Camp Freak [An original RP]

[Rosie 3]

Sebby stared at him for a moment, then shook his head.

[Xblade Aaron 11]

"Ah, I see," Aaron said, puzzled slightly, "who are these directors? They seem pretty nasty."

[Rosie 3]

Sebby hugged his knees to his chest with a frown.

[RoxSox 3,593]

Aaron stroked his forehead, small trickles of blood leaking from his forehead...

"... Bit*h!"

He then swiped at him weakly...

[Rosie 3]

Zane caught Aaron's wrist, lifting the blade to strike down at him. He wasn't smirking- in fact, his face was blank- because last time, his arrogance had gotten in the way. What he didn't realise was that, even trying to focus, he was pretty much leaving himself wide open to attack most of the time, completely by accident.

[RoxSox 3,593]

Aaron rolled backwards, swiping Zanes legs out from beneath him... leaping to his feet, he caught the blade... and thrust it into Zane.

(thatswhatshesaidowo)

[Rosie 3]

(xDDD)

 

Zane's breathing choked off for a moment, his eyes widening from the pain. "You... l-little... son of a..." he gasped, trying to kick out at Aaron as he grabbed at the blade. He wrapped his fingers around the blade itself, opening up the same wound from earlier on. He tried to pull the sword out of his body, but it was proving tricky since his hand was only a few inches above the wound itself and his strength was failing him.

[RoxSox 3,593]

trying to get the blade out would prove futile, it pierced through Zane and into the ground below...

"Pfft, have fun."

[Rosie 3]

Struggling and giving a frustrated yell, Zane kept pulling as hard as he could- until, in an attempt to dislodge the blade from the ground, he started twisting it this way and that. It took everything he had not to scream, but he didn't want to give Aaron the satisfaction of hearing him crying out in pain.

[RoxSox 3,593]

"You can go ahead and scream, I wont think any less of you.

[Tricia-chan 42]

The White Rabbit froze as her ear twitched. When she heard the commotion, even though it was far away, she looked up to see Zack's condition.

[Rosie 3]

Zane ground his teeth, shaking his head and giving Aaron the strongest glare he could muster. He kept desperately twisting and yanking at the sword; it wasn't so much about getting it out of the ground as it was preventing his body from healing around the sword. He flailed his legs, trying to kick out at Aaron.

 

Zack could feel his stomach churning, and blood clogging in his mouth, but he kept going. Although his face was ghost pale, his expression was pure determination. He was NOT going to let Zane's injuries get to him this time, no matter how close they got.

[Tricia-chan 42]

Although still worried, the White Rabbit continued to follow Zack. After all, speaking up about it wasn't going to do much help.

[Rosie 3]

Zane twisted the blade a little too far, too roughly- the scream tearing out of him as his hands, slippy with the blood, struggled to keep a decent grip on the sword.

 

Zack heard the scream, and without warning broke into a run, sprinting as hard as he could towards his twin even though he could feel himself weakening the closer he got. Skidding to a stop when he saw Aaron and his brother, the latter still pinned down on the floor, he swayed uncertainly on the spot for a moment, the dizziness finally starting to get a hold over him. "Zane... What did you... do..." he groaned, reaching out and leaning against a nearby tree for support.

[RoxSox 3,593]

Aaron sighed... it wouldnt be long until he sliced his own fingers off, or his body healed around the blade.

He started to feel guilty...

"... need help?"

[Rosie 3]

"Why the hell would you want to help?!" Zane snarled, glaring down at the dark patch spreading through his shirt, as though he could somehow force the blood back in. He couldn't- he was in too much pain to concentrate on doing anything clever. And, besides, when Zane screwed around with his blood, it tended to solidify. Which would not be good news.

[RoxSox 3,593]

"I can't stand to see you suffer like this." He said...

He walked over... grabbed the hilt of the blade... and pulled it out.

[Rosie 3]

Zane couldn't help but scream as the blade was tugged out of him, and struggled first onto his front and then his knees, breathing hard, at the same time as wanting to sigh with relief. (lololinneundo)

 

And, only a little ways away, Zack finally cracked, wincing and clutching at his head for only a few moments before he slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

[RoxSox 3,593]

Aaron put a hand out to Zane.

"up and at em.

[Rosie 3]

With a low grunt of pain, Zane took Aaron's offered hand, and tried to stand up, stumbling when pain spiked up from his wound again.

[RoxSox 3,593]

Aaron got him to his feet, then propped himself beneath Zanes shoulder, helping him stand.

[Rosie 3]

Zane laughed weakly. "I thought you said you'd kill me if I tried to fight you again..." he mumbled, trying to swallow the blood as it welled up in his mouth.

[RoxSox 3,593]

"Well, I still might. Just... I want you to die honorably."

[Rosie 3]

Zane hesitated for quite a while, eventually muttering something inaudible. He kept his eyes on the ground as he repeated it. "...Thanks."

 

It was only a tiny little word, but the amount of pride he'd had to swallow to say it was immense. He never apologised, or thanked anyone... He left all that to Zack.

[RoxSox 3,593]

"Your welcome, Zane."