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Rep was disorientated and afraid, unable to help himself as - rather than cower before the terrifying entity - he did exactly what he'd always done and twisted the fear into anger and rage, narrowing his eyes. Her words cut deep however, echoing intentionally or otherwise the comments Dwight and so many others had made about him being kept primarily to run out his energy, as a lowest common denominator, something people would do everything they could to avoid becoming. No matter how low people sunk, at the very least, they weren't Rep.

It made it worse that she was a woman, there were so many complicated associations with the female for him, he loathed them, he loved them, he wanted to destroy them and wanted to be them. He rankled at the thought that anything of him belonged to anyone but in a deep, intrinsic way, he knew she was right, so much of him was already in her hands and her power.

He'd joined Death division because in Sun he had dreamed of being a hero, because there had been people who believed in him and told him he could be more than the animal he was, more than a monster. They'd deceived him for a while into thinking he was truly worthy of love. But then he'd realised that he wasn't up to the task, he couldn't endure it, all he could do was seek a place where they'd use him for what he was. He wasn't a hero, he couldn't handle anything that came his way. especially not emotions.

It was hard to Protect, and he wasn't admittedly, very good at it, it was Harrison's thing, it was what he was best at.

He'd been trying not to worry about anything for the last few weeks, months. Drugs, alcohol, delusions, nothing had saved him, nothing had made him feel worthy and nothing had let him escape for long.

"What if it ******** did?" he asked, standoffish and uncertain. "What would I gain?"

Maebe had closed her eyes when her hands flew up to protect her face, but the punches had stopped long ago. The pain simply hadn't, and she didn't realize that she was just feeling the swell of her face instead of continuous punches for several minutes. When she slowly put her hands down, the air felt cold against her overheating skin. She tried to open her eyes, and for a moment saw a sliver of the fight between Chance and Otto. She still felt that urge to get up and join them, but that urge ended when the skin and muscle around her eyes swelled them shut.

She was blind, for now. Her hands went back to hiding, and protecting her face. It burned to the touch, as did the tears that tried to escape beneath swollen eyelids.

She wouldn't be moving, any time soon.

Hissing out in frustration he found Mimsy not moving, instead what WAS moving was much, much scarier. What might have been a yelp under other circumstances turned itself into a snarl. Robert was on him, using all that rage against him and not Mimsy. He needed to fight, needed to get towards the 'monster' she claimed she was and show her she was not alone. She was in good company, all of them were monsters, but first he needed to try and deal with Robert.

Balling his fist he turned all of his attention back to the one who was tearing him apart. Robert was in his way.


Quinn:
HP: 15/30
DMG: 6

SHILOH - BEACH

The was a brief respite from all the crazy and Shiloh nodded, arms still firmly around his fiance. He wasn't exactly sure why Jack and Finn were on the maybe list, though he could hazard a guess that even if it wasn't zombie-related, there could be reasons. He rested his chin gently against Ian's head.

"Cake and booze and sleep, we'll fix you right up, Mister Nazari. In the meantime, you're absolutely right, no arguing, not allowed."

Shiloh wasn't entirely convinced about the walking either, but he carefully let go of Ian, keeping a hand on him as he got to his feet and then extending said hand to help him up.

Gee, it sure would suck if when Shiloh looked down, Ian's eyes were suddenly red and glaring.

Kiki's eyes widened, and an elated smile crossed her battle worn face. "My, you are so brave and valiant!" She said with awe, her heart pitter pattering in a fluster of girlish glee. "I should very much love to see you in battle some day. Brave Prince." Maybe not right now, though. She didn't want her Edgar to get his eyes gouged out.

Actually, the carnage was making her ill.

Her face fell, and it was hard to remain so happy when such a gruesome display played out before her. Her stomach turned, and she felt scared for herself. She felt disturbed, and scarred.

"Ugh.." She grimaced, hiding her face in her hands. "I can't look.. It's terrible!" How could they turn on one another?





Closer. Closer!

Otto's grip tightened once more, even using his heightened strength to lift and slam the man's head into the ground once, trying to shake out every last breath from him.

Only anger. Only bloodshed. Nothing else remained inside.

The white flower the little girl offered Mimsy shattered, suddenly, as if made of brittle crystal. For a moment, Mimsy could hear someone, a distinctly female voice laughing at her. Then she woke up.

CHANCE - BEACH

He dragged in some semblance of breath, but it was nothing more than a rasping rattle of his lungs. Chance's fingers, which had been pressed hard against Otto's wrists, now grew limper, and he felt Otto lift him before his head snapped back, slamming into the ground. Pain ricocheted through him, his entire body, and Chance's chest ached, burned with the effort of trying to breathe.

He lifted one hand, fingers trembling a little with the effort as he reached to touch Otto's cheek; but he didn't have the strength, and a second later, Chance's arm fell back, his entire body growing limp.

Lifeless. Otto had rendered him limp.. heavy... not breathing. Cold. Cold. No heat in this one. Time to find another body to break. To feel truly alive he needed to end the lives of others. He felt something hit him, and he let Chance's bruised and cut neck to whip his head around. Leslie was now the focus of Otto's red gaze.

Otto pushed himself off Chance, scrambling after Leslie in a fury and dove for his midsection, attempting to tackle him to the ground.