// These are the last words I'm ever gonna get to say to you
Who: Kimihiko Ooe and Elena
When: Late afternoon, 29th
Where: Elena's store
Summary: "Lucy Monostone" decides to have a little fun during one of Kimihiko's lessons. It ends badly.
Warnings: Violence, death, possible suicide/talk.
( when everything falls away from you take these words and know the world is not worth leaving )
When: Late afternoon, 29th
Where: Elena's store
Summary: "Lucy Monostone" decides to have a little fun during one of Kimihiko's lessons. It ends badly.
Warnings: Violence, death, possible suicide/talk.
( when everything falls away from you take these words and know the world is not worth leaving )
-ah?
[It was a stupid, rookie mistake. She was letting her emotions, her concern for the student she'd taken under her wing, overwhelm her natural instincts. When had she gone soft? This isn't Midgar. This isn't Edge. But a Turk is a Turk, Elena! Stop hesitating! But she had. The rage and fury was unexpected and, for a moment, she was sure it was directed at her. But she couldn't - she wouldn't leave him to fight off whatever demon lived within him by himself.
In that second of hesitation, in that eye-blinking second of a pause, Elena remained frozen, eyes focused intently on his face. Looking for a clue, a hint. She hadn't seen the movement of his hand moving towards her, bringing forth flames, until she felt a burst of heat against the center of her chest and felt the ground beneath her feet slip.]
A-ahh! [Fire took to the cloth eagerly, charring the fabric and burning through as she was pushed back by the blast. Elena hadn't even realized she had been forced away from him until her back hit solid wall, bright white sparks flashing behind her eyes. Hands quickly worked at the fire, patting them flames out. Lips curled into a heavy frown in the quick assessment of the damage.
Shirt: singed; several quarter-sized holes in center mass; not salvageable. Skin: burned; pink where the shirt damage is worst; light bleeding...]
Tch....damn. That was stupid... [Pushing back off the wall, Elena craned her neck from side to side, joints popping audibly, before shifting into a defensive stance.] I don't know who the hell you think you are, pal, but you're going to pay for that. Kimihiko, I don't know what's going on or if I'm right about what I think is going on but...if you can hear me, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I have to stop this before it gets out of hand.
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Stop him-! [I don't want to die again-!]
Liar.
[And with that statement directed seemingly nowhere, he grabbed for the gun again and lifted it, firing in her general direction and aiming for central mass.]
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[So it was true. Kimihiko suffered from split personalities, or at least something close enough. That helped some that she had a student gone rogue, more that his other side decided to rear its ugly head. Cause damage to her shop. Hurt/upset one of her students.
Unacceptable.
Honey colored eyes narrowed, the usual warmth they had for her student replaced with a cold, hardened steel that rest beneath the surface. Even if this wasn't Kimihiko, the fact that he took such joy and pleasure from violence and death - that was enough to warrant her intervention. She was moving before he took up the firearm again, charging straight forward. Even at this range she couldn't dodge a shot to her chest. Nor did she try. Blood sprayed across her blouse, sending droplets across the floor, and yet her pace never slowed.]
That's not enough to stop me!
[Hands and feet moved with the utmost precision, her years of Kendo coming to good use. If she did this right, she would not only remove the gun from his hand, but also knock him off balance, giving her and upper edge.]
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Some of her blood splattered onto his skin as he lifted his hand to direct the fire again. If he could knock her back, he could get to one of the many other weapons and load it. Or recover his own.]
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She's not making the same mistake twice, taking hold of his lifted wrist to stop another potential attack. Eyes narrow as her grip tightens and twists.]
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how dare she how dare she what did she think she was doing insects should just lay down and die die suffer a glorious death beautiful and powerful just as they desired as everyone die everyone should disappear they both wanted it needed it why wouldn't he stop struggling why was she being such trouble women should stay where they were listen why am I stuck like this listen listen listen what was that sound oh oh oh perfect perfect thought simple enough do what the false copy did do what shinji did die and come back that way they can't imprison me can't stop me-]
What do you think you can do, woman? You're injured.
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Who me? Why I can do plenty of things, injured or not. You see, you underestimated me. Now...
