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F-9 Because Today's The Day....

Posted by fly_punkbat_fly on 2008.07.29 at 17:05
"If you go out in the woods today, you're sure for a big surprise! If you got out in the woods today you'd better go in disguise!"

Leading the way through the undergrowth of the forest, Mikey's voice had started off quietly but soon picked up in volume and cheer in an attempt to distract himself from the crackle and rustle of unknown foresty type things. It's a vague hope that he's also managed to distract his companions with his antics which include the gymnastic routines preformed thanks to the occasional low-laying limb.

"For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain, because today's the day --" He cuts himself off momentarily to check on Ari's progress and cast Reeves an overly tired, mischievous grin. "--The teddy bears have their picnic!"


Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 00:29 (UTC) (Link)
The night had been spent lying awake and listening to the noises of the forest. Crickets chirping, owls hooting... it all seemed to mesh together into a dull roar of sound that he could almost swear was driving him completely insane at some points of the night. In the early morning hours he'd finally drifted off to sleep. But only for about an hour before it was time to get moving again. The morning announcements had come far too soon.

Reeves, for his part, isn't doing so well today. He spends more time staring blankly than anything else and the circles under his eyes have grown pretty dark. He does help Ari whenever he can, offering a hand or letting her lean on him.

He snaps out of his tired staring when Mikey looks at him and frowns, bringing a hand to his head. "Could you please stop that?" Someone has a headache.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 00:50 (UTC) (Link)
Ariekne, however, was a relatively simple sleeper. She'd been faced with more than a couple of crazy guys and a possibility of a giant lion or some other enormous forest beast, and she knew that in order to be good at anyone, one had to be well-rested. Despite her shaken faith, she went through with her usual prayers (in Thalassian) and focused, mediated, and slipped off.

And as such, Ariekne slept well, and not only that, but she's actually really getting the hand of the limp. She's only a couple of steps behind Mikey when he looks back, and she smiles at him and waves a dismissing hand at his concern. All of Mikey's antics do, however, suffice to amuse her (unlike Reeves) and despite all the problems, she's in a relatively decent mood.
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 02:09 (UTC) (Link)
Mikey's mouth snaps shut immediately and his lips twist up in embarrassment. "Sorry, Reeves, I'm just a little unnerved out here, you know?"

Like a reticent puppy the teen drifts back towards the other two. "Your head okay?"
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 02:28 (UTC) (Link)
Reeves smiles apologetically, a hand still against his head. It's hard not to get snappish when you haven't slept in days, you know? "I'm fine." He isn't, really. His head is killing him and he's flat out exhausted. But hell if he's going to let on about it anymore than he has to.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 02:31 (UTC) (Link)
The apologies give Ariekne the chance to catch up. She nimbly leaps over a log - talent, with a bad leg! - and smiles at Reeves. "Do you want to sit down? We can rest, if you'd like."
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 02:38 (UTC) (Link)
Hey, look, Mikey's a touchie-feelie guy, okay? So don't be insulted when he flings his arm around Reeves' shoulder and hugs him. "Come on, it's not like we're going anywhere soon, not with all these dead zones."

Letting go he trails his hand down to the cuff of Reeves' shirt and tugs. "Sit, sit."
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 03:12 (UTC) (Link)
"I'm really quite alri-" He's cut off of answering Ari when Mikey flings an arm around him. He flinches. Reeves isn't really a very touchy feely guy.

His head is swimming.

Without thinking, he starts to sit when Mikey tugs and urges him to.

Listen, Mr. Bennington. Listen.


I've been so civil. Like governors and jurors and boyscouts, I've been
civil. Pin me to a wall, take my gun, and shoot me in the forehead, because I am sick of your delusions of peace. It'll be a quicker death than what you're bringing us to.

Are you listening?

tick tock


sit sit.


you're so tired.

"Shut up!" He suddenly spits furiously. Pushing Mikey aside he stands and clutches at his head, as if he can tear Rue out. "Shut up! For f-fucks sake..."
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 03:16 (UTC) (Link)
"Reeves?" Ariekne shifts, hobble forward and reaches out to him before she remembers that she doesn't have any magic to help him out. She pulls back though, and frowns. "Reeves, are you all right?" She mutters something - Thalassian, this time - and looks at Mikey. "Could he be possessed?" She asks in a low, concerned voice, as she reaches for her backpack. "What..should we do?"
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 03:20 (UTC) (Link)

Mikey don't know about no possession but he's been around the Gotham blocks enough times to know that people clutching their heads and swearing at people to shut up -- even if they're swearing at him to shut up -- aren't people he wants to be standing next to.

