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MIKE MUNROE
VERSUS
CATNAP
CATNAP:
MIKE: 4
Mike watched as the second Ghostface killer went limp. Walking to the corpse, he gave it a swift kick, just to make sure it was really dead this time. The body didn't move an inch, until of course, it vanished as thick fog overtook it. Mike looked around for the killer's knives, but was disappointed to see they had vanished as well. Still, Mike wasn't quite ready to leave yet. He had just taken two human lives and he needed a moment to think about that.
"This is ****ing unbelievable..." He sighed, slouching against the wall. "What the hell just happened?"
Mike wasn't sure how long he stayed slumped against the wall. It felt like hours, but he couldn't quite tell. The sun wasn't rising and the clouds were as thick and gloomy as ever though, so it shouldn't have been too long. That or this place didn't even have a sunrise... Mike couldn't quite rule that one yet. All he knew was that the chill in the air was as cold as ever, and he wanted to get moving.
Mike stood up and walked outside the building, his weapons secured in a duffel bag at his side. Maybe, if he were lucky, he'd find someone who didn't wanna kill him.
And he didn't have to wait long. A woman with blonde hair, pink highlights at the bottom, made her way onto the empty street. The woman seemed lost, just like himself, yet carried an unsettling aura around her. Mike gripped his shotgun as she made eye contact.
"Hey, uh, I-"
"Are you lost? So am I."
The woman spoke calmly, eerily so. Was she not aware of the dangers of this place? Or perhaps, she did, she just didn't care.
"Well, yeah," Mike replied. "I just had to fight off two knife-happy psychos in a grocery store, I got a little turned-around."
The woman's nonchalance made Mike angry. He didn't know why.
The woman rose an eyebrow as she walked towards a street corner. It seems like Mike's story confirmed a fear of hers... they weren't alone. Were there other people here? More... dangerous people?
"It sounds like you've had a bad day..." The woman smiled. "Maybe I can-"
The woman went pale. Mike tilted his head.
"What?" He asked. "Maybe you can... what?"
The woman wasted no time running into one of the nearby buildings, out of sight. Mike threw his hands up in frustration.
"Hey!" He called out. "I don't think we talked enough!"
Mike stopped in place as he looked to the ground. From behind came a wave of red smoke. A sudden sense of drowsiness came over him as he turned around. It was then that he saw it. Flesh hung tightly to the creature's bones. It's humanoid shape twitched and bent as it scurried along the floor.
"Oh ****!" Mike yelled as he booked it further down the street.
It was a Wendigo, no doubt about it. Mike could hardly keep his eyes open, but he knew one of those things when he saw it. After a few seconds of running, Mike turned around, the feeling of drowsiness growing weaker.
He then saw the creature for what it really was. The smoke was messing with his mind, it was making him see things that aren't there. Before him was no Wendigo, but rather a purple feline sporting a wide, dark smile.
"This is ****ing unbelievable..." He sighed, slouching against the wall. "What the hell just happened?"
Mike wasn't sure how long he stayed slumped against the wall. It felt like hours, but he couldn't quite tell. The sun wasn't rising and the clouds were as thick and gloomy as ever though, so it shouldn't have been too long. That or this place didn't even have a sunrise... Mike couldn't quite rule that one yet. All he knew was that the chill in the air was as cold as ever, and he wanted to get moving.
Mike stood up and walked outside the building, his weapons secured in a duffel bag at his side. Maybe, if he were lucky, he'd find someone who didn't wanna kill him.
And he didn't have to wait long. A woman with blonde hair, pink highlights at the bottom, made her way onto the empty street. The woman seemed lost, just like himself, yet carried an unsettling aura around her. Mike gripped his shotgun as she made eye contact.
"Hey, uh, I-"
"Are you lost? So am I."
The woman spoke calmly, eerily so. Was she not aware of the dangers of this place? Or perhaps, she did, she just didn't care.
"Well, yeah," Mike replied. "I just had to fight off two knife-happy psychos in a grocery store, I got a little turned-around."
The woman's nonchalance made Mike angry. He didn't know why.
The woman rose an eyebrow as she walked towards a street corner. It seems like Mike's story confirmed a fear of hers... they weren't alone. Were there other people here? More... dangerous people?
"It sounds like you've had a bad day..." The woman smiled. "Maybe I can-"
The woman went pale. Mike tilted his head.
"What?" He asked. "Maybe you can... what?"
The woman wasted no time running into one of the nearby buildings, out of sight. Mike threw his hands up in frustration.
"Hey!" He called out. "I don't think we talked enough!"
Mike stopped in place as he looked to the ground. From behind came a wave of red smoke. A sudden sense of drowsiness came over him as he turned around. It was then that he saw it. Flesh hung tightly to the creature's bones. It's humanoid shape twitched and bent as it scurried along the floor.
"Oh ****!" Mike yelled as he booked it further down the street.
It was a Wendigo, no doubt about it. Mike could hardly keep his eyes open, but he knew one of those things when he saw it. After a few seconds of running, Mike turned around, the feeling of drowsiness growing weaker.
He then saw the creature for what it really was. The smoke was messing with his mind, it was making him see things that aren't there. Before him was no Wendigo, but rather a purple feline sporting a wide, dark smile.
MIKE MUNROE
VERSUS
CATNAP
- Both are 9-C
- The above story doesn't necessarily dictate rules of the thread
- Battle takes place in an empty street surrounded by buildings
- Starting distance is 8 meters
- Mike has his weapons
CATNAP:
MIKE: 4
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