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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[wheatcake]

[Peter thinks quickly as he falls. He only has so much time. The rules of this game are fickle. He could give up his life, but what would that matter when he's about to lose it? Hitting the ground, he thinks, the gift of escaping? Can he give gifts he doesn't have?]

[But don't all of them have the potential to escape?]

[Peter lets his vision blur. This is better than when he died last time. He feels warm. Almost comforted. Hazy with lassitude, like he could do anything, be anything.]

[Peter thinks, freedom is a gift. Have that.]

[lost_first]

[ Jamie's been a fighter for more centuries than he can say, more centuries than he even knows of. As a boy, he'd had his speed and his skills. He'd used his knife and he'd cut through pirates; the trick of taking a hand had originally been his, a way of marking one of his targets and giving them the chance he knew they'd never take to leave the island having only given it's inhabitants one piece of themselves.

For all that he's hurt, he's fought with injuries before, fought with them more often than he'd fought healthy and well given Peter's delight at seeing just how vicious he could be, how capable, how many little 'tests' his 'friend' had run him through.

That's why he takes advantage of the missing hand to get his boot into things, try to pull out the hook, and go for the throat this time.]

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[ He feels the impact of the boot, and he knows what must be next. The hook comes with little resistance, since there's little that Sebastian can do in the moment. Through his one remaining eye, he sees Jamie ready the hook, and through what little sanity remains, he can guess what's next.

And Sebastian's face splits into a smile.

It's all blood, some of his own, some of Peter's, but in a way? That feels right. If he's going to go through the inconvenience and insult of such an ugly, undignified, a human death? It might as well be with blood in his teeth and flesh in his mouth.

The hook catches his neck, and the only sound that comes out is a thick, wet gurgle. Reflexively, he half-coughs, but blood sinks out of the wound and down his throat into his lungs. He'll die. He's dying. His lips move, but what he says isn't really intelligible from the blood and the inconvenient teeth. It's only if Jamie can read lips that he'll catch it, really. ]

Humans really are disgusting.

[ Because that's it, right? This is how a human dies. It's how the human he'd bitten into is dying, if he hasn't already.

Ahh, he can't wait to go home. Won't it be warm there?

The weight on his hook increases as Sebastian goes limp. ]

[lost_first]

[ He doesn't care what the man says as he dies. He doesn't care, which is why he's pulling his hook out of the other man's throat and not looking at the mess that comes with it. He won't even take the time required to clean his hook on the body before he's rushing over to Peter.

rushing over to Peter?

Rushing over to Peter to pull him up, to try and get his arm around him and his hand over the wound to see if the blood is still flowing, if there's a chance of him coming back from this.

...he has a pretty good idea of what the answer is. He's almost glad he'd given his hope away.

But he'll do it all the same. Perhaps...

Perhaps something on the other side of things will help. Will make any of this right. Will-

Ha. Of course not.

But at least he'll be there to close the man's eyes and pray that he goes somewhere kinder.]