Survival Of The Fittest

Mariavel felt her heart race as she descended the steps and made her way to the room that Seth told her about. She had to stop to think before continuing her way downstairs. Was it alright to leave him there? Was it okay just to lock herself up and wait to be rescued? Was any of this shit okay?! No… it was wrong. Everything was so fucked up! She hated it! Lest did she know what would come at her now however, and she couldn't fathom what she was about to do. If she had, she would have locked herself up and thrown away the key.

((Continued from Pale Shelter))

Nich stepped out into the hallway, and immediately got the greatest feeling of vulnerability and adrenaline he'd ever had in his life. This was heightened the moment he noticed the girl. Down the hallway, just there for a second as she slipped through an adjacent door, he saw a young woman in a brown jacket carrying an axe similar to his. Had she seen him? No, it didn't look like it.

Ok, sex-driven logic time. This involved jumping to whatever conclusion that would get him some tail. He'd done this many times, albeit never with stakes this high. All this he was deliberating as he jogged as silently as he could towards the door the girl had exited through.

'Ok, she's alive. So the other person's either dead or can't chase after her. So the guys are safe then, right? She's not carrying a gun in her hand...is it in the jacket? No, if she was scared why wouldn't she be holding the gun in her hand...so maybe the gun was her weapon and she shot the other person to get the axe...so why did she scream? Self-defence? Is she out of ammo, then, since she's not carrying the gun on her? No, she would anyway. It would help. So she doesn't have the gun. Maybe the other person had the gun and she didn't bother to pick it up.'

He arrived at the door. Stairs, it said. He wanted it. He wouldn't kill her, just have some fun and take her stuff. What were the odds of her surviving anyway? Swainson and Foreman would be just fine; he'd come back and they could just go back to holing up here. If she liked it, she could come along too for some more fun. Why the hell not?

"Only a broad," he mumbled, grunting as he kicked the door open fiercely.

Mariavel waited. She wanted to wait here for Seth. She didn't want to go and keep herself locked up. She was no coward. But…. She was defiantly scared. The true nature of the game had finally come down on her like a ton of bricks. She could have easily been killed back there. Walter would have killed her. She knew she had no chance. Hell, Tanesha Lexx could have killed her too when they fought. And if she had slipped up during her bought with Jaime Dibenidetti, she could have been killed there as well. In her confrontation with Jin Li-Jen, he could have killed her. And at the church, Adam Amato could have shot her. In all her experiences on the island, she had been close to death numerous times. She'd never realized just how close till now though.

She sighed and was about to make her way down the stairs and look for the room Seth mentioned until she heard a multitude of gunshots coming from behind her. She was right. He was still alive. Suddenly, the door to the staircase slammed open behind her and she heard footsteps walk in. She turned sharply, Tomahawk at the ready, and looked to her new guest. It was a boy. He held an axe as well. He sneered down at her (she had descended a few steps) and she tensed up. Seth had his fight, perhaps this was hers.

"Who are you? What do you want? I'm busy." She questioned the long-haired youth. He seemed…. Almost feral in a way. The look in his eyes reminded her of Walter, and it scared her a little.

The gunshots went unnoticed to Nich, having just kicked the door open with a loud crack, two actually, as the door hit the wall. He smiled as he laid eyes upon the buxom blonde girl. He liked what he saw. To his surprise, she wasn't even startled by his clamorous entrance; for all she knew, he could've very well been the one she was trying to escape from. His mind far away from all reason at the moment, Nich didn't even try to figure it out.

"Who are you? What do you want? I'm busy," she said.

'You're about to see busy in a whole new light.' Nich decided not to voice this comment, mostly because the general message was being conveyed just below his belt. He didn't bother to adjust the hard form jutting at an odd angle downward; she would definitely see it. Nich didn't want to make this ugly, but it was hard to restrain himself from just pouncing on her. God, he was so horny...

"Business before pleasure," he replied instead to her final comment, nodding and licking the left corner of his mouth subtly as he looked her over. Now he was getting shivers down his spine, as he sometimes did when he was particularly excited and ready for the proverbial kill. Never under these circumstances, but...but then again, didn't the broader circumstances cancel these ones out? He edged closer to her, hefting his axe and biting his lip. He doubted she could defend herself properly with that tomohawk; chicks weren't good with these situations.

