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The cool air of the night sends goosebumps up the sensitive skin of Zanka’s neck. She resists a shiver and lets the calm of the darkness engulf her.
“Zanki~”
Her collar wrings out an awfully annoying voice; she rolls her eyes and ignores how that draws a giggle from the woman on the other line.
“What do ya want?”
She can practically hear the pathetic look on Jabber’s face,
“Aw, you act like I'm the bane of your existence. Look at the building to your left.”
Her voice turns from whining to amused in moments.
Looking over to it, she hears Jabber groan.
“You're other left, dude.”
“Not my fault, ya don't know yer left from yer right.”
She turns and watches Jabber jump from the roof of the building, Mankira digging into the side of it and slowing her descent.
“Yer awfully dramatic tonight.”
Jabber leans against the wall, studying Zanka for a moment before entering the door to the desolate building and walking in, grinning slightly when she hears the other woman follow her.
“How could I not be after you left me achin’ last time!” She turns to face Zanka once in the middle of the empty space.
“When I got back, I didn't have anything to stitch up, hardly a scratch on me!”
Zanka rolls her eyes and leans back.
“Didn't know ya were that needy.”
“M needy for pain Zanki. And if you don't give it to me, I may have to go to other suppliers.”
That makes Zanka's eyes narrow, and brings a sick sense of satisfaction to Jabber; she still knows how to play her girl like a fiddle.
Zanka stands straight and activates Assistaff, a blue aura engulfing her.
“If yer going to be like that, then come.”
“Don't bite off more than you can chew!”
She leaps forward, Mankira aiming for Zanka's stomach, and is roughly flung off by the metal of Asistaff's head, hitting her in the face. A sharp, cool spike cuts through the flesh of her cheek with ease.
A harsh tink noise is heard as it meets resistance, pain radiates through her face, she holds her newly out tooth on her tongue, and fights a moan when Zanka brutally rips the staff away from her, navy blue Assistaff now having streaks of red flowing down the side. She recoils, falling to the floor, and holds her head in her hands, prodding the hole in the side of her face with fevored, harsh movements. She then pulls one of the hands away and smiles at the red that now covers the tanned skin.
“Ah! Thats more like it!”
“Freak.”
She spits the tooth into her hands and grins, some stained teeth visible through the gash in her face. Her breathing quickens, and she looks at Zanka with a crazed, excited expression covering her face.
“Whatcha standing there for, man! Gimmie more!”
Zanka looks up at the kneeling woman, blue eyes making a chill run up her spine.
“Greedy girl.”
Jabber stands, aiming to slash her face, Zanka hits her arm with assistaff, causing a loud crack sound to fill the room along with Jabber’s screams, but she miscalculated her attack slightly. Mankira ricoshets, leaving scratches along her chest, ripping fabric, and drawing deep lines of blood from them.
“Gah-! Mfpt”
Looking down at the stains on her fabric, she twists Assistaff to lift her chin and effectively pin a currently unmoving Jabber to the wall. She moves towards the woman and replaces Assistaff with her hands, the skin almost radiating heat.
Assistaff falls to the ground, and blue eyes meet pink. A grin covers Jabber’s face.
“Ah~! Damn Zanki, you're doing me good!”
Zanka lets the spikes of anger that had been building up towards Jabber grow and consume her as she presses her hands deeper into her throat, still being careful not crush her windpipe, which would end her enjoyment much too soon.
Muffled noises come out of the flustered woman on the wall, and Zanka feels Mankira begin to dig into her waist. She removes one of her hands and punches Jabber’s face, a new stream of blood coming from her nose, her own stomach wounds becoming deeper, then uses the remaining grip on her throat to throw Jabber onto the ground.
“Fuck!”
Jabber lands on her stomach, and Zanka is quick to straddle her back. Quickly grabbing a hand mirror out of her bra, Zanka grabs dreads and forces Jabber’s head up, forcing a moan from the woman beneath her.
She opens the mirror and holds it in front of Jabber’s face.
“Yer so fuckin’ pathetic. Look at yourself, what I did to ya.”
Jabbers eyes flutter open, and she open-mouthed smiles as she sees just how destroyed she looks, licking some of the blood that had dripped onto her lips and humming pleasurably.
Panting, she looks up, and Zanka leans forward, letting pink eyes meet her gaze.
“Ready?”
Zanka's eyebrows furrow at the question, but she nods. Jabber smirks and flips them, the skin of Zanka's chin scrapes on the ground, and she feels Jabber grab her hair as she had done for her.
Her chest stays a few inches above the ground, and all of a sudden, she feels a harsh force in the middle of her back, resulting in a loud snap being heard.
“Augh!”
Jabber’s foot then finds the sensitive spot of the area she had broken and applies pressure to it; her vision fades out and back in, and she begins to feel lightheaded.
When she lets go, Zanka rolls over, and Jabber smiles down at her, a snarky yet loving expression directed at her.
“Mankira hittn ya now?”
“What-oh-”
Her vision is overwhelmed by swirling colors, and her injuries seem to radiate hot pain.
“What the fuck did you stab me with?”
Jabber grins and lies down beside her, laying her head on the blood-stained fabric of zankas chest.
“I found a new one just for you, baby.”
“Am I gonna die?”
Jabber looks up at her and frowns.
“Why doja sound so unknowing? We are gonna die.”
She can hear Zanka's heart rate increase in her chest, she sighs and her face calms, deactivating Mankira. She cradles Zanka's hand in one of hers.
“Es not gonna be scary- after you die that is. We’re organic, just gonna stay here and rot, maybe someone will find us and dump us in some trashy area together, hehe, maybe we will scare someone walking by, two skulls right next to each other, picked clean and weathered.”
Zanka can see it in her mind, a vision of her and Jabber rotting together, in almost nauseating detail.
“That isnt helping, Jabbs.”
“Just think. Everything youve done will be gone. There will be no expectations to fill, no people to fight. Just, decay.”
Her eyes soften, and she takes a breath, looking down at them and seeing the pool of blood that has been growing.
“That does sound kinda nice.”
“And we’ll be doing it together, don't ya find that appelin, being the cause of my- death.”
Coughs overcome Jabber for a moment, reopening what little had scabbed on her mouth.
They lie in silence for a moment.
“Do ya think we could have been happy? Like- different world, do ya think that we could have had something?”
Her tone is hopeless. Praying for something that will never come to her.
“Zanki. We do have something. I think you know it couldn't have ended anyother way, there ain't nothing wrong with this either.”
Zanka opens her mouth to say something, to deny that, to say that they could have had a good ending, but what about this meant that it wasnt good? What about dying next to.. Her lover would be that bad?
“J-”
“Take a breath, feeling tired?”
She looks down and nods. She does feel tired.
“Jabber, I love you.”
Her voice cracks, and her breath catches in her throat; the cold overwhelms and gives her a slight headache.
“I love you too.”
She looks down at Jabber, and she doesn't know whether it is the drugs or just her, but she looks like the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.
Closing her eyes, she puts her arms around Jabber. Thats what matters. She and Jabber, here. She lets herself look down at her for one last time, before the bloodloss for her, and the head trauma for Jabber, make this the last time they ever will.