Really try to last the entire two minutes
From Create Your Own Story
You raise your blade and react as quickly as possible to his already-coming strike. There's a clash of metal as the blades bounce off each other, sending you both backwards a step.
You regain your balance and get in the ready position. You block his quick flurry of blows with your fast reactions.
"Impressive."
He tries a low swing, but you leap into the air and pull your legs upwards, clearing his blade by an inch. Your counter-strike forces him onto the defensive, and with several quick slashes you make him have to retreat a few feet.
He shifts the blade to his left hand and tries a sweeping strike, but you spin out of the way adroitly and counter again. By the time he regains the initiative, he only has time for one more swing. It's a high one aimed at slicing off your head, but you drop down under it.
"Congratulations, my dear. Your two minutes are up. Blades down."
He sets his aside, and you do the same.
"Time for your promised reward."
Two arms wrap around you. You feel as if the figure is transferring something from itself into you through the wound in your belly.
The figure spins you around so you're facing away from it and covers your eyes with one hand. The other seems to enter through the gap in your belly and move upwards. Is he literally touching your heart? There's a tiny prick, like that of a very thin needle, and you feel as if something is being injected directly into your heart. The hand withdraws, then moves to your mouth and opens it.
You feel what seems be a cracker placed into your mouth, and you chew and swallow without thinking. The hand covering your eyes is lifted.
You suddenly feel a rage towards humans fill you, and a liking -- and lust -- for your fellow slasher.
The wound where he sliced open your belly appears to have sealed itself. You pick up your blade, and he picks up his.
"Shall we hunt?"
| Slasher's Body Count: |
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| Live:You (a female slasher) |
| Dead:Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie |
