Klaus Wulfenbach (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myblimpisbigger) wrote2011-05-30 08:36 pm
myblimpisbigger) wrote2011-05-30 08:36 pm
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Twenty: In Which Shit Gets Realer Than Ever [Locked to Ples and Hiccup]
[About mid-day Monday, Klaus puts out a phone call. It's filtered to a very specific person: the person he has been tasked with murdering. Ples Tibenoch.]
I would like to meet with you, preferably somewhere secluded. Makeout Point is likely deserted at the moment and would be ideal.
If you have been given a weapon, bring it.
[He hangs up without waiting for a response and makes his way out of the house. If he stops and pauses to think about this, he'll be forced to confront what Garviel has been saying all along: he's being a fool. His notion that this is a test, that something can be gained from playing along, is worthless in the face of the fact that he is doing nothing but harming someone he gave his direct oath to protect.
But he is Klaus Wulfenbach, and he cannot back down. So he waits at the appointed area, pistol tucked into his coat, for Ples to arrive. He was, of course, unable to tell Ples why he was so intent on meeting during their call -- it was part of the rules, after all -- but he felt confident the man would show up either way. Ples Tibenoch never misses an appointment and is never late. They had agreed on 3:00 PM being an acceptable time. It is 2:59.
Time is almost up.]
{ooc: Sorry for the post being so shut; I'm hoping my previous open post makes up for that, and I'll try to do another big open one after this event is over!}
I would like to meet with you, preferably somewhere secluded. Makeout Point is likely deserted at the moment and would be ideal.
If you have been given a weapon, bring it.
[He hangs up without waiting for a response and makes his way out of the house. If he stops and pauses to think about this, he'll be forced to confront what Garviel has been saying all along: he's being a fool. His notion that this is a test, that something can be gained from playing along, is worthless in the face of the fact that he is doing nothing but harming someone he gave his direct oath to protect.
But he is Klaus Wulfenbach, and he cannot back down. So he waits at the appointed area, pistol tucked into his coat, for Ples to arrive. He was, of course, unable to tell Ples why he was so intent on meeting during their call -- it was part of the rules, after all -- but he felt confident the man would show up either way. Ples Tibenoch never misses an appointment and is never late. They had agreed on 3:00 PM being an acceptable time. It is 2:59.
Time is almost up.]
{ooc: Sorry for the post being so shut; I'm hoping my previous open post makes up for that, and I'll try to do another big open one after this event is over!}
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I know I am not your target, Ples. But I... The... The person I have been tasked with killing is someone I care very much about. I am not pleased with the assignment but I have hope that they will, in time, understand my motivation.
[It's the closest he can get to disclosing who his target is. Ples should understand.]
We have to finish this duel, now that we have started. And if you can't do it, your other half will.
[He feels heartless saying it even as it leaves his mouth. Is he really doing this? Is he really putting his pride and his inability to back away from what he perceives as a dare on Mayfield's part before the safety of this man? Putting the success of a half-conceived counter-experiment above the trust he's worked so hard to cultivate between them?
There's no turning back now. Heartless or not, it is Ples's turn to shoot. All Klaus can do is wait.]
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How.. I'm sorry... I...
Wil̢l ̷g̡iv͞e ̸my̴ ̵reg͢a̧rds ͡to͡ ͞Hic̡cu̵p̷.́
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Klaus.
Klaus is.
Klaus is dead.
No.
No.]
NO!
[Without even thinking Hiccup rushes from his hiding place, the axe in his hand practically forgotten because all he can think about is KlausklausklausDADKlausnonono and he falls by his side, the axe dropped beside him.]
nonononono
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H-Hiccup! Hiccup! Oh, oh no, I didn't know oh no, oh Hiccup I- he was going to-
No!
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what does he do
he can't do anything
there is nothing he can do
this isn't like the time he killed klaus no that was different that was different that was so different this time he doesn't even know if klaus will ever come back
the town talks like
they won't
he's not coming back
he's gone
he'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgone
and ples did it
that man over there
Hiccup isn't sure what the deal with him is
he doesn't really understand
but he did it]
why
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I, I didn't... he was... he was going to kill me, I... he... he- Hiccup, please, you must... understand... I didn't want to, but he did! I tried not to!
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looks at him
his face is blank he just can't
he can't
if he thinks he'll just
it's too much he can't process it]
who are you talking about
and why should i care
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Because... because I need you to run. I can't... I can't do this, but he, the one that killed Klaus, he will, I need you to go-
I ̢c̢an m̧ak̢e t̛hi̕s a gam̸e͟, ̸it̸ w͞il̶l ̴be s̴o mu͡c̸h eas̨i̶er!̷
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He's different now. Like... there's two people in the same body.
Hiccup doesn't understand how this is possible, but he can understand that he killed Klaus.]
What do you want.
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I̶ told ͡y͝ou ͢to ŗun̢.̷ So̷, ̧d̵o͜ şo.
H͡in̕t͡,͢ ͘hint͘.́
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he should be scared
he should be so scared
but he's not
he's just
angry
He has had enough of this town and its stupid tricks, forcing friends to kill each other.
So he's not going to indulge some weird second personality living inside of Klaus's friend.
No.
He's had enough of running.
He's going to pick up his axe
and he is going to stand
and face Ples]
No.
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D͘íd̶ yo͠u şay͞ ̀no?̸ ͢F̴ìne.
I͢'҉m̵ ̨r͟i͜g͜ht͞ here̡.
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He can't. Kill him.
He killed Klaus.
Maybe he doesn't have to. Maybe he can just. Cut his arm or something so that he can't shoot.
He killed Klaus.
But.
He killed Klaus.
He killed Klaus.
Hiccup takes a deep breath
and charges toward Ples, axe raised]
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The pain is enormous. But Hiccup's felt worse.
He killed Klaus.
It's all he can think. There is no voice questioning his actions anymore. There is no more control. There is only the anger, the sadness, the fear, and behind it all, the hope that maybe if he does this, he'll be accepted.
So he gets back up. It takes some effort, but he does it. He grips his axe more tightly. He closes the distance between him and Ples.
And he swings.]
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Please, no! Stop, please I won't do this to you, I won't do anything, you need to believe me! F-F-Forgive me, please! He'll be b-b-ba-back, he has to be! Y-y-y-you need to believe me, it wasn't my fault! I di-d-didn't want this!
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Yes he was angry, and yes this man had been trying to kill him and his shoulder is bleeding and it hurts it hurts it hurts but
he sounds so
desperate
so he hesitates, axe raised.]
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I'͏m ͘no̴t ́g͠o҉ing̴ t̛o l̢e̕t͟ ̀that̢ ͢sca̡re҉ m̕e,̛ ́yo͏u ̵k̀n̕ow͡!
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The axe falls toward Ples's shoulder.]
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And then the reality of what he's just done hits him.
What has he done.
What has he done.
whathashedonewhathashedonewhathashedonewhathashedonewhathashedonewhathashedonewhathashedonewhathashedonewhywhywhy
he turns
and, covered in blood, only some of which is his,
he runs for town]