This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

[notathreat]

WHO: Ellie + OPEN (Grab me if you want a custom starter, even if they haven't interacted yet!)
WHERE: Dreamscape!
WHEN: September 22-25 2512
WHAT: Ellie's managed to keep y'all out of her head until now, but everything's got a breaking point.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, death, torture, body horror (zombie-type), violence towards a teenager.

Radio Nowhere

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[notathreat]

[The gunshots, even so close to her, don't spook her at all. Ellie jerks closer to Jason, getting out of the way, and David jerks and grunts, body contorting disgustingly under the carnage, bleeding profusely.

He reaches out for her, but his bloody fingers grasp over her throat, cheek and jaw, leaving only smears and flecks of blood.

Once his fingers is already broken, inflamed, splinted, a bright and shining detail in the mess.

Ellie lets herself be grabbed, pressing herself to Jason's chest, twisting around. She uses two hands to point the glock, to pull the trigger.

The bullet goes point-blank into David's face, shattering a cheekbone and going through.

It doesn't slow him, though -- not the way Jason's bullets do.

He gives a hideous grin, almost gentle. And disappears. His voice wraps around them, along with the scent of heat, ash and blood.]

Knew you had heart.

You're special, Ellie.

[Ellie's breathing hitches again, the fear and pain ratcheting higher, the anger reaching a fever pitch. She can't fucking die here.]

Fuck you.

[Her voice is quiet, young, but twisted with everything she has. In her way, she's just as murderous as he is.]

[reneger]

( he's not even flinching, goddamn. whatever fucked up dream version this is, he doubts torturing him is going to do anything. so jason opts to cut his losses, reaches forward with his free hand to grab hold of ellie and yank her forward, onto him. where she's safe, where jason can shield her from this asshole. the gun doesn't lower, his expression doesn't flicker. he raises the gun still in his hand and fires the remaining rounds straight into david's skull.

trigger finger light and fast, twelve rounds straight into david's face.

if he gets up after that, jason doesn't know what the hell to do. stab him a billion times? he's down. he could go for it. rip him up to bits and pieces until he's nothing more than fleshy bits on the floor. )

[notathreat]

[Jason's bullets work where hers don't. The ghost of him tries to fade out, but instead he's forced back to blood and bone. The carnage is so detailed, it's abundantly clear that Ellie's had a front-row seat to precisely this type of death before.

David falls to the ground, blood and thicker things grotesquely splattering the carpet, and Ellie's rapid breathing, the crackling of the fire, filters back in. Her back is small and thin against his chest, every breath painful and shuddering.

She coughs, hard, and puts her hand on his arm where it rests across her, holding her to him. It leaves a streak of blood.]

Are you okay?

[Her voice sounds older now, closer to what he's used to from her.]