What Goes Up... (open)

Hunter could hear the faint sounds of footsteps growing closer each second as he lay there on his face, the last bits of his lifeblood seeping from the fresh wounds in his body. Even as he was fading in and out of consciousness, Hunter was fully aware of what was about to happen. He was about to be executed like a stuck pig in the alleyway. Hunter was a strong man and one hell of a fighter, but the odds were against him this match. If only he were a bit stronger, a bit faster, a bit hardier. Maybe he wouldn't have fallen. But this wasn't the time to wonder about he he could have done better. After such a hard fight, all he wanted to do was sleep the pain away.

The wound in his chest made a sickening sucking noise as he breathed, the air pressure from outside collapsing the punctured lung. Even if Norek wasn't going to kill him then and there, Hunter had no chance of surviving on his own. Once the victor reached his stopping point right before the pool of blood that began to form around his body, he spoke of how the two of them were going to rip this place apart when they managed to meet again. The sound of this brought a weak smile to Hunter's lips. Even if his little brother was his primary focus, he sure as hell wouldn't pass up he chance to raise some hell, "We'll fuck shit up."

There was a loud snap followed by the sound of metal tearing through soft flesh as Norek squeezed the trigger on his weapon, sending one final arrow through Hunter's back and into his heart. There was a brief, sudden excruciating pain but it quickly gave way to a soothing warmth. As more blood poured from the fresh wound in his heart, and the soul began to leave his body, Hunter managed to squeeze out one last sound.

A laugh.

Hunter Kieff has been killed by Norek. His soul has been claimed.