#fatality

Hi my name is Z! I spend my evenings playing 5e and making questionable financial decisions.

The Bloodbender

(idea is not original)

The speakers boomed out the bass, Nansy’s chest beating accordingly with the beats.

She danced as hard as she could; it was the only activity that could ease her stress from her work as a field agent.

*SLAM*

Despite the speakers up to their maximum volume, Nansy heard loud bumping from her door. She walked over to check it out.

“Who is this?” she asked, panting from her dancing as her heart still pounded through the bass.

“Your f*cking neighbor! Lower your dumb music!”

Nansy ignored the complaint and brought herself back to dancing for the next hour.

She suddenly felt a strange feeling inside of her limbs; they were getting too rigid and she started to feel trickling pain from the center of her chest.

The bumping on the door started again.

“I said lower your d*mn volume!”

“Piss off, it’s not even that loud!” Nansy retorted, still having a weird feeling inside of her body. “I swear, if you knew how hard my- HUCK!”

Her chest started to ache, not slightly, but brutally.

She instinctively pushed her hands on her left breast and felt her heart pounding very abnormally.

She then felt a sudden physical pull on her chest and her body smashed breast-first on the wooden door.

Nansy panted, her heart was beating irregularly; as if something was interfering with its natural blood flow.

The door slowly went ajar, an open hand entering the room first.

“This is why I told you to keep the volume down, darling… Your fast heart rate gets me high.. hahahaha..”

Nansy’s heart raced as the teenage girl put her hand down.

Nansy panted in panic and knelt down as she clutched onto her breast.

“What.. the hell.. was that..!?” she cried, feeling her heart ache and hammer restlessly.

“My name’s Anna. Nice to kill you too…”

Anna raised her hand again and Nansy felt all her blood suddenly move her limbs the way the girl wanted.

“No matter what you do.., you’re now my slave…”

Anna put more pressure in her hand and Nansy’s body flew across the room as her chest was pulled toward Anna’s hand as if it were a magnet.

Anna loved the feeling of her prey’s heart hammering in sheer panic and fear, with only the soft flesh and muscles blocking her way of touching the beautifully beating organ itself.

Nansy panted as Anna pushed into her chest, her fingernails already soaking into the skin.

“Huck.. no..!!” Nansy exclaimed as Anna’s fingers started to sink into the middle of her breasts gradually.

Nansy’s dark blue sports bra was no use in terms of protection. Her heart was already Anna’s.

Nansy started screaming in pain as her wounds bled with Anna’s fingers penetrating her skin.

“I feel the hatred and fear pumping within your heart, Nansy..” Anna murmured, pulling her fingers out, leaving 5 small holes on Nansy’s chest. “Time to feel it first-hand..”

Nansy couldn’t move.

Anna controlled her blood and froze her whole body standing still.

Anna pulled her right arm back and fired it straight into Nansy’s insides.

Nansy let out a short but terrifying scream as Anna’s hand violently bore through her fat and muscles and crunched through her rib cage to grasp her most vital organ.

Nansy felt the control leave her body as Anna relaxed her mind, but didn’t dare move an inch.

Her beating heart was in control of Anna, physically, as Anna squeezed the bleeding organ.

Nansy looked down, unable to see her insides herself, but saw Anna’s wrist covered in blood as her hand was completely hidden from sight while entering her insides.

“I have your heart, Nansy. Now what do you do? As I play with my toy inside of your chest?” Anna questioned, slightly twisting her arm to let Nansy how it feels to have her heart grasped alive.

“Huck..! Why are you doing this to me..?” Nansy said, frowning in both disbelief and excruciating pain.

“I told you to turn it down a little, didn’t I?” Anna replied, getting ready to take the source of Nansy’s blood and life. “Your heartbeats are so satisfying.. I love how your heart is so restless after dancing…”

Nansy felt angry but could literally do nothing.

Her life was in Anna’s evil hand.

