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Shattered Buildings and Stolen Shoes

Ernie's blood ran cold when he heard the muted 'FWUMP' on the couch behind them. He spun around and saw Allison, not bothering to warn his teammates before he charged at the opponent with a battle cry. Hopefully they'd follow through with the first plan and get Sophia to the safe point.

The blade. As far as Ernie knew there was only one person on Team 3 that could summon a giant knife, only one person who could have possibly cleaved through the building and endangered his team's lives so recklessly. A small train of thought pointed out that Allison's knife looked different from the one he'd seen on the top floor but it was quickly derailed by the rage that seared through him. One part of him demanded payback. Another part, the cold, logical one, reminded him to protect his advantage.

He ran with the table leg, his improvised weapon, raised high above his head in a one-handed grip for a diagonal downward blow, yelling all the way to her.

[i][color=8A3DFF]Jesus fucking Christ.[/color][/i] was the first thought to come to Emma's mind when she wheeled around to see Ernie charging down Allison. [i][color=8A3DFF]We're supposed to be friends, aren't we?[/color][/i] was the next. This whole 'game' was a complete trainwreck. She looked at Sophia and then at Ernie and then at Sav, [color=8A3DFF]"Get Sophia into the safe zone, alright?"[/color] she said, giving the girl a small smile. She turned around to look at Allison and Ernie. [color=8A3DFF][i]What the hell am I supposed to do?[/i][/color] 

She felt all mixed up, part of her wanted to run away from this, another part of her wanted to make it stop, and yet another part of her wanted to rip them both to pieces. Before she knew what was happening Determination appeared between Ernie and Allison, taking the blow meant for the girl on the enemy team.

[color=8A3DFF]"Enough people have gotten hurt, just let the game end Allison! It's two versus one!"[/color] She called out. 

Almost immediately after Allison hit the ground, a loud cry hit her ears. Ernie was rushing directly at her. Allison quickly raised the shard to cut through her attacker's weapon, the length of the blade cutting through the building around it as well, before something appeared in her blade's path.

Ernie's attack was stopped short by what must of been one of Emma's creations. Allison was surprised by the act, but she didn't let it stop her. She continued forward with her swing, bringing the blade down through both Ernie and the tulpa, now slightly more aware of the walls around them.

[i]Motherfucking heck[/i]. If Ernie had the time to throw Emma an incredulous glare, he would've done so. Maybe toss a few slurs in there too. But he didn't. Instead, he stood there staring like an idiot as his weapon snapped against Emma's summon and Allison slashed through not just the summon, but his flag and rope too. The weariness he suddenly felt through his body was nothing compared to the annoyance directed at Emma. Of course a girl like her would pull some shit like this. Ernie had probably chopped her that extra table leg for nothing. When this game was over, she was really gonna get it. But there was no time for that. Ernie had to admit that there was a part of him that had hoped that her plea would work. But kindness was the last thing that made the world go round.

No, not kindness. Weakness.

His singlet had been slashed, baring his chest and making it look like he was wearing some impractical, avant-garde vest. His chest flag had been cleanly bisected. Only three flags left. Ernie charged once more, intending to jab his weapon's splintered end at Allison's face while also reaching for her blade hand.

[color=8A3DFF][i]I don’t want to fight.[/i][/color] Was what the voice in Emma’s head said. At least, that’s what one of them said. Ideals, beliefs, resolve, it all seemed to melt away in front of her. It was a thing that was ephemeral, fluid, coming and going affected by the call of her stigma. Or was it her stigma? That seemed to be the question that was always on her mind.

She remembered the conclusion she had to came to in the hallway far below the Medical Center. [color=8A3DFF][i]They’re all monsters. I’m a monster.[/i][/color] It was true even in this simple game, it seemed. So much violence, and for what? What [i]were[/i] they fighting for? To foster teamwork? For Rosa and Fred’s amusement? Because USARILN liked watching kids kill each other?