Unfortunately he also knows who he is and what that obligat-- oh who the hell is he kidding? Obviously Superman's rants have gotten then best of him. "Just back up slowly, Ari."

....Ho daym, where'd he put his motherfuckin' holey head?
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 03:35 (UTC) (Link)
Reeves seems to remember where he is, calming a little and rubbing his face. "I'm fine." It comes out more snappish than it's meant to and he sighs, letting his hands drop.

And then it hits him like a brick. Like a sudden weight on his shoulders. Reeves chokes and doubles over as the icy coldness washes over him. It's like being splashed with freezing water.

His hands slowly flex into fists and he goes down on his knees, fighting to suck in air, fighting something. "Rue." He chokes out, dropping the rest of the way to the ground and shivering there violently.

Don't do this. Don't you... don't you fucking dare.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 03:54 (UTC) (Link)
Ariekne backs up. Slowly. She might get aggro. I mean, she's not meant for combat. Right now, she's even deader weight than usual. She does, however, slip her baseball bat into Mikey's hand. She's clutching her crutch, too. Using it as a weapon might put her in a pretty bad state balance-wise, but being on the floor is better than being dead.
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 04:08 (UTC) (Link)
Mikey might suggest she get her back to a tree then but he's too busy trying to puzzle out what it is that Reeves rues. (Hey, he read his English texts in those stays in the locker back at school, okay?)

The bat is a welcome addition to his flagging arsenal, however, and as he hefts it he nearly giggles hysterically. A Bat with a bat!

"Reeves, sit down slowly and breath, alright? I don't want to hurt you but I will."
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 04:28 (UTC) (Link)
And it's done.

Mr. Reeves Bennington is no longer in this body, but if you'd like to leave a message with an associate...

He starts coughing violently from his place on the floor, unused to air and lungs and living in general. It feels amazing, though, being alive, even when there's nothing to feel but pain. At Mikey's comment, he shakes his head and coughs into his chest. He's grinning, but from this angle, neither of them can tell.

Reeves's bag had fallen next to him when he collapsed. He shuffles through it as he coughs and wheezes. Soon enough, he finds... a bottle of water, which he proceeds to chug.

Come on, come on. He's just a sick guy.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 04:32 (UTC) (Link)
Ariekne doesn't believe it. "Stay there," she says from behind Mikey. "Don't move, Reeves, and don't get anything else out of your bag, or else we might have to incapacitate you." Big words, coming from a little elf with a bad leg and no weapon. She backs up against a tree, so Reeves can't do anything too dangerous, and watches him intently, green eyes glowing, ears straining. "I don't think he's all right, Mikey. I think we should knock him out and wake for him to wake up later."
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 04:48 (UTC) (Link)
"Shit, son, calm down." Mikey's a little surprised first by the suddenness of Reeves apparently taking his advice followed then by Ari's orders and so his comment could be directed to either of them.

The bat is lowered a bit, regulated to one hand as he holds the other out like one would to a dog in need of reassurance. "Sorry about the threats, man, you were freaking the fuck out of us. Still... are. Actually."

He beams a little, the stretch of his lips over his teeth looking more nervous the gleeful. "Wanna maybe do what the lady says? I can get you another bottle of water and then no one's head gets smacked clear off."
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 05:13 (UTC) (Link)
He finishes drinking the water, finally, and gasps, taking in all the air he missed. The bottle is practically empty. He loved the coolness on his throat. He loved how it felt, entering his stomach. These are the little things you miss when you're dead.

"You might," he breathes, wiping the water from his face, "have to incapacitate me?"

He has the same voice, but the accent is different. The twang of the southern French is probably the most obvious, followed by a soft, Midwestern drawl that sneaks in every few words. Rue can try to imitate Reeves, but he can only get so far and he knows it.

Which is why he doesn't bother.

He gives a lopsided grin. "Some friends you were."

And then his hand is diving for the inside of his bag. He grabs the crowbar and tears it out, swinging it at Mikey's knees from his place on the ground.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 05:46 (UTC) (Link)
"Mikey!" Ariekne is shouting words, and her hands are moving, and nothing is happening. Her stomach drops into her knees, and she reaches for her crutch and darts forward. Only there's a small problem.

