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Alec kept walking right past Tommy as he spoke, most of what he was saying passing straight though the two holes for ears he now possessed, much like the immature teenager he was. Amongst Tommy's attempt to angrily retort at the sharkboy's obvious rudeness, he only seemed to make it worse as he shot the middle finger at him from over his shoulder while still walking away.

He stopped as the man just about admitted defeat, not buying any of it at first. A long time ago he was stupid enough to quickly believe the s**t that'd come out of his mouth without question. Now he was just bitter and broken.

He wanted to yell back something along the lines of "You ruined my life" to at vent to the man responsible for the entire mess but figured it wouldn't do any good. Tommy hadn't held a knife to his throat, he'd just filled his head with false hope of freedom. Freedom he now accepted to be unattainable. Instead the boy merely turned and watched him begin to walk off, silent at first. "S'no use sayin' sorreh now. S'not like it'll change anehthin." He wanted to leave it at that, but he soon felt the need to add one last comment in. "We both go' ou'selves inteh this shite."

Alec glared daggers at Tommy as he walked away, grinding his jagged teeth along eachother in growing aggitation. He wanted to lash back at him but for the life of him he couldn't spit out the words. So much tension, anxiety, anger was welling that his mind almost refused to cooperate. How could he say that s**t? How could he go through what they'd gone through, and now feel the least bit of pain, suffering, self-pity? It was like he'd planned it all along.

"Damn ye." The boy hissed and turned away, tears welling up and rolling down his grey cheeks as he inhaled a sharp, quivering breath. He never had the guts to stand up for himself even though his brain was screaming for justice. He'd go back to his leaf-bed and wait, hoping to be forgiven by some cruel b*****d in a lab coat. But he. He was supposed to be his friend. Together they were supposed to save themselves, save everyone from the pain. Had he seen what Alec had seen? He'd spoken of suffering but had he really seen the moment when a person's spirit breaks?

And now to see him walking away, whistling and brimming with sarcasm and selfish pride. He couldn't take it anymore. He want to go home, damn it and he unfortunately made the fatal mistake of turning back around.

In a second his heartbeat rose to a deafening thump in his eardrums, black eyes trained on the retreating form of the bat-man. With every step a new muscle tensed, an opaque lid normally concealed creeping over his line of vision until an invisible lure was the only thing drawing him in on a straight path. He could smell the tinge of blood of his clothes as the ocean breeze hit the dried fabric, only serving to push him harder towards his target. In a matter of seconds he'd spanned the distance between the two and now, his gaping jaws lead him to lash out in a violent attack on Tommy's left shoulder. This was no test bite.

Although Alec's facial structure meant that it was no longer an easy task to break his nose or face, the impact definetly hurt. However, this was not enough to fully dislodge him and as his head bent back from the blow, his jaws held a firm grip for longer than expected. As the pain was only momentary amongst the soup of adrenaline in his veins, and the youngster soon found himself recollecting himself for a moment before lunging again for an arm or his chest, his own arms grappling for a hold on the man.

He was ill with rage from the blood and the bitterness he felt towards Tommy, at that moment wanting nothing more than to tear him apart. This wasn't about food or territory, it was pure vehemence and for once he didn't consider or care about the consequences.

Tommy plan had worked perfectly so far, the brash and clumsy movements of a shark on land made Alec easier to grab and hold. He immediately began trying to force his mind into perceiving a way out of this vulnerable position but he his thoughts were far too chaotic to be rendered any use in the situation. All he knew was that he needed to make Tommy hurt as much as possible.

The irish teen began to flail like mad, thrashing his entire upper body back and forth as he swung his spare right arm to try and assertain a grip. Unfortunately his rubbery feet would fail him as he was tripped, ending up in a face plant into the sandy beach below though this hardly slowed him down. In a moment he was thrashing again, deathrolling on land until his mouth could get an adequate gap to make another attack.

Alec let out a yelp as Tommy kneed him in an exposed area of his back, arching his spine to somehow absorb the pain while he still tried to fend off the grappling soldier. Blood now ran down the boy's face, leaking from his nostrils He thought he was done for when he felt the awkwardly shaped arm wrap around his throat and yet, he couldn't do anything about it.

His prayers were answered as he was shocked to find tht Tommy's grip was weakening before he could do any damage. He gladly took advantage of the opportunity and thrust his elbow backwards. Even if his relentless attack didn't connect, it would give him the room needed to make a sufficient counter-attack. Realizing this was a crucial moment, he put his best effort into shoving back on his dorsal fins to tear at Tommy's arm.

By the time Tommy deleriously fell beside him, Alec was already capitalizing on the wounded man's bloodloss that only contributed to his overall weakened state. It didnt take him long to acquire a good angle for him to chomp down on the bat-man's arm, twisting his head to the side for use of the serated edges of his teeth.

Not a moment after the blood began to flow and the fluid touched Alec's tongue did he feel the first spark.

He only had a split second to remember the sensation before a full-blown shock was initiated, the preoccupied security monitors most likely delayed in their reaction to the beach brawl do to other circumstances unknown to the shark. Unlike past experiences however, the pain was intense and comparible to someone sticking his finger into a lightsocket, but it didn't end with a black void just yet. The shocking went on, long past what Alec could ever recall and the teen soon found himself hollering in suffering as he promptly detached himself from his prey and began thrashing wildly on his side.

The shocking lasted what seemed an eternity before finally he fell limp and unconscious by the drifting tide.

**New RP**


Can you imagine trying to swim through tar? Tommy sure can. He's had a lot of practice lately. Well, I guess swimming through tar isn't the perfect metaphor...how about climbing out of a steep, muddy pit? Yeah, that's more like it. whichever metaphore you use, though, it's basically what Tommy has been going through every few days. What between shocks into unconsciousness, malnourishment, and fights with a walking shark...I guess it's not hard to see why. Tommy's eyes blink open once, twice...ah dang...he slipped back into the mud again. Let's try again in a few minutes, eh? There we go...yeah, that's it Tommy...find some purchase, keep conscious...aaaaannnnd....awake!

A groan escapes the bruised and battered man's lips as he finally finds purchase in the muddy landscape of his mind. He blinks up at the sky a few times before taking a gander at his surroundings.

Still on the beach...figures...where's Alec? I hope he's okay...I don't think I hurt him too bad...

He winces slightly when he tries to prop himself up with his left arm. He blinks at the heavy bandage adorning his left shoulder. Geuss I know who to thank for that rat thing back up in the mountain now...I...wait...what the...? Oh that sunofabitch!

Tommy spots the batman bandaid covering a small scratch on his other arm. He can think of only one person here who has that kind of humor...and all Tommy can do is start laughing.

Tommy just sits there, laughing to himself. At the moment he's wearing his filthy BDU pants, a tattered black t-shirt, and no boots (They're about ten feet away covered in sand). Tommy and Maryke have both changed some since their last meet, Tommy it seems for the worse.

He has his back turned to Maryke at the moment, just digging the feeling of being alive.