night seven - kill log

[judgejudy]

Who: Killers and Veronica Santangelo
When: The seventh night
Where: The operating theatre

[ No matter what you may have been doing, the deep sleep of the enforced curfew will eventually overtake you at 2AM. It's not clear just how much time has passed, but when you wake, you're certainly not in your room. You're in a room that you've never seen from the other side, and the drowsiness of whatever keeps you asleep is still making you sluggish as it fades away. The only thing familiar here is that about half a landing up, you'll see an overhead door that might be familiar.

However, this might not be as important as how Judy's voice suddenly speaks up. ]

All of the arrangements have been made, and databanks are recording. You may begin, science team. You'll find your requested tool next to the subject.

[ A tool? If you look around for what that might mean, it might be obvious.

On a surgical tray right next to you, you'll see a battle axe. ]

Comments

[onepunchgirl]

[The shock hits harder than the first, and the only thing that distinguishes it from the rest of the pain coursing through her body is the crackle that hits her ankle again. Her vision begins to blur, the pain beginning to finally overwhelm her, and the only thing keeping her moving is adrenaline. The training the Brotherhood of Steel gave her since birth, instilling her with the will to survive.

Her arms are weak, and one is bleeding out and turning useless, but she still manages to get her hands on top of Ava's neck. She pushes down, too weak to strangle but forceful enough to put pressure on the larynx - a feeble attempt to choke Ava.]

[turinged]

Stop—

[Once Veronica moves to wrap her hands around her throat, Ava shifts to shove her arms away, to push the other woman off her. She has a strong survival instinct as well, and while she isn't physically strong, she's determined. She twists and shifts, trying to move away as she pushes Veronica away.]

[onepunchgirl]

[Ava isn't strong, yes, but Veronica is weak right now. The shocks she could take for longer, but her arm is still bleeding out and she can feel her mind fading as well. But she fights it, because she instinctively knows she won't awaken again if she falls now. Yet even she isn't invincible.

The shifting and twists will manage to get the pressure off Ava's throat, as she can't form a real grip in her state, but Veronica pushes her legs tight around Ava's form in a refusal to be completely knocked off.]

Coward. [She pants heavily, trying to get her hands back on Ava's throat. Only in vain, as she can barely even see the girl in front of her now.] Give up.

[turinged]

[She's pinned for now, but she can at least tell that Veronica is fading fast. She looks towards her, something almost like pity in her eyes.]

I do not need to give up. You are dying.

[onepunchgirl]

[Oh, now that pisses her off. It's true, but how dare Ava say it so casually. As if she's not responsible.

The burst of anger makes Veronica see red and she lunges again for Ava's throat, this time her hands landing and going around her throat. But...nothing happens after that. The last burst of energy comes and goes, and Veronica collapses on top of Ava, hands still around her throat but with no pressure or strangle. Her body still moves slowly, life still there, but she is no longer responsive.]

[turinged]

[As soon as Veronica stops moving, Ava pushes the woman's corpse off of her and stands up. She takes a deep breath, rights herself, and pulls the axe from where it's embedded in Veronica's arm.

She raises the axe and swings it down on her corpse, again and again. She was instructed to make this messy, and she means to. By the time she's finished, Veronica's corpse is in pieces, but still recognizable. Ava drops the axe down, wiping a bead of sweat off her face and leaving a smear of blood in it's place.

She gingerly touches her throat. The skin is red where Veronica pressed down her hands, and she'll have to hope the bruise won't appear until the trial is finished.]