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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:46 pm
[ thorne | | unmasked ] : pissed // [ corr | | unmasked ] : also pissed
Thorne remembers bar fights and back alley brawls from when he was younger. He remembers warzones and nights spent in the sick summer heat of the Pacific sun, bruises and broken bones in the wrong sequence of healing.
Thorne isn't a stranger to survival.
But Corr is something else.
The marble slams into Thorne's back. Corr is a heavy weight on top of him, a reflection turned at the wrong angle. His hands are a vice around Thorne's throat, bruising, crushing.
"Let's match," Corr says, cruelly.
And the world - spins - to black. PeanutButterPies come save this loser with the 200 WORD CHALLENGE
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:49 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 ||
He had been following Thorne this whole night - he had his eyes tracked on him, his body attuned. So when Thorne's double went after him, when Thorne went down well.
Chris was right behind ******** OFF!" Chris grunts, slamming into his double with all the weight he can manage, trying to get him off. He was getting Thorne out of here, come hell or high water.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:59 pm
[ thorne | | unmasked ] : pissed // [ corr | | unmasked ] : also pissed
Thorne gasps, violent, as Corr is wrenched off of him by another person - Chris. Chris. His heart jams violently in his chest,speeding and burning and -
Corr stumbles onto his feet, a snarl ripping through his throat like a dog. He stares down at the two of them, violence dripping from him in every step, every beat and breath.
"Teacher, teacher," He drawls, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He touches the bruises on his throat. His boot connects solidly with Thorne's side, sending his lesser double into a wet gasp of pain.
"Didn't you learn to stay away before?" His smile is edged like a knife. And this is anger. This is wrath. He opens his mouth to say something else, but Thorne beats him to it.
Literally. <******** you," he says, for what is probably the thousandth time tonight.
And without waiting for an answer, he punches his double square in the face.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:02 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || ******** u corr
If he wasn't so empty, so tired, Teacher would have been a taunt that would have gotten a flinch. A reply, something in him burning at it all.
But Chris is tired and he aches and he, more than anything, hates this thing that stands in front of him and wears Thorne's skin.
He doesn't give any reply, but instead aims a kick towards Bootleg's side, putting as much force and anger behind it as he can.
"Are you okay?" He addresses towards Thorne.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:16 pm
[ thorne | | unmasked ] : pissed // [ corr | | unmasked ] : also pissed
Thorne stumbles to his feet, spitting blood, looking like hell, but when he sees Chris, his eyes light with something like fire-touched steel. He presses a hand against Chris's neck, steadying. Grounding.
"We'll leave here tonight," he echoes, his voice low and burning, "Isn't that what you said?"
Corr laughs behind him, a snarl of sound.
"You think there's an escape from this? From her?" He asks. "She'll never leave you, Thorne. You should have learned how to heel."
He sweeps forward, and Thorne braces himself. But the force of the blow isn't directed for Thorne but Chris.
The movement is violent and thoughtless. Thorne hisses at the sharp slice of claws against his skin as the visage of his twin shimmers and shifts, until there is only a bony monster in its wake. A monster, the same as its master.
"Do you really want to chase this one until it gets tired of you," it hisses, chattering teeth against stark white bone, voice crooning and gentle and cruel, "like all the rest? Don't you want to sleep and give up? There's nothing for you in that world anymore. She will haunt you to your grave."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:22 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || ******** u corr
"Yeah," Chris says, and there's something undeniably grateful in his voice, in the strength he takes from Thorne's hand against his neck. His own hand comes up to touch Thorne briefly, reassuring himself, before it drops. "We're leaving."
The bootleg is still here, still snarling but Chris tries to pay him no mind. He had given him attention tonight and had gotten nothing in return, he would do nothing else except force him to let them leave.
But then Thorne takes the blow for him and Chris, Chris burns.
He turns his gaze on Corr, his face twisted into a snarl and something of pure rage as he launches himself at the new creature standing there. He pulls his fist back, puts all the power he can into this punch.
"I will not LEAVE him!" Chris snarls, newly founded anger and rage coursing through his body.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:33 pm
[ thorne | | unmasked ] : pissed // [ corr | | unmasked ] : also pissed
Corr snarls laughter, and it is ugly, ugly, unlike anything that Melany ever beat and burned and cut into his flesh. He smiles, all teeth, all bone.
"You will, you will," he sings, "you really think anything but the Madam would keep a savage dog?"
He shoves Thorne out of the way more easily than should be possible for a man of his stature and raises his fist. It is sharp, hungry, cruel, and it strikes for Chris with the ferocity and wrath of a creature that never learned how to do anything but bite.
Thorne strikes the wall with a guttural sound, wet and painful.
"Chris - " he shouts, eyes snapping open to the blurred image of Corr about to strike, striking. "Chris! Run!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:38 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || ******** u corr
"What do you know about me?" Chris hisses, angry and sharp. He had been shown his flaws, but what did this monster know about his virtues? What did this monster care?