[Another wave of pain shot through her left arm as she withdrew her spare firearm. Her beloved personal firearm, Maria. Keeping the pressure, and using every ounce of will to keep her hands from shaking, Elena brought the barrel to Not!Kimihiko's forehead, her grin growing.]
Release him.
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Do it.
[He barely whispered the words, a low chuckle following them.]
End it. He wants it too. It'll spare him, free him, and admit it... You want it. You want to see us fall, don't you? Ah... you long for it.
Your hands are stained with blood. What's a bit more onto the mix? You don't get to be that good with a weapon and be an innocent. What does it matter if you add one more life to your list? Yes... if you want to kill, then kill!
[His free hand shoots out, not towards her but gesturing widely to the ceiling.]
SHOOT, WOMAN!
[And if she did, the moment she did... it would not be he who endured it.]
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[This....she hadn't expected this. Then again, what could she have expected? The whole scenario had taken her by surprise, why should this part be any different?
Her mouth pulls into a deeper scowl, pressing the barrel against his forehead fully.]
Don't....Don't you talk to me like you know me! How dare you act like you know anything! Just shut your fucking mouth!
[Shoot. Fire. Pull the trigger. End the madness right here and right now before he hurts anybody else. It would be soo easy and you know it. He could have killed you - if you don't treat your wounds soon he will have. But its not like its another body, that killing him would kill Kimihiko. Odin help her, she wouldn't have his blood on her hands if she didn't have to.]
KIMIHIKO, TALK TO ME! I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU!
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[Somehow, he manages the joke, forcing the words past resisting lips. It takes so much effort.]
Heh. If you want to stop me... you will have to.
[His hand shoots out at last, although whether it's of Kimihiko's or Lucy's violition is hard to tell. Fingers close over her own - and press. The bang is immediate and loud, agony scything through them. It's worse agony than Kimihiko remembers, seeming to last forever as the bullet twists inside and explodes out the back. Yet he doesn't scream.]
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...sorry.
[He whispers the word with a tired chuckle, forcing it past a tight throat.]
Looks like... Shinji and I are going to meet again. Sorry, 'Lena. Give... give my regards to Naoya and Katsuragi, will you?
[A weak cough and the faint sustenance that the fragment of Lucy Monostone created fades. His body weakens. He should be more afraid. But somehow, he can't be. Shinji. °C. Is he going to see them again? It's a pity. He wanted to see it end. He wanted-]
°C...
See you around, woman.
[The trigger squeezes again under his weakened hand. And with that faint cruel whisper from Lucy, the life vanishes at last.]
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[H-how did he? Ah! So he was there! He was listening! He...he was listening? Would he judge her, hearing what the other voice said? Would he even believe it? And here she had tried so hard to distance herself from that history -]
I won't -
[Time had a very nasty habit of slowing to a full stop for her. Hope had settled in her chest at hearing his voice, that joking tone just barely there. She would have to apologize profusely for being a little rough with his body. But he would heal in time. She'd come visit and - what was he...what was he doing?!
There was no time to stop him, the heat of his fingers coming around her hand, forcing her trigger finger back. She didn't even have a chance to fight back, to hold her fingers still before...before...
Her face is splashed in hot, wet blood, the sound of the shot echoing in her ears. Shock is visible across every feature, eyes wide in shock.
He....hadn't even made a sound...]
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[Oh god, what did I just do. What just happened. He took my hand, he made me...he made me. Her grip around his wrist gone, Elena presses her hand lightly against cheek, using the weight of her own body to keep him standing.]
K-Kimi....I...
['Sorry'. That single word an arrow, piercing through the thin layer of armor, hitting her in the raw and unprotected center. Here she had shot him and he was apologizing to her. 'Lena. Her breath hitched.]
I-I will. I promise. Ki-
[And here she thought the last sound of the gun going off was deadening. No, the second was much louder than the first, ricocheting off the walls around them before falling into silence.
Silence. Shattered only by the single gun that fell to the ground, two bodies sliding to the floor, and muted sobs muffled against an unmoving shoulder.]
I'm so sorry, Kimi...
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