`` i thirst for {real} blood // bb vs hb
Jul 7, 2014 20:45:13 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jul 7, 2014 20:45:13 GMT -5
Her head had looked ludicrous resting on the ground, far from her neck. He could remember the way it felt when his sword bit into his neck and chewed all the way through her. He had felt the pressure in his hand, straining him, telling him he should pull out because he was going to really hurt her if he continued on. He had gone further and further and further until finally, her neck suddenly gave. He had severed her head from her body without even realizing it, having brought his sword around in a sweeping arc and from there he learned a bit about the complete fragility of the human body, how it could take bruises, beatings, cuts, but the neck was vulnerable. He should be aiming for it more often.
Blood spurted through the air, painting the town red and everything around him in it. He felt it on him, coming out of the cuts and gashes that were now being given to him. He could feel himself losing the ability to even stand as he stood numb, sword gripped in his hands. He felt himself get cut by an angry boy who had fire coming out of his eyes and Potato wanted to warn the boy that he was on fire but his hands were red from blood and his ears were stuffed with cotton.
He looked dumbly down at the sword as he felt a blade dig into the flesh on his cheek. Opal's initials were covered in blood. As he rubbed his thumb over the letters, blood marked him and somehow he could feel himself coming back, as if he was somehow very far away from here.
"That ain't right," I say soft, head clouded over and fingers wet with blood. Someone's blood mixed with my own blood. Whoever they are I giss we're blood brothers now. I look aroun' me, assessin' ther situayshin. Las' time I went away I woke up an I had some bloody meat in my bag. This time I reckon it's somethin' differen' 'cause I could feel myself leavin' as soon as I took that blade to ther chest. I ain't in ther knowin' of what's goin' on now but I reckon somethin' or nothin' 'cause Miss Sonja is screamin fer me ter git.
An' I do it. I start gittin'. I try ter but I trip over somethin' an' I don't know what so's I take a gander down an' I've just stumbled over the fiery head of ther girl who gashed me in ther ches' an' it's a her head an' it ain't attached no more ter her body 'an blood is poolin' inter ther groun' an' my knees are in it an' it's sticky an' it's warm an' her eye's are open an' she ain't blinkin' an' she ain't got no body where her body at? Ripred, it's over yonder, jus' feet away an' her neck is bloody an' is her body still twitchin? An' I'm a wonderin' who did this even as I realize with ther most sickenin' of feelin's that it were me.
I retch.
I stan' an' I scoop up her bag an' I retch an' I take it 'cause I reckon I'll need what's in it but I'm gonna be sick I knows for a fac' that I will. Ripred, please, what have I done? What has this son a' yer's done? I killed 'afore. I did them Avox in but I ain't never killed in such a gruesome way an' I ain't certain a' what's behin' me or what's in fronter me neither. I run, blind, feelin' sick, feelin' hatred. I hate me. I hate me so much that I can feel the hatred diggin inter my stomach an' makin' me feel sick an it ain't from the bleeding wound neither.
An' it's as if me finally realizin' ther wounds is what makes ther pain start. I collapse, hands curlin' inter yank at my shirt an' try ter tear it from my body. It feels like everywhere it's touchin' me it burns me. I feel like i'm burnin' all over an' alls I kin see is Miss Tiger's head in my own head an' it ain't jus' sittin' there, it's starin' at me, all accusinatory an' I feel like she's alookin' right at me, damnin' me ter heck with her glare, her beseachin' look. What have I done? Ripred, what have I done?
My knees dig inter ther san' an' my knees curl up inter my stomach as I my han' goes ter my stomach an' I feel ther blood that's leavin' my body. My han' comes away from it, shakin an' covered in red. I deserve this pain fer what I done here. I know it fer certain, but that ain't meanin' that I want it. It hurts bad, real bad, like I been ran over with a tractor or trampled inter the earth an' my fingers tighten into fists an' loosen agin' an' agin'. My breathin' comes heavy an' quick. It hurts, it hurts. I wish for a half secon' that someone will en' my pain too, come an' cut my head off please, someone, sir, miss, please.
But I reckon Sonja's right.
She needs me.
Opal Earnest, my wife, she needs me. I c'ain't die here. I won't die here.
I pick myself up.
I git myself off the groun' an' I nearly scream from ther pain of it but I gotter fin' me Miss Ingrid an' Miss Sonja 'cause they relyin' on me ter continue an' I promised myself that I'd protect them too. I ain't a promise breaker. My Da taught me better.
So's I keep goin' an the tears streamin' down my face mix fine with ther sweat an' blood, ain't no one gonna notice me cryin.
