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Distortion; that was the best way to describe it and something that tasted almost Green in a way. A virus, but what was happening before it? The action of trying to remember felt like static in a TV an image flickering just behind it during the darkest night.

Sammy couldn’t make out what it was though, the distinct thought was something about Vines. This for some reason sent a chill down her spine, unusually cold even for someone who was dead.

The static cleared but only for a second, she was falling through it now rings of green and black, blocks of pixels filling out to create an Island. The hunter island. Yet even now she knew it was wrong. Things were out of place from the few times she had visited and everything felt off, even the oppressing feeling of a lack of FEAR was missing, a sure sign this wasn’t Deus island.

She started towards the one thing that was the same, the Lighthouse, the portal home she would escape there. Or at least try to.

It only took a few steps before the sense of something following her, even in the odd fog that blanketed the island she could sense it. She took three more steps and turned dropping down into a fighting stance her fist of bone raised and burning as she stared the shadow down, unable to really make a shape of it besides some sort of moving mass low to the ground.

There was a surge of movement the shadow lunging forward arms reaching out, it burst apart with a sudden fury, a hunter with brown hair, a white streak, and a giant sword lunged outward towards Sammy.

There was only a moment to react her artifact flickering into existence on her bone arm as she stepped in knocking the sword aside with the strange bone buckler. “About time you showed yourself.” She growled as they both turned to look each other in the eyes.

There was a pause.


“Who the ******** are you,” the two voices rang out disturbingly matched. The hunter shifted resting her heavy blade over her shoulder. “You’re a monster, an abomination on MY home. Of ALL places. I’ll cut you down. Just like every other freak.”

Sammy could only sneer, “Bullshit, you’re the freak, I might have thought of working with hunters. But wielding a turned creature of FEAR? Becoming Human? No way. You’re just some fake. A shadow of who I really am.”

The hunter Sammy scowled, “And who’s to say you’re not MY shadow?” She shifted lowering the blade into both hands. “You look like me, dead, with no eyes and full of rot. Are you some kind of twisted mimic?”

The ghoul laughed, “Hardly, I’ve seen other me’s I’ve seen me swearing to a King of blue, I’ve seen me mad with Destruction, and after every single one of them I was the one still standing, I am my True Self. You’re the shadow here.” This made the hunter scowl darkly lunging forward in a wild blow that Sammy danced away from for now.

“Are you going to fight? Are you going to just banter on and hide behind a mask of bullshit till I cut you down?”

The ghouls eyes flared wild and bright, the fear pouring out of them and her fists.

“I’m not hiding behind some mask like a phantom thief, I am the original, I am the one and only, and I’m going to beat your a** into a distant pointless memory.”





quote="OOC"]
gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S REAL NAME ] Samanta “Sammy” Lee
gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S HP ] 50/50
gaia_crown [ LINK TO MY ACTUAL CHARACTER's JOURNAL ] Journal
gaia_crown [ MY CHARACTER'S CLOTHING EQUIPPED “I don’t need a mask to hide behind”
gaia_crown MY CHARCATER'S BONUS ITEMS: +1 Arcana card (D) - Use at any time to heal for 5 once each to heal in the Finale

How could this corpse move so quickly? The hunter gritted her teeth, it was like there was a sudden burst of speed coming from the creature, the thin long blade cracking out against Bastille, the echo of steel on steel ringing around them as Sammy poured more of her FEAR into her movements literally burning it away in exchange for the series of rapid strikes she made.

At one point the heavy weapon got a shallow blow sending the ghoul spinning, yet she carried through the motion turning it into a strike of her own that opened a thin line of red on her forehead.

The heavy blade couldn’t keep up, the hunters coat ripped and tore as the smaller blade continued to lash out. Somewhere in the string of blows a boot cracked her knee the hunter letting out a sudden yelp of shock as she went down to her knees. Tears streaming down her cheeks. “N-no. This isn’t, IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS.” She screamed voice hoarse, blood dripping down her face from the earlier blow.

“YOU’RE JUST SOME FREAK.”

Sammy stood there her swords tip planted in the ground hands resting on the pommel as she watched ‘herself’ scream. “We’re not a freak.” She said softly, “Neither are you for that matter. But you’re not me. And I’m not going to roll over and let you take my place in the world.” She raised the shimmering blade, the bright blue rune burning in the hilt pointed at the Hunters neck. “If you really were me, if you were actually as strong as me. You might be the one walking away from this.” She raised the sword higher. “For what it’s worth, I don’t exactly relish taking a Hunters life the way I might have in the past.” With that she took the blade in both hands bringing it down swiftly on the neck of the kneeling shadow, vanishing as soon as the blow was clean through.

Sammy continued onward through the broken island, not looking back at the hunters remains as she fastened her golden chain and pendant back onto her hip with the fight over almost as quickly as it had began, sure that she was indeed her one true self.