Emma, at the very least, had learned a lot since she had arrived at USARILN. And now she had learned something else, thanks to Allison. [color=8A3DFF][i]Mercy doesn’t count for a lot.[/i][/color] A voice echoed in her head. That’s what it was- mercy, because really, Emma could crush Allison, couldn’t she? Even without Ernie she was [i]strong[/i]. 

If Allison didn’t want mercy, so be it. She saw Ernie charge Allison. Honestly, a part of Emma was starting to get a little excited. [i][color=8A3DFF]Can’t hurt. Can’t kill.[/color][/i] She had to remind herself. If Ernie was coming from the front, it only made sense for her Tulpa to come from the back. Determination appeared behind Allison, [color=8A3DFF]”Grab her!”[/color] Emma called out to her creation.

Allison was once again being charged at by Ernie. She raised her hand to try and cut through what remained of her attacker's weapon, but something grabbed her from behind, a massive weight enveloping her. Allison screamed as she felt something slam into her face.

Oh man, the satisfaction he got from that was absolutely perfect. Ernie's mouth widened into something maniacal as he felt the impact on the other end of the stick. Something squishy. Maybe he'd taken the 'eye for an eye' thing too far. Too literally, too. No one really got hurt from the falling building, right? The screams that erupted from his blow threw all his doubts aside, grim satisfaction bubbling inside him. Eye for an eye. Payback complete. Totally worth it. Ernie was still grinning as he heard the loud beep and felt heat flood his nerves. His world turned black. Too far after all.

Savannah let out a light yelp when she heard the noise reuslting from Allison falling onto the couch. She whipped her head around, and set her eyes on Allison. 

"[color=crimson]Well, shit.[/color]" Savannah said. She was just about to charge at Allison when Emma told her to go and deliver Sophia to the safe point. Of course. Someone needed to do that, right? "[color=crimson]Hey, Sophia, we need to go.[/color]' Savannah stated, not waiting for a response before she grabbed Sophia's elbow and took off with her in tow. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]Oh, shit.[/i][/color] Emma cringed as Ernie stabbed Allison in the eye. Determination faded away as Ernie fell to the ground, Allison quickly following without the support of Emma's Tulpa. Sure, Emma had decided that it was time to teach Allison a lesson but this... this was [i]way[/i] too far. Could Christmas fix this? Or... with a wound like that, there wasn't a large chance of keeping the eye without some subnatural medical attention. Or maybe not, Emma didn't really know enough about injuries like this to make a judgement.

Without thinking Emma ran over to check on Allison. As she passed over Ernie she eyed the now unconscious boy. [color=8A3DFF][i]Jesus, I knew you were a dick, but this is a little far.[/i][/color] She moved past him to look at Allison. Her flags didn't even cross Emma's mind, she was far too worried about the table leg in the girl's face. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]This happened because of me.[/i][/color]

She looked around. For what, she wasn't sure. The cameras? For help? Surely the game would end now, right? 

Allison felt nothing but pain. Everything went dark, and then she crumpled onto the damp ground. Somehow, she willed her hand to her face, feeling around where Ernie's weapon still protruded. Immediately her fingers reached a wetness that Allison assumed was her own blood. The broken table leg was sticking out at angle from her face, with several larger splinters of wood lodging into her eye, while some damage was done to the flesh around her eye. She wasn't dead, she just lost an eye. Allison made no attempt to get up. Even if she had the strength to, she didn't want to risk somehow driving the wood deeper into her eye, and she didn't even want to consider pulling it out. There was little to do but wait for the "game" to end.

When Savannah got to the safepoint with Sophia, she let go of her elbow. [color=crimson][i]Well, now we've got the healer.[/i][/color] Savannah thought.

[color=fff79a]"Nnngh.."[/color]

Still up on the top floor, Hazel opened her eyes, finally regaining consciousness after that hard knock to her head. Her vision was blurry, and there was that headsplitting headache, but she seemed to still be alive. She moved her hands automatically to her ears before remembering where she was and what she was doing.