That problem being her bum leg, you see. Because when she darts, she steps on it, and it crumbles under her. She gets a face full of dirt and rotting leaves, but it doesn't hurt nearly as much as being helpless does. She has no reagents, no magic, and nothing to do, and even her sad attempts to stand up aren't going so well. "Shake it off, Reeves. Fight it!"
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 06:00 (UTC) (Link)
"I didn't say that, I did not once say I'd hit you -- I was as worried for me as for you!" Don't yell at him, it's distracting! Like jerk-his-head-around-and-get-capped distracting. "Crap!"

Belatedly he tries to flip himself backwards and away but instead ends up with his arms folding up underneath him and sending him tumbling in a pile of (very painful) limbs. The un-crowared leg jerks out in an attempt to knock the weapon from his teammate's hand.
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 06:32 (UTC) (Link)
And Reeves does fight. But, in his exhausted state, it has little effect. He's furious. Rue had no right.

The kick hits his arm but he doesn't drop his weapon. He clings to the metal because it's so real, so unlike anything he's experienced in this last year, and he can't let that go now. He ignores the pounding voice in his head that yells at him to stop, and instead jumps to his feet.

With a smooth, professional ease, he flips his grip on the crowbar. He isn't thinking about aiming so much as he's thinking about death. Survival. Revenge.

Sucking air through his teeth, he swings the crowbar down at Mikey's fallen form.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 14:32 (UTC) (Link)
Ariekne is trapped somewhere between horror and shame. She can't sense it, but she knows, from spending so much time in so many places. This isn't Reeves. This is something else.

She struggles to her feet, a little dirty but no worse for the wear, and balances carefully as she shouts magic and still, nothing is happening. It might if she believes, if she keeps trying, even if that tingle in her fingers says no and the lack of that resonating voice says forget it. She's failed. She can't even save one measly human without her magic.

She aims, and with a careful throw, chucks the crutch at Reeves' head.
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 18:53 (UTC) (Link)
They're a mess of a team and Mikey understands, just a little bit now, why Batman prefers to work his streets alone. Teammates will get you killed.

Apparently, literally.

He's already curling his body up, arms lifting over his head and legs pushing out, down under whatever vegetation he can when Reeves cracks the crowbar along his ribs -- and the crowbar isn't the only thing cracking now. Mikey screams through clenched teeth and kicks his foot up spraying dirt, leaves, rocks and a good portion of sod in all directions -- most of it at Ari and her incoming projectile.

This is why you can't have nice things, Mikey Kane.
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-30 19:49 (UTC) (Link)
The crutch connects with his shoulder rather than his head-- perhaps due to the debris Mikey kicked up, or perhaps due to sheer luck (if you can call it that). It hardly slows him down, though. He can't be slowed down. This is his moment.

"Do you like this, Reeves?!" He snaps the crowbar down at Mikey again. His heart is pounding so hard he can feel it in his fingers. "This is me doing your job for you!" Another swing, harder. Sweat crawls down his face. "Reminds you of old times, doesn't it?!"

He goes for the head, now-- never mind that Mikey is trying to cover it. He'll beat through his arms until there's nothing left to save him.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-30 21:00 (UTC) (Link)
"Mikey!" She screams again, and tears are rolling down her face as she's frozen as all of this happens. Her entire body is cold and this is the kind of human she's always been told about. It makes her feel really sick inside, and when she looks at Mikey she sees someone else - a blonde man with luxurious hair. It tightens her fear into resolve and even if it's useless, she'll go down fighting. She pushes off from the tree she's watching this horror from and scoops up the bat and holds it, staring at Reeves over the mess of her friend.

"I'm sorry, Reeves," she says, looking at him with sad eyes and waiting for him to move against her.
Aiden Michael Kane
fly_punkbat_fly at 2008-07-30 21:58 (UTC) (Link)
What screaming there is (and there is screaming) eventually dies down to a low grade moan interspersed with the crack of bones and the sick sound of something hard hitting something that's slowly becoming soft and liquid.

Mikey's arms can't hold their defensive position anymore; they slide away from his head.

The moaning continues on in one flat, horrific tone until the final crunch of bone as his skull gives way then there's only silence.
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-31 02:09 (UTC) (Link)
He might be cackling or he might be coughing-- it's hard to tell. Either way, he continues to beat Mikey even after the boy goes quiet, stopping only when he hears Ariekne's voice.

Very calmly, he raises his eyes and smiles.

"Ariekne," he says. He spreads his arms, holding the crowbar limply in his left hand. It would looking nonthreatening, save for the fact it's drenched in blood. "Put down the bat." About as convincing as Jack Nicholson, right?

