[She's screeching unbearably at this point. It's just as eerie to Chloe that this boy isn't saying anything. No yells, no noises, no protests, not even any taunts. He's silent... like Adrien's bodyguard, some kind of emotionless statue. It's not fair! That such a nobody can decide to do as he pleases with her now! Why isn't he listening?! This is way too much stress, she's starting to hyperventilate. But she can muster another loud scream when he touches her prized locks.]
Eek, not the hai-
[CRUNCH.
A creaky, high-pitched sound squeaks out of the back of her throat as she loses consciousness right then and there. Her blue eyes are still wide open in shock, water sticking to her lower eyelashes, frightened tears that had just started to form. Her jaw, too, is unsettled, as if it could drop to the floor at any minute.
[The fact that she seemed so insistent that she was going to walk away after emptying her gun at him is just... absolutely mind boggling.
As soon as she goes still he releases her, letting her drop into a heap on the floor, backing up, holding up his knife like it might be a ruse and she's liable to come at him again. He glances around, looking to see if anyone else is around, catching sight of the time.]
Shit [A soft curse and then he dropping to a knee beside her, rolling her onto her back and kicking the gun away in case she has more ammo somewhere.
It isn't until that moment that he realizes just how much damage has been done to her face, delicate young bones shattering where he's used to much larger and more powerful opponents. It's her eyes, staring sightlessly at the ceiling that makes panic roll up in his stomach. By the time he reaches down to feel for a pulse he already knows it's too late, there's nothing, of course there's nothing.
Chloe Bourgeois is dead.]
Sweet Shiva... [Quiet and shocked as he falls back, backpedaling to sit against the counter across from her body. His breathing comes too fast, his eyes are damp with tears, panic and fear and disgust. This is exactly what he didn't want. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to be responsible for this, he didn't want to disappoint the people relying on him.
But this is where he is, this is what's happened, there's no changing it and he glances up at the clock again in a panic. Ten minutes.
Ten Minutes.
His breath shudders out of him and he pulls himself back to his feet. It's too late now, there's no changing what's happened, no saving himself. He stares down at her body for a moment, draws his knife, looks away. Another deep breath to steel himself as he goes to one knee beside her head. It's not the same as a bullet but that's the only thing that kept Soma from coming back. Probably Sayama too. ]
I'm sorry... [The knife raises up but he stops before he can bring it down, hand falling uselessly to his lap instead of plunging it into her skull. He might break his knife and then what? Or... people know how much he relies on his knives, won't that make it too obvious?
Make it too obvious!?
For a moment he hesitates there, feeling ill. Is this what he wanted? Was this just... bound to happen? Would he have done this even if she hadn't attacked him? Could he forgive himself for letting someone else take the fall for him?
Could he forgive himself for not?
For Noctis, for Ignis, for the Dawn... he had to at least try.
He would not leave her to come back as one of those monsters though, something strange and unnatural like Lillith. Half daemon half something less, possibly with the person they used to be trapped inside.
The knife returns to the sheath on his belt and he looks up around the kitchen, hazel eyes landing on the row of pans hanging above the stove. Thick and heavy cast iron cookware. He closes his eyes, lashes wet and clinging but not spilling over just yet.
Standing he crosses the kitchen, feeling strange and distant, his body going through familiar motions before he's consciously decided to do anything. Unstrapping his vest and gingerly peeling himself out of it, hissing when he rolls his shoulder. His shirt and scarf follow, boots toed off and set aside, socks stuffed into them. He looks down at his shorts, blood from her nose already splattered over them. There'll be no saving them.
The scrape of iron against tile, the ringing clang of it when it knocks lightly against the stove. Sounds he should be worried about, sounds he barely registers.
She doesn't deserve this, even for trying to kill him, even though it could just as easily been one of the others, Richie and Eddie who'd asked for his protection. Boa, too proud to let himself be protected. Usagi, who had seen too much already, whod have walked into the kitchen hand in hand with Chloe and never have thought a thing of it.
Ren who, for all his powers, would be just as dead from a single shot. Ren who'd already had enough of his blood spilled. Ren-
CRACK
The first blow of the pan to her face splinters bone and he looks down at those pretty blue eyes and in that moment he hates her.
