Loser club | Derecho&Eliza | blitz

That was a bloody mess.

Stepping in last minute because someone didn’t show up was his first mistake, yet he doesn’t blame himself as they didn’t give him enough time to even warm up. No he was thrown to the wolves, and now he’s paying for it.

Blood gushes from the rather large laceration running down the side of his face, and now he’s sitting in the middle of the loser’s medical tent as various healers and doctors run around mending wounds and getting the flops on their feet once more. One presses against his head, and he grimaces, but the sounds are blocked out by the sound of someone kicking something over and over and over.

Apparently she lost to a Krigel too. At first he wants to remain quiet and not say a word, but the name is radiating through his mind. He was prepared while Derecho wasn’t, and now he’s paying for it.

“Fucking Krigels!” He shouts wondering if it’ll grab her attention. Maybe everyone will leave him alone, and when the doctor reaches his hand up to start putting stitches in, Derecho slaps his hand away -

”But sir, I really need to clean that wound.”

“Whatever.” He doesn’t care anyway, but in all reality he does. “Go save your work for those precious Krigels because they’re gonna need it.” Maybe not today, but sooner or later he’ll get revenge.

The doctor doesn’t leave. No he stays where he is still trying his best to clean up the mess left on Derecho’s face, but he wants nothing to do with any of this. In fact, all he wants is to go out and prove to the Krigel that he’s more than just a piece of meat he can pulverize. He wants to prove to the world that he's stronger than anyone gives him credit for, but the world gives and takes away.

He pauses listening to the girl once more, and she's right. They have it so good. The Krigels are so perfect. They’re so amazing because Leon won the games, and yet Derecho wants to prove them wrong, and he had his chance. At least this what he thinks, and he wants them to take time to walk a day in his shoes.

"They wouldn’t last a day in the shoes of someone who lived in poverty because they have so much all the time."

The doctor once again reaches in trying to apply some gauze to the chasm split down his face, and Derecho clenches his fists ready to fight once more -

"At least let me put a bandage on it."

A loud sigh leaves his lips.

Fine.

"Maybe one day they will learn after they've been taught a few lessons." His gaze shoots across the room wondering if anyone will catch on. Accepting defeat isn't on his mind, and today he will do whatever he can to make sure it never happens again.

A sly grin spreads from ear to ear. Having a friend, an ally so to speak, to help him out on the grand adventure of making sure the losers suffered the same fate, probably an even worse fate, is bouncing through his mind with ease, and when this girl shoves the doctor away, Derecho can’t help but feel impressed. It’s about time the doctor steps away anyway because he’s done too much, and right now all Derecho wants is a chance to take this on to a new world.

"Fuck them. Fuck them. Fuck them!" He doesn't care if people stare at him. Right now he's on a mission, and will do whatever he can to make sure they pay. Now that his new partner in crime has a name, he feels more at ease. He's ready to do whatever he has to. To make sure that his name isn't stomped in the dirt like so many other times before.

"Yes, we need to teach them a lesson." He takes her hand shaking it firmly. "Derecho." The smile grows even larger. Perhaps they won't be friends later, but for now this is all he needs.