http://no-ones-son.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] no-ones-son.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-06-06 05:27 am (UTC)

Re: M55

Jason almost cackled as the meta stumbled backwards when he released the chair, nearly falling on his ass. He'd fix the nearly part of that in a second.

But the idiot surprised him, recovering his balance in time to avoid his sweep and Jason was left defenceless for the seconds it took him to recover from the failed attack. As fast as he was, it was still too slow. Before he could even raise an arm to protect his head, the chair crashed painfully against him. He was still blinking the stars from his vision and trying to make himself move, get out of the way, when it crashed into his head again.

Falling back dazed, he stared up at the figure standing over him, his ears ringing and spots still dancing before his eyes. The situation was suddenly, sickeningly familiar. Someone standing over him, laughing as the crowbar smashed into him over and over and he was fucking helpless, couldn't fight back, couldn't stop them....

No, no, nonono! Not again!

Letting out a wordless, animalistic shout, Jason launched himself forward to tackle his opponent, all finesse consumed by the desire to survive, all humour gone in the face of the surge of fear. He'd tear the man apart with his bare hands if that was what it took but he wouldn't, couldn't go through that again!

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