CRUNCH
Hates her for endangering the people he cares for.
SCHLIKT
He hates her for making him do this, be this person.
SQUELCH
But mostly he hates her for making him hate himself.]
Fuck!! [It bursts out of him in a sob and he collapses forward onto his knees in the mess of blood and bone and brains. It takes a long time before he can blink his eyes open, face the mess he's made of this girl. But at least she's still a girl. Will stay that way. No longer the threat to become something twisted and wrong, something daemonic.
He scrambles to his feet when he finally does look down at her corpse, flails slightly as he slips in the blood, steadies himself and hurls the pan across the room as hard as he can, only cringing more when it clangs off the metal door of the fridge.
And in the end he stands there, panting and shaking, tears streaking through the blood on his face. He has to remember how to breathe, how to stop himself from shaking.
Three minutes.
Titan give him strength... and he turns to the sink to start scrubbing himself as clean as he can. His body anyway. His shorts are a mess but the rest of his clothes are safe. He's fast enough, as long as he stays behind the buildings, out of sight, he can get a fresh pair of shorts and... toss these ones in the firepit. He doesn't expect them to burn completely but maybe it will be enough.
And if it isn't?
Ignis will never forgive him for losing their one last chance to save the King.]
[It's hard for her not to hear the sounds of MURDER since her room is not far from the kitchen. Seriously kids, murder somewhere else besides the lodge for once!
After checking in on Stan and reviewing the video footage to see just what happened, Red goes in and looks down at the mess on the kitchen floor. And she grimaces.]
He wasn't very kind, was he? It's too bad his plan won't work.
[Because she can see what he was trying to do, and he's not the first camper to have tried it.
Oh well. At least she wasn't alive for that part.
She considers leaving Chloe there, since she did just agree to not mess with bodies anymore. But then again, she can only push back against protocol so much before her superiors start getting involved. And given how much she broke protocol this week already, it's best to not mess with them.
So, she leaves the kitchen for a moment, and then comes back with the American flag from the flagpole outside. And then she begins wrapping up the body in it.]
Let it never be said that I don't care about these kids.
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[She's screeching unbearably at this point. It's just as eerie to Chloe that this boy isn't saying anything. No yells, no noises, no protests, not even any taunts. He's silent... like Adrien's bodyguard, some kind of emotionless statue. It's not fair! That such a nobody can decide to do as he pleases with her now! Why isn't he listening?! This is way too much stress, she's starting to hyperventilate. But she can muster another loud scream when he touches her prized locks.]
Eek, not the hai-
[CRUNCH.
A creaky, high-pitched sound squeaks out of the back of her throat as she loses consciousness right then and there. Her blue eyes are still wide open in shock, water sticking to her lower eyelashes, frightened tears that had just started to form. Her jaw, too, is unsettled, as if it could drop to the floor at any minute.
Is she... really just unconscious?]
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As soon as she goes still he releases her, letting her drop into a heap on the floor, backing up, holding up his knife like it might be a ruse and she's liable to come at him again. He glances around, looking to see if anyone else is around, catching sight of the time.]
Shit [A soft curse and then he dropping to a knee beside her, rolling her onto her back and kicking the gun away in case she has more ammo somewhere.
It isn't until that moment that he realizes just how much damage has been done to her face, delicate young bones shattering where he's used to much larger and more powerful opponents. It's her eyes, staring sightlessly at the ceiling that makes panic roll up in his stomach. By the time he reaches down to feel for a pulse he already knows it's too late, there's nothing, of course there's nothing.
Chloe Bourgeois is dead.]
Sweet Shiva... [Quiet and shocked as he falls back, backpedaling to sit against the counter across from her body. His breathing comes too fast, his eyes are damp with tears, panic and fear and disgust. This is exactly what he didn't want. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't want to be responsible for this, he didn't want to disappoint the people relying on him.
But this is where he is, this is what's happened, there's no changing it and he glances up at the clock again in a panic. Ten minutes.
Ten Minutes.