"TCB," he chortled. Now he was just mocking her. So fucking what if she was busy. Who did she think she was? This was one of those bitches that could use a good screw just to sort them out. He'd always wanted to.

The boy didn't even introduce himself. He looked her over like she was some sort of product and out of the corner of her eye she could see the bulging in his pants. Another one of those disgusting perverts. She cursed under her breath, scoffed at him and raised the Tomahawk to a defensive position, incase he swung his own axe at her. She reached with her free hand (the left one) to the pocket where the Tanto resided, but decided not to use it yet. He probably didn't even know it was there.

He slowly advanced on her and taunted her, that same look that Walter had gracing his features. He grinned from ear to ear as he advanced and she backed down the stairs slowly, being sure to keep her footing. She made it down to the next landing (the one in-between the 2nd floor and the 1st floor) and her butt touched the wall. He continued to advance and she decided to finally take matters into her own hands.

"Back off, you asshole!" She screamed and used her left hand to slap him hard across the face. The smack connected, earning a loud ‘Whap' and leaving her handprint across his right cheek. She had moved forward to smack him, so she backed up and took a swing at him, aiming the axe for his skull. This boy didn't know what kind of girl he was messing with. It's time someone was taught some respect.

Nich felt the bitch's hand connect with his cheek; he hadn't been fast enough to avoid it. It stung a bit, but at the same time just excited him all the more, thinking about how he would pay her back. This bitch was going to get it hard, fuckin' diamond hard. Nich was still having a good time, and expressed this by sticking out his tongue and licking the air suggestively. He enjoyed using his tongue during sex, as she would soon find out.

He was caught off-guard for a moment as she swung at his head with her tomohawk; it seemed she was serious after all. Dead serious. Nich was forced to defend himself, grabbing at her wrist with his free hand as it came towards him. He was confident enough that he could overpower her, but he would have to get that fucking hatchet away from her first. Then she would submit. It was a constant in nature. Wear down their defences and chicks are helpless, mentally and physically.

~~~

"Mmm, damn baby. Come on."

"Nnnnich..." she moaned his name in protest. A sure sign of things to come.

"Relax, baby." Nich trailed his tongue up along her neck, breathing heavily. She liked it, it showed.

"Nich, nooo..." she half-heartedly struggled as he unbuttoned her blouse. He giggled in response. She was feeling the drunken loss of inhibition just as much as he was. The monotonous rhythm of some R&B shit pulsed through the room. The entire residence did. Phil's house. Big keg party. Makeshift keg. What-the-fuckin' ever. Nich hated the entire genre, especially the vocals, but it was a proven catalyst in nearly any chick's motor. Of course, she wasn't used to having this much to drink, anyway. She was Catholic. Even wore her uniform to the party. Her and her two friends. Nich was no psychology major, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that years of sexual repression were like sticking a cork in your ass when you had to take a shit. Strong imagery, but valid.

"I said, relax." There was a firmness in his tone, but he made sure not to overdo it. Last thing he needed was to kill the mood. Nich went to work unbuttoning her blouse, glancing at the bedroom door once to make sure he'd locked it. Right, he had. Things were a little fuzzy, but he was still in control. His guidance counsellor had always told him he had natural leadership skills. Was this what she'd meant?

"Probably not."

"Huh--?"

"Nothing." He had made short work of her shirt and was now sliding his tongue between her small breasts. They smelled particularly good, and subconciously his free hand began creeping up her skirt. She made no effort to stop him this time.

~~~

Nich's next course of action was obvious. He would take the wrist and slam it against the wall behind her, disarming and effectively pinning her. From there, he would be able to breathe easy and use his vast imagination.

Mariavel was caught off guard when he grabbed her wrist, effectively stopping her swing. This same thing happened when she fought Walter. And that battle didn't end in her favor. She needed a plan, and fast. He slammed her against the wall, and she knew what he had planned for her. No way was that happening again. No fucking way! He body struggled to push his body off of her, she only needed a bit of wiggle room, and then she had him.

"Get, OFF!" she screamed as she finally got the amount of room she needed, she kneed him in the genitals and used her free hand to unsheathe her Tanto while he was catching his breath. She slashed the wrist that held her arm to the wall with the blade, but it only made a flesh wound. She pushed him back, hoping to get him on his back and finish him for good. He stumbled backwards and she went to tackle him down, wanting this over with.

