These were possibilities Jake had already considered when he realized what was happening in the ring. They were what fueled his actions now and it really only was a matter of minutes till Dirk figured out exactly what his plan was.
Jake coughed harshly at the well placed jabs that went into the softer parts of his abdomen, feeling the pain shoot up his sides. His endurance held through only till he felt the sword hilt collide with the lower end of his jaw, causing Jake to bite the edge of his tongue and spill a considerable amount of blood from his mouth. With the taste of copper in his mouth and his chin throbbing, Jake found himself loose and unable to keep Dirk from slipping out of his grip.
He panted heavily through the gurgling sounds of his still spilling blood. Shitty wound, stupid mistake, he should have expected that to happen. "Shut the hell up Strider!" Jake shouted, stealing himself a glance to the clock again. Two minutes and the audience was only now showing an interest in their performance. Something was going to happen if he didn't end this soon and that chewing sound over the loudspeaker was really grating at his nerves.
Jake pointed his pistol at the ground before Dirk's feet and shot a few rounds to force the other back. "You know by Merlins beard that isn't true!!" He voice broke with the volume it reached as he shouted over the firing rounds.
So it really was blood these bastards wanted, wasn't it? He watched out of the corners of his eyes as the audience slowly moved forward, leaning towards the battle now. Some still looked terribly bored. He scoffed almost silently and moved his focus back to Jake. His head was pounding and his body ached. If he didn't act soon all of this would be over in a way that he didn't want it to end. His brain wouldn't stop hiccuping over both of them not making it out alive, but dammit he couldn't lose Jake.
He flicked his sword out and rolled his stiff shoulder. He gave Jake the moment to recover from the blood dripping from his mouth. Must've pierced his tongue with his teeth. He would heal, "What's that? Did I hit a sensitive nerve?" He started moving forward but his body forced him to stop at the barrage of bullets.
It would have been so simple to just step forward into them, but the only thing they really would have done would shatter through the bone in his shins and he would be stuck there, helpless. Something about Jake's tone struck him and he tried pushing forward despite the bullets.
"Jake don't you fucking do it!" He couldn't keep the tinge of panic from his voice.
Jake kept his pistol trained at the ground before Dirk as he reached to his belt, pulling out his other gun. The clip was still mostly full. It might not have been immediately visible, but he was shaking. Palms sweating as he raised the second gun. The clock was down to one minute and there some unpleasant growling noises now sounding over the loudspeaker.
"Heros don't let their compatriots make sacrifices on their behalf...." He swallowed harshly. The taste of blood was still thick in his mouth and had already dripped down his neck to his shirt. Staining the white fabric. The teen was unable to put to words to the endless thoughts racing through his head. There were too many things that could and should be said, with far too little time to do so. Like those tragic endings to some of his more favored films. This wasn't a movie though, this was real life. This was his best friend's life at risk if he didn't act.
It wasn't fair to either of them, he knew that. It was even selfish of him to be doing this in front of Dirk. One should never weigh a lifes value and rate it with its deserving of continuing life, but that was exactly what Jake did. He couldn't stand to lose the best friend he had, and he knew Dirk was capable of greater things than pacifying his friends wants of scrums, skulls, and adventure. It wasn't fair but that didn't stop him. There were very few people Jake had in his life and by golly he was going to protect them if it was the last thing he did.
Jake steadied his arm and fired a well placed bullet at the base of Dirk's blade to knock it out of his hand. The last few seconds tick away as Jake tries his best to give one of his famous smiles. If Dirk spoke his words didn't reach Jake. His ears pounded as he lifted the lesser used pistol and rested it point blank against his temple.
"You really should close your eyes buddy..." Spoken as if he could see right through those impossible shades. They were shitty last words, but he couldn't afford a reputable speech to convince Dirk this was the right decision. No. All he could do was hope, for a result that left his best friend alive.
With that, he pulled the trigger to the well used gun, closing the match, summoning the roars of the previously apathetic audience, and ending his life.
He could hear his blood rushing in his ears again only this time it wasn't because of adrenaline. He had to get to Jake. This couldn't happen. This wasn't happening. He was not about to lose someone just because he couldn't think of a way out of a simple fucking death match. He shouldn't have hit him that hard. He should have stayed close because at least then he could have grabbed him, stopped him. Anything.
"Bullshit! Heroes don't blow their fucking brains out all over the fucking floor!" He didn't like how his voice cracked. He didn't like this place or how the people watching leaned forward in anticipation as they wondered who would brutally slaughter who. His grip tightened on his sword. If he did it first then-
No. Jake thought of that. He was smarter than he led on. He let the blade fall and finally just pushed himself through the lessened spray of bullets. By some miracle none actually pierced the skin, just skimmed by. It stung but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. It couldn't, not if Jake didn't make it through this. What worth was he if he couldn't save one of his own goddamn friends? How was he supposed to save a world if he couldn't save one person?
"No! Jake don-" His words were cut off by the final shot. He stumbled as he watched what should be inside his skull burst out and all over the ground. He scrambled to catch him, as if that would help. He couldn't breathe past the lump that formed in his throat. He pulled Jake's corpse into his arms and shook him.
