DK Match- Marceline vs Sid: Masochism Meltdown

Marceline gave her eerie, stretched grin as Sid approached. The old thoughts about taking advantage of his attraction briefly surfaced, looking for what he could offer her, but they were drowned out by her very strong need to use her bat on somebody, as was her wish to avoid a fight. "No, but I think I want to." Her grin remaining petrified on her face, she swung her bat at the side of his knee, seeking to cripple him quickly. She wanted this to be nice and easy.

Marceline snarled when Sid managed to completely nullify her opening attack. She wasn't nearly fast enough to react when Sid blitzed past. She futilely swung for where he had been right before his foot made contact with her head. Her eye widened as a dull thunk rang out. She stumbled a few steps forwards before collapsing face first to the ground, laying utterly still.

Marcelline lay still until Sid was practically upon her. At that moment, she flicked her bat upwards for his crotch while leaping to her feet. Her hand crackled as she thrust it for Sid's solar plexus, aiming to both inflict a blow and increase his pain a millionfold.

Maceline instinctively lowered her bat to guard her own privates, leaving her face wide open. Her head snapped back and she stumbled back. Something cracked this time and the smell of burning hair filled her unharmed nose. Such a strange feeling, her front teeth being pushed back to sit on her tongue. Also, painful. She held her ground though, moving with increased strength to grab at Sid's hair. "Dat idn't where ma eggs ah! Dido fail biology!?" She whipped her arm to lift him from the ground and slam him to the ground by his hair, then preparing her bat in two hands to bash his face flat with the arena floor.

Marceline smiled at the results. Blood, bone, and brain dripped from her bat. He was done. He just didn't know it yet. She put the heavy end of the bat in her hand, getting into a defensive position. That changed when he decided to talk. "Yea, I failed biology...but I'm sure that is where you like things that look like eggs ta go, ya filthy animal!" Marceline's eye widened, then narrowed into a hateful slit."Least I no howit werks!" Ah, no more talking. That hurt. She fell out of the defensive stance and swung her bat for Sid's incoming foot.

Scattered pain appeared across her face and chest right before she was blown back. She tumbled to the edge of the arena before she managed to right herself. Her bat was a shattered handle, splinters from it embedded in her body. What the hell just happened? She shook her head and charged, even faster than before. She jabbed with the jagged end of her shattered bat, attempting to plunge it into Sid's stomach.

Marceline released the bat where it stood, sticking from Sid's abdomen like a messier version of the sword in the stone. Before she could properly back away and just let him die, he reached for something on his back. She defensively raised an arm and instantly felt a rush of pain. She screamed when her forearm dropped to the ground, clasping her remaining hand to the injury, almost not registering that the hit had gone right through and cut deep in her chest. Both injuries lightly smouldered, only adding to the sheer pain.

She continued screaming and fell to her knees. There we go. Her scream vanished like dust in the wind when she thrust her fist out, first aiming to slam into Sid's crotch, then grab the bat's handle and twist it before yanking it free, increasing the bleeding tenfold, both the the added strength of her current agony. Just needed to hold out and she had him. Even if she missed the bat, she was at least keeping this prick from breeding. If she died, that would be the thought she would cling to in her last moments.

Marceline backed away to watch Sid die. To her disgust, there wasn't a scrap of regret when she saw the amount of blood slicking the arena floor. She continued to back away as he was trying to stand. He never would. Marceline grinned as she tightened her grip on the bat to the point its handle cracked even more. She was confused when he raised his sword. Could he shoot that thing? Or- shit, electricity! She charged. Her muscles bunched, one foot left the ground, the other a split second too late.

She screamed as the light filled her soul and burned its way into her empty skull through the lone eye that peered from her face. Her limbs thrashed so hard they snapped in multiple places, dropping her to take the full brunt of the power on her body. Her screams became a gurgle as her lungs burned away, her body left a burning, empty husk, flames eating away at what remained. The lightening was gone. She did not know if she had won. Body ablaze, she drug herself by the one limb that remained intact, an arm she couldn't even tell was halfway a skeleton. She just drug herself until she bumped him, skull first. She blindly grasped as smoke billowed from her boiled eye, finding his neck finally. Nothing. No pulse. She squeezed anyway until the windpipe was crushed. She had won.

"So what? You useless whore." Over the fire killing her slowly, she could hear the voice perfectly, see her with an eye that was destroyed. That little bitch! The tiny girl in purple knelt before her, so clearly not there but so clear anyway. "You never escaped me." Marceline pulled her body into a fetal position as best she could, cradling her head in her arm. She died here. But it was so unfair. She had never been anything. Just a whore, beginning to end. She rolled, but it did nothing. She just wanted to live! To become something! What did it matter if she won, only to die with nothing accomplished? She wept tears that instantly turned to steam on her face as flame overtook it. I can't put it out. Can't scream. Can't even... fuckin'... Her body body fell still as only a single line of string remained, and in an instant, that was gone too, and Marceline and Sid were just blood and ash on the only structure in the great expanse of waste.

Marceline's single eye came alive, wheeling all over. She was just on the couch, in a sweaty cluster of her clothing. She looked at the money on her kitchen counter and teared up. She remembered nothing between falling asleep and waking up, but she felt more emptiness than ever before. She buried her head in hands and let it flow freely, soaking into her gloves. She startled when a pair of arms materialized around her shoulders and looked up to see Cosmina's face directly in her own. Her sister picked up the blanket she had drug from her room and draped it over her half naked sister. Marceline smiled a little and hugged her back, letting her weary mind slip back away into sleep.