[PRP] Dead by daylight [Alexis]

[Daekie]

That struck a nerve. Alexis hissed out a breath through their teeth and - tried to index the pain, to put it away somewhere they could deal with later. Their face was bruised, maybe a fracture or two - their leg would have been bleeding worse if he'd hit an artery, but their jeans were still shading red - it wasn't fatal, but it wasn't clean. They could probably put enough weight on it for light walking, with a counterbalance -

they pushed themself off the wall and aimed a punch at his neck, squinting, angling -

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The figure caught Alexis's fist and he began to squeeze it with unnatural strength. Not quite enough to break bones, but it certainly wouldn't feel all too great.

"Stay down," he hissed before pulling them in close as he brought up a knee towards their midsection.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

********, it was always their -- ******** wrist -- they clawed at his hand, his neck, with desperate adrenaline -- anything and everything within reach - "No," Alexis hissed, and felt the air go out of them so hard they saw stars. They kicked out at him with their non-injured leg, trying to take advantage of the fact he was half-holding them up, trying - trying - trying - they squeezed their right eye closed and tried to use only the left - if it blurred out from lack of oxygen, sudden pain, it'd be less noticeable.

God, but they were out of practice. (A year ago, they would have had a knife. Four months ago, they would have had any weapons they knew -- now they weren't anything but blunt nails and blunt teeth. It'd made them soft.)

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The hooded one grunted as Alexis managed to kick his side, though his arm quickly went down to catch the leg and hold them in place.

He sighed.

Then, he aimed a strike right for the wound on the leg they were standing on. He wasn't pulling his punches there either.

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

Alexis whimpered, hoarse - like an animal - their leg buckled, involuntarily, pulling them closer to the ground. It was a pretty little sort of desperation in their eyes, because they thought - they thought they couldn't let him leave, had to keep him here, had to stay - "try n' stab me again, son of a b***h," they choked out; half-pressed against his chest, teeth still bared despite it all.

No, no, no, no - have to - others safe - please, have to keep, ******** please let it work, I need -

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"No."

Taking a hold of Alexis, he just went to hurl them to the ground.

"You do not have what I need. Stay down."

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

"<******** you," Alexis said, and looked only mildly bewildered when they hit the ground -- they attempted to get back up but their leg wouldn't listen, it wouldn't listen - in their mind they called out for water that wouldn't come - "no, no, I won't --"

Their face was purple and blue all across their cheek and part of their nose; and still they tried to lunge for him anyways, desperate.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

There was an exasperated sigh that came from the man in the hood. While Alexis lunged for him, he just moved in to kick them back down.

daekie

 

[Daekie]

"******** traitor," Alexis accused, their voice shuddering, reedy with pain, "********' traitor - " ********, ********, ********. They -- couldn't -- god, it hurt so ******** bad, but they still had three working limbs and no broken ribs even if one hand hurt like a son of a b***h and they'd just been kicked in the shoulder -

they spit at his foot. It came out a little bloody. They'd bitten their tongue, at some point.

"I'll kill you -" the coughing sounded painful, thin as they were; full-body shakes. "Don't ******** -- treat me like - a child -"

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

A low chuckle escaped the figure. He didn't say anything else to Alexis. He just walked on off to leave them on the concrete.

Daekie

 

[Daekie]

Alexis spit again at his retreating form, their eyes burning, the adrenaline fading and leaving them shaking and cold - and when they couldn't see him anymore, they pulled out their phone with pale hands (bruising all across their knuckles, their back, their face) and took a hazy picture of the nearest shop sign. The text felt like it took forever.

The shop was closed. The street was empty. It was just Alexis, bloody, curled against the wall, their shirt ripped down the front and one hand pressed to their bleeding thigh, palm crimson.

azuredreams

To: Mercer
need pickup. pic = location
[image attached]

Blade Kuroda

fin i assume