semi-closed 🔪 sometimes it's better to lose than compromise

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ It's trauma time! (event nsfw)
When ⬤ THE BLOOD RAIN BABY
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ TRAUMA!! BLOOD!! GORE!! VIOLENCE!! PTSD!! SEX!! BODY HORROR? This is a nsfw post for event stuff, so be warned

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[pitfight]

[ The young boy he is cries, screams, fights against Andy because there's nothing else he can do. Sara is dead, she's gone, and it doesn't matter what he does, she's gone. ]

[ So live, live as loud, as bright, as hard as one can. Take life, and take, and take, and take, because some kid not even out of high school will take it from you otherwise, some senseless act of violence will overcome the survival drive every human has. ]

[ Nishitani doesn't know this yet. He will, in the years between now and then. ]

[killtime]

[ She lets him cry. Lets him scream and fight against her embrace. It's all she knows how to do. All she's ever done when faced with the same kind of awful loss. Cry, scream, fight. Like a ritual, over and over again. A futile ritual. Until she was too tired to fight anymore.

All of it gives her a painful kind of understanding she's not sure she really wanted. A terrible, half-unwilling insight into the man that this boy will become. The one that shares her bed. The one that almost died for her — and already died for someone else. She thinks about the fearless, reckless way he lives — how ready he was to accept his own fucking mortality — and it makes her tighten her grip on the boy in her arms, holding him closer. ]

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[ He holds onto Andy, tight, fingers clawing at her back. He sobs, until he can't-- and the blood, the rain, the water around them cracks again. They're no longer in an alley. A school, instead. Uniforms, one Nishitani refuses to wear, but he's at the school gate, waiting. It's raining, but he doesn't have an umbrella ]

[ Sara, alive, her hair nearly to her waist, her eyes so bright that in the sun, he swore they were gold, not brown. She's walking out of the entrance with a group of friends. She sees him-- them. ]

[ And still, she waves. ]

[killtime]

[ It's jarring to see the girl there. Even more jarring than the shift in reality. She can still see her body too clearly — broken, left behind the dumpster. Those pink socks. But she's here too. As if none of that had ever happened. It's unsettling. Leaves her feeling a little unbalanced. This nightmare, this curse — it knows how to fuck with your head.

The scene is innocent enough. The girl's waving to them, smiling. Andy can't fully explain her trepidation, or why she tries to reach for Nishitani again, to hold him back from going to meet her. ]

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She's waiting for us. [ Nishitani grouses at Andy, stepping out the cigarette he'd been working through. He straightens, looks at Andy, and it's clear he's not seeing her, he's seeing something. That crying, vulnerable child is gone, here he's a snarky, ornery teenager again. ] You wanted to fucking meet her, don't tell me you're chickening out!

[killtime]

[ It doesn’t feel right, somehow. And maybe that’s just some lingering anxiety, something unsettled inside her from holding that boy to her chest while he sobbed, but she still hesitates to let go of him. It takes her a moment before she finally forces herself to release him. No argument, not out loud, but she follows close behind when he goes to meet the girl he called his sister, not trusting the nightmare not to turn on them again. ]

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[ Nishitani snaps his arm back when Andy finally releases him, straightens out his shirt before crossing the street to get to the school entrance and meet with Sara. ]

[ Sara, who reaches out and takes Nishitani's hand. Sara, who looks over Nishitani's shoulder at Andy. ]

[ Sara, whose face is caved in like it had been behind the dumpster. Her friends shift, girls with their faces blood, beaten, bodies broken. They all reach out for Nishitani, who goes without truly seeing what they've all become. ]

[killtime]

[ They make eye contact, and Andy knows — she just knows, and without thinking, she's already moving, trying to close that distance that she was stupid enough to allow in the first place. A burst of desperate motion, hand outstretched — just barely brushing against Nishitani's clothes before she stumbles a few more steps forward, grasping again, snagging a handful of fabric at his back and yanking as she utters one ragged syllable — ]

Don't.

[pitfight]

What do you mean, don't? [ Nishitani looks back at Andy, but by then, it's too late. ]

[ The form of the girls has changed, the thick sludge wrapping up his arm, his shoulders, his face. His eyes widen, he reaches out to grab Andy back, take her shoulder, her arm-- ]

[ And he grips her wrist, her heartbeat wild beneath his palm. The nightmare shutters, shakes, cracks, tries to fit around two, two people for this nightmare to consume. Without Nishitani, where's Andy fitting into this picture? ]

[ The surroundings quiver, flutter. It snaps out at Andy, a tendril shooting out towards her face. Finally, the demon fights, fights with Nishitani half inside it, struggling, fights Andy who refuses to let go. ]

[killtime]

[ Her heart is slamming against her chest, her grasp bruising as she grips him back, crushing the small bones of his wrist with her desperation to not let go. She can't fight like this — not the way she needs to, but her grip stays stubborn, even as she only barely manages to twist out of the way when that oozing limb snaps out towards her.

Gods, she would do anything to have the curse back just then. To be immortal. To fear nothing. But all she can do is struggle as she is, vulnerable and mortal and terribly fucking afraid even as she braces to fight. She doesn't try to dodge the next attack, instead letting that tendril catch her other arm, woman and monster both gripping each other as she forcefully pulls, jerking the sludge towards her and sinking her fucking teeth in, determined to rip that thing right off. ]

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[ Beneath the ooze is something tangible. Andy's teeth clamp down and when she yanks back there's a tear. Thick blackgreen mud sloughs from the injury, splashing down onto the ground and uselessly against their feet. A roar, anguished, at the audacity of this woman to fucking bite it. Nishitani is half consumed and yet-- ]

[ Nishitani doesn't let go of Andy but he yanks her just a fraction closer, closer to his back, where-- ]

[ His tanto, he's always kept his tanto against the small of his back. ]

[killtime]

[ The ooze tastes acrid in her mouth, nearly strong enough to make even her gag. Turning her head to spit some of that shit out doesn't help much — and what damage she's managed to do hasn't stopped that writhing black mass. But she hasn't let go yet, still hanging on as if that's the only thing that matters. And maybe it's the only thing that does.

Her feet are so planted, her body so tensely braced that she almost resists Nishitani's pull by reflex — but she looks at him, consciously yielding, letting herself be tugged in closer. Then — then she can feel it. A handle. A weapon. Her fingers close around it and it feels like grasping a little hope. Her grip is strong, her eyes meeting his for one fleeting moment before she finally draws his tanto free —

The metal glints before she's plunging in into the sludge that encases him — over and over and over again, forcing the blade in to the hilt every time with relentless, murderous intent. ]

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[ Andy stabs for what feels like hours, again and again, but it's with this ceaseless, raw energy that she brings the nightmare to its knees. The nightmare snaps, this time in half, and with a final blow, a familiar city bleeds into the world around them, the nightmare, the demon, gone. ]

[ Nishitani opens his eyes, Andy on top of him, where the nightmare placed them, and lets out a long breath. ] Holy shit.

[killtime]

[ Her heart is threatening to burst out of her chest. Her fucking arm aches, her fist still clenched so tightly around the handle of his tanto that her her own nails threaten to cut into her palm. She's covered in sludge, chest heaving with the effort of catching her breath, eyes still a little too wild when she looks down at him underneath her.

A quiet huff of breath. Almost a laugh when she agrees breathlessly: ]

Holy shit.