There's Holes in My Soul // [Lorenzo Ruined's Last]
Feb 25, 2017 14:35:00 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Feb 25, 2017 14:35:00 GMT -5
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A wink. That's the last thing he really registered, before his feet slipped on the open stairs and he went down. The initial fall wasn't so bad - a bruised tailbone, maybe, and a lump on his forearm, but he inadvertently had leveled the playing field. Turns out, that's all Ivar Hammerfell needed. The Career was so much faster, so much more deft than any of the boys (or girls) he'd grappled with in Five. In a second Ivar had in him a headlock. In another, he'd made a box of his round skull. The crunch of bones snapping rang in his bleeding ears.
He couldn't hear his own words, even as they shot out of his mouth in a twisted scream. "Stop, STOP! I give! I'm fucking done!"
After, he sat on the step, head hanging, trying to make sense of - anything.
"Sorry for what you’re going through and all. But I’m glad I don’t have to worry about you kissing my Brother anymore.”
Her words as though through water, distorted.
He gripped his shattered skull, swung his legs around and struggled to his feet. He was going to fight these fuckers with his last breath. A decent plan, except they'd all scattered, leaving only Lightning behind.
"I was starting to enjoy hitting you up."
It was only when he leaned forward to plant a kiss on Lightning's cheek that he realized he wasn't just bleeding from his ears. He was bleeding from his nose, from the very mouth that touched the other boy. Lorenzo stumbled backwards, tumbled out a window. For the second or two he fell, relief calmed the anxious pounding of his heart. It would all stop on impact -
Except the fucking bushes broke his fall. He groaned, already too far gone to move of his own accord. Apparently some of the fauna of the arena found this unacceptable. After a time - a minute? an hour? - he found himself being dragged against the grass in the jaw of a... plant cat?
Arbor dropped him at the edge of a hole. He took one look at Lorenzo and then unceremoniously pushed him over the edge.
Falling for the second time, he retched. He flipped, the world rightside up again, landing in the main Rose Garden along with his own vomit and blood.
"Fuck me. Anyone - " he coughed up blood and something worse, something thick and round. Was this how Pixie had felt, totally helpless and absolutely wrecked? He'd said to the wrong thing to Anton; it shouldn't have been any of them. Lorenzo patted the pockets of the formerly-mauve-now-crimson sweater. "Yeah I could use some help here before I die, you pieces of shit. And I don't mean my last fucking rites. C'mon. I can HEAR YOU!"
He couldn't hear his own words, even as they shot out of his mouth in a twisted scream. "Stop, STOP! I give! I'm fucking done!"
After, he sat on the step, head hanging, trying to make sense of - anything.
"Sorry for what you’re going through and all. But I’m glad I don’t have to worry about you kissing my Brother anymore.”
Her words as though through water, distorted.
He gripped his shattered skull, swung his legs around and struggled to his feet. He was going to fight these fuckers with his last breath. A decent plan, except they'd all scattered, leaving only Lightning behind.
"I was starting to enjoy hitting you up."
It was only when he leaned forward to plant a kiss on Lightning's cheek that he realized he wasn't just bleeding from his ears. He was bleeding from his nose, from the very mouth that touched the other boy. Lorenzo stumbled backwards, tumbled out a window. For the second or two he fell, relief calmed the anxious pounding of his heart. It would all stop on impact -
Except the fucking bushes broke his fall. He groaned, already too far gone to move of his own accord. Apparently some of the fauna of the arena found this unacceptable. After a time - a minute? an hour? - he found himself being dragged against the grass in the jaw of a... plant cat?
Arbor dropped him at the edge of a hole. He took one look at Lorenzo and then unceremoniously pushed him over the edge.
Falling for the second time, he retched. He flipped, the world rightside up again, landing in the main Rose Garden along with his own vomit and blood.
"Fuck me. Anyone - " he coughed up blood and something worse, something thick and round. Was this how Pixie had felt, totally helpless and absolutely wrecked? He'd said to the wrong thing to Anton; it shouldn't have been any of them. Lorenzo patted the pockets of the formerly-mauve-now-crimson sweater. "Yeah I could use some help here before I die, you pieces of shit. And I don't mean my last fucking rites. C'mon. I can HEAR YOU!"
[Arbor used with permission from the GMs.]