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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 9:54 am
Fish ran. Fish ran, and then he got lost. He finally slowed his pace in a part of town he didn't recognize. His breathing was ragged, interrupted by sobs and hiccups. He was exhausted and yet wide awake. The tears had dried to his face, staining it stiff and salty.
It was not that he was scared of what he had done. But wasn't he? But wasn't he more scared of how it had felt? He had been reluctant, but he hadn't been able to stop. He had... had he enjoyed it?
Now that he had paused long enough to think about it, Fish felt ill. He crouched over a storm drain, waiting for the nausea to pass. It didn't. He clutched the curb and vomited into the gutter.
Which didn't make him feel any better, just shaky and violently ill.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:45 am
Writ wasn't in the best shape. His hands still hurt when he moved them, the burn on his chest felt like a knife inside of him that'd put him on the ground every once in a while. Ciro did a number on him. Writ grit his teeth, he didn't know how exactly he was going to recover, but he was already planning his revenge. He already ******** with Ciro enough, now he had to finish the job.
Writ saw a familiar face in the gutter. Fish.
Huh. He approached with caution. It could be a trick. Fish did say that they were enemies. Maybe his former friend was just trying to lure him into a false sense of security.
"Hey Fish." Writ called out, keeping his distance.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:14 pm
Fish responded to his name like it was a slap, looking up and then shrinking. Writ. Writ couldn't see him like this. He still had too many unresolved issues with Writ. He didn't know what to say.
His stomach solved the problem for him by forcing him to wretch into the gutter again. Any other time, he would have found this embarrassing, but he was too preoccupied with being distraught.
"Wr-wr-writ," he stammered pathetically. His stomach settled momentarily and he was able to look up. There was an almost dead look in his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:36 pm
Writ inched closer. Seeing Fish in this weak state strangely comforted him. It seemed neither of them were up to fighting, but he was up and ready. Fish didn't seem capable of much of anything. Like a Coyote to a carcass. Writ caught himself licking his teeth.
He walked closer, but he didn't let his guard down. His ears were up, listening for any sign of Ciro or any of Fish's other "Friends".
Writ stopped in front of the gutter and kneeled down, "Last time we met, you said we would be enemies." He coughed, "What happened, Ciro beat you up or somethin'? Join the club." He raised his wrist, showed his burn, and hissed in pain.
It still hurt.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:40 pm
"C-c-ciro," stammered Fish, trying to get ahold of himself. He needed to stop the stammering. "Ciro's-"
He stopped, took a few breaths, and forced himself to continue. When he did, his voice sounded hollow. "Ciro's dead."
He shook a little bit as he said the next part. "Writ, I... I killed him."
With a great, shuddering heave, he resumed vomiting into the gutter.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:52 pm
Goddammit.
Writ didn't smile. The news threw a wrench in all of Writ's plans. Maybe because most of those plans assumed that Ciro was still alive. The week of planning his revenge was all to waste. How as he to get payback now? He growled. It can't be.
That little b*****d couldn't be dead yet.
Not until he was through with him.
This could just be a ploy. Fish was a good friend, and he did trust him to an extent- but trust was something you could take advantage of easily.
"You're kidding." Writ said, his voice was serious, "This is all a trap, isn't it? He got you to lure me here, and he's just gonna pop in any moment now to finish me off, is that it?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:57 pm
Fish shook his head and collapsed backwards, out of the crouch, into a sitting position. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. It felt like the insides of his stomach were touching each other - there was nothing left to bring back up. "He's dead," he repeated, voice hollow.
"Bones and a-a-ashes," he said, and the stutter came back. "D-d-damn it."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:15 pm
"What proof do you have?!" Writ grabbed Fish by the shoulders and forced him up, "I know I said fire and water don't mix, but you were friends with that ******** since the beginning!" He shoved Fish back down, "And you're telling me you killed him?"
Writ took out his ax and yelled out into the air, "Okay Ciro, game's over! Let's finish this!" The streets were quiet. No sounds of footsteps, or Ciro's voice. It was all quiet.
"Goddammit!" He yelled, throwing his ax to the ground, "Come on out and fight me!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:31 pm
"He's d-d-dead!" yelled Fish, not moving from where he had landed. "He showed up in the S-s-scene two hours ago and tried to k-k-kill m-m-me!"
For a moment, he looked down the alley as if almost expecting Ciro's ghost to appear and smite them both. No dice.
He wished he had his trident. He had fled so fast he hadn't gotten to grab it.
He hoped Writ wouldn't try to fight him. He didn't have the energy for it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:49 pm
"Dammit! Why didn't you just kill me you ******** coward?!"
Writ looked at Fish again, it was almost a glare. "Why would he try- " He coughed violently, daggers of pain went into his chest, he sat himself on the ground as the wounds acted up.
Writ laid on the street, defeated.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." he groaned, turning to Fish, "Ciro really messed us both up, huh?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:35 pm
"Yeah," muttered Fish weakly in response. In truth, he had really messed Ciro up before Ciro got much of a chance to screw with him.
He stared at the pavement. After a while, he said, "I killed him, Writ."
He slammed a palm down on the sidewalk.
"I never wanted to kill anyone."
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:06 pm
"Too late to say that." Writ grumbled, "You just did."
He sighed and stared at the gray sky.
"So why exactly did he try to kill you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:10 pm
Fish thought about it for a while. Already in his mind the specifics were getting a bit fuzzy. "No idea," he said, and then, "Something about be being a ******** f*****t."
Feeling a bit dizzy, he pressed his face into the palms of his hands. There had to be more to it than that, certainly. He just wasn't sure. Nothing was making sense today. Nothing at all.
He looked up again.
"Did you kill Echo?" he asked quietly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:08 pm
"So he found out huh?" Writ squeezed the bridge of his nose, "I opened my big mouth in front of him and now I'm here. He opens his big mouth and now he's dead. Wonderful."
Writ's ears perked at the mention of Echo, "Echo's dead?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:57 pm
Granted, this was not the response Fish was expecting. Writ seemed genuinely surprised, which, given that it was a yes or no question and Ciro had been so damn convinced of the answer, was a bit strange.
"For over a week now," said Fish, swallowing dryly. His mouth tasted acrid and bitter at the same time. "Ciro was-"
He paused and stared at his feet for a moment.
"He was convinced you'd killed her. Big dog-looking thing did her in."
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