His breath shudders out of him and he pulls himself back to his feet. It's too late now, there's no changing what's happened, no saving himself. He stares down at her body for a moment, draws his knife, looks away. Another deep breath to steel himself as he goes to one knee beside her head. It's not the same as a bullet but that's the only thing that kept Soma from coming back. Probably Sayama too. ]
I'm sorry... [The knife raises up but he stops before he can bring it down, hand falling uselessly to his lap instead of plunging it into her skull. He might break his knife and then what? Or... people know how much he relies on his knives, won't that make it too obvious?
Make it too obvious!?
For a moment he hesitates there, feeling ill. Is this what he wanted? Was this just... bound to happen? Would he have done this even if she hadn't attacked him? Could he forgive himself for letting someone else take the fall for him?
Could he forgive himself for not?
For Noctis, for Ignis, for the Dawn... he had to at least try.
He would not leave her to come back as one of those monsters though, something strange and unnatural like Lillith. Half daemon half something less, possibly with the person they used to be trapped inside.
The knife returns to the sheath on his belt and he looks up around the kitchen, hazel eyes landing on the row of pans hanging above the stove. Thick and heavy cast iron cookware. He closes his eyes, lashes wet and clinging but not spilling over just yet.
Standing he crosses the kitchen, feeling strange and distant, his body going through familiar motions before he's consciously decided to do anything. Unstrapping his vest and gingerly peeling himself out of it, hissing when he rolls his shoulder. His shirt and scarf follow, boots toed off and set aside, socks stuffed into them. He looks down at his shorts, blood from her nose already splattered over them. There'll be no saving them.
The scrape of iron against tile, the ringing clang of it when it knocks lightly against the stove. Sounds he should be worried about, sounds he barely registers.
She doesn't deserve this, even for trying to kill him, even though it could just as easily been one of the others, Richie and Eddie who'd asked for his protection. Boa, too proud to let himself be protected. Usagi, who had seen too much already, whod have walked into the kitchen hand in hand with Chloe and never have thought a thing of it.
Ren who, for all his powers, would be just as dead from a single shot. Ren who'd already had enough of his blood spilled. Ren-
CRACK
The first blow of the pan to her face splinters bone and he looks down at those pretty blue eyes and in that moment he hates her.
CRUNCH
Hates her for endangering the people he cares for.
SCHLIKT
He hates her for making him do this, be this person.
SQUELCH
But mostly he hates her for making him hate himself.]
Fuck!! [It bursts out of him in a sob and he collapses forward onto his knees in the mess of blood and bone and brains. It takes a long time before he can blink his eyes open, face the mess he's made of this girl. But at least she's still a girl. Will stay that way. No longer the threat to become something twisted and wrong, something daemonic.
He scrambles to his feet when he finally does look down at her corpse, flails slightly as he slips in the blood, steadies himself and hurls the pan across the room as hard as he can, only cringing more when it clangs off the metal door of the fridge.
And in the end he stands there, panting and shaking, tears streaking through the blood on his face. He has to remember how to breathe, how to stop himself from shaking.
Three minutes.
Titan give him strength... and he turns to the sink to start scrubbing himself as clean as he can. His body anyway. His shorts are a mess but the rest of his clothes are safe. He's fast enough, as long as he stays behind the buildings, out of sight, he can get a fresh pair of shorts and... toss these ones in the firepit. He doesn't expect them to burn completely but maybe it will be enough.
And if it isn't?
Ignis will never forgive him for losing their one last chance to save the King.]
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After checking in on Stan and reviewing the video footage to see just what happened, Red goes in and looks down at the mess on the kitchen floor. And she grimaces.]
He wasn't very kind, was he? It's too bad his plan won't work.
[Because she can see what he was trying to do, and he's not the first camper to have tried it.
Oh well. At least she wasn't alive for that part.
She considers leaving Chloe there, since she did just agree to not mess with bodies anymore. But then again, she can only push back against protocol so much before her superiors start getting involved. And given how much she broke protocol this week already, it's best to not mess with them.
So, she leaves the kitchen for a moment, and then comes back with the American flag from the flagpole outside. And then she begins wrapping up the body in it.]
Let it never be said that I don't care about these kids.