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No. [ She spits out, hacks out. There's blood on her teeth, bubbling up at the corners of her mouth. She laughs again, grinning up with blood between her teeth. ] Thought of a— joke. Ever hear the one about the tortoise and the—
[ Meg hacks up a glob of red mess on her chin. Her hand slides over, hand gripping her hoodie and pulling it up. Her abdomen is a sliced mess, made worse by the poor patch job and the running for her life. She'll probably bleed out soon enough, but: ]
Weren't you raised better? Don't— gloat.
[ Meg hacks up a glob of red mess on her chin. Her hand slides over, hand gripping her hoodie and pulling it up. Her abdomen is a sliced mess, made worse by the poor patch job and the running for her life. She'll probably bleed out soon enough, but: ]
Weren't you raised better? Don't— gloat.
[ he'd be angrier with her comments if she wasn't visibly, obviously bleeding out. as it is, he snarls under the mask, but manages to avoid any telling insults - or trying to make the wounds worse. there's no point. ]
Better'n you.
[ that is to say, no. gloating over lesser people was a given in his life. but he's known meg to mock him on the way out the exit gate. ]
And you ain't a hare. Rabbit, maybe. Too dumb to know when you're dying.
Better'n you.
[ that is to say, no. gloating over lesser people was a given in his life. but he's known meg to mock him on the way out the exit gate. ]
And you ain't a hare. Rabbit, maybe. Too dumb to know when you're dying.
My mother raised me just right.
[ She hooks her bloody teeth over her bottom lip when she smiles, little rabbit teeth. A rabbit, a hare, what's the difference really? They both kick when they're grabbed. They both bite hard and squeal strange jackrabbit sounds, eerie and alarming. They're both prey.
She's mocked him plenty. She mocks him right now, her hand, bloody from her stomach, gestures toward... all of her. She doesn't have anything to lose. She tried bargaining, and though she'll come back again, and again and again, for a moment her hindbrain is aflutter with the approaching death. No matter how much it happens, it always brings: fear. Regardless of what logic says, the brain never wants to die. ]
And I know. Aren't you going to finish it? That's the part you jerk it to afterwards, right?
[ She hooks her bloody teeth over her bottom lip when she smiles, little rabbit teeth. A rabbit, a hare, what's the difference really? They both kick when they're grabbed. They both bite hard and squeal strange jackrabbit sounds, eerie and alarming. They're both prey.
She's mocked him plenty. She mocks him right now, her hand, bloody from her stomach, gestures toward... all of her. She doesn't have anything to lose. She tried bargaining, and though she'll come back again, and again and again, for a moment her hindbrain is aflutter with the approaching death. No matter how much it happens, it always brings: fear. Regardless of what logic says, the brain never wants to die. ]
And I know. Aren't you going to finish it? That's the part you jerk it to afterwards, right?
[ the blood, the guts, the obvious fact that she'll be dead in five minutes whether he does anything or not - evan watches her. watches the smile, the look at this bullshit gesture toward her dying frame, the way she doesn't move even to try and protect herself from his cleaver should he choose to use it.
she doesn't beg, either. but the ones who've been here for a while usually don't. they know it's usually useless.
she does make a vulgar comment, which makes him snort. ]
Not me. Maybe the ghost.
[ he keeps watching her. she won't be much longer. ]
You're finished without me gettin' involved.
she doesn't beg, either. but the ones who've been here for a while usually don't. they know it's usually useless.
she does make a vulgar comment, which makes him snort. ]
Not me. Maybe the ghost.
[ he keeps watching her. she won't be much longer. ]
You're finished without me gettin' involved.
He's probably jerking it right now. [ She means for her hand to gesture toward the forest, to wherever Ghost Face is, snapping shots of her dying at the Trapper's feet. If he is out there, maybe he'll taunt her with them later. It always feels fucked. Looking at a picture of herself, guts steaming. But her hand doesn't raise this time, just twitches where it lays. The panic rises. ]
P-power fantasy. [ Or something like it. Maybe he just finds her pathetic. Likes watching her bleed out without lifting a finger. She doesn't feel pathetic, she knows in that space her soul resided that she's iron, that she's— she's— maybe she is pathetic. She doesn't actually want to die.
She feels cold even though her guts had felt so hot. She sucks in an awful breath. It's a rattle, it's close to a cry. She's so close to the edge, that moment of nothing; it's frightening to watch it coming. To realize, she doesn't know if she wants to see the campfire. If she wants nothing, nothing ever again. To really, really be dead. She blurts out in a shaky breath to a serial killer: ] I don't k-know if I want to come back.
P-power fantasy. [ Or something like it. Maybe he just finds her pathetic. Likes watching her bleed out without lifting a finger. She doesn't feel pathetic, she knows in that space her soul resided that she's iron, that she's— she's— maybe she is pathetic. She doesn't actually want to die.
