Edward Blake
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Post by Edward Blake on Mar 12, 2010 22:32:41 GMT -5
Perhaps it would have been simpler had the fury and disgust in Eddie's manner, his face and his voice been dispassionate. Instead, it was personal, intense, and he found himself taking great pleasure in watching the would-be crimestopper sink onto his belly.
He gave the boy a swift kick to the head with his heavy boot, assuming that he was still conscious. "Admit it! You're worthless, pathetic, not worth my time...say it!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 12, 2010 22:46:38 GMT -5
Adrian was silent. He slowly rolled onto his back, blearily gazing up at the Comedian, a long gash on his forehead from the kick trickling blood back into his hair. His breathing was ragged.
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Edward Blake
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Post by Edward Blake on Mar 12, 2010 23:57:15 GMT -5
"Say it!"
He brought his boot down on the ragged face, and felt something snap underfoot.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 13, 2010 0:16:20 GMT -5
Adrian emitted a groan of pain, and then quickly suppressed it. Something hard fell to the back of his throat, and he rolled over again now, back onto his knees, to cough it out.
With a small zinging feeling, a tooth fell onto his palm.
Adrian stared at it for what felt like an eternity, and then shoved it back into his mouth to hold it under his tongue. He'd just have to have it reimplanted the next day.
He staggered to his feet, his mouth full of blood that was starting to run down his chin. More of it was spilling from both the bridge and the nostrils of his broken nose. His broken right arm hung limply, at a deeply disconcerting angle.
Adrian stared at the Comedian, wide-eyed filled with horror. This was the man people trusted to take care of them?
His knees almost buckled. It was getting hard to breathe- the first blow must have fractured one of his ribs, he realized. He staggered toward the wall and leaned on it for a moment with his back to the Comedian.
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Edward Blake
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Post by Edward Blake on Mar 13, 2010 0:23:55 GMT -5
It could have been worse. If he'd been an actual criminal, it certainly would have. As it was, the kid was alive and in one piece...more or less. Not that Eddie was finished.
He could see that the younger man was starting to bleed all over his handmade uniform, and shook his head. You had to teach them respect. He knew just what kind of a person he was--that was the joke! It took people like him to keep everyone safe. Cruel irony there, and it showed in his eyes as he unflinchingly stared back at Adrian.
Seeing his back turned (a huge mistake, in combat), Eddie stepped up behind him, and, without any real intention, gave him a good, mocking swat on the ass, nearly grabbing his crotch. "C'mon, candyass. Say it an' I'll let you run on home."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 13, 2010 0:31:59 GMT -5
Adrian turned around very slowly. All of the youthful joviality he'd had just minutes ago was gone now, cleanly as if it had been burned away. His mask was coming detached on one side, and from behind it, greenish eyes glared absolutely murderously at the Comedian. There was nothing there but hate.
"No," he said hoarsely, and blood spilled over his lower lip.
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Edward Blake
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Post by Edward Blake on Mar 13, 2010 0:37:08 GMT -5
In some way, the change in demeanor actually pleased Eddie. If he was ever going to actually fight, he'd better damn well be tough enough. Trial by fire, wasn't it? In response, he merely shrugged one shoulder, a casual gesture implying that he could go on as long as he liked. His eyes spotted a part where his makeshift uniform had ripped, exposing bare back.
"Suit yourself," he replied casually, tapped a bit of ash from his cigar, and proceeded to press it straight into Adrian's back.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 13, 2010 0:48:52 GMT -5
Adrian hissed in pain, eyes squinting shut, but still managed to turn around again and strike the Comedian in the eye with the heel of his good hand. He followed it with a knee to the other man's groin, desperate for anything that could hurt him-
His knee hit only reinforced leather. Damn. He took took a split-second step backward and adopted a defensive stance, acutely aware that his costume was falling to pieces.
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Edward Blake
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Post by Edward Blake on Mar 14, 2010 17:03:13 GMT -5
Unfortunately for him, the Comedian's outfit was very well protected indeed, and needless to say he didn't even flinch. He chuckled brutally.
This time he didn't even say anything. The kid knew how to end it, and so a swift metal boot to the solar plexus would do the work for him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2010 17:20:00 GMT -5
The kick threw him against the wall again, his mask all but totally dislodged on one side of his face and his vision starting to dim. He crumpled to the pavement, hating the Comedian for doing this to him, hating himself for not fighting back now...
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Edward Blake
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Post by Edward Blake on Mar 14, 2010 18:49:59 GMT -5
"Don't black out on me now," the vigilante growled, leaning down to leer at him some more. "Say it, asshole." He punctuated it with a stomp on the back.
"Who the hell are you, anyway?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 14, 2010 19:28:31 GMT -5
Adrian didn't even try to lean up anymore.
"O-Ozymandias, sir..."
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