OOM: Fight
Apr. 17th, 2006 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's been coming since the day they met and Ramon knows it. Right now, he can't think what took him so long. Because Sands needs to be taught a lesson, he's needed it for ages and it can't be put off any longer. There's only so long he can play nice.
Ramon exits the bar in a hurry, dragging Sands after him. It's dark enough and anyway, he's beyond caring if anyone sees. The thought that he shouldn't be doing this is drowned under waves of long-supressed anger, ignored to be dealt with later.
He lets him go eventually, when they're near the lake bank, a hard shove pushing him away. Then he spreads his arms wide and his face twists into a snarl.
'Come on then. You've been pushing for this, come and get it if you've got the guts.'
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:43 am (UTC)“Doesn’t that feel better, shouting and shoving? Come on, sweetcheeks, doesn’t that feel good?”
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:50 am (UTC)But he's not hearing it off of Sands, no way. Ramon just closes the distance between them, landing both hands on his chest and shoving him hard once more.
'Come on! You wanted this. Close your fucking mouth for once, don't just stand there.'
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Date: 2006-04-17 01:55 am (UTC)“Make me,” he sing-songs, laughter sharp and brittle. “Come on, sweetcheeks, you didn’t even knock me over!”
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:07 am (UTC)Ramon's not a particularly big man, but he is strong and he does know how to fight. He packs a pretty mean punch, as others before have found out. He's not sure that many have been as satisfying as this one, a glorious thump as it connects and warm pain shoots from his knuckles up his arm.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:14 am (UTC)Then his eyes snap open again, dancing with merriment.
“Is that it?”
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:30 am (UTC)Sands is on his knees at Ramon's feet, with a smear of blood trickling from his nose and the bruises already forming. And he is laughing like it’s the greatest joke in the universe.
“I almost felt that one.”
He grins, wild and feral.
“Anything else, sweetcheeks?”
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:32 am (UTC)'You fucking laugh and you're the one on the floor. You going to get up and try to give anything back, or do I just to kill you slowly?'
He has to make him stop laughing. Has to.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:38 am (UTC)“I may be on the floor, Ramon,” Sands chokes out, lip curling, “but I’ve got a brilliant view.
He pushes himself back up onto his knees, wincing. The laughter returns, forced at first but growing in amusement as he wipes his bleeding nose.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:50 am (UTC)'View of what? You'll see nothing but dirt by the time I've fucking finished with you.'
Hey, if Sands doesn't want to lay a hand on him in return, he's fine with that.
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Date: 2006-04-17 02:59 am (UTC)For a second he is silent, running a tongue along his teeth and spitting out a thin trickle of scarlet, and then Sands flashes Ramon a bright grin.
“I like dirt.”
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:01 am (UTC)It's a short reply, his fists tight at his sides, itching for more.
'Get up or you won't have any teeth left. Or maybe I'll just break your arm right there, which would you prefer?'
He swings another punch, catching him on the nose.
'Stand up and fight, you fucking coward.'
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:07 am (UTC)“I may be a coward, Ramon, but you’re the one weak enough to let yourself get angry.”
Up on his knees now, he laughs sharply.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:11 am (UTC)Hell no.
He lashes out with his boot again, catching him hard in the chest, then in the ribs, then in the solar plexus.
'Me weak? You're the one that couldn't stand to lose you're eyes and practically fucking begged for them to be back.'
Another punch to the jaw, hard enough to make his knuckles split and start to bleed.
'You think I didn't see your face when I threatened to not get Nita to help you? You fucking panicked right there, you little pussy. So don't you dare call me weak.'
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:20 am (UTC)“And you, Ramon?” he chuckles into the grass, once he’s caught his breath back. “What would you do if you lost your sight?”
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:25 am (UTC)He moves and stands over him, then suddenly grins like a shark and kneels, flipping Sands onto his back and closing a hand round his throat.
'And I didn't fucking cry about it the way you did.'
Circumstances had been different but he's not about to let that be known. His hands tightens to choke him a little and he enjoys the sight of the beaten face. This was just what he needed tonight.
'And now you've got your eyes back, thanks to me. So say fucking thank you. The least you can do, I think.'
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:34 am (UTC)That’s the barrel of a gun digging into your stomach.
Sands smiles serenely, eyes sliding shut.
“You can’t cry,” he whispers, “when you’ve got no eyes.”
Click goes the gun, as it’s taken off of safety.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:45 am (UTC)His hand goes to his pocket and there's a jerk of his wrist, accompanied by the metallic slide of a flick knife coming free of its handle. He doesn't hesitate in case Sands fires, just lays the thing against his cheek with the point pressing into the bottom of his eyesocket.
'Pull that trigger and you're losing an eye all over again Sands. You want to risk it?'
He's banking on the fact that he won't. Also, that a shot to the stomach won't kill him outright and there'd still be time to get healed before he lost that much blood.
But mostly, he's not thinking at all. Mostly he just wants to see that eye pop out and hear him scream and watch him die painfully underneath him right now, begging for mercy. He'd give a lot for that to happen.
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:58 am (UTC)Then... the gun and the knife showed up. And this is where Gorlim encounters a moral dilemma. He likes Ramon. He knows Random would not like it if Ramon were to be shot or thrown in the cells for dismembering someone. And dismembering people isn't nice, even when they have a gun pointed at you.
If only because Ramon's knife is nowhere NEAR suited for the task.
And if Gorlim knows Ramon, this is not a situation that's likely to diffuse on its own.
Therefor Sands? Whoever he is, the lucky gentleman finds himself being barreled over in VERY short order by a spazzy scarecrow.
A spazzy HEAVILY-ARMED scarecrow.
Sands gets pinned down by Gorlim's full weight and a somewhat longer, slightly curved knife pressed to his throat.
"DROP IT. THAT'S NOT A REQUEST." Gorlim is talking to both of them, because Ramon has a broadsword pointed at him. "BOTH OF YOU DROP IT NOW."
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:06 am (UTC)He stares blankly up at the spazzy scarecrow currently pinning him down, and then, with a slow and deliberate care, releases his gun.
Crazy though he may be, a knife against your throat is not something you argue with.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:10 am (UTC)'Stay out of this Gorlim.'
His voice is low, and furious.
'He fucking deserves everything he gets.'
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:15 am (UTC)"You. Stay where you are. RAMON, I SAID GET RID OF THE KNIFE."
Gorlim has that LOOK. He doesn't have it often, but he can mean it just as much as Ramon can. And he's got the trigger now and the safety's still off. "You know I can use this. You taught me how. Back off. You know I mean it. And you know you're going to be in deeper shit with Random than you'll EVER get with me if you don't."
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:23 am (UTC)“Shit,” he murmurs, lips twitching into a faint smile. Eyeing his gun where he let it drop, he laps blood off the back of his hand.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:28 am (UTC)'Don't shout at me Gorlim. And point that fucking thing somewhere else, preferably at him.'
He thinks it's a low blow to bring Random into this but can't deny that he's now thinking about the shit he'd get if it had been a security member that had caught them and not a friend of his.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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