tria 16, 81379 Who: Adun nagin Where: Seedy part of the city When: Around midnight Adun felt the wind knocked out of him again, another gut buster landing on its mark. "Not so tough without your sword are ya." Another pendragon smirked, looking down at adun, flanked by 4 others. <span style='color:red'>Go to hell</span> Adun remarked, getting kicked in the face and into a wall, his form battered. The thugs started to walk away, taking him for dead. He had multiple brusies, lacerations, and other injuries. <span style='color:red'>I ain't done with you yet</span> Adun said, barely standing up and shaking his head, feeling dizzy. "Give it up kid, you can't win. Why don't you just go home to your mommy." One of the thugs said, not knowing what he had unleashed. Adun's head snapped up, his eyes gold. <span style='color:red'>I'm going to kill you</span> He said, his fur turning red as he grew larger, letting out a bloodcurdling roar. The thugs didn't have time to blink before his claws were embedded in one of their heads. He whipped around, taking out another andd smashing his head in. The thugs were scared now, hadn't this person just been ready to die? They didn't get time to finish their thoughts on the matter as Adun massacared them, the entire fight not taking more than a minute. He walked away, his fur returning to its normal color, and his eyes getting their natural violet hue back. He fell as he walked, the berserker side calmed, and left him, whatever energy he had leaving his body. "Sorry mom, guess I'm gonna die here." He said to himself, thinking of his friends as sleep overtook him, not knowing if he would wake.
OoC – Here we go: Leuka. As requested. ^^ IC - Leuka stared. How on Ramath-Lehi did she get here? She got wearily to her paws, thanked the innkeeper for her hospitality, mustered up what little money she had into the waiting, podgy hands of said innkeeper, and turned tail. The tall young pendragon had to duck as she walked from the cramped room in which she had been staying. Again… how did she get here? As she took to the street, bag slung over one shoulder and slender hands tucked neatly in her pockets, she asked herself again, then swore loudly, turning a few heads and ignoring them. She watched her feet instead of where she was going, following her feet and attempting to trust them. How. How. Did she get here? Drink? Had she let herself get carried away in Watani and somehow physically been carried here herself? Or had this been her own choice? In the descending night, she continued to question herself and (heaven dreads it) continued to walk. There was a wolfwhistle from a tramp who looked as if he could have been a Vampdragon, but Leuka ignored it. Finally, as the wall of alleyways seemed to close in on her as if demanding her attention, something really did turn her mind from her ridiculously unanswerable question. Blood. Her pace slowed, and she let herself look up, soft eyes rather surprised by the fact that she had walked so far, as if in a trance. Leuka saw a tall young pendragon with bright eyes before her. Was the blood dripping from him? In an agile movement she moved forwards, instinctively showing trusting concern for a complete stranger. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Are you okay? I saw, er… blood."</font>
Adun heard someone call him, looking up. "<span style='color:red'>Who are you?"</span> He asked, getting up and using his sword as a crutch. He looked over the other pendragon, realizing she was a female. <span style='color:red'>"What the heck is a girl like you doing in this part of town?"</span> He said, one of the lights re-ignighting, showing his beaten and battered form, as well as the five dead thugs behind him. It was apparent that he had killed them, their bodies unmoving. <span style='color:red'>"They won't bother anyone else, I made sure of that."</span> He said, feeling dizzy again. He coughed, blood coming out onto his hand. His wounds were apparent, as well as the fact that he wasn't exactly in his best shape.
Again, Leuka felt the undeniable urge to stare. And she did. From the blood that stained the young form of the murderer before her, to the victims, tangled, bleeding and very much dead. She tried to speak, but couldnÂ’t. A hand ran instinctively to her throat, but the words of the killer brought her marginally back to her senses. <font color = #2E8AF1>"A girl likeÂ… me?"</font> It was an odd thing to say in amongst all the carnage, but it was not about the carnage. And that mattered. Besides, Leuka was somewhat angered by the fact that the boy before her looked hardly older than herself. What made him think she couldnÂ’t look after herself? Her plan ran along the lines of avoiding talking about the brutal murders. Then, perhaps, she would find a hesitation in which to run and get help, having the murderer arrested before he turned on another victim. And, Leuka remembered with a shiver, that victim would no doubt be her.
<span style='color:red'>"They attacked me, and they asked for it.</span> He said, noting the fear in her eyes. <span style='color:red'>I'm not going to hurt you, besides, I don't hit first. Never start a fight, always finish it.</span> He said, A tear falling down his cheek. <span style='color:red'>Go on, get the police, get me arrested. </span> He said, seathing his sword and laying against the dumpster, waiting for her to run, just like everyone else.
