Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
That laugh, that grin - they simultaneously drove Aiden further into a panic and further into a murderous rage. His mind raged and roiled, fury and fear pounding in his veins --
Sick psychopathic insane god damn monster I will not let you kill me you son of a bitch I am not going to die, not here, not now, not even in a dream even if this feels like it's real, even if i should have woken up by now, you're NOT GOING TO WIN
-- and then he could breathe again, and breathe he did. Aiden gasped hard when Vlad's hands loosened just enough for him to get back a little air, but didn't stop digging his nails into the bastard's hands. As his vision cleared, he felt his head being lifted - there was only one reason for that, but what could he do to stop it? Vlad slammed his head down into the stone of the ground and sparks exploded in front of his eyes.
Still he fought - kicking, thrashing, clawing wildly at Vlad's hands and arms, trying to make him bleed, get him off. He knew he wasn't screaming and he was damn sure it wasn't Vlad, but someone was, and it was in his ears, echoing all the way into his mind. Or maybe it was the other way around. Someone was screaming the same things he was thinking, raging insanity and hatred and death death death kill him kill him KILL HIM. There was nothing around to grab, nothing but the huge stakes and the mannequins. He wanted to curl his hand into a fist, imagine up something to attack with - a stake, why not - but it apparently wasn't his dream, and all he could do now was fight, tooth and nail, to win.