VLDR - Shut Up and Dance

[ChubbyMooshroom9]

Dumbass, I never said I had honor. I respect people who respect me. Tit for tat.

[Cyantic]

Still implyin' you got something human kicking around in you. You're a brute, dunno why the fuck you think you could lie so blatantly to people.

[ChubbyMooshroom9]

I don't.

[Cyantic]

Hmph. Right of arms it is. Let's see if the brute has anything beyond flailing and killing the ones that can't stop it.

[Arcthurus]

Belladona readies her katana again and strikes forward. The blade pierces James on the heart, an attempt to put him out of his misery and to strike Shino's heart as well, but the latter had let go of James quick enough that the blade could not touch him. James breathes out one last time, hopefully finding peace in his final thoughts.

James is dead.

Belladona moves James out of the way and pulls out the blade from the body. She turns to face Shino again, a .357 Magnum staring her down. Belladona's mind flashes to Robin's body -- a wound right on her heart. The floor behind her was bloody... The bullet must've pushed right clean through. It must've been why there was a pool of blood on the floor. What did she think on her last moments?

Belladona is on the ground, hand clutching her chest. The shockwave from the bullet has her paralyzed. Her voice is now only a whisper...



Shino throws the gun at Elizabeth, who runs up to him with a machete in hand. Elizabeth easily avoids the flying gun and strikes the side of Shino's head with the machete, somehow only cutting hair in the upward strike. No blood was drawn from this attack.


Castillo attempts to get up or be a threat at all, but he's too far away.

Ivy, appalled, simply stays out of harm's way.

Lester stands menacingly. Creepy.

[Arcthurus]

Belladona's voice returns to normal as she undoes her shirt and reveals the bulletproof vest, once again, saved her life from death. The used up bullet is on the ground now.

[Hawkwing425]

Holy... fuck. This thing... I swear I... you... you...

[ChubbyMooshroom9]

You're the one attacking me. Don't get pissy on me.

[Cyantic]

You're the one who started this damn thing, Shino. Shut up.

[ChubbyMooshroom9]

Then did you start it with your self defense, if I believe you?

[Cyantic]

It started when you were going to betray Robin. Stop playing dumb - it's getting annoying. Can't we have a damn fight without you giving me an aneurysm? Or is that how you're going to kill me?

[ChubbyMooshroom9]

If I recall correctly, you asked me I wanted to betray to protect myself, did you not?

I simply stated I did not care about the penalty.

[Cyantic]

It wasn't a choice. I wanted to know who you were a little better. And I can't say I was all that surprised.

[Arcthurus]

Belladona attempts to get up, but she's too staggered to do anything. Castillo pulls out a knife but is too weak to throw it. Ivy and Lester watch, petrified.

Standing and capable is only Elizabeth, machete in hand. Shino stands with lead pipe on the ready for her.

They trade blows, pipe blocking one machete strike after the other. His breathing is heavier, while she has spent less time in the fight. With every jump he takes back, she jumps forward, giving no room to spare, leaving no openings and attempting to exploit any wrong move he does. No blood is spilled, but the stakes are clearly high. One wrong move and it's all over. They both slowly make their way to the middle of the parking lot.

Finally, one single strike connects. The machete is thrusted deep in. He looks down his own chest, blood pooled over, blade where the heart should beat.

He does not scream or welp, but instead draws a mute breath. He's done enough of his share of work to know there's no coming back.

He does not curse or swear, but remains silent. His face is not of anger or disbelief, but of acceptance, if with a hint of mild scorn at the troupe who united to take him down.

He does not choose Elizabeth's face as his last sights, instead lifting up his head to look at the sky. The clouds are a purple-pink mix, a beautiful piece of art as the day becomes night. The corner of his mouth smirks lightly, he thinks of his own previous "art" as the Miami Mutilator. Countless bets won for the Yakuza, weak fighters sprawled out dead in beautiful displays of dominance in his passion for fighting. And he went back. Night after night. Not because it was money -- but because it was his passion.

42 years well spent. An eternity more spent drinking cheap beer and watching football.

Shino has died.

[Cyantic]

I left the needle and thread in your room, Riza. I need to get mobile again. I can't do shit to protect you guys like this.

[Schultz128]

God can you people ever just shut the fuck up when you're killing someone?! It's not a fucking movie, it's a shitty struggle between deadbeats!

[Cyantic]

Did you really want to bring more people into Shino's madness? James got killed already. We didn't need someone else believing his lies. Just get the needle and thread and I'll patch myself together.

[Arcthurus]

Elizabeth removes the machete, goes back inside, and checks Castillo's wound. His tight was pretty badly injured. Some immediate treatment would be ideal.

Belladona and Lester leave to the parking lot. Belladona inspects Shino's collapsed body. Lester kneels down and gently closes Shino's lifeless eyes.

[Hawkwing425]

Heh... heh heh heh heh heh...
Belladonna is grinning.
I've been waitin' for this sight since I met this fucker.

[Cyantic]

Also, Bella, pass me the damn gun and bullet. I might be able to jury rig it and I don't want that falling into a different bastard's hands.

[Hawkwing425]

Give me a moment. I need t' check somethin'.

[XerxesLeFan]

...Bella. I mean this in the sincerest sense, but are you ok?

[Hawkwing425]

Oh, I'm perfectly fine.
She has a look on her face that says she FEELS fine, but is decidedly not. It looks a little manic.

[Cyantic]

Christ, we'll live. More than could be said about James. Poor kid. I warned him... Anyway, someone get me the kit. I'll be up and about in no time.

[XerxesLeFan]

Usually people don't want someone dead at first sight, but I cannot fault you. What's done is done.