Dramatic Death Scenes!

hm...i think i already added inque somewhere in here....

Robin
My blood ran cold, and I wondered if maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Fear crossed my face for a moment, before it turned back into certainty and trust. I shrugged, eying the extended staff, then her face "Alright then"

Inque
I could do it, couldn't I? Just him. No one to stop me. I take a pained breath, such a war going on within me. My eyes go blank suddenly. I hide my face in my hair. "Tim....get out of here," i mumble.

Robin
"No. I trust you, Inque. Please don't prove me wrong" I said softly

Inque
I take another breath, shaky. I use the staff as support, carefully rising and leaning against the wall, my face still hidden from him. "Tim. Leave," i say a bit more harsher, as loud as i could manage with my hoarse voice.

Robin
I shake my head, standing when she did "You're hurt, I'm not going to just leave you" I said, slowly walking towards her, with the intent of helping her walk

Inque
Anger flashes through me, a spark to gasoline. Pain forgotten, if just for now. I push him back, standing with his staff between us. "Go. Get out. Leave, you stupid bird! I don't need you. I don't need /anyone/!" I've been alone, all my life. Why should that change now? Why should /I/ change for the amusement of him. I'm probably just some puzzle to him that needs sorting. The picture to him will yield some sort of light. But I'm black. I'm pitch black.

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Winter Dragon wrote:Peter
"Um, okay then?" I half-asked, half-agreed.

*coughs politely*))

xD so small compared to your norm, i didn't even see it!

Asylum
I giggle and jump giddy, chapping excited. "Why're you here?" I ask again, a grin on my face.

((Lol, it's okay xD))

Peter
"You want the truth?" I asked. "I was running away from a group of cultists who want to kill me."
Hey, she seemed crazy enough. Maybe she'd accept the crazy reality.

Asylum
I try and keep a serious face. Not possible. I giggle. I laugh. "That's...that's so /silly/!"

Robin
"That's not true, Chelsea. Nobody can go on totally alone. Especially when they've gone through all that you have" I said quietly, taking another step closer "I'm not your enemy. I'm your friend. I just want to help"

Peter
"Call it what you will," I said with a shrug. "They're really dangerous, though. Not to be messed with. Which is partly why I mess with them."
Why was I telling her this?

Inque
"I. Don't. Want it." I grit my teeth, glaring, all of my anger showing. "One last chance, Tim. Get out of here," I say, my voice shaky with emotions that I can't sort through.

Asylum
"I'm dangerous too. Does that mean you'll mess with me?" I ask with a smirk.

Peter
"No," I told her. "It's their purpose that I'm against."

Asylum
I make a distasteful face. "Not what you said...." I narrow my eyes at him, flooding him with guilt for it.

Robin
"One more chance before what?" I swallowed hard "You kill me? Because I'm not sure you would" That was a bluff. I wasn't an idiot, of course. I knew that she very well could kill me, but I was willing to take that risk

Peter
"W-well, I mean," I stammered, suddenly feeling guilty. Why, I didn't know. But I just felt...really bad. "I-I said that...that the f-fact that they're dangerous i-is partly w-why I messed with them...I...I mean..." I looked at my hands. "They have a d-dangerous purpose...which is w-why I'm against them...and...and why they want t-to kill me..."

Inque
"Shut up," i hiss. My body's numb from the anger, but i feel tears track down my face. "You effing birds. Never learn." I make for a quick jab to his stomach with his staff. I glance at my arm, all of my doodles, and then i have a gun in my hand, pointed at him. My mind screaming against my power. It hurts so damn much...

Asylum
"Kill you?" I muse. Sounds like a good idea to me. He was getting rather boring. Guilt turns to depression, thick and endless. "Do you want to die?"

Robin
The staff hit my gut- hard- and I dropped to one knee. I didn't bother to rise though, looking up at her, my eyes still wide and trusting. Part of my still believed she wouldn't go through with this, not Chelsea, not... not the girl I had... had fallen for... she was good, no matter /what/ she said.

Inque
I meet his eyes for a second. His showing trust...love, even. Me? I didn't know. I just knew I was crying. But a gun....it's so fast... one of the reasons the Joker rarely used one.
I level the gun, shoot out his knee so he can't get away as a slow smile comes to my lips. "Trust me now, Robin? Maybe I should call you a Dodo, because you certainly seem idiotic enough to run off a cliff." Giggles bubble up, quiet and pained but they're there. They aren't faked or forced, they aren't uncontrolled like back at Arkham.

Robin
I yelled out in pain, agony shooting up my leg. Blood quickly soaked through my pant leg, and started to pool on the floor as I fell sideways, clutching my leg. Fear flashed through my eyes, the honest to goodness fear of death. But I wasn't going to give up on her... I couldn't give up on her... even when her laughter sent a new wave of fear through me. But I managed to get into a sitting position again, looking back up at her, meeting her eyes.

Peter
Oh gods...oh gods...I...
NO, a firm voice stated in my mind. NO YOU DON'T.
B-but...but I...
PETER ARKAN, IF YOU TAKE YOUR OWN LIFE, I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU. I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT I WILL.
But...I...I just can't...
STOP GIVING ME 'BUT'S! THINK. THINK ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT'S IMPORTANT TO YOU. THINK, YOU IDIOT!
I couldn't even bring myself to do that...so she did it for me. She filled my mind with pictures, images of Senet, Sarah, Nike...Izzy, Karin, Elizabeth...my mom, my dad, my two older sisters...
Would they want to see you gone? Sesria asked, much more quietly. Think about how much it would crush them. Would you want to fill them with that pain? Think about how heartbroken they would be... And think about me! Because if you go, so do I. And think about how you're making me feel! It's killing me to see you like this, to hear those thoughts... Please... Don't do it... If it were possible, it sounded like she was starting to cry. Please...don't...
I turned to the girl.
"No," I told her, my voice soft.

Inque
I walk over to him slowly, my eyes on his so he saw everything. I...didn't care anymore...
I take his staff like a baseball bat. "That's a better face for the birdy." I giggle out, swinging across, hitting him up side of his head.

Asylum
Almost. /Almost/. And then something stopped him. "Not playing fair." My smile disappears again, i flood his mind with pain again. "You. Want. To. Die. I can sense it. Just then. What stopped you?!"

Peter
"Augh!" I shouted in pain, gripping my head again. "I...I..." The words. I couldn't find the words. My head swam. "There are...there are people who...who need me. Who care... I have to...have to stay around...for them..."