“I can read your whole life purely with how your heart feels, Nansy. How much pain you’ve gone through. How much love you’ve felt with this heart. How much fear you feel. How much you’re worth.” Anna murmured. “And I’m about to tear out your dignity from your chest..”

Nansy yelled out in extreme agony as her own heart was fully ripped and torn apart from her chest, her last moments witnessing Anna smiling as she squeezed the warm blood out of the organ.

Anastasia panted in panic and rolled over to dodge Daisy ramming her blade into the ground. She felt her heart hammer in fear as she stood back up and began to enforce her skin with frost armor once more. But she had no time to waste. Daisy forked her blade on the sandy ground and stampeded toward Anastasia with her bare searing fists. 

Anastasia shot out a blast of frost in an attempt to hinder Daisy from progressing, and indeed, the power of the frosty desperation was quite formidable. Daisy formed an “X” with her two arms and protected herself with her blaze as the mini-blizzard shot straight at her. She wondered why Anastasia hadn’t thought of this before, in order to keep distance. 

But then she realized why. It was only for the first few seconds that Daisy felt the great push; after a few moments, Daisy was back on her pace, and could continue with her vicious charge. Anastasia was caught off-guard as Daisy flung her right fist at her left cheek, making her briefly fly down to the ground. Anastasia was in complete panic. She was utterly horrified of the power she had just felt on her face; any normal human would have had their skin burned off on contact. It was only fortunate for Anastasia to have been processing her facial glacier again, letting it take the damage, but not as much as the previous protection did. She could feel a bit of char on her skin and quickly pushed her hand onto it to cool it down. 

She rushed to her feet again. The only thing Daisy was admiring about Anastasia now was her capability of taking damage without fainting. However, she knew that the cryomancer was now nearly broken. Only a little more pressure was required.

Anastasia was now on the brink of her life; her blood circulation and respiration being the only two things that were active within her body. Not even the cold was helping her enough now. She wouldn’t run, however, for dignity’s sake. Yet, again, this was another mistake.

The melted ice and her sweat was now drenching her tight, sky blue apparel, which was practically the only thing covering her breasts along with her bra. It did not even come down to cover her waist. Nevertheless, Anastasia made her final attempt in making this at least look like fair fight. She panted and laid her glare sturdy upon Daisy’s breast. No matter how dissatisfying it may be, she could still aim one last icicle in between those two bulges and penetrate the pyromancer’s burning heart. 

It was too late. Daisy put in her last fumes to discharge at Anastasia fair and square, pushing Anastasia backward, hard onto the sandy surface. Anastasia let out a short shriek as Daisy impelled her flat onto the earth. She could now feel her heart almost burst out her blood, as if it were trying its last to fuel Anastasia with her blood’s energy. Her heart was pumping violently beneath her soft flesh as the skin shook microscopically with each beat hitting hard on her rib cage. Despite her heart’s exhausting labor, Anastasia did not even have the time to push Daisy off of her. 

Daisy punched and punched and punched; each blow empowered with the flames being fueled from the central organ. Both Daisy’s and Anastasia’s hearts were beating strong. Yet, the corresponding owners were of much different positions. Even the unthinking organs were fighting to nourish its possessors’ bodies. But as expected, victory was imminent.

Anastasia could barely move a muscle. Her arms, which were pinned down by Daisy’s sturdy knees, were now spread apart due to Daisy putting most of her violent and vibrant attacks in between Anastasia’s poor cranium and jowl. Anastasia’s right eye was slightly swollen while a thin stream of her blood rushed out the left tip of her lip. Her breath was now slowing down. It was now only the central, most vital, beating heart of hers which seemed to be alive inside of her. She could feel it. She could feel her own heart slam against the cell formed by her ribs, almost asking for her to stand up and beat Daisy down. But she knew she had no strength in her limbs or her entire body anymore. She was defeated. 