"Jake! God no please...Jake." He knew it was no use but he couldn't help it. He wiped desperately at the blood and matter clumped at the bullet wound but nothing he did made it any better. Nothing he could do would change what just happened. He didn't realize how much he was shaking as he desperate searched for a pulse or how the tears had already started to spill down his dirt and blood encrusted cheeks.
"Jake." He croaked, blood covered hand smoothing his unruly hair back, "Jake." The sound from the audience washed over him like a stifling blanket as he held Jake to him, "You stupid, self-centered asshole." He didn't even hear the men coming to take the body, to remove him from the arena so they could start the next match, "Come back."
By the time the men got to him the fight had left him. He stood without much cause and retrieved his sword, but when the men made to take Jake he put the blade to their throats. The audience fell silent in anticipation, "Don't. Touch him." He slid in and knelt down, taking Jakes lifeless body in his arms. If anyone was going to give him a send off, it was him, not the bastards that orchestrated his demise. Of course, they would come later and take Jake by force, but not until Dirk had cleaned him up and prayed to every single god that ever existed that when they next saw each other again he wouldn't turn into some sobbing school girl and that Jake would be okay and maybe not even remember what happened.
Regardless of what gods Dirk had prayed to, it wouldn't bear any results till nearly a week later. Jake's body went through the early stages of decomposition, but after rigor mortis passed it began to slowly heal.
The island boy wasn't the type to think far enough past the 'killing' part of his last moments. He didn't know that his body would revive and expected to have his remains burned, much like he had to do with his grandmother when she was impaled. Inside Jake's own subconscious though, it was entirely possible that he knew everything would be okay after he offed himself. To what extent he understood that feeling was up to debate.
The first signal that something was off should have been the incredible throbbing in his head, the second being the delirium following in suit when he tried to roll over, but this was Jake-ever aware of his surroundings-English. It wasn't till his hand knocked something that he even opened his eyes (still unaware of his revival) thinking he was simply back in his room after a rough scrum with the bro-bot. Everything was blurred and he was (slowly) groping around the bed he was laying in to find his glasses.
The week had been a long one, one with even less sleep than he usually had. It was a week spent researching and collecting information on the likelihood of Jake's resuscitation. Everyone reassured him that everyone came back here, that the moderators of this bloody game wouldn't let their precious pieces be done away with so easily, but as time passed he started to believe those words less and less.
Each day he would clean Jake's body, keep it as preserved as he possibly could, but nothing could stop the growing doubt in the back of his mind. The body would continue to decompose in his bedroom. It was a health hazard. He needed to dispose of it if it got any worse. A couple of times he almost did but he couldn't bring himself to do it. 'Just one more day' he would say to himself. That was three days ago. He couldn't bring himself to burn the only person whoever truly believed in him. If he were in that bed, would Jake do the same?
He tried not to think too much on such things and continued to take care of Jake as if he were still alive. Finally his body was starting to give way and he found himself dozing longer than intended. It wasn't until Jake's hand fell into his lap that Dirk sprung to alertness. His sword was half-way out of his sylladex when he realized what was happening. He mumbled a quick rhyme to put it back before putting Jake's glasses in his hand and sitting back down in the chair next to his own bed.
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Date: 2012-05-05 04:45 am (UTC)Jake coughed harshly at the well placed jabs that went into the softer parts of his abdomen, feeling the pain shoot up his sides. His endurance held through only till he felt the sword hilt collide with the lower end of his jaw, causing Jake to bite the edge of his tongue and spill a considerable amount of blood from his mouth. With the taste of copper in his mouth and his chin throbbing, Jake found himself loose and unable to keep Dirk from slipping out of his grip.
He panted heavily through the gurgling sounds of his still spilling blood. Shitty wound, stupid mistake, he should have expected that to happen. "Shut the hell up Strider!" Jake shouted, stealing himself a glance to the clock again. Two minutes and the audience was only now showing an interest in their performance. Something was going to happen if he didn't end this soon and that chewing sound over the loudspeaker was really grating at his nerves.
Jake pointed his pistol at the ground before Dirk's feet and shot a few rounds to force the other back. "You know by Merlins beard that isn't true!!" He voice broke with the volume it reached as he shouted over the firing rounds.
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Date: 2012-05-05 04:56 am (UTC)He flicked his sword out and rolled his stiff shoulder. He gave Jake the moment to recover from the blood dripping from his mouth. Must've pierced his tongue with his teeth. He would heal, "What's that? Did I hit a sensitive nerve?" He started moving forward but his body forced him to stop at the barrage of bullets.
It would have been so simple to just step forward into them, but the only thing they really would have done would shatter through the bone in his shins and he would be stuck there, helpless. Something about Jake's tone struck him and he tried pushing forward despite the bullets.
"Jake don't you fucking do it!" He couldn't keep the tinge of panic from his voice.
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Date: 2012-05-05 05:32 am (UTC)"Heros don't let their compatriots make sacrifices on their behalf...." He swallowed harshly. The taste of blood was still thick in his mouth and had already dripped down his neck to his shirt. Staining the white fabric. The teen was unable to put to words to the endless thoughts racing through his head. There were too many things that could and should be said, with far too little time to do so. Like those tragic endings to some of his more favored films. This wasn't a movie though, this was real life. This was his best friend's life at risk if he didn't act.
