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shifted_logs2010-07-19 03:27 pm
realitymods) wrote in shifted_logs2010-07-19 03:27 pm
The Thirteenth Match
Characters: Cally, Ai, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The thirteenth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
Those who had visited the king and the liar would know by now that arguments and banter were their main method of communication. But this argument was different. As they rose from their seats, their voices lifted too, until the argument rang out loud and clear.
And for once, the king argued for life.
“—but a child, not meant for battle or for death.”
A cold laugh from the liar. “And all the others were? Why must your conscience guide you only at the worst of times?”
“This is unthinkable cruelty. Have they not wits enough to end this by now?”
“Evidently not. I know thinking isn't your strong suit, but remember what is at stake here. We cannot afford forfeit, not this game, and we haven't time to argue. We have to start the fight.”
“I will not allow this.”
“Then this is for both our sakes.” The liar fired two bullets into the king's chest, and in the moment of the king's staggering, the liar drew the king's sword from its hilt and severed the king's head from his neck.
Mercury was everywhere.
In distaste, the liar discarded the sword. He walked up to the hourglass as if he had not noticed the silver blood splattered all over him. When he smiled, he smiled as if he had not just beheaded a man. And he spoke as if he did not announce something terrible. “Callindora Alynn. Ai Haibara. I'm so sorry.”
The hourglass started counting out the seconds, and the liar knelt by his king's side, sorting through his deck of cards.
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The thirteenth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
Those who had visited the king and the liar would know by now that arguments and banter were their main method of communication. But this argument was different. As they rose from their seats, their voices lifted too, until the argument rang out loud and clear.
And for once, the king argued for life.
“—but a child, not meant for battle or for death.”
A cold laugh from the liar. “And all the others were? Why must your conscience guide you only at the worst of times?”
“This is unthinkable cruelty. Have they not wits enough to end this by now?”
“Evidently not. I know thinking isn't your strong suit, but remember what is at stake here. We cannot afford forfeit, not this game, and we haven't time to argue. We have to start the fight.”
“I will not allow this.”
“Then this is for both our sakes.” The liar fired two bullets into the king's chest, and in the moment of the king's staggering, the liar drew the king's sword from its hilt and severed the king's head from his neck.
Mercury was everywhere.
In distaste, the liar discarded the sword. He walked up to the hourglass as if he had not noticed the silver blood splattered all over him. When he smiled, he smiled as if he had not just beheaded a man. And he spoke as if he did not announce something terrible. “Callindora Alynn. Ai Haibara. I'm so sorry.”
The hourglass started counting out the seconds, and the liar knelt by his king's side, sorting through his deck of cards.
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She stares at the pill with her forehead wrinkled... But she certainy hasn't figured it out; pills aren't so common in her world.
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It was a lie she was only half-convinced of though. But it was one she was teaching herself to believe should that day ever really come. Far too often had she felt their presence. Too many times did she dream of Gin or Vermouth finding her and executing her. At least with Vermouth she could bargain to spare the lives of others-- it was Gin that she had to teach herself this lie.
Plucking the pill from the tin she didn't even blink as she popped it into her mouth. Calculations from the previous experiments that she could remember from old data told her that she had seven seconds before it would take effect the moment she swallowed.
"You really shouldn't believe everything you see," Ai stated before swallowing the pill dry.
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She blinks at the pill swallowing, narrows her eyes in thought for a moment at what exactly that pill will do... But then dismisses it; the point of the blade is already over her heart and she's too busy silently saying goodbye to actually care that much.
It's scary, terrifying actually, but it's better than she thought it'd be.
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When she opened her mouth to respond, instead of the words she was aiming to speak in response, out came a painful sounding cough. Her hand flew to her throat as the familiar fiery sensation over-took her body. The deafening sound of he heart beating filled her ears when Haibara clutched at her heart, her every bone in her body aching as if they were being crushed from within.
Unable to stand the child fell to her knees, hunched over with only her hands for support to keep her from collapsing onto the ground, coughing violently. Already her vision was blurring and specks of blood could be seen on the coliseum floor.
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She stands for a moment; her eyes wide and faintly shocked, her mouth working the air as the blood spreads across the front of the dress... And then she slumps, there's no other way to describe it. It isn't graceful, it is particularly dramatic - it's just a slow fall into the dirt with crumpled skirts.
"Wh- wha-" she tries to ask of Haibara, tries to ask with her nails clawing marks in the dirt... But no, it's far too late and far too painful for speech; no matter how hard she tries she can't force herself to make the effort.
She's already dying; there seems little point.
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"A-aaah!"
Fingers were now digging into her shirt over her heart while the child struggled to breath in between the cries. Coherent thoughts were replaced with frantic ones, desperate to cling to something in order to the ignore the pain, anything at all. Just something long enough to last the remaining moments of the poison before it would finally end.
Flinching as she gasped and tried to swallow another cry, she forced herself to open one eye only to see the other woman clawing at the ground.
"--I--idiot!"