Not enough, in Daisy’s eyes, though. One thing remained. The prize. The best trophy a warrior could ever have in her hand. The finest sensation that could be granted within her grip; and it was pit-patting right beneath the trembling flesh of her crisp meal. 

Anastasia could only have slight glimpses of Daisy’s victorious yet focused expression as she acted for the last stunt. Fear overwhelmed Anastasia and her breath returned to its panicked, speedy pace as Daisy took off her armor plates for a sensational kill. 

Daisy took her body off of Anastasia. She stood, waiting for the cryomancer to regain her full consciousness. It was needed for her to feel entire process of torment. She wasn’t justgoing to be killed. She was going to be absolutely liquidatedby the rapid oxidation of Daisy’s heat. Daisy was ready to show Anastasia what “hell” really felt like. The Ember clan’s side of the audience cheered and, although aware that they could not hear anything, yelled out for the cryomancer to get back on her feet in order to let the execution process begin. 

Begin. It was another beginning for Anastasia. She couldn’t believe that the actual heartache did not even happen yet. There was going to be a literal heartache for her. She would rather the horror of the unknown. Yet, she knew exactly how she was about to be murdered, making her less intent to get back on her feet. The Frost warriors were now looking away or closing their eyes to cover the sight of her humiliating, excruciating death. Another sister torn apart by an arrogant pyromancer.

“I don’t have all day, you mediocre cryomancer…” Daisy mumbled, as she grabbed the middle part of Anastasia’s tight torso outfit and lifted her up. Anastasia gasped at such force and stumbled back with her feet flat on the ground. She lost her balance for a moment, but Daisy grasped her by the throat and restricted her shaking. Her limbs were fairly calm now, with her left leg making a helpless stomp behind her right, in a poor yet pointless attempt to stabilize her balance. Her head was slightly tilted back as her eyes could merely see a thin line of the clean, blue sky with the sun shining directly onto her face, as if it were making a spotlight for the audience to see clearly. Even her heart was slowing down now, as it gave up in reviving its pathetic owner’s strength.

Daisy glared at Anastasia in utter hatred and insuperable rage. Her eyes glowed orange once more as she rapidly pulled her left elbow back with her hand shaped suitably to take possession of the loot. She knew exactly how large it would be, as she blocked and held Anastasia’s offensive fist beforehand. 

She knew precisely where it was located.. Strictly where it would be beating…

At that moment, the tip of Daisy’s elbow was fired up and her hand streaked toward the objective. The second Daisy’s hand was hurtled, penetrated straight through the thin line of clothing, and embedded into the first infinitesimal layers of body tissue composing Anastasia’s soft breast, the sound of her flesh, her maroon blood, her pericardium, and her blood-bathed rib cage being sequentially ripped into by Daisy’s merciless hand echoed throughout the whole arena. 

“Ugh!!” Anastasia could not even scream properly, as the immensely excruciating, abrupt explosion of agony wreaked havoc within her circulatory system and the skeletal frame holding her thoracic organs in one place. Daisy’s thumb, index finger, ring finger, and her pinky were already grappling and almost implanting themselves correspondingly to the right ventricle, right atrium, left atrium, and the left ventricle of Anastasia’s surprised heart. Daisy could feel Anastasia’s organ pumping inward and out repetitively, regaining its speedy pounding as an intruder’s hand cramped its necessary blood flow. The whole circulation was being interrupted by Daisy’s tight grip. She could explode the heart and squeeze the juice out of it right this moment, but she decided to stay where she was, while she pressed her fingers onto the slimy surface of the panicking vital organ. She also loved the extra sensation of Anastasia’s two lungs on either side of her struggling heart hastily expand and contract repeatedly, showing how much pain and extreme discomfort Anastasia was really feeling as she could only directly feel the excruciating pain of her flesh being ripped into and penetrated, but could only try to withstand what was happening inside of her breast. Daisy found it even more satisfying that her hand and wrist wasn’t so wide enough to cause any visible damage to Anastasia’s pair of breasts, which would’ve been hanging powerlessly had Anastasia’s bra not been there to hold them in place. The real beauty was that the sports apparel and the bra themselves were contoured almost like an arrow to the entrance of Anastasia’s heart chamber.

