screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[ he grabs the chairback aaand heads back for her, raising it ]

We're gonna end it right here.

[ and he should join aomine in this -- grab the chairback he got earlier and start smashing it on her head, for everything really, but mostly for what he doesn't know but can guess she did to Hail.

And yet as Aomine raises his own makeshift weapon, Kise just ... stands there, before taking a step back ]

Zwei watches the two of you nervously, anxiously... but then she starts laughing. Even as she's on the ground, with a teenager holding a chair at the ready, she can only laugh. This laugh is almost condescending, in a way.

"...hehe, go ahead! Kill me. Kill me if you really think you can! But I don't think your friend over there can handle the idea of getting a little blood on his hands. Nothing like a little murder, right? Hurting someone with this face... Believe it or not, I look just like Echo... especially if I died. Is that the face you want to see on my corpse when I'm dead?"

[ ... he pauses, chair back still held like he's ready to swing, sudden uncertainty -- past the anger and spite and fear and adrenaline -- flickering across his face ]

-- Shut -- the fuck up. You're not ... her, even if you got her face, you're a goddamn murderer.

[ and he swings -- but not aiming for her head, aiming for the hand with the knife instead ]

S--shut up! You're not Hailchan!

[ and yet even despite yelling that he stays absolutely frozen in place, unable to move at all ]

Zwei bites back a pained sound when your chair back strikes her hand. The knife slides off to the side, out of her range. She laughs again, moving her hand to cradle it closer to her.

"But I am her! Where do you think that girl came from?! Thin air?! No! I am responsible for her, and if I didn't exist, neither would she. So, as much as it just pains me to say it, she is as much me as I am as much she...!"

[ and he drops the chairback -- trying to get down on his knees to straddle her, reach out to grab the knife past her grip

and punch her in the face with his other hand because he really wants her to stop talking. ]

[ god this is such an awful scene. He feels himself sweating cold, and he can feel his heartbeat and all of a sudden he feels nauseous and he's in pain and the bunrs from earlier just seem to sting that much more and --

he doesn't want to be here, witnessing his boyfriend killing a girl who looks just like his girlfriend.

And he's trembling, but regardless he still takes a tentative step closer, observing the situation just in case -- just in case Aomine needs help. ]

Take -- care of it fast.

Zwei bursts into delirious laughter, even with that punch, even if she's currently in a position with little else to do.

"I dare you."

[ he's ignoring the sharp pain that punch brought his broken hand, he has to, he can't stop now to think how much she looks her her -- that hand instead trying to cover his face, get a firm grip on her as he draws that knife closer to her neck, the hilt almost slipping out of his sweat-slick palm --

before he tries to stab her in the throat, from the side; not anything neat or coordinated, just one rough motion, telling of how he's never actually used one to fight like this, to kill. ]

[ and the only thing Kise can do is let out a chocked gasp when he sees that -- instantly covering his mouth with a hand and trying to suppress the urge to throw up again ]

The choking, gurgling sound she makes is almost as startling as the disturbing shriek. She's not laughing—she's screaming, trying to grab you, but with a grasp that's too weak to do any harm or purpose. People slashed into the throat don't die as quickly in the movies, you know.

[ why is she still alive

he just wants it to end, really, at this point -- grip on the knife shaking as he pulls it away from her throat

and then stabs her again, hard and quick ]

[ and when he sees her moving -- trying to grab Aomine -- the fear she won't die with just that and that she's going to retaliate settles in soon. He moves fast, as fast as he can and without thinking -- quickly grabbing on the chairback and kneeling down to smash it as hard as he can to her face -- careful not to hit Aomine, even though he's trembling. And he hits one time, two times, three times, four times, five times ... getting weaker with each strike until he stops completely ]

When this is all done, her face is bloody, disfigured, and beyond recognition. Her throat is a gaping hole with blood pooling in it.

At least you don't have to look at a face like Echo's anymore.

The shrieking, the sounds she struggled to make—they've all stopped. They stopped a while back.

The spotlights on the stage slowly begin to dim, and the theatre falls completely silent.

It's like time has stopped for you two.

[ and as soon as the spotlights dims he throws the knife to the side, body trembling, scooting back off as Zwei as soon as he can and covering his mouth ]

[ he on the other hand -- he's going to stay right where he is, eyes empty and unfocused for a good few moments, still breathing hard

and then he drops the chairback, vision blurry -- but it's enough to see what he just did and this time he can't quite hold back. He pretty much crawls back, as far as he can, before turning around and throwing up once again ]

[ yeah throwing up seems like the cool thing to do at this point ]

[ IT'S A PUKING PARTY UP HERE

coughing a few times, and already he feels like curling up and crying and get out, but he can guess Aomine is probably in no better state. It takes a lot of willpower, really a lot of it, but he snaps himself out of shock enough to wipe his mouth with his arm and tentatively move to Aomine -- walking on all fours (and avoiding the vomit 'cause that's gross), still too weak to really stand -- and put a hand on his shoulder ]

.... we -- have to go ...

It's -- it's enough now. We saved her.

[ it takes a lot for him to be able to even respond to that hand, to Kise's words, eyes focused on that bloody corpse they've left lying on the stage, breath quick and stressed ]

... G-go -- where ... ?

[ trying to grab him forcefully, to make him look away ]

Where -- where ...

[ thinking, because he has no idea ]

Janta -- would know, right?

[ -- looks away at that, focusing on some other point in the theater ]

Ask -- ask him.

[ he's weak and beyond exhausted at this point but definitely trying to keep his shit together for now. Hey, if he tries to disconnect he'll be just fine, right? It worked during the game.

He takes a deep breath, and when he talks again, his voice sounds eerily calm, even if tired ]

... Janta, where should we go now? Somewhere safe...

...Janta really has been watching. It's a little slow to respond at first.

"...the place where True Heart is. That's the safest place in the heart... But if Zwei is gone, then many places of the heart should be safe by now."

... where's -- that? Where's ... the True Heart?

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