"Don't mess with me!"

To be honest, Nich really could have gone without that generous kick to the junk. He gurgled in discomfort, that familiar pulsing flare confirming that her knee had been on target. He wanted to belt obscenities into her face but coming up short of breath. Next thing he knew, she'd pulled out a hidden knife from the jacket pocket and slashed him on the wrist. His fingers shot straight out against his will and he released his grip on her, turning his arm towards him to see the wound out of reflex. It stung like shit, but it wasn't severe. Besides, she could probably have cut off his hand and it wouldn't have distracted him from the pain in his testicles.

He slouched over and wheezed for the two seconds he was on his feet. The bitch threw her weight into it as she pushed him, and as he misplaced a step backwards he tripped and fell, landing hard on his back and dropping his axe. He heard it clatter on the floor. Had he bruised his spine? There was no time to check, seeing as she was already upon him, a weapon in each hand. Being no stranger to the occasional scuffle, Nich's reaction was to grasp her arms, throw his foot into her chest, and heave her over himself in a kind of judo flip. He couldn't see, but he hoped she landed on the stairs, the fuckin' bitch.

Mariavel grinned when she heard the ‘oomph' that the boy made when her shoulder hit him square in the stomach. They both went falling to the ground, her on top of him, and he falling to his back. She smiled as she fell, but then realized how vulnerable she was! She tried to twist away as they fell, but he grabbed her arms too quickly. She grunted as he pushed his foot into her stomach and used it to flip her over his head. She fell to her back, and heard a ‘snap'. She probably fractured something, it might've been her elbow because it hurt a lot, but she wasn't sure.

She had landed directly behind him, and when she hit the ground she had dropped the Tomahawk and the Tanto. The tomahawk slid down the staircase while the Tanto slid a few feet away from her hand. She grunted as she tried to pull her arms away from him, but it was useless.

Nich got to his feet as quick as he could, looking once more at his bleeding wrist and then to the girl. She was no longer holding either of her weapons, and he could tell by the wet snap when she'd landed and the way she was favoring her arm that she'd landed pretty badly. Was he taking this too fa--

'Naww...'

He felt relieved that the threat on his life had passed, and now he'd become so worked up from the scuffle that he was packing a steel hard-on. He didn't smirk as he approached her this time, instead wearing a look that said "I'm fed up with this shit."

"TCB," he mumbled, grunting as he pulled her up from behind by her armpits, being sure to grope at her breasts while he did so. He'd risked life and limb for some tail, and now it was time to reap the benefits. To be honest, part of him was feeling the self-disgust of actually raping someone; sure, he'd thought about it once or twice, but he never thought he'd actually go through with it. But there was a heavier side that told him to get on with it. He'd come this far. What was he going to do, leave the spoils for some other asshole to take? He'd earned this. They were all going to die anyway. His starving libido chimed in with the latter viewpoint, and he was easily won over.

He gripped her tightly, convinced he was ready for any nasty tricks she had. He'd never provoked self-defence out of a woman before, but he knew. She would bite, scratch, try to kick him in the balls...again...

Nich slung one arm around her neck, poking his head beside her and running his tongue up the side of her neck until it reached her cheek. The smell and taste invigorated him, and he struggled to reach his hand down the front of her pants. He wondered what kind of underwear was she wearing. Experience told him that this was the final defence, the panties. Then she would be enjoying it too much to stop him. Chicks were so predictable.

"Come here, you..." he grunted, but it was hard to tell if he was addressing her or her crotch.

The boy grabbed her quickly, and pulled her up to her feet by her armpits. He grabbed her breasts and she began to struggle, her arms and legs swinging, attempting to get him off but to no avail. She felt his hard-on poking her in the butt and it infuriated her. How many times are people going to try and rape her?! What the fuck did she do to deserve THIS?! Goddamnit!

He wrapped one arm around her chest while the other wound around her head. He began to lick her neck, from the collar to the cheekbone. She shivered in disgust and turned her head away. The hand around her chest slowly made it's way down her body and rested on her jeans' button. Oh hell no! She thought for a moment before deciding, and she had no choice but to go through with this.