It had been 50 seconds since Daisy’s fingers first wrapped themselves around each corresponding portion of Anastasia’s juicy, rapidly pounding heart. Anastasia hated the fact that she was still alive and awake. She could now start to feel the grip of Daisy’s fingers constricting her central organ, which she had never even felt before besides its constant, sexy beating. 

Daisy was now satisfied enough. It was time to uproot the organ out of its prison. Anastasia felt an unusual amount of force suddenly clench onto the very center of her soul. She could feel the blood being blocked by the fingers and the basilic veins in her arms started to show a unhealthy dark-blue color as they almost protruded out of her thin fat. Blood was continuously leaking out of the hole in her chest, but most of the blood pouring out was blocked by Daisy’s arm clogging it up. More and more blood rushed out of her body as Daisy spontaneously tugged on the beating heart with the pulmonary veins and arteries being the first to tear apart from what it held, and Anastasia’s aorta and superior vena cava being the last to hold on for the shortest moment onto the heart. 

Anastasia’s chest was forced outward as Daisy stole her heart from the center of her bosom, where the manubrium and rest of the skeletal bars held tightly together, only to be pushed into and now forced outside the surface due to the immense dynamism of the extraction. 

Anastasia’s could only maintain her balance for half a second, which was more than enough for Daisy to throw her right hand, grasp Anastasia’s loosened hair, and pull as hard as she could, ripping the flesh and upper part of the spine that directly attached her head to her torso. With the female cryomancer’s still-pounding heart in her left hand and her torn-off head in her right, Daisy swiftly forced the head into the empty chest cavity before the body fell backwards. Anastasia’s head was jammed into the tight hole as her eyeballs rolled backwards, showing the reddened part of her sclera as her essential blood was irregularly rushed and extracted from when Daisy was holding her bleeding heart while it was still intact with her insides. The protruded ribs formed a petal-like shape around the jammed head as well. 

Daisy was satisfied. She kicked down the deformed carcass and held the late warrior’s heavily leaking heart to the sky.

The Ember clan members yelled out in excitement as they saw the heart leak and pour relentless amounts of Anastasia’s crimson fuel onto the ground and onto Daisy’s blonde hair as she held it up high.

It was a cold, bright afternoon in the suburbs of Seoul.

Emily was tensed up with the cold air lightly passing her cheeks. She held her mask into place and squeezed down her cap. This was the first actual mission she was assigned to. The first kill.

She was lucky that the executives even gave her someone to pin down. Her failure was imminent just before her senior opened up the opportunity to prove herself. An opportunity for her to move up the ladder.

The mission was simple. Snow White protocol; ‘BRING US HER HEART.’ Emily made sure the address was correct: Seoul, Seocho Preston Apartment. 23rd floor. Her pulse increased as she walked through the automatic doors after inserting its password. She stood in front of the elevator and waited. The tension inside of her was rising. Her heart was pounding, half with ambition and half with fear, as she entered the elevator that carried her up to the unknown.

All Emily knew about the target was her name and her status: Ashley Breeze. She was an AWOL agent and cut off all communications with the headquarters a few weeks ago. Emily was sent to notify the price of such insolence. She exited the elevator and turned to the door on the right. 

It was almost exciting. Emily hadn’t felt such tension and nervousness in years. She never knew field work would be so intense during her years of training. She only hoped that the effects of the strength serum wore out for Breeze.

Emily, after a minute of calming herself down, pressed the mechanical doorbell. It had a lovely tune, a bit too much for one who was about to be murdered in broad daylight. Likewise, there was about 30 seconds of complete silence. Emily could feel her heart beating inside of her. She focused on it; pushed her combined three fingertips on top of her own left breast and felt it beat triumphantly between her two lungs. She could feel gentle push on her soft flesh every time the blood pumped through her core. She always thought that this phenomenon hid the importance of the human heart within one’s body.

