my head, the pain is what makes me move. My blade swings outward. I only hope he feels the pain that he has given me.

[dice=200+11000]
11050 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage


Seth damage: 13.5[rand=244758008771101329779562029885502617411892849203225658243189047897]

Once again, I hardly can beleive that I only give him a shallow cut. The blood is thin that comes from him. I'm hardly doing any damage at all to him but what he did to me the first time is really hindering me. It really is hurting me and I can barely stand the pain now. The more I move, the more I feel woosy. I feel like I want to sleep, but I can't help but think of my luck. Once again, he misses and I let out this draining laughter.

"Marcus... you have horrible aim. At least, I... hit you. At least, my swings aren't worthless..." I say, my breaths laboured. I know he's going to hate me after that. I know that he's going to be super angry after that one, but one last time. One last hit. I have to make this count, and I throw the axe at him. Throw it in his direction. Waiting for the connection.
[thrown knife/axe code]
[dice=200+9000]
9036 -- Knife in Stomack -- 6.5 damage

Seth damage: 13.5
[rand=17526809106485974706889228995157978978802267759064404850125321806]

"Marcus... you have horrible aim. At least, I... hit you. At least, my swings aren't worthless..." Says the one with a missing leg. Then he throws his axe. WHO DOES THAT? At least he's weaponless. Then it hits me. Right in the stomach. I painfully take it out, and equip it in my other hand. "You're screwed, motherfucker. May the odds be ever in your favor!"

Before I attack him, I summon my inner demons from within. They've helped me with bad days, with long runs, and having to carry large loads far distances. I know they can help me now. "You're screwed now, Seth. Completely screwed."

[dice=200+11000]
11028 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage

Marcus: 18[rand=135318137363841951082035959555551516020388524157787562786278649]

He says some sarcastic remark. Then pushed me. Backwards. "You bitch!" I stumble backwards, blood dripping out of my stomach. "You deserve to die!" I'm raging now. I don't care about the girl. I just need to get Seth down. Deep enough that he can't back up.

I take a deep breath, and throw down one of the hatchets. I grip onto the one I have now. I take another deep breath. Dear Ripread, please help me. I swing. Using all the remaining strength I had, I used it in this swing. I don't care about anything. Nothing really matters at all.

[dice=200+11000]
11006 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damage

Marcus: 18.5[rand=02464521822458243223416686040804402311826406512123238168070880100466]