[Completed] Faces In The Fire

[provocateurmatt]

Who: Shelly Dekiller and Matt Engarde. [OPEN]
What: Shelly's gonna kill Matt :D
Where: The Ouran Mansion
When: After the masquerade dies down a bit, after the Contest.
Rating: R cursing and violence.
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[dekiller]

[[OOC: Um yeah, time to end this now. ^^; If you want him to make any last words/writhings/cursings before Shelly hauls his butt back into the party, feel free ^.^]]

Shelly sauntered down the stairs at his own pace. There was a bit of blood on one step, tracing a thin trail down the stairs to the boy's prone form. How anticlimatic really. He had meant to kill him in the graveyard, when his victim was screaming for mercy and smelling of fear. But this? When his quarry was simply laying there from the shock, unable to do anything?

He had failed once before. He would not fail this time. Shelly reached into his cloak and pulled out a choice dagger, some fourteen inches, freshly sharpened. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he didn't so much as look in Matt's eyes as he put his hand on the youth's chest, feeling around for his bones and the pulse. Once he had worked out the angle he needed to stab it in order to hit the heart and miss becoming caught up on the bones, he braced Engardes' body with that hand.

And he stabbed. Once, straight through, and held the knife there, blood spurting out over his other hand, until he felt the pulse stop. Only then did he wipe both gloves on the boy's body and stand up to look around and make sure he hadn't been seen. Not that it mattered. He, unlike the late Engarde, was wearing a mask.

[provocateurmatt]

((ooc: Agreed. :3))

Matt's head was spinning from the blow, his body felt light, feeling only the cold floor under him, as well as the abrasions all over him from the tumble.

The sound of Shelly's feet alerted Matt. He opened his scarred eye toward the steps as the sound drew closer and closer. He reached out above him, turning onto his stomach to crawl away, to do something. How pathetic he must've looked at this moment. He hated every minute of this, this wasn't supposed to happen, Matt was never the victim.. he was always the killer. He didn't even want to think that this was how his victims felt, in his mind, they deserved it, not him.

He couldn't remember how he got on his back, but he sure as Hell saw Shelly above him. Matt tried all he could to struggle, to move, but it was too late. Matt didn't have time to register the pain of the knife piercing through the skin, through the muscle.. not at first, anyways. He sure as Hell moved when the blade stabbed through his heart.

Matt screamed, shrieked, whined.. his body spasmed, his hands slapped over Shelly's, trying desperately to push them away. His legs went numb (He was sure they were kicking, even if he couldn't feel it). His eyes rapidly lost focus, all the pain in his body dulled, and finally, all his limbs stopped working altogether. It was like fainting; like falling, even. How could he let this happen? wasn't he always one-step ahead of these people?

"I knew I should've stayed home." he thought to himself, before everything around him grew dark and numb.