Blood spurted through the air, painting the town red and everything around him in it. He felt it on him, coming out of the cuts and gashes that were now being given to him. He could feel himself losing the ability to even stand as he stood numb, sword gripped in his hands. He felt himself get cut by an angry boy who had fire coming out of his eyes and Potato wanted to warn the boy that he was on fire but his hands were red from blood and his ears were stuffed with cotton.
He looked dumbly down at the sword as he felt a blade dig into the flesh on his cheek. Opal's initials were covered in blood. As he rubbed his thumb over the letters, blood marked him and somehow he could feel himself coming back, as if he was somehow very far away from here.
"That ain't right," I say soft, head clouded over and fingers wet with blood. Someone's blood mixed with my own blood. Whoever they are I giss we're blood brothers now. I look aroun' me, assessin' ther situayshin. Las' time I went away I woke up an I had some bloody meat in my bag. This time I reckon it's somethin' differen' 'cause I could feel myself leavin' as soon as I took that blade to ther chest. I ain't in ther knowin' of what's goin' on now but I reckon somethin' or nothin' 'cause Miss Sonja is screamin fer me ter git.
An' I do it. I start gittin'. I try ter but I trip over somethin' an' I don't know what so's I take a gander down an' I've just stumbled over the fiery head of ther girl who gashed me in ther ches' an' it's a her head an' it ain't attached no more ter her body 'an blood is poolin' inter ther groun' an' my knees are in it an' it's sticky an' it's warm an' her eye's are open an' she ain't blinkin' an' she ain't got no body where her body at? Ripred, it's over yonder, jus' feet away an' her neck is bloody an' is her body still twitchin? An' I'm a wonderin' who did this even as I realize with ther most sickenin' of feelin's that it were me.
I retch.
I stan' an' I scoop up her bag an' I retch an' I take it 'cause I reckon I'll need what's in it but I'm gonna be sick I knows for a fac' that I will. Ripred, please, what have I done? What has this son a' yer's done? I killed 'afore. I did them Avox in but I ain't never killed in such a gruesome way an' I ain't certain a' what's behin' me or what's in fronter me neither. I run, blind, feelin' sick, feelin' hatred. I hate me. I hate me so much that I can feel the hatred diggin inter my stomach an' makin' me feel sick an it ain't from the bleeding wound neither.
An' it's as if me finally realizin' ther wounds is what makes ther pain start. I collapse, hands curlin' inter yank at my shirt an' try ter tear it from my body. It feels like everywhere it's touchin' me it burns me. I feel like i'm burnin' all over an' alls I kin see is Miss Tiger's head in my own head an' it ain't jus' sittin' there, it's starin' at me, all accusinatory an' I feel like she's alookin' right at me, damnin' me ter heck with her glare, her beseachin' look. What have I done? Ripred, what have I done?
My knees dig inter ther san' an' my knees curl up inter my stomach as I my han' goes ter my stomach an' I feel ther blood that's leavin' my body. My han' comes away from it, shakin an' covered in red. I deserve this pain fer what I done here. I know it fer certain, but that ain't meanin' that I want it. It hurts bad, real bad, like I been ran over with a tractor or trampled inter the earth an' my fingers tighten into fists an' loosen agin' an' agin'. My breathin' comes heavy an' quick. It hurts, it hurts. I wish for a half secon' that someone will en' my pain too, come an' cut my head off please, someone, sir, miss, please.
But I reckon Sonja's right.
She needs me.
Opal Earnest, my wife, she needs me. I c'ain't die here. I won't die here.
I pick myself up.
I git myself off the groun' an' I nearly scream from ther pain of it but I gotter fin' me Miss Ingrid an' Miss Sonja 'cause they relyin' on me ter continue an' I promised myself that I'd protect them too. I ain't a promise breaker. My Da taught me better.
So's I keep goin' an the tears streamin' down my face mix fine with ther sweat an' blood, ain't no one gonna notice me cryin.
[potato flees]
[potato uses f/a on self for -3]
[potato uses n/t for -5]
[potato uses plants for -2]
[potato uses bandages for -1]
[potato fills canteen with water]
[gives ingrid one iodine tablet]
[gives sonja one iodine tablet]
[gives ingrid tiger's knives]
[drinks water]
[fills up canteen and purifies with 1 iodine tablet)
[potato uses f/a on self for -3]
[potato uses n/t for -5]
[potato uses plants for -2]
[potato uses bandages for -1]
[potato fills canteen with water]
[gives ingrid one iodine tablet]
[gives sonja one iodine tablet]
[gives ingrid tiger's knives]
[drinks water]
[fills up canteen and purifies with 1 iodine tablet)