It wasn't fair to either of them, he knew that. It was even selfish of him to be doing this in front of Dirk. One should never weigh a lifes value and rate it with its deserving of continuing life, but that was exactly what Jake did. He couldn't stand to lose the best friend he had, and he knew Dirk was capable of greater things than pacifying his friends wants of scrums, skulls, and adventure. It wasn't fair but that didn't stop him. There were very few people Jake had in his life and by golly he was going to protect them if it was the last thing he did.
Jake steadied his arm and fired a well placed bullet at the base of Dirk's blade to knock it out of his hand. The last few seconds tick away as Jake tries his best to give one of his famous smiles. If Dirk spoke his words didn't reach Jake. His ears pounded as he lifted the lesser used pistol and rested it point blank against his temple.
"You really should close your eyes buddy..." Spoken as if he could see right through those impossible shades. They were shitty last words, but he couldn't afford a reputable speech to convince Dirk this was the right decision. No. All he could do was hope, for a result that left his best friend alive.
With that, he pulled the trigger to the well used gun, closing the match, summoning the roars of the previously apathetic audience, and ending his life.
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Date: 2012-05-05 05:57 am (UTC)"Bullshit! Heroes don't blow their fucking brains out all over the fucking floor!" He didn't like how his voice cracked. He didn't like this place or how the people watching leaned forward in anticipation as they wondered who would brutally slaughter who. His grip tightened on his sword. If he did it first then-
No. Jake thought of that. He was smarter than he led on. He let the blade fall and finally just pushed himself through the lessened spray of bullets. By some miracle none actually pierced the skin, just skimmed by. It stung but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. It couldn't, not if Jake didn't make it through this. What worth was he if he couldn't save one of his own goddamn friends? How was he supposed to save a world if he couldn't save one person?
"No! Jake don-" His words were cut off by the final shot. He stumbled as he watched what should be inside his skull burst out and all over the ground. He scrambled to catch him, as if that would help. He couldn't breathe past the lump that formed in his throat. He pulled Jake's corpse into his arms and shook him.
"Jake! God no please...Jake." He knew it was no use but he couldn't help it. He wiped desperately at the blood and matter clumped at the bullet wound but nothing he did made it any better. Nothing he could do would change what just happened. He didn't realize how much he was shaking as he desperate searched for a pulse or how the tears had already started to spill down his dirt and blood encrusted cheeks.
"Jake." He croaked, blood covered hand smoothing his unruly hair back, "Jake." The sound from the audience washed over him like a stifling blanket as he held Jake to him, "You stupid, self-centered asshole." He didn't even hear the men coming to take the body, to remove him from the arena so they could start the next match, "Come back."
By the time the men got to him the fight had left him. He stood without much cause and retrieved his sword, but when the men made to take Jake he put the blade to their throats. The audience fell silent in anticipation, "Don't. Touch him." He slid in and knelt down, taking Jakes lifeless body in his arms. If anyone was going to give him a send off, it was him, not the bastards that orchestrated his demise. Of course, they would come later and take Jake by force, but not until Dirk had cleaned him up and prayed to every single god that ever existed that when they next saw each other again he wouldn't turn into some sobbing school girl and that Jake would be okay and maybe not even remember what happened.
Or that he wouldn't punch his fucking lights out.
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Date: 2012-07-10 07:03 pm (UTC)The island boy wasn't the type to think far enough past the 'killing' part of his last moments. He didn't know that his body would revive and expected to have his remains burned, much like he had to do with his grandmother when she was impaled. Inside Jake's own subconscious though, it was entirely possible that he knew everything would be okay after he offed himself. To what extent he understood that feeling was up to debate.
The first signal that something was off should have been the incredible throbbing in his head, the second being the delirium following in suit when he tried to roll over, but this was Jake-ever aware of his surroundings-English. It wasn't till his hand knocked something that he even opened his eyes (still unaware of his revival) thinking he was simply back in his room after a rough scrum with the bro-bot. Everything was blurred and he was (slowly) groping around the bed he was laying in to find his glasses.
"Blasted...where the devil did they go..."
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Date: 2012-07-13 05:09 pm (UTC)Each day he would clean Jake's body, keep it as preserved as he possibly could, but nothing could stop the growing doubt in the back of his mind. The body would continue to decompose in his bedroom. It was a health hazard. He needed to dispose of it if it got any worse. A couple of times he almost did but he couldn't bring himself to do it. 'Just one more day' he would say to himself. That was three days ago. He couldn't bring himself to burn the only person whoever truly believed in him. If he were in that bed, would Jake do the same?
He tried not to think too much on such things and continued to take care of Jake as if he were still alive. Finally his body was starting to give way and he found himself dozing longer than intended. It wasn't until Jake's hand fell into his lap that Dirk sprung to alertness. His sword was half-way out of his sylladex when he realized what was happening. He mumbled a quick rhyme to put it back before putting Jake's glasses in his hand and sitting back down in the chair next to his own bed.