[color=fff79a][i]"That's right, they tried to kill you."[/i][/color]

Hazel glanced towards what was left of the top floor roof, before materializing a giant blade and cutting it off completely, angling it so it would fall away from her instead of on her. 

[color=fff79a]"Stay here."[/color]

Without a word more to Lawrence, she grabbed both Gregory and Zoe again with one projected arm, and launching herself off towards Team 3's safe zone with another. Her aim was off, and her catch at the end to soften the landing wasn't quite perfect, leaving her rolling away a few meters from the safe zone, but she was [i]there[/i] and she managed to retrieve a healer and return Zoe to a safer position.

[i]It hurts...[/i]

But the game wasn't over. Her head was hurting, her vision was blurry, and she wasn't sure if she was really moving properly. But still, the game must go on. Even if her arms and legs were to fall off, she knew it would not end until they say it was over. For now, the people gathered in front of the house was the obvious choice.

Allison seemed to have been taken out, with the unconscious boy there apparently having stuck a wooden club into her face, leaving only Emma there to fight. 

[i]It hurts... I want this to end...[/i]

Hazel moved towards Emma unsteadily, her vision still blurry. Her hands once again covering her ears. The pain pulsed through her head as if a red hot spike was being driven into her skull with a large mallet, and the ever growing noise of her stigma was not doing her any favours. 

[color=fff79a][i]"We break her. Just enough so the cuffs doesn't trigger. Then we break the others."[/i][/color]

Without warning her left arm turned invisible, as if by flicking a switch, as a large projection of a purplish hand swung straight at Emma in an open palm slap.

Emma heard something move behind her. She wheeled around to see one of the two remaning members of the enemy team in front of her.

[color=8A3DFF]"Hazel-"[/color]

Before she could speak she was hit [i]hard[/i] by something that she couldn't see. Hazel's attack. Emma was sent flying, a grunt of pain coming out as she hit the ground.

[color=8A3DFF][i]Hurts... hurts bad...[/i][/color] was all she could think. She felt the pain throughout her body- she was sure that she had broken something. She had to fight back.

Emma didn't [i]want[/i] to fight., was the problem. 'But she had to, didn't she?' That's what she had kept telling herself, but it felt [i]wrong[/i]. All the same she knew that Hazel wouldn't stop. Hazel wouldn't pull any punches. Hazel wouldn't even [i]think[/i] about the fact that they were supposed to be friends. Hazel wouldn't remember that time they got ice cream and suddenly feel bad about beating her senseless. Emma [i]had[/i] to fight her, didn't she?

But she didn't want to all the same.

Still, she summoned Determination. At least she had tried to. He didn't come. Neither did Love, or Devotion, or Charity, or Happiness. There was a certain irony in that, wasn't there? 

[color=8A3DFF]"Where... where are you...?"[/color] she groaned weakly. 

Emma flipped herself onto her stomach, realizing that she had no help. She feebly clawed the ground, trying to get away.  She'd never felt pain like this. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]It hurts... just make it stop, please...[/i][/color]

There was a small jolt of pleasure when that blow struck Emma; already the pain and nausea felt more bearable. Hazel could feel an almost overwhelming urge to just smash Emma both her hands, to snap her bones and hear that satisfying snap, or just crush her in her palm and leave a mass of flesh behind.

Almost.

Raising her hand high, she slapped Emma lightly with her projected hand, enough to disintegrate the flags off her body.

Shaking her head to clear out the voices, Hazel moved towards the other team's safezone, driven not by any sort of knowledge, but through the simple need to know if they had captured any healer while she was knocked out. The answer became readily apparent once she was in full view of the zone, seeing as there was two girls there, none of which she recognized as being from her team. Once caught in the open, the last member of the other team went down with barely any resistance, with their clothing frayed and their flags gone.