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Book XI: Chapter XVI I turned in time to find Devin Sutter's heel in my jawbone. Which was very unlike Sutter to do. Having watched many of Sutter's fights underground at the Asylum, I knew that he was not the type to approach someone like that, and just kick them with such a lame kick. I rolled aside and to my knees, wiping a slight drip of blood from the corner of my mouth. I turned back in time to see a second boot moving towards my face. I dodged and regained my footing quickly enough to notice that it wasn't Sutter, but Lax. And Lax was the type of person to charge in recklessesly. He turned on his heel, and came towards me readying a clothesline, which I easily ducked and countered into a german suplex. I was back to my feet before he reached a knee, and I just smiled. I turned my head to the side and spit out a filling, and when I turned back Lax's shoulder railed hard into my sternum. I found myself being forced backwards until I slammed hard into one of the empty cells. The stench of the two dead bodies had began to permeate the air in the murky basement. The flicker of the flourescent lights began to drown out everything, the loud buzzing being the only thing I could even hear as the world began to blur. Lax's fists were piledriving my stomach at this point, but I couldn't even feel it as my head wandered through a daze. A right hook came from nowhere to bring me out of the fog, and back downstairs to Alice's. I regained rational thought as my face hit the cold concrete. Lax perched a foot upon the small of my back and began laughing. He didn't laugh long as I roled from beneath him, and back to a knee. As he reached his own knee I launched myself forward and contacted my shoulder with the bridge of his nose. Blood sprayed everywhere. He screamed only momentarily in pain, as he stood slowly. I wiped some sweat from my forehead when I heard something from behind me. It sounded like... *CRACK* *SMACK* The small of my back was impaled by the knee of Sutter, as he wrenched my arms back, and just like that I found my face and chest hitting the concrete again. this time my forehead took a clean bounce, breaking skin, and pouring forth some of the blood conatined within my veins. Sutter grabbed my arms, and stood me up. My eyes opened groggily to see two images of Lax moving towards me for a devastating punch. *THUD* The knuckles hit square into my cheekbone, once, twice, three times, again, and again. I have no idea how long they beat my face, but after however long it was I felt my hair being ripped back by Sutter. "We play by MY RULES down here kid!" he said to me bringing me to enough conciousness to see Lax lunging forth with another strike.I clenched my jaw, and prepared my already tiring body for the blow. But it never came, because someone or something tackled Lax and sent him sprawling to the side. It was the first opening I had, and the only one I needed as I felt Sutter's grip loosen just slightly. I spun out of the armlock, and smashed the cartilage of his nose into his face and watched as he bled. As he began to drop to the floor, I wrapped two fingers around the man's adam's apple, and ripped it through his neck. I tossed the muscle aside as he choked, gagged, and fought for air that would never arrive. I stood over him for a moment before my mind took over again, and I turned to find Lax nothing more than a crumpled mess of blood, and some bones. His skin looked like it had been mostly torn off, and some of the bones lookes as though the muscle was sucked right off. Some were still dripping with saliva. |Interview with a Madman... Pt. V| |
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