Nothing to Fear }{ A vs J

[Moderator Kai]

Atticus' head was thrown back as the guy punched him in the nose. He gulped hard as he felt blood start pouring from his nostrils. 'He probably fucking broke my nose.' Atticus thought as his eyes were still closed.

Before he knew it his wrist was on fire. "God damn!" He yelled, blood flying from his lips. The blood from his nose was now running all down his face. Atticus opened his eyes, a little woozy. He tried to concentrate on the words the masked man said. "D, the fucking answer is D." He managed to mutter. He had known that one from English class. Riddles, why did they have to be riddles?

[jace]

Joek stood up, looking the boy over. "You don't look so well... Where's that fire!" He laughed. Actually throatfully laughed at the blood spewing down his face. If there was any question that the one holdin him was insane? It was answered now. He damn near skipped to be behind Atticus.

"Very.... Very.... Good. Oh... Yes. You play magnificently. And for that." He reached down, wiggling the knife free gently. "You get one leg back. Like hangman... But not."

He took another deep breath, still chuckling slightly. "Alright... Next up... I'll fly in a sigh. Drain me dry you die. What... Am I?"

[Moderator Kai]

Atticus shook his head, trying to regain some sense of power. He wouldn't be defeated by this psycho. He winced as a knife was removed from his leg. "Shit." He sputtered, blood still sent flying as he spoke. What was the answer to this next one? His head was so cloudy right now it was hard to concentrate.

"Is it a cigarette?" He asked, leaning up. Atticus was breathing heavy now. He still had fight in him though. He could win.

[jace]

Jace made a noticeable grunt from in front of Atticus... "Lucky guess..." He stepped forward, wiggling the blade from his leg, not quite as gently as the last one.

"The more you have, the more you want. When you've had all you want, you die. What is it?"

[Moderator Kai]

Atticus winced as the knife was removed from his leg. "I'm going to fucking rip you apart when I get out of here." He snarled not even listening to the masked mans question. "You better kill me here, if you don't I'll figure out who you are and rip your fucking throat out." Atticus wiped his face off on his shoulder, smearing the blood on his face even more.

[jace]

"Now didn't I already warn you about being rude? For that, I am giving you a flag... Penalty..." He gave a sigh, slamming the blade into the leg again, in a higher spot. "Oh shhhhh it doesn't huuurt." He pressed a hand over the blood stained boy, keeping his sounds muffled. He thought he heard someone outside...

He let the boy go, letting him grapple with the pain for a moment. He wiped his hand on his jacket, looking at the door.

knock knock knock

Oh no...

He stepped toward the door. They obviously knew they were in here. He'd have to turn them away....

He opened the door... To himself.

"What the?" the clone stuttered, taking a step back.

Now this just couldn't be? How in the hell were there two of him? Joek was one of a kind. He was him. This wasn't... There could only be one. One monster. Not two.

"Wh-Who are you? Are you Ryel?"

Ryel? What a stupid name... So he figured he'd just take a step forward. Really get to know this guy... He wondered if he was the same inside as he was outside... Could be fun...

First of all though, he was curious about what a game against himself would be like! How fun! He'd need to capture the boy. So quick as he could, he took another step forward and grabbed the boy, yanking him until they were nose to nose.

"Me? Nooooo. My name. Is Joek... And youuuu... are me... That just can't be left to chance, now can it?"

The look on that boy's face while Joek poured the toxin in was priceless... He'd spend a few minutes in the mirror later trying to mimic it. They were perfect clones after all.

He wasn't expecting, as he should have, the boy kicking him in the chest and sending him back into the shed.

It was at this point that Joek stood back up and saw that there was not only another of him... But another Atticus as well... With some girl! He stood up, ready to slit them all... But before he'd even made it back out the door, they were gone... Vanished...

Joek stepped back into the shed, closing the door behind him.

"Well... It seemed Atticus was going to have a harder time figuring out who was behind the mask now... Jace had just been taken down in front of him... That'll need some talking later.

"Well Mr. Fear boy... Where were we? Oh yes... The more you have, the more you want, when you've had enough, you die. What is it?"

[Moderator Kai]

Another scream as the knife went into his leg again. The loss of blood was making him dizzy, how much longer would he be able to stay awake? He perked up at the knocking on the door. "Help!"

'Jace?' Atticus asked himself as he watch the masked person open the door. What the hell was he doing out here...and why was he asking for Ryel? Who is Ryel? "Jace help he's cra..." His words stopped in mid-sentence as he saw another person. He must have been just fucked up from the blood loss because he could have sworn he had seen...himself.

"What the hell is going on?" He managed to get out as Jace kicked 'Joek' down on the ground. That's when he felt it. Fear. The visitors were scared out their minds. A smile formed on his face as he felt his body powering up. With a grunt he ripped apart the bindings on his hands, though he quickly put them back where they were. He might get out of this alive after all.

The smirk stayed on his face after Jace and his friends left and Joek was now asking him questions again. "Like I said, the answer is fuck you!" He quickly took his free hand and aimed it directly at the guys sternum, hopefully hard enough to knock him down for some time.

[Signal]

Joek's eyes widened at the hit, flying backwards and crumpling over. That.... Hurt... "Thats... Thats cheating Atticus... Bad... Bad... Not good." He stood back up, the knife in hand. "What's too bad is you can't run with those legs like that... And the ones who... Who filled you have vanished... No fear to replenish you..." He wheezed slightly, the pain was fading though. Nothing broken. "Alright now... You... get to live... you win..." He suddenly didn't feel like playing any more.

He held up his knife. "Good game..." He ran forward, grabbing hold of Atticus's throat, pouring all the toxin he had left. "Night... Night..."