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tiedbyfate

[RL with the Creeper Crew]

Jan 30, 2010 19:55

Shito leaned against one of the more solid walls in the dorm and folded his arms, waiting. He wasn't all that happy about being forced out of the house by Devit and Jasdero - he didn't trust Devit and he trusted him about a billion times less when he had Jasdero with him and therefore all of his power ( Read more... )

birkin, ic, stein, krauser, rl

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tiedbyfate January 31 2010, 05:03:02 UTC

The room they were in was the lobby of the dormitory. There were two wings, halls leading off of the main room they were in, and a large staircase ahead, leading up to the second floor. There were a couple of columns in the room, but otherwise it was open. And it had fallen into a state of disrepair like the outside. There were even a few holes in the floor leading down to a dark and rat-infested basement.

Shito was pale, but he might have blanched a little at that name.

Birkin.

He heard Krauser's words and internalized them, along with his bullshit 'choices', but he wasn't about to come quietly just now.

Maybe if he stalled long enough, Devit and Jasdero would show up. Maybe they would rescue him. He hated the thought, but it was better than going with this guy.

"Are you the guy he's fucking for security, then?" he sneered, looking Krauser up and down. Stalling stalling stalling. Maybe he'd get hurt, but he was a zombie. He wouldn't die from some stupid little knife. Big knife. Whatever.

knifeinabox January 31 2010, 05:22:01 UTC

Krauser's smile widened as Shito paled slightly. So Birkin actually freaked this kid out. Good to know.

Fucking for secur- Oh, bullshit that's his reason. "Tch. No, not me. The one Birkin's fucking doesn't use knives." Krauser lunged forward, aiming to the side of Shito's head with his knife. He didn't want to kill the guy after all, just let him know he wasn't fucking around. "He uses scalpelsHe momentarily contemplated getting out that syringe Birkin gave him 'to subdue the subject if necessary' while he was still close by, but decided that seeing this guy put up a fight and act all tough was worth it for now. "I know you're stalling. You think someone's going to come find you and save you? Worthless little thing like you?" Krauser rolled his eyes. "Even if someone did try to save you, I'd just kill them. You're the only one I need alive ( ... )

tiedbyfate January 31 2010, 05:31:53 UTC

Shito jerked away as Krauser feinted with the knife, then watched in amazement as he flipped over and started circling at a distance.

"What bodyguard school did you go to, then?" he asked sarcastically, turning in a circle to watch Krauser. "The cirque du soleil?"

He might have been afraid and had no possible way of winning against this guy, but Shito rarely lost his head. He continued to glare as Krauser moved around him, then when his back was to the cafeteria and Krauser was as far away from it as he could get, he suddenly turned and bolted.

If he was lucky, he could make it to the kitchen, get a knife, and have a fighting chance.

knifeinabox January 31 2010, 05:43:08 UTC

Krauser scoffed. This kid was seriously trying to outrun him? Ridiculous. His virus always came in handy when things like this happened. Krauser bolted after Shito, nearly turning into a blur at the speed he was running. He might not have been as fast as Wesker, but he was still substantially faster than any relatively-normal human.

He caught up with the zombie easily, gabbing him by the forearm and pulling him roughly to his chest, restricting his movement. "Now. I'm going to ask you again." Krauser pressed his knife to Shito's neck slightly, not quite cutting, but if he tried to pull away, he'd regret it. "Are you going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

tiedbyfate January 31 2010, 05:49:40 UTC

Shito knew he was screwed the moment Krauser grabbed him and pulled him back. He'd assumed the man was human, just well-trained and agile. But with the way he caught up to him before he'd gone more than a few steps, he knew he was far faster than a human could be. And stronger, too.

He squirmed in Krauser's grasp, recklessly letting the knife cut into his throat so that blood ran below the blade and soaked into the collar of his shirt. The blood was dark and thick - since his heart didn't beat, it didn't spurt or run bright and crimson.

"What the hell are you, you freak! Let me go," he hissed angrily, pulling hard against the grasp Krauser had on his arm. But he was holding him by the forearm, below the wrist. It would have been a rude surprise that might have earned him a few seconds if his hand popped off in the man's grip, but that was not to be, either.