The Final Act (RP. II)

[Kasper Van Slam]

Kasper followed David outside her rage and contempt boiling over as soon as the cool night air touched them.

Slam3: ”Kasper it wasn't personal, Daddy thou-”

In a scream of rage Kasper grabs David from behind, whipping him around and punching him in the mouth that had him stumbling back a little. He laughed holding his bottom busted lip.

Slam3: ”Alright I deserved th-”

Kasper ties up with David who was still surprised, she knees him in the groin and comes across the bridge of his nose with an elbow. Realizing Kasper wasn't backing off and charging back David dodged and shoved her away, she came back and David jabbed her in the jaw. The pair then began exchanging blows with each other, Kasper landing with her left hand and David his right, each of them eating blow after blow. David finally throws Kasper into the hood of a car, Kasper comes back at David tackling him into the front of a car across from them. Kasper lands a few ribs shots before David elbows her in the back of the head followed by bringing his knee up to connect with her face, the blow sets Kasper upright spraying blood and spit into the air and then shove kicks her in the gut. David charges the bent over Kasper aiming to plant a knee into her face but Kasper grabs David around the throat with both hands lifting David off the ground and slamming him first on a car hood before tossing him onto his back.

Kasper: ”You piece of shit!”

Kasper kicks David a few times, as she bends down to pick him up he spits a mouthful of blood into her face and with both feet planted in her stomach he propels her away from him and she slams to the ground on her back.

Slam3: ”I'm a Slam ..*he spits again; standing up*..an equal opportunist bitch, get up let's settle this.”

Kasper rolls over on all fours, David charges punt kicking her in the gut and when he tries again Kasper catches his leg clean jerking him off his feet. Kasper climbs on top and begins to wail away at her brother until he pulls a switchblade stabbing Kasper in the shoulder to which Kasper let's go and falls off David.

Kasper: ”CUNT!”

Pulling the knife out with a spray of blood Kasper turns to a rising David, she rushes him clotheslining David and herself over a barrier falling twenty feet to the lower parking lot. David lands on his shoulders crumpled up like a dinner napkin while Kasper lands solely on her right shoulder. When both of them get up again they both are bleeding, both have torn clothes, and their faces are cut up from the road rash burns on their faces. They stare at each for a long time, heavy breathing, and seething in their hatred for each other.

Slam3: ”You done?”

Kasper: ”NOT even close…”

Slam3: ”let's finish then…”

And the pair charge each other again, both landing haymakers at the same time…to be continued.


…..later that night
.....

Kasper sits on the bottom step of her camper when the scene unfolds. As she pulls splinters of wood out of her shoulder and neck bloods pools under the steady drips from her face; her hair was clumped and dried to her forehead by blood, her bottom and top lip were split, her left eye was swollen but not as much as her nose, and above her right eye a large swollen pump knot.

Kasper: ”Crane…”

She spits a mouthful of blood before picking out a broken piece of tooth.

Kasper: ”...time is ticking, the clock is winding down and before too long we'll be locked inside the Terror-dome. No dirtbag family. None of your goons. Just you and me, and dammit I've never felt more ready to end this! It has been a long time coming, I can't go any lower then I've fallen already so what more could you do? What can the great Wesley Crane do in his final act to destroy me? Destroy my spirit? NO ONE'S GOT ONE IN THIS BUSINESS!”

Kasper pauses to pull a large jagged splinter from her arm.

Kasper: ”All you can do at this point Crane to really finish me off…well you dumb prick it involves crushing the last blood pumping organ I got left in my body, my heart, and as wounded as it is Crane it's still beating…*she pounds the left side of her chest; rhythmic like a heart*...and as long as it beats you can't crush me, you will HAVE TO KILL ME CRANE!”

Kasper grunted and groaned as she leaned back against the step behind her, a blissful yet pain fueled smile was on her split lips.

Kasper: ”....and you ain't that dog. You ain't that man.”

She laughs out loud before a fit of coughing up blood cuts her short. Hawking a lung up of snot, blood, and spit Kasper leans forward again.

Kasper: ”...it's our final act Crane, at the Battle of Britain we finish this once and for all. Win or lose, I will be the bigger MAN and I'll walk away. You don't bother me anymore because I know you bleed, you know I bleed, and we both always live to fight another day because that's who we are.”

Kasper rises from the steps turning to walk up them and into the camper, but she pauses at the top.

Kasper: ”...see you soon.”