Posted at 10:48 am on Jan 19, 2008 by:
Charon Death
Never marry a cross dressing moron.
Grey edges were making their prescence known in Charon's vision, this is whats commonly known as the state just before the blackness of unconscious zooms in and takes you off to the depths of your own mind and if oxygen isn't forthcoming, eventually death.
Charon turned her head to the side freeing up her wind pipe and allowing the precious oxygen she needed to feed her now somewhat befuddled mind. Mortismere really was a right royal pain in the derriere. She reached up and wrapped both hands around the crowbar as though scrabbling to try and release herself. She could feel Mortismere's mouldy breath exhaling in her ear and he chuckled, obviously enjoying the feeling that he was finally in control of his wayward wife. She felt the anger rising.
She kicked hard backwards and felt the satisfying crunch as Morty's kneecap went bye byes and he cursed, relaxing his grip slightly on the crowbar. Charon with her head already turned side on slipped down feigning unconsciousness but still with her hands wrapped round the center of the crowbar. Her weight pulled Morty downwards as well and eventually his big, ugly chin smacked into the top of Charon's head and really send him reeling sideways and no longer in possession of the crowbar.
Seer, on the other hand was a coward and hovered on the outside of the ring. Charon took the crowbar, her state of mind was now murderous, she could see what Morty had done to Kizmat and decided to return the favor. She plunged the crowbar into Mortys chest and for a few seconds proceeded to try and lever out his heart, when she remembered he didn't actually have one but she was happy that she heard a few ribs crack.
The greasy bum on the outside had gotten hold of an industrial nailgun and as Charon prodeeded to try and lever out Morty's other knee, she felt the nails rip into the flesh of her waist and hip. She let her grip on the crowbar drop for a second and Morty grabbed it and swung at her again, smashing her round the side of the head. She fell sideways and stumbled, only her own determination to stay conscious keeping her that way. She was now in a seriously primitive state of mind who's only intention was to stay alive and the pain from her head and side told her that she was indeed still alive - just.
She focussed on that ugly, greasy, buffoon that was leering at her from the outside the nailgun pointed right at her face, she didn't give a shit right now and stumbled and crawled toward him intent on doing something that would hurt him. Morty was struggling to follow her as she had damaged both his knee's and gouged a large hole in his chest, she was sure she could hear his ribs grinding together as he tried to follow her. Her vision was obscured by blood pouring from head wounds and she could feel some of the nails rubbing against her own ribs, she was also fairly sure that one nail had pierced her left lung, it certainly felt incredibly weird. She estimated that she had maybe twenty minutes before her condition became critical.
Seer was beginning to look slightly alarmed at the half dead woman who seemed intent on reaching him whether he stapled her in the face or not. In fact, he wasn't completely sure she wouldn't just keep coming even if he did fire the nailgun right in her face. Kizmat was slow to recover from the attack and when he finally did look up, the scene that met him wasn't pretty. Gojinn was in two minds as to whether to simply stand back and let the four kill each other or whether to try and continue the match. He decided on the first course of action and slid out of harms way and stood with the referee, after all it made his job much easier at the end of the day.
Charon's breathing was becoming more laboured by the second and sounded as though she was drowning, it wasn't far from the truth, only she was half drowning on her own blood. Seer backed away from the ring as Charon drew nearer to him, she coughed and blood spattered the canvas. She managed to slide out under the bottom ring rope but collapsed onto the floor, a spasm of coughing making her retch and bring up more blood. She reduced her critical time to ten minutes tops. She looked up at Seer, her face was a curtain of blood, the only break in the colour was her bright blue eyes. She made a decision which would only ever be made by a person who was on the balance between life and death, she used her last ounce of strength to gather the shadows around her. When she released them they shot at Seer and knocked him backwards into the guardrail knocking him into the black hole of unconsciousness.
Charon sank right to the floor her last thought winging its way to Kizmat as she passed out on the floor outside the ring....

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