The staring continued. She took in nothing of his physical appearance – Leuka didn’t care if he was young or tall or attractive or whatever – except the blood. The blood that stained his killing hands, face and clothes, suggesting that the heart that beats within that battle-weary chest was just as intent on killing her as it was the others. Despite the cold shiver of her body, the teenager could not be called a coward. She wouldn’t run unless the circumstances were honorable, but how sure she was that he would do something vile. That he would lash out. He hadn’t answered her question about why he had said “a girl like you". <font color = #2E8AF1>"You’re… not going to hurt me?"</font> She asked uncertainly, inclining her head. <font color = #2E8AF1>"Maybe you… should go to the police."</font>
<span style='color:red'>No, I'm not. I have no reason to.</span> He said, noting how he looked. He really did look like a psycho, covered in blood, his own and others. This girl was nieve, why the heck would he go to the police? To turn himself in? They started the fight, and had hit the one nerve that he would not let go. <span style='color:red'>Go on, run away like everyone else would, I'm just another killer to you.</span>
<font color = #2E8AF1>"ThereÂ’s no need to cry about itÂ…"</font> Leuka couldnÂ’t help but remark, noting the trail of a teardrop that had joined the blood on his cheek. She paused, continuing to look at him (perhaps, she finally realised, this was so she could describe him accurately to the police). She was confident enough now for a wise comment or two; <font color = #2E8AF1>"Yeah, I suppose if you were going to kill me you would have done it by now. But thenÂ… I would have run already if I wanted to. So IÂ’m not going to."</font>
<span style='color:red'>Why, why don't you run?</span> He asked, looking up at her, touching at the edges of her mind. He looked over her again, starting to feel nautious. He quickly stood up and opened the dumpster, hurling whatever was left in his stomach. His strength left him again, letting him fall to the ground, unconcious.
<font color = 2E8AF1>"Because you said you wouldnÂ’t hurt me,"</font> She said quietly, finally (finally) coming to an albeit dangerous decision, <font color = 2E8AF1>"And IÂ…"</font> But he lurched forwards, retching into the dumpster before he collapsed, weak. Leuka only hesitated for a moment. Soon after that hesitation she was down on her knees by his side, prizing the bottle of water from her backpack and pouring a small portion of it over his blood-stained head, leaving the rest for him to drink. For him to drink. The murderer. The murderer she was helping.
Adun woke up again, not bothering to get up. <span style='color:red'>Why did you help me? I'm a killer, I deserve to die.</span> He said, staring her in the face. Fate would not let him escape this life, escape into fronmia and feel no pain. Every time it seemed that fate would let him go, someone came along and through a wrench in the works, and it was always a girl. First tyolt in trilok, Nudek in this same city, and then this newcomer. Why does it seem like someone wants me to live.
<font color = 2E8AF1>"You're right; you deserve death."</font> Leuka said quietly after some thought, avoiding his eyes. Eye for an eye... tooth for a tooth... <font color = 2E8AF1>"But if I let you die then I'll be no better than you."</font>
Adun said nothing and moved against the wall, drawing his legs against his chest. The full impact of what he had just done broke over him, and he broke down, crying. <span style='color:red'>I-I killed them. I didn't need to, all I had to do was knock them out, or run. I let it happen...again. I went out of control, and lost to it again.</span> He said, slamming his fist into the ground, making some cracks in the pavement. <span style='color:red'>Go away, I might lose control again, I don't want anyone else hurt because of it.</span> He said, his mind and body on the point of breaking.
Leuka didnÂ’t have time to realise that she had never stared so much in her life. She silently offered him the half-full bottle of water for him to drink, and watched as he drew up to the wall and tantrumed shakingly. He was crying again. Why hurt if you canÂ’t face the consequences? <font color = #2E8AF1>"IÂ… I think you should get help."</font> She whispered nervously. The mood of this guy was switching on and off, but if she left him to get on with either murdering or personal torment, then she would surely be neglecting her duty as a civilised Ramathian civilian. As mom had said, once upon a time.
<span style='color:red'>I can't. No amount of help can cure me. I can't allow it to be released.</span> Adun said, his tears stopping while he looked up. <span style='color:red'>You see, it wasn't "me" persay, who killed them. I have another side to myself. I have a berserker side, one that comes out when I lose control. And... well, you've already seen what it can do.</span> He said, wondering why he said that. Great, now shes gonna think I'm a mental case
HeÂ’s a mental case she thought to herself truthfully, listening with more interest than fear now to what he was saying. He had calmed down, at least. Leuka looked at him intently, cogs still churning in her mind. <font color = #2E8AF1>"WellÂ… have you ever tried to get help? There are bound to be some people who understand and can fix your condition, like. Somewhere out there."</font>
<span style='color:red'>I have. Thats why I'm able to control it sometimes. It can't be removed from my body, if it is, I will die. That's why I was trying to get out of here and to a deserted place, so that it can't ever hurt anyone again.</span> Adun said, getting up and starting to leave. <span style='color:red'>Thanks for the help</span>
Leuka stood up and watched blankly as the diseased pendragon began to leave. Did he perhaps expect her to whip him round by his shoulder and demand more out of him? Ask him out? Hah! The possibilities were plentiful, but Leuka simply did the thing she had been doing this whole meeting – she watched him. In silence.
Adun stopped, turning around and looking at her. <span style='color:red'>I never got your name.</span> He said, curious as to the name of someone who would actually help him.
