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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 7, 2016 2:38:02 GMT
Pitch knew that Vanitas wouldn't hesitate in attacking again and, sure enough, the demon threw himself towards him with an almost animalistic snarl. He was ready for the demon. The blade once again missed him as he sidestepped the blow, but this time the demon responded more quickly.
Suddenly the blade of the sword swung to the side and hit Pitch in the chest with the flat of the blade. Normally such a move would have just winded him, but Vanitas' blow had caught Pitch over his wound from the riot. It had only been two days since the wound had reopened while he spoke with Adeline and the heavy blow send a bolt of agony through Pitch's chest, causing him to cry out and stumble backwards.
He managed to keep his grip on the gun but only regain his balance when he stumbled back into a nearby brick wall. He tried to force himself to stand and move, but his vision didn't want to focus and his breathing was labored, the taste of blood in the back of his throat.
Suddenly he heard a whistling through the air and reflexively dodged as the sword hit the wall just to the right of his chest. The blade sank easily into the brink and had caught part of his black cloak in the process.
Shit. I'm pinned!
He reached for the fabric, ready to tear it so that he could move freely once more, but he didn't have the chance before Vanitas was on him. Immediately the demon grabbed the wrist of his hand that held the gun and brought a fist forward to slam into the side of Pitch's face. His head rang with the blow for a moment but he managed to keep himself focused nonetheless despite the pain in his chest and face.
Vanitas was now weaponless but had Pitch pinned to the wall and was trying to wrestle the gun from him. Meanwhile, the other hand was free to continue attacking him unless he did something fast! The time had come to use the secret in his pocket.
He plunged his hand into the lining of his cloak before pulling out something small and elongated, something that glinted silver and green. It was a bullet, but it wasn't a normal bullet. No, this was one of the very pieces of ammunition fired by the Grey Dawn, designed specifically with Demons in mind. And the glint of green.....was emerald.
Taking a firm grip on his last weapon, Pitch brought the bullet upward and slammed it point-first into the side of Vanitas' neck, the most exposed part of his body. The thrust wasn't nearly as strong as when fired by a gun but had enough force to penetrate deeply into the skin and flesh underneath. And he knew, even as he pulled the bullet out of Vanitas' neck, what emerald did to Demons.
As Pitch pulled the bullet free, he focused his strength into twisting his wrist so that it broke Vanitas' hold. He quickly lowered the free gun towards his target on the demon and fired, the non-emerald but still powerful metal hitting him directly in the ankle. A sharp shove to the demon's shoulder accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric finally freed him from the pin and the demon's weight.
Pitch staggered several steps away, watching the demon but unable in that instant to follow up with a finishing blow. His own injuries were slowing him down.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 7, 2016 15:03:13 GMT
Feeling quite proud of himself for punching Pitch in his too smug face, he hadn't noticed the emerald bullet until it was too late. It dug into his skin, into his very muscles. That was low, even for a demon. To use an emerald bullet against his own kind was deplorable. Pitch had to have known the consequences of what the bullet would do to Vanitas but he used it anyways. Mind searing agony rippled through the wound. His free hand went to clasp the wound and staunch the blood flow. It was almost enough to bring him to his knees but Vanitas was far too proud to let that happen, especially in front of Pitch.
The bullet through his ankle wasn't nearly as painful as the emerald was, but even as Pitch backed away, Vanitas knew this was bad for both of them. He would never get a chance like this again, but if he didn't treat the emerald bullet, he would likely die. He held out his hand and his sword disappeared before reappearing back in his hand. His breathing got heavy and labored. So much for a good evening. This was going the opposite of how he planned. It was when his line of vision started to blur he really started to worry a little. He took a deep breath. Glaring darkly at the quasi-human in front of him. Then he started to laugh.
"Even as a human, you're just as bad as any demon!" he proclaimed in glee.
It seemed tigers couldn't change their stripes after all. Even when Pitch tried to be 'good' he was still just as cruel and manipulative as demons were. Pitch could pretend to be as good as he wanted to but at the end of the day, they both knew that he was getting as much of a thrill from the fight as Vanitas was. The 'me or him' mentality was just delightful. However, Vanitas could accept loss just fine. It was dying he was not about to come to terms with.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 8, 2016 1:34:05 GMT
Pitch continued to watch Vanitas as he assessed his own injuries. There was a great amount of pain in his chest and the right side of his face, but those were mostly superficial. The Demon's own injuries, specifically that of the emerald bullet, were far worse and he knew in that instant that he could kill Vanitas if he wanted to.
And for a moment he moved forward, suddenly filled with a driving anger to make the demon pay for his arrogance, for his pride and his stupidity. However, he had only just moved his hand, ready to load the emerald into his gun and use it on the Demon, when a wave of burning fire seared across his chest and made him gasp. The pain was beyond anything Vanitas could do to him, was so deep and so powerful that it nearly sent him to his knees. It was as if every fiber of his being along the scar were filled with the burning intensity of the sun.
He clutched at his chest and the mark from which the pain radiated. His Promise Scar. He looked down at his chest in that moment and understood. Even though he wanted to do it, wanted to put the emerald bullet through Vanitas' head and end his existence on that plane, it was wrong. It went against the promise he had made so long ago.. to do good. He was filled with a nameless rage that he should be forced to stop, but then Vanitas spoke and the anger quieted for a moment.
Was he really as bad as any demon?
"No, I'm not. I made my choice a long time ago and nothing will change that."
