Dirty Dancing - Dem-ky style

"Yo... you're my opponent... I have to fight you?" I studder. This can't be. Once again, I'm going to face the wrath of another man. I've been hurt too many times and I've learned to take care of the problem before I am faced with death. Fight to the end. Cause in the end, will I ever get peace?

"Just stay away if you know what's good for you. Cause, I won't take it easy on you. Our final dance." I state, a watery substance coming to my eyes. It always happens. I can never find a soulmate without having to fight for my life. I take one of the knives in my hand and slash at him to make my point.

[dice=200+2000]
Miss -- 0.0 damage

Kyanite: 0.0

I can't believe he dodged me so easily. How is that possible? Maybe, I've become emotionally attached to him. Maybe that's the reason that I fear I acted out too irrationally. Though, I've thrown the first gauntlet. I made the first move. I curse under my breath for my behavior. Please forgive me... for I feel there's no other way.

Without notice, my shoulder gets cut, and I hiss out. I can't show pain. I can't show tears. I am suppose to be strong. Never to show my weakness. I can handle the pain as long as I keep my mind focused, but how can I when I'm fighting some I had danced with. Felt some kind of feelings for.

I have to fight this feeling. With it, I throw my blade.

[dice=200+9000]
Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage

Kyanite: 3.5

I throw the blade to heal myself. To keep away all the things that I might hold dear to me to keep myself from being hurt. From being taken advantage of. I hate this feeling of utter helplessness when it comes to not wanting to hurt Demitri. I've known him. Danced with him. Got my foot stepped on by him. It's only natural that my throwing is off. Then, here comes his blade and rips that very image out of my head.

I feel so much pain in my arm. The deep gash on my arm bleeds freely and I hear myself moan and fall to my knees for a moment. No tears escape but my groan does. I look at at him harshly. "Why? Why must you be like them..." With hurt fueling my movements, I fling another knife at him. My supplies are dwindling. How many knives do I have left, before I need to get a new weapon?

[dice=200+9000]
Miss -- 0.0 damage

Kyanite: 11.5

I can't figure out why all of a sudden my attacks against him aren't working. What there is about him that keeps me from doing what I have to.Why he attacks so freely and hurts me to no ends. Will this dirty dance that we are competing in be my final act? Will I dance my final step and be gone sooner than I think?

Perhaps.

He swings the weapon and I feel this splitting in my head. A pounding amount of pain and I collaspe to the ground, clutching my head. Blood pours from the wound. It hurts. My vision begins to fade with this feeling overcoming my system. I try to stand, but I fail. I can only make it to a sitting position and that's where I stay. Except for the blade that I thrust out quickly toward the guy that just put me down.

"Our final dance... " I whisper out to him.

[dice=200+9000]
Shallow Cut on Thigh -- 3.5 damage

Kyanite: 20.5

Our final dance...

The words leave my mouth so quickly and I can't help let those thoughts linger within my very soul. I hate that I'm not going to be able to dance with him any more. He was so light on his feet.. until he stepped on them. Even then, I didn't let it bother me. I was there for the fun of it that one night. Now, it seems as though this will be the final moments. The last dance before midnight. Before I am set to bound off into the cold and frostbitten night. That's what it feels like all of a sudden. The blood that leaves my body through the wound on the back of my head. I feel like I want to cry, but as I sit here holding my head, I feel his arms around me once again.

It's where I truely want to be. He whispers into my ears as I feel hardly anything but pain. I want to cry, but I can't seem to find the ways. I've lost the ability to cry through all the tears that have spilt in my years of torture. Now, I resolve to just revel in the pain because it actually feels real. I grimace as he talks to me. Apologizes to me. I understand though. This fight wasn't suppose to happen. Not between us.

"It's... okay..." I state, but I see him aim for his weapon again. He has to keep hurting me despite not wanting to. This is the battle after all. It makes me fear him, suddenly. Enough that I try to get out of his arms only to get this wound yet again. I cry out; weep without tears. I fight back though with everything I muster. My knife is my last. I have to hold on to it for dear life. I slash at him, in hopes that he'll regret that he has to keep hurting me. If I put up a fight, maybe he won't have to keep apologizing.

[dice=200+2000]
Deep Gash on Right Calf -- 8.0 damage


Kyanite: 24.0

He hurts me. Over and over... and over. The blade in his hands touches my skin in ways that is unwelcomed. The blade that seems to draw the blood out of my body. Willing it to leave me as I feel so intensely weak. I hate that I've gotten myself into this mess. I felt this connection to him the moment he walked into this arena of sorts. I knew this battle wouldn't end well for me. Not against him. The dark demon. The red devil. He is what his name proceeds him that I gave him.

The dark demon holds me tightly. I can't get out of his grasp. Again, he takes to using the weapon on me and he seems to linger on my legs before the blade pushes deep within my skin. I arch my back in his grasp. I screech in pain. I try to flail and make my way out of his arms, but I can't. I just can't seem to get the strength.

"I can't sit still.. AH!" I hiss as the world around me begins to spin. The bloodloss starts taking effect. I feel myself start to shiver. This isn't right. No. THis isn't right at all. Once again, with knife in hand, I slash at him. I just need to escape before he kills me. An innocent as he states.


[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage

Kyanite: 32.0