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Post by Basil<< on Aug 6, 2007 14:01:24 GMT -5
Joey watched in horror as Deadstar licked up his blood, his attention turned back to the dark leader at his movement. He gasped in fear as Deadstar laughed, ever so evilly.
Your blood tastes...wonderful. Joey's eyes widened, and his fear was mingled with confusion and disgust. This cat before him was messed up.
He saw Deadstar's blow coming, but couldn't stop it. The other cat's claw dug into his shoulder, digging out a hunk of flesh right to the bone. It was pain like Joey had never known; a veritable hot coal had dug it's way into his skin and was burning him as his blood began to flow out. Joey howled and swung at Deadstar's receding paw with outstretched claws, desperate to get out of this alive. He'd changed his mind, that was for sure. He pounced, but sailed over Deadstar's head, leaping for the ladder. He scrabbled for a hold.
((Keeps getting shorter and shorter. sigh.))
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Post by Deadstar on Aug 6, 2007 14:23:52 GMT -5
((-cackles- not for long))
Deadstar smiled at the look of utter horror on the tom's ugly face. Whats wrong, Joe? Too evil for you? he hissed. Joey's paw missed his own by miles; apparently, a missing eye did not do so well in battle. Deadstar laughed a harsh laugh, amused that he had tried to fight back.
However, when the cat jumped over him, Deadstar made no move to try and stop him. He took him time turning around, knowing that the shoulder-which his claws had laid open to the bone- and his eye would give him trouble scrabbling up the vertical ladde. Coward. he hissed. He got right under the other tomcat and leapt, straight up, claws extended. He felt them tear into Joey's back, giving him a grip. He hoped to pull the tom back down to earth.
It wont be too much longer, Joey. he yolwed, a total lie leaving his lips. He wanted this at to die a slow, horrid death. Deadstar wanted him to writhe at his own black paws, begging for mercy, pleading for death after the black hearted tom had finished with him.
Deadstar could have swung his body weight upward and made the tom fall easier, but he didnt. He wanted his claws to rip open the coawrd's back. He had made sure to miss the spinal cord, which would kill him instantly. Deadstar did not want that to happen, oh no. He would make this cat suffer, like he had made Des suffer.
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Post by Basil<< on Aug 7, 2007 0:31:22 GMT -5
Joey scrabbled desperately on the slippery metal rungs, His good eye wide open as he fought for a hold. His shoulder burned like hellfire, and he lost his grip, falling a rung before wrapping his other legs around the rungs with a tight grip. His ruined shoulder and arm laid useless and at an odd angle in front of him.
Coward.
Joey renewed his desperate struggle, his blood dripping onto the ground as he lifted his paw to the next rung, wrapping it around and pushing up with his hind legs-
Claws dug into his back with deadly accuracy, avoiding his spine. He felt himself being dragged down, down to Deadstar and his doom.
It wont be too much longer, Joey. Deadstar yowled from beneath him.
He lost his weak hold on the rung, toppling back. One of his hind legs got caught in between two rungs, and a solid crack rent the air. Joey's pained yowl followed soon after, but he continued to fall to the concrete ground only a couple foxlengths below.
He, as he was falling, felt, for the first time, remorse. It was followed by disgust, but he was, for the first time in his life, regretting his past. He'd done something wrong. It was a little late to admit it, even to himself, but he knew it now. He knew he would never get out of this one alive, so there was no use trying any longer.
He felt the impact of the concrete. It drove the breath right out of him, and he laid still for a moment, struggling for breath. Then he struggled to his paws, weary and dejected.
Just get it over with. he gasped, watching his own blood wash the concrete around his paws.
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Post by Deadstar on Aug 7, 2007 8:35:44 GMT -5
With a wicked grin, Deadstar tightened his grip, arching his claws deeper into the other cat's back. He felt the tom try and move up higher onto the ladder; he also felt him slip as Deadstar's claws sank into his back. How he managed to get his paws back on the rung Deadstar had no idea. Nor did he care. All he wanted was for this cat to die a very slow death, as slow and painfilled as the wicked black feline could bring him.
Finally they began to fall. A sharp crack rent the air like a blade; Joey's leg had ben caught between two rungs. Deadstar ripped his claws out of the cat and allowed his body to fall down as well, twisting just before he landed. Oof! he grunted as he landed, sinking into a crouch at once. He was out of breath slightly, but the light of battle was still in his gaze.
He watched as Joey lay here; was he dead? Just as the black cat moved forward to finish him off for good, the broken cat stired. 'Just get it over with.' Was what the cat said. Deadstar grinned.
Why should I, cat? Tell me, are you feel remorse now? Only moments ago you were begging for your life. He laid as much stress on begging as he could, hoping to make the tom squirm under his cold gaze. Deadstar knew you could torture someone with words as well. And he was good at it.
The black cat took another step forward, staring Joey in the eye, his own like chips of ice. His voice was cruelly brittle as he spoke. I never said I'd make this easy for you. he whispered, lashing out, planning to swipe his claws across the cat's chest.
((-smirks- This is so much fun xD))
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Post by Basil<< on Aug 28, 2007 17:31:15 GMT -5
Joey struggled to his paws, blood flooding the alley. He could feel the gritty concrete beneath his paws, scratching them like sharpened glass. His eyes were dull with pain and weariness. He caught Deadstar's grin, a shiver running feebly down his spine. Fear gripped his soul in an iron vise, and pain racked him, almost unbearably.
Why should I, cat? Tell me, are you feeling remorse now? Only moments ago you were begging for your life.
Joey shook his head, blood spattering the stony ground. Fear shook him like a buffeting wind, and remorse- yes, remorse- glittered in his eyes. In his mind, every horrible thing he had done was racing past, digging into his blackened heart like sharp daggers. Desiree's lovely face hung in his mind like a ghostly apparition, accusing and silent.
I never said I'd make this easy for you. Joey looked up wearily, looking right into Deadstar's icy blue eyes. He didn't flinch as Deadstar's claws flashed out. He hung his head, waiting for the blow.
Wait.
A figure stood at the end of the alley, hidden in shadow. Bright minty leaf green eyes flashed from the darkness, and a pretty she-cat slipped out of the darkness. She padded up, her eyes fixed on Joey. Hate radiated from her in waves. She padded up and sat down, curling her tail around her paws. She was sitting close enough that Joey's thick red blood lapped at her small white paws. She lifted a paw and licked it, her eyes half closed and a smile floating on her maw.
Do you remember me, Joey?
Joey glanced up, his eyes widening. He nodded his head, pathetic and weak beneath her paws. His eyes flicked to Deadstar, wondering which one would finish him off now.
Desiree turned to Deadstar, her eyes soft. She stood and padded over to him, smiling at the bloodlust and anger still present in his eyes. Her soft paws dabbled cutely in the blood pooled at his paws. Deadstar, I want to thank you for this, but...I want to finish him off. I need to face my fears. I want to see him die, taste his blood on my tongue...I want to get the revenge I should have gotten that night when he got away.
She took a step back, sister-like affection glittering in her eyes.
He killed me on the inside, Deadstar. You gave me life again. I thank you for that.
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