She feels cold even though her guts had felt so hot. She sucks in an awful breath. It's a rattle, it's close to a cry. She's so close to the edge, that moment of nothing; it's frightening to watch it coming. To realize, she doesn't know if she wants to see the campfire. If she wants nothing, nothing ever again. To really, really be dead. She blurts out in a shaky breath to a serial killer: ] I don't k-know if I want to come back.
[ she's trying to keep it light, but it's fading. she's fading. too much blood loss will do that to a person. it might be kinder to kill her on the spot, but since when has he ever been kind?
he can see the cold creeping up on her. the way the knowledge that she's dying is setting in. for all the time they've been here, that fear never really goes away, and he knows exactly why. the entity has a very particular way it wants the game played, and even outside trials, some things stick.
the shaky words almost don't reach him. if there was any other sound around, they might not have. evan looks down at her, and while there's no sympathy in him, no pity or remorse, there is something like resignation in his voice when he replies. ]
Ain't up to us.
he can see the cold creeping up on her. the way the knowledge that she's dying is setting in. for all the time they've been here, that fear never really goes away, and he knows exactly why. the entity has a very particular way it wants the game played, and even outside trials, some things stick.
the shaky words almost don't reach him. if there was any other sound around, they might not have. evan looks down at her, and while there's no sympathy in him, no pity or remorse, there is something like resignation in his voice when he replies. ]
Ain't up to us.
FUCK— that. [ She can't get much more out, words bloody and body twitching as her heart gives a flutter, hand on the earth opening and closing a few inches from the Trapper's boot. Maybe she's reaching for him. Doesn't matter, she's too weak. She dies gritting her teeth, her eyes shining until they...
Dim. Go dim. Her mouth slackens too, little fierce rabbit body gone slack, light, whatever went into making it a being gone now. Just a body. Just a creature caught in a trap, that ran as hard as it could.
If she were there, she'd probably say:
That's all folks. ]
Dim. Go dim. Her mouth slackens too, little fierce rabbit body gone slack, light, whatever went into making it a being gone now. Just a body. Just a creature caught in a trap, that ran as hard as it could.
If she were there, she'd probably say:
That's all folks. ]
Yeah, cause I'm a real shrinking violet, me. Shaking in my boots at the sight of you.
just saying. haven't seen you fucking around much lately.
You that hard up for attention or something? I'd expect you to be ecstatic about not seeing my mug for a while.
not complaining. just something i noticed.
wasn't sure if you were pissed off, scared, or embarrassed. figured some of all three.
wasn't sure if you were pissed off, scared, or embarrassed. figured some of all three.
[ pissed off, sure. makes sense. embarrassed too. david certainly feels both of those in spades. but- ]
Fuck would I be scared about?
[ does he know ]
Fuck would I be scared about?
[ does he know ]
lotta things. even you ain't seen everything this place can do yet.
or maybe you liked that a lot more than you thought you would, after you told me you weren't interested.
or maybe you liked that a lot more than you thought you would, after you told me you weren't interested.
Sure, your dick is just so good that it scared me off.
i'd believe it.
[ that might be a joke. might. ]
[ that might be a joke. might. ]
Sure, I'll just walk up to the campfire and ask.
"Anyone round here been fucking Chuckles? Don't be shy. Scary dick or not?"
Everyone'll be climbing over eachother to tell me the details.
"Anyone round here been fucking Chuckles? Don't be shy. Scary dick or not?"
Everyone'll be climbing over eachother to tell me the details.
you might be surprised.
[ even so, the idea almost makes evan laugh, even if david's still using that goddamned nickname. ]
they probably won't guess what you went out looking for.
[ even so, the idea almost makes evan laugh, even if david's still using that goddamned nickname. ]
they probably won't guess what you went out looking for.
[ david very nearly fires off a retort that he didn't exactly meet the bar before his brain catches up and reminds him he'd really prefer not to ever bring up the topic of milking with trapper ever again. let along start writing checks his ass can't cash. or maybe it could, but he doesn't want to find that out either. ]
None of their business, is it? Just like what they're doing is none of mine.
None of their business, is it? Just like what they're doing is none of mine.
maybe not. but they ain't the ones who'll be the problem eventually.
[ he considers for about two seconds whether he should ask the next question or not, then figures: what does he have to lose? it's not like they even tolerate each other. ]
you thinking about coming back out?
[ he considers for about two seconds whether he should ask the next question or not, then figures: what does he have to lose? it's not like they even tolerate each other. ]
you thinking about coming back out?
Dunno. Haven't thought about it.
[ a lie on multiple fronts, but this is exactly the kind of thing he's good at lying about. ]
[ a lie on multiple fronts, but this is exactly the kind of thing he's good at lying about. ]
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