He looked at Vanitas with his amber eyes while still clutching his chest. And there was a certainty in the depths of his gaze that went beyond any words that could be spoken. From now until his last breath, he was bound by his promise to do good.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 8, 2016 2:37:05 GMT
Pitch loaded the emerald bullet into the gun. The barrel of the gun was leveled with his head. Vanitas lifted his blade to shield himself but then Pitch stopped short. Vanitas waited for the kill shot but it just never came. At first, he couldn't believe it. Was Pitch just taunting him? But Pitch was clutching the his chest. He frowned, trying to figure out what would have made him stop. Any demon worth his salt would have gone in for the kill. Vanitas would have gone for the kill in a heart beat.
Very few things could make a demon stop in it's tracks. Emerald bullets were one of them. Whatever it was, it was amusing. It was certainly something interesting. Also, something that Pitch wasn't going to want a lot of people to know about this little 'weakness' of his. He had a reputation to keep after all as the big and scary demon of the BPD.
"No. You're right," He laughed. "You're just as weak as them. Can't even go for the kill."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 8, 2016 2:54:23 GMT
"Not this time. However, things can change."
Despite his Scar stopping him from killing Vanitas here and now, somehow he felt intuitively that this was a tipping point. The Demon might not have yet reached the point where his death was an act of good, but one could only commit so many evils before the scales tip against them.
"I've killed people before now for their actions, Human and Other alike. Consider this your last warning."
Pitch looked down at the gun in his hand for a moment before putting it back in his holster. Vanitas wasn't going to be terrorizing anyone else for quite some time, not with emerald pumping through his body and poisoning him. It wasn't enough to kill him as of now, but perhaps it would teach him to be more careful about who he decided to attack.
"Oh, and I'd get that puncture on your neck looked at if I were you."
The comment slipped from Pitch, a snide remark that was soon accompanied by a smirk. And was it just the lighting around them, or had the amber of Pitch's eyes turned lighter at the center? Almost.... yellow?
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 8, 2016 3:20:20 GMT
"Oh yes, things will be different next time," Vanitas vowed. "Much different."
He would end Pitch the next time he saw him. He was tired of this uptight demon acting like he knew everything and acting like he was better than all of them. Still, this newfound information was likely to be good. He was going to have to find a way to work this to his own benefit the next time they ran into one another. And it unfortunately seemed like his opportunity to kill Pitch as a human was gone thanks to the yellow of his eyes.
"Ha. Ha." Vanitas muttered.
Yes, he was going to have to get his neck looked at. It was going to be hard because a lot of hospitals weren't going to treat him simply because of what he was. He was also going to have a hard time getting medical supplies. He took a step back, wondering if he wasn't being dismissed by the other, but he was watching Pitch very carefully.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 8, 2016 3:40:05 GMT
"Go ahead and run, Vanitas. It's what you're good at."
Pitch didn't know why he felt the need to goad the Demon more then he already had. After all, even injured he could still pose a threat to him. However, he was starting to feel somewhat different again. His emotions seemed slightly....diminished, as if they were not quite as strong as they had been a moment before.
He risked the briefest of glances down at his hands. Where it wasn't tacky with blood, it seemed as if his skin had grown somewhat paler. Perhaps the Sapien Drug was finally working its way out of his system, but when he touched his cut cheek the blood on his fingers was still red. If the drug really was finally leaving his body, it wasn't happen very fast.
With that in mind, he kept his eyes trained on the other Demon as he slowly backed away. If the look on Vanitas face was anything to go by, this confrontation wasn't anywhere near over. It had just been postponed.
Well, that was fine with Pitch. If he couldn't even defeat Pitch as a human, what chance did Vanitas have once he was completely restored. Still, he would have to be careful.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 8, 2016 15:39:30 GMT
"Live to fight another day," Vanitas shrugged.
He did run when he had to. But he knew when he was in over his head. Pitch had the upper hand for now. Vanitas would remember this. He opened up a portal behind him. It would be his quickest route to his hideout. At least this time, he wasn't blinded. He could actually get himself inside and treat his own wounds. Then after words he would drink himself into a stupor. Wasn't how he wanted to spend this evening but being blacked out helped in the healing process.
Pitch could say anything he wanted. Vanitas was trying to do nothing more than survive. But really, he was just a demon with no purpose. One of the more dangerous types there were. A demon with no purpose got bored. When they got bored, they did whatever it was they wanted to alleviate it. For Pitch, it was his cases, for Vanitas, it was stirring up as much trouble as he could get his hands on. If he got lucky one of the police officers would get addicted Sapien. Probably not going to be Pitch, but he could always hope.
"Until then, Black."
Vanitas let his own portal swallow him up. Pitch was left alone in the alleyway.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Nov 9, 2016 5:49:13 GMT
Pitch watched in silence, unmoving and expressionless as Vanitas disappeared into the dark depths of a portal. It wasn't until the last traces of the swirling vortex had dissipated that he finally released the rigid hold over his body.
Suddenly, he placed his back against the nearest wall and slid to the ground, one hand going to his chest while he tried to sort through the pain in his body. Everyone else had fled from the scene as soon as the two of them had begun fighting, but he would only have a short time to rest before they would return. He would have to be gone by that point to ensure that no one else would try to assault him. In his current state, he wasn't sure how well he could ward them off.
He continued to sit for a time, managing to slow his pained breathing while running over everything in his mind. Finally, he managed to rise slowly to his feet and begin the short but difficult walk to his apartment.
This isn't over, Vanitas. Next time we meet, Promise Scar or not, you're life is mine.
(End Thread)
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