She then felt it skip a beat as she heard footsteps from the apartment.

“Who is this?” It was Ashley. Her voice was trembling and extremely sensitive. She knew that she had to pay somehow.

Emily squeezed down her cap further and looked away from the camera installed into the mechanical doorbell. She now realized why her seniors always disliked working in Korea. These people had high-quality security cameras installed right into their doorbell. However, like it or not, Emily had to say something.

“Insurance,” she mumbled. “AWOL Insurance protocol..” The AWOL Insurance protocol could be explained straight from its name. A rogue protocol that could make AWOL agents disappear from any headquarter server.

To her surprise, Emily heard Ashley turn the door handle and push it open.

This was the moment.

Emily pulled the door ajar and grasped Ashley’s bare throat. Ashley gasped for air after such sudden assault and struggled to push Emily back. It was no use. Emily stood her ground and pushed Ashley into her own house. The door automatically locked itself as it closed.

Emily then threw a firm punch toward Ashley’s head, knocking her down to the white rug in the center of the living room. Ashley groaned as she strove to stand back up. Emily quickly took off her hat and attempted to pin her prey down, just as she was taught at the academy. Yet, Ashley was no easy target.

Ash expected the move and shot out her legs toward Emily’s stomach, making her fly back down to the ground. Emily began to panic. Her heart began to pound faster and faster as her limbs fought back the urge to shake.

“Who the f*ck are you?!” Ashley yelled, pulling herself back to her feet.

“Agent,” Emily stated. “You may now stop your resistance and surrender your life to the headquarters.”

“To hell with your headquarters,” Ashley replied. “I don’t need any more sh*t from you all…”

“Well, we’re not done yet, Breeze.” Emily ran toward Ashley and elbowed her to the big window. The glass shattered, making Ashley fall through and have glass panes cut and snip through her back. Emily could see the blood slowly flowing out of her victim. Ashley groaned and picked up the machete that she kept in her veranda. 

“You’ve made a bad mistake, sister,” Breeze mumbled as she approached Emily. Emily took out the knife she had on her belt and held her combat position. There was no need to fear the size of the blade if the wielder was not intimidating. The machete swung in front of Emily as she dodged, but realized the blade cut through her clothing, making a big gash on the chest of her sweater. Breeze gave a nasty smirk.

“Nice bra, you dog,” she taunted. “Must be a B or a C?” 

Emily felt enraged at the humiliation Breeze was giving her. Her clothing was being a nuisance. She grabbed and ripped the sweater even further from the gash and took it off completely. She now only had her amaranth sports bra protecting her flesh from the machete.

Breeze laughed and unzipped her own tracksuit and held up her chest triumphantly. Her back was still bleeding, but she did not give a sweat, as she was confident in defeating a newbie agent who was too emotional to kill her.

The two swung and dodged for at least half an hour, destroying practically everything in the house. Mirrors were shattered, the sink hose was cut down, and a few doors had menacing scars left on them, each with blades stuck into them. Emily and Ashley panted and sweated eagerly, throwing punches with the hope of at least subduing one another.

“AGGHH!!!” 

Emily stuck her knife into Ashley’s hip and pushed further to make sure it stayed there. Ashley panted in fear and pain as the blood leaked out. Emily climbed onto her victim’s body and swiped out the blade. Ashley whimpered and her eyes were bloodshot as Emily pushed her left knee hard onto the knife wound. 

Emily clapped her hand onto the left side of Ashley’s chest. She pushed down hard to feel the pounding more clearly. It was like art. The hammering beats were almost machine-like, as the organ tried its absolute best to supply its owner with more blood. 