She twisted her body forcefully in his grasp, his grip loosening a bit. She grabbed onto his face with one hand and shoved the middle and pointer finger of the other into his right eye all the way to the second knuckle. Her elbow made it hard for her to push it in though. The scream the boy let loose was piercing and he pretty much threw her from his body. This was her chance, he was right in front of the stairs! She roundhouse kicked him in the gut, sending him back and teetering on the edge of the stairs. She then delivered a crushing kick to his chin, sending his body tumbling down the stairs. She turned and ran to the Tanto, picking it up and bounding down the stairs.

She jumped onto the boy's stomach, straddling his body and holding the Tanto for him to see, a playful twinkle in her eyes and a fallen angel's smile on her lips. She proceeded to slash at him with the blade, hitting his face, arms, chest, and entire upper body. When she finally finished, he was now almost unrecognizable. She grinned at him with that same smile and watched him whimper in pain.

She managed to get a fistful of the hair on the side of his head, impeding his wandering tongue. His hand still worked furiously at the button on her jeans, and now that she'd stopped thrashing to grab his head it was no task to overcome the obstacle. The dumb bitch actually thought that she could make any use of pulling his hair. In fact, she wasn't even giving it any effort. Maybe she'd already changed her mind.

He slid his hand swiftly down her belly, which was so warm and inviting it gave him goosebumps, and pressed against it to make a gap between her skin and her underwear. "In we go," he mumbled in her ear as he reached his hand down to her sex and penetrated his eye with her middle finger--

"Nnnnrg...AAAAIIIHHH!" The bitch firmly dug her finger into his eyeball, pushing it back until the socket denied it any retreat, at which point it pierced the membrane. Fluid spilled out down his cheek and the last thing he saw out of his right eye was a series of triangular patterns and flashing light. He could feel the digit inside his head, squirming and ripping tissue. He'd never felt anything quite like it.

Now he wanted out. Now he was lamenting even leaving the fucking hotel room. He overcame the shock enough to throw his hands up to his head, releasing his grip on her and scratching his scalp with his fingers as he backed away. His other eye suinted shut from the pain and he bellowed obscenities at her, unable to grasp a suitable word to describe his anguish.

He felt an impact in his stomach (did it matter what it was?) and a lack of support at his heels. Instinctively he tried to compensate to retain his balance, but this was impossible seeing as that rotten cunt had decided to occupy the space where his chin was headed with her toe. Nich tumbled down the stairs with the realization that he'd been teetering on the summit of them just barely in his mind. He wanged his head off of two of them, but he lost count after one. Yet, because someone up there really truly hated him (her, actually), he was conscious at the foot of the staircase. Oh, why.

Boom, boom, boom, thud. She tore down the stairs and was upon him. He cracked open his remaining eye as he felt her weight on his stomach, and he saw her smile mischeviously, dangling the knife over him like the scythe of sister death. As last looks go, he could have done a lot worse. But was she worth it? No.

"Hell no--" he gurgled, interrupted by the frenzy of slashing and cutting as he drifted out of consciousness.

'F-fuckin'...

....

...b...b-bitch....'

B10 - NICH FINLAYSON: DEAD

Mariavel looked pleasingly at the gore before her. The boy's breathing slowly lessened until there was no breathing at all. He bled to death. How boring, she just started having fun. She wanted to enjoy it more, but there was no point getting mad about it. It's not like she could bring him back to life just to kill him moments later. She sighed and stood. She noticed that her cloths (including Seth's jacket,) were covered in the blood of the boy. She frowned and looked at the dead body. She scowled when she thought that that boy was so close to raping her. She noticed that, even in death, the boy was still hard. She scoffed and kicked him square in the genitals. There was a ‘squish' sound and she knew that she'd successfully crushed his manhood. She smiled at that and turned around to look for her old and new weapon.

She walked up a few steps and retrieved the Tomahawk. The weapon hadn't failed her yet, and for that she was thankful. She got a very good weapon for the draw. She was just lucky. She walked up a few more steps after tucking it in the back of her jeans and sheathing the tanto. She picked up the Handaxe. Very nice. It would be useful in the future she was sure. She went to her pack (she'd left it on the previous landing) and tucked the new axe in, taking a bottle of water out. She tooka few sips and uses some of the water to wash her face. She dried it with her gym shirt (why was it even in there? They left it?) and put the water away. She shouldered her pack and made her way down the stairs, making sure to not step on the bloodied body of Nich Finlayson on her way out.


OOC: Mariavel continued – Checking in.