He turns with alarm as he sees Thorne shoved towards the wall, sounding pained, sounding like something is broken. He takes a step to try and help, but turns late at Thorne's warnings.
The fist to his face is a blow he didn't expect, one of much more force than he could think was possible. He drops to the ground at the force of it, the wind knocked out of him, trying to take great wheezing breaths as blood drips out of his mouth.
He can feel the bruise ********," Chris says and then adds on, "I'm not leaving you Thorne."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:48 pm
[ thorne | | unmasked ] : pissed // [ corr | | unmasked ] : also pissed
"I've existed beside you for months," The fetch snarls in return. He lifts his bony hands, wild with hate. "Do you really think you want a savage dog? What happens when it bites? Will you choke him on a chain like you choked me?"
He lunges for Chris again, but Thorne is quicker. Thorne catches his fingers into the bony rot of Corr's body, and they both go crashing across the ground together in a tangle of grasping limbs and violent fists.
Thorne throws his body into Corr's bucking form, holding him down, pinning him, every part of him atrophying with pain. But he's not going anywhere, anywhere. Not without Chris. His eyes find the others, wild and fervent.
He thinks about fighting Chris for the span of a second.
"Together, then," he only says instead.
"Together, let's end this. And leave."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 2:52 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || ******** u corr
"Shut up!" Chris yells, but it sounds more like a beg, and an obvious nerve has been stuck. His face throbs but he pulls himself up off the ground, wiping off blood that's trickling out of his mouth.
He's not able to land a punch to the other without possibly hitting Thorne, but he can give him a good kick and he does exactly that, one and then for good measure, another right after it.
"Together," He repeats, looking at Thorne. Wondering what will happen after this.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 3:15 pm
[ thorne | | unmasked ] : pissed // [ corr | | unmasked ] : also pissed
Corr laughs, a choking sound, but it turns to a wet snarl as he's assaulted not by one but two people. He makes an ugly noise in the back of his throat when Thorne throws a punch into Corr's laughing face. It snaps to the side, a sickening crack resounding, but Thorne only feels a hot spike of anger, of wrath.
This creature had stolen his face for months. Had hurt Aleksy, had hurt Chris. Had done things Thorne didn't even know about, left his entire life in ruination for him to go back to, to crawl back to once this was all over. A part of him ached, shouted. Corr had followed orders, that was what he had done. But he had enjoyed it all the same, and Thorne wouldn't kill him, wouldn't let him die because of mindless wrath, but he would walk away from here and take what wasn't Corrs.
What had never been Corrs.
His mouth works furiously, but Chris's voice grounds him to this place. Reminds him - even if he has nothing left in Ashdown, he is still alive. He can still walk forward. He can still move on.
Corr chokes beneath him on blood and laughter.
"You really want to go back?" he asks, as though reading his thoughts. "After everything? After your mother and your father and the way he looked at you?" Thorne hisses, the words lancing through him like knives. "You want to go back to your brother looking at you like you're a dog off its leash?"
"Yes," Thorne snarls. He looks up at Chris, his expression softening, and he echoes it again. "Yes."
Corr exhales.
"She won't let you," he says. "She will never let you go."
And Thorne scoffs, a hard, angry sound.
"Neither will you," he responds, and curves his fist up into Corr's face.
The creature goes slack against him, head snapping back from the force of the blow into the concrete, a rattling breath the only burst of noise before his entire body crumples, eyes flaring and falling shut. The ugly, wet sound of bone and flesh caving in hits Thorne like a sledgehammer. But in the silence that follows, there is only quiet. Corr is finally quiet.
Quiet like its master.
Thorne struggles to his feet, panting, his body burning from every point of contact. But his eyes find Chris, splintered apart, broken by the atrocity of his crimes at his feet. His heart aches and bends. He holds himself like he's afraid of what he could do if he touches anyone else.
I had to, Thorne thinks, but everything inside of him is carving his crimes into the delicate structure of his body.
"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I'm sorry - for everything."
For this. For what I had to do to live. To leave.
shibrogane CORR IS p dead so quoting you! Chris and Thorne joined up to escape!
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 4:05 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || ******** u corr
Chris says nothing as Thorne's double is trapped under Thorne, standing there bleeding and his face aching and something in him that isn't actually physical feeling like it's close to splintering again.
He says nothing as he watches their fight, says nothing as there are things said.
As Thorne kills him.
He looks at Thorne after it's done and he doesn't say anything except step forward and cup one hand around Thorne's cheek, one grabbing his other hand.
"You had to," Chris says and then he pauses before - "It's okay. But we're leaving. It's time to go."
He strokes one final thumb over Thorne's cheek, soft, gentle. But then he gently tugs his hand forward, past the body on the floor. They need to move.
It's over.
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