“This little girl has more of a will to live than you, you weak mongrel…” Emily mumbled as she lowered her head to listen to the panic within Breeze. Ashley whimpered and gasped for her life as Emily pushed her ear onto the bosom. Emily enjoyed every last beat. She could almost hear the blood rushing in and out of the soft, fleshy muscle as Ashley’s numerous wounds bled out fast. The pumping of Ashley’s fast and strong heart exposed how much of an emergency she was in. Emily could hear all of it.

“You know what the strength serum does right?” Emily started. “It allows me to become at least three times stronger than a normal man. As far as I know, you still have that serum flowing through this little organ..” Emily pushed  Ashley’s breast to let her know how fast the heart beating by feeling its force through her flesh.

“But did you know that it doesn’t necessarily make your skin and bones impenetrable?” 

Emily swiftly pulled back her right arm and fueled her triceps to submerge her hand inside of Ashley’s chest. Ashley screamed in agony as the Emily’s hand puncture the flesh in the center of her chest, devastate her rib cage, smash through the pericardium, and seize her beating heart all in one go.

“So this is what it really feels like…” Emily murmured, giving Ashley a little heart massage. “Do you like it? You’ve never felt it yourself, but now I have. Have you ever fallen in love before? Has anyone been able to break your heart? Its pumps are so powerful.. I can feel all your losses and experience.” 

“Nnngh.. No.. Just do it..! I don’t need any… Uggh! More of your.. Huck..!” Ashley struggled to speak as Emily continuously squeezed and loosened her grip around her terrified heart. 

Emily paused the massage and grabbed the organ tightly, feeling the anatomy. 

“Do you want to know what your heart consists of?” she murmured, enjoying the scene of her prey struggling within her arrest. “This right here is your right ventricle, this here is your left. This part pushes all your oxygen-rich blood through your aorta which is… Let me see.. Oh, here it is! You feel that moving? Here, let me pinch it for a moment to let you know..” 

“Huck..! Huff.. Huff.. Huff.. Let me go..!”

Emily loved such mockery. It hurt Ashley’s dignity and name to have a newbie murderer force her hand inside her chest and lecture her the parts of her most important organ, first-hand.

“I know that you might have been a professional, Breeze, but now, so am I. Your time is over. This is your payment. Your heart not only pumps your blood, but it holds onto everything you fought for. Everything you lived for. Your passion, your dignity, pride, literally everything. I believe that’s why it’s so hot. And without it? You’re nothing. Just a cold, dead body with an empty cavity in its chest after a humiliating defeat.” Emily mumbled, tightening her grip around Ashley’s struggling heart.

“Mmf..!” Ashley felt the anger fuel her heart even more, but could also feel the blocked and faint pumping within it as Emily’s hand squeezed it tight. “Let me.. go..!! Get your hand.. out of me..!! It’s my heart..!! Let go of my heart..!!!”

Emily let out an evil laugh as she heard the most pleasant words drop out of her victim’s tongue. Ashley was pleading for her life. Emily had never felt such power before. To be able to hear her prey’s grovelling by threatening to end her life without a single ounce of effort.

“Too bad, senior.. I don’t even have to try in order to take this thing out.” Emily whispered. She leaned over and rapidly pushed her mouth to her victim’s, preventing Ashley from properly breathing by giving her a pleasant, deep smooch. Emily felt Ashley’s heart skip a beat. As soon as Emily finished her smooch, Ashley desperately gasped for breath, slightly feeling Emily’s tight grasp around her heart as the lungs expanded after inhaling.

Within that long gasp, Emily took the time to pull hard, splitting Ashley’s heart from her veins and arteries. The force was so powerful that it made Ashley’s rib cage stick open and properly give her the look of a lady who just had her heart pulled straight out of her breast. 

“You know, you’re gonna decay here anyway, so…” Emily grasped Ashley’s head and yanked as hard as she could, tearing off and shoved it right into the hole in her emptied chest. Emily smirked and stood back up on her feet as she saw Ashley’s bloodshot eyes roll up inside the eye sockets of her ripped head, with her long, blonde and beautiful hair now filling the gap between her two dead lungs.