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Posted: Thu, 27/11/2014 04:00 (9 Years ago)
Boyd felt a set of eyes on him and looked up to find Colonel Ives watching him from across the table. Suppressing a shudder, he glanced back to his untouched plate, leg throbbing painfully. Abruptly aware that everything was silent, the captain's head rose swiftly to discover that he was alone with the cannibal. Mouth dry, Boyd took a sip of water, carefully avoiding Ives' gaze but keeping him in sight. Once several minutes had gone past where neither man had moved, he grew irritated. "What do you want, Colonel?"
"Careful, Boyd," Ives snapped, putting out his half-smoked cigar. "Keep talking like that, and I'll personally remove your tongue." Boyd's mouth clicked shut and the fear returned to his eyes, much to the colonel's delight. "Now, can't we just put our differences aside and work together?"
"You killed them," the captain growled, clutching his knife defensively when Ives stood. Hastily retreating as his enemy approached, he tried to keep the table between them, but soon found that mere feet separated them. Unprepared for the cannibal's lunge, Boyd was slammed into the wall, weapon falling to the ground. Grunting from the impact, he fought to free himself of Ives' grip, but the colonel swiftly threw him to the floor and stepped on his injured leg. Bellowing from the intense pain, the captain felt the freshly healed bone crack under the pressure, blackness crowding his vision. A surge of adrenaline coursed through his body, giving Boyd the strength to knock Ives off his back and clamber upright, panting heavily.
"So you do still have some fight left in you," the cannibal drawled gleefully, dark gaze insane. Checking to make sure no one was in sight, Ives regarded Boyd thoughtfully before grinning. "Well, since you want to kill me so bad, let's have a match. No weapons, just our hands. The one who falls unconscious first will have to do exactly what the other says. Deal?"
Boyd nodded, gingerly testing his broken leg, which gave out the moment he put any weight on it. Hearing the colonel chuckle, he simply glared up at him while wiping sweat from his forehead. Any insult died in his throat when he saw meat dangling in his adversary's grasp, blood dripping to the ground. Knowing that he could only beat Ives if his wound healed, the captain snatched the cooked flesh and bit into it, ignoring the cannibal's triumphant laughter.
End part one. Part two tomorrow.
[R.I.P J2 (Granny), aged 105]
Posted: Thu, 11/12/2014 03:30 (9 Years ago)
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[R.I.P J2 (Granny), aged 105]