[PRP] Dead by daylight [Alexis]

[Blade Kuroda]

As always, Darlene's was late to close. There were a few stragglers, but all in all, there weren't too many around once the employees were released to head on home.

A hooded figure in a black and gold coat tilted their head as they spotted Alexis making their way away from the restaurant.

He began to follow.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

Alexis never suspected, not really. They had enough to worry about, being out as it was; so, sure, they spotted the hooded figure, but why would they think anything out-of-the-norm? "I'm headin' home, Kuroda," they said, irritation tense through their arms and shoulders, "don't gotta be watched, I'm not interested in being on real house arrest."

That was all the attention they paid. They kept walking.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"If that is where you want to go..." the figure uttered before pulling something out of his pocket. There was a glint of light off the blade.

"I suggest you better start running."

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

Alexis' eyes widened, barely perceptible, when they caught the glint of the blade; and in half a second their shoes were pounding against the concrete, trying for a sprint, braid whipping behind them as they tried to round the corner. Rooftops -- probably off-limits, not at this time, definitely not. Alleyways, no, not permitted -- they needed to make it to a main street - hope this was a joke. Or that he'd give up.

They had no magic to keep themself safe. There would be no throats torn out.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"That's more like it."

The figure actually waited and watched for a moment before bolted off after Alexis, giving chase. He was fast. It was unnatural. As much as they tried to lose him, it didn't take long before he had caught up. He had actually managed to run past Alexis to get in front of them.

"Too slow."

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

Alexis almost skidded straight into him when their legs finally caught up with what their eyes saw, managing a quick backpedal to redistribute their weight between both feet; they kept their hands at their sides, balled into fists, trying to size the figure up.

"What d'you want." Their voice was sharp, hissed, not-entirely-malevolent but starting on the way there.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"Fear."

The figure shifted forward and tried to slice down across their chest before attempting to grab a hold of their shoulder to try and throw them down onto the concrete. While Shun wasn't weak by any means, the figure was considerably stronger as far as raw physical strength goes.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

A huff of breath -- Alexis had thrown themself backwards as soon as he started talking, but the knife still caught and pulled, ripping a partial line through their shirt (but not their binder, small miracles). The grab on their shoulder, though, that hit and forced them downwards - they hit the ground hard, head tucked inwards, and tried to kick - shove - push him off, teeth bared.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

He had been kicked back a bit, but he managed to grab a hold of one of Alexis's legs as they continued to try and fight him.

"Enough of that, now," he hissed. With his free hand, he went to drive the blade into their leg.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

For half-a-second, Alexis was rigid with the pain of the blade in their leg, their face pale, but -- they let that leg go limp. Easy enough. No more stress on it until treatment -- so more focus on their arms, their fingers, their teeth. They shoved and clawed at him, raking at fabric, biting at anything that was close enough to their face.

There was no screaming, no yelling; just hoarse, shallow breathing.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The blade was pulled out as Alexis began to fight back. After getting raked across the face, he let out a low hiss before clenching his hand and attempted to clock them across the face with a backfist.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

Their entire face was going to be feeling that for days.

(If they had any more days.)

Lights -- for half a second he was out of focus as their eyelids fluttered, but -- still, still, still. They reached out for his hand, to try and wrench his wrist, to break his fingers. (To get his bones between their teeth and bite down, down, down.) They didn't need to see, or to think; they just needed to be able to move.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

His hand had been grabbed but he managed to yank it out of their grip before any real damage could be done. Hissing lowly, he abruptly got up and away from Alexis.

"Not enough," he uttered; a hint of disappointment in his tone.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

"Get back here, you ******** psycho."

Their voice was low. Throaty. <******** you -" god, their leg hurt, it hurt, they felt like their nose might need a little help too - "y'don't - get to just - leave." Alexis reached for the wall, trying to lever themself up to standing, putting all their weight on their unstabbed leg - angling their head, keeping him on their right. "Can't even stab someone right." For all they were smaller than him, half-standing, leaning heavily on the wall, they looked at him with disappointment. (This wouldn't be isolated - they needed to keep him here. Long as they could. Had to.) "********' pathetic."

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"You used to have magic. The lack of that now is what's truly pathetic," the figure scoffed. He began to back away, though he didn't turn his back to the injured Alexis.

"You have nothing I need."

daekie