Reeves probably hasn't even seen Rue in a state like this before. He's usually such a calm, nice criminal. There's a certain stress involved, being dead and then sort-of-alive and then needing to fight for his survival all over again.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-31 02:29 (UTC) (Link)
"I am not afraid of you." She says, and it's true. Even without her magic, even without the lull of the Naaru to rely on, she has faith and she will not be afraid. When she dies, she'll be all right. And if she can die with Mikey, that'll have to do. It's not fighting Illidan or Kael'thas, but you get what you're given.

"I won't."
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-31 02:43 (UTC) (Link)
He's still panting. He's still smiling.

"Do you want the first shot?" he asks. He takes a step forward, shifting the crowbar to his right hand. "Do you want to bash your friend Reeves's brains in? I'll give you a chance."

He lowers his voice, imitating a British accent. "Go on."

Reeves is just going to make a renewed effort to regain control again now. For fucks sake just kill her.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-31 03:03 (UTC) (Link)
"Reeves deserves better than you." She says. She narrows her eyes and tries to rebalance her weight. "Thanks, too."

She swings for Reeves head as hard as she can. Hard enough to unbalance herself, and she hits the ground regardless of what happens to Reeves. There's no times to get back up. She clutches the bat in one hand and uses the other to sit up.

"I'm ready."
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-31 03:22 (UTC) (Link)
He's expecting a blow, and so he ducks under, the bat just nearly missing the top of his head. It's enough to send him off balance too, but he's a fighter and he wants to win. He will win.

His heart skips a beat. Reeves is fighting.

He shudders and then steps over to Ariekne, clutching the crowbar so tight his knuckles are white. Reeves, you aren't getting in. He's finishing this first.

"I hope you are," he replies, voice wavering. With that, he lurches forward, swinging the bar at the side of her head.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-31 03:49 (UTC) (Link)
"Come on, Reeves." She shifts, narrowly, rolling around in the dirt to avoid being made a mess of elf on the floor. This is not going to work for long, though, and she swings the bat at his knees, trying to get him down to his level. She's not running on much more than etermination and vengeance, though right now, it'll have to do. "Fight it."
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-31 04:13 (UTC) (Link)
The bat connects with his calf, sending him tumbling down to the ground. He moves quickly, though, dropping his crowbar and rolling onto Ariekne. With the weapon down, he can use both hands to try to wrestle the bat out of her grip. He digs his knees deep into her stomach as he struggles for it, pressing down into her with his full weight.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-31 04:21 (UTC) (Link)
Ariekne may be determined, but she's still thin and built for magic. With one strong jerk, Reeves can yank from the bat for her. Not to mention the fact that she isn't built for being wrestled with. Her ribs aren't breaking, but Reeves is knocking the air out of her, and the struggle isn't helping.

So what does she do? She does what any sensible girl would do. She claws at his face. She has nice nails.
Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-31 05:08 (UTC) (Link)
And he does yank the bat from her, doing his best to ignore the clawing and scratching at his face. With one hand, he grabs her neck. He tries to pin her head there, pushing her harder into the ground.

With the other, he raises the baseball bat. Ready? Aim?

(This is where anyone else would have a witty one-liner, but no, not Rue. He just laughs, uneven and hysterical. Isn't that a comfort?)

He slams the bat down on her face.
holystarstrike at 2008-07-31 05:12 (UTC) (Link)

Reeves Bennington
mr_bennington at 2008-07-31 05:39 (UTC) (Link)
There's a sensation, like energy being sucked back into some deep, dark corner, along with a rushing sound in his ears.


Reeves blinks suddenly, still poised over Ariekne with the bloodied bat drawn back, ready to be brought down again. He chokes and drops it, scrambling off of her, only to have his limbs give out on him. Sprawled beside her, he just breathes for a few seconds, watching what he can see of the sky through the trees.

"Fuck you." He finally speaks, hoarsely, slowly standing up. It escalates until he's screaming obscenities at the forest. But there's no response, inside or out.

He also discovers that punching a tree is a bad idea.

Reeves slumps back against said tree, sucking on split knuckles for a moment as he looks at Mikey and Ariekne's bodies tiredly. He'd of had to kill them soon anyway. There was no getting these collars off. Time was running out.

Maybe Rue was right.

Suddenly, his legs give and he slides down the tree, his eyes slipping shut.

See you on day five.
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