Kurt & Randy VIII Misc. RP [M]
 

Randy VIII rushed to the hospital as soon as he'd heard about Seven. He knew what Kurt was capable of, and he knew that his brother's immune system was compromised. The news wasn't bound to be good at all... God damn it, Seven. It was one time where looking after his little brother would be more harm than help.

Seven's condition had been stabilized, but his eyes had been bandaged so they could heal and due to his compromised system there would potentially by issues with the tissue of his arm healing....

Randy VIII was relieved to find that his brother was stable, but deeply concerned nonetheless. "Why'd you have to go an' mess with Kurt?" he wondered aloud.

"Cause he hurt you... I was gonna get rid of him for good when I found out how nuts he is," said Seven.

"Don't you go near 'im again!" Randy VIII warned with a growl. "He coulda killed you! If I'da known you was gonna get involved, I woulda told you right off. You think I'd be this involved with him if he was just an average human? Stay the fuck away from Kurt!"

Seven groped around blindly for his brother's hand, "I think I learned my lesson...but Baby Boy I don't want you near him either. He's not right, he's got so many emotions mixing around in him I think it's made him crazy," he said.

Randy VIII sighed and held Seven's hand, giving it a nuzzle. "I know," he said softly, though audible underlying tension remained in his voice. "But you know I can't just stay away. If this is gonna end, we're gonna end it face-to-face." The more his spoke, the more of the previous growl returned. His intentions were clear: knowingly baited or not, he was going after Kurt.

"You know he only lef' me alive cause he wants you to go after him..." said Seven, running his fingers over Randy VIII's cheek.

"Yeah... Well, he's gonna get what he wants," said Randy VIII. "Don't nobody get away with this."

"Eight, you know I love you...but this gotta end, this thing you got with Kurt, it ain't healthy, that man ain't healthy," said Seven.

"It just might," Eight replied ominously. He gave Seven a gentle kiss. "I love you, big brother. I'm going to get him."

"You be careful!" said Seven.

Randy VIII stroked his hair in response before heading out the door. No matter what Seven had done--or tried to do--to Kurt, he wasn't about to stand for anyone attacking his big brother. The fact that Kurt not only would have killed him, but had only not done so to use him as bait only made Randy VIII angrier. A bellowing growl rose up in his chest to announce his presence as he neared Kurt's home, knowing that Kurt would be waiting for him out of sight. He lowered his shades and sensed for Kurt rather than simply bursting through the gate.

Kurt was hidden among his roses, waiting for Randy VIII to get close before he pounced...

As soon as Randy VIII realized where Kurt was, he froze, locking his eyes on the rose bushes. He might have smiled had this been a "normal" encounter, knowing that Kurt intended to use his allergy against him. As it was, though, he took a few purposeful steps toward the roses in order to draw Kurt out of them.

Kurt tensed, like a coiling snake, but he did not move from his roses...Randy was going to have to go in and get him or give up now...

With a snort, Randy marched forward again. With adrenaline pumping through him, he wasn't likely to feel any pain from the roses or from Kurt, though itching and eye-watering were obstacles all their own.

As soon as Randy got close enough Kurt bit his shoulder with a snarl.

Randy whirled around not to strike him, but to grab him.

Kurt growled and ducked away, biting Randy hand, retreating, ducking around him, biting off one of his ears in a swift, lightening quick motion and withdrawing deeper into the roses.

Randy growled again and went crashing through the plants, eyes pouring tears and nose dripping blood as he refused to allow a series of sneezes to slow him down. Picking up scrapes and gashes that he never felt as he went along, he trampled the bushes and thorns to get to Kurt. His visibility was limited, but he had little need for it by comparison. He could feel where Kurt was, hear him, smell him. And he was not going to stop for a second until he had him, even if he had to destroy the entire garden.

"Come on then you coward! Come and get me!" Kurt snarled as he lead Randy around through the thick growth of his garden, "Don't even think about running off to get another one of your siblings to fight your fights! The next person that comes to take your place in our conflict will die!"

"You think I'd send my brother to come pick a fight with you?!" cried Randy VIII as he destroyed yet another rose bush. "That'd be pretty funny if it weren't so damn insulting!"

"You don't have a scrap of honor, why shouldn't I think you'd send someone else to fight for you? You attacked an unarmed man without provocation, am I supposed to believe there are no lows you wouldn't sink to? Am I you piece of shit?" Kurt snarled as he ducked away from Randy VIII.

"I don't care what you believe," said Randy VIII. He stepped over more plants, spotted Kurt, and grabbed him.

Kurt bit deep into Randy's arm and struggled, growling and snarling.

Randy ignored the biting long enough to emerge from the decimated roses with Kurt in tow. After a violent sneeze which sprayed flecks of blood down the front of his shirt, he repositioned Kurt so that they were front-to-back, not letting go of him for an instant. He coiled his tentacles tightly around him to restrain his arms, neck, and upper body.

Kurt struggled and thrashed, panic rising in his chest at the familiar position, "NO! NO! I'll die before I let you do that to me again!"

"I didn't come here to fuck you," growled Randy. The tentacles tightened around his arms with notably greater force than any Randy had used to restrain him in the past.

Kurt froze, then he started to laugh, softly at first but then the sound bubbled into a loud cacophony of harsh vocal bursts, "You're going to kill me!" he said, "You're going to end this!"

Randy growled again, making his feelings clear as the tentacles tightened until there was an audible snap. Unlike their previous encounters, this one brought Randy no enjoyment. There was anger, something which he had never felt toward Kurt before, and even without speaking, the difference was apparent.

Kurt grunted as his ribs buckled, "Ah, now you're angry....so you do feel anger and pain....just like I do," he gave a weakened laugh, "It's not fun, is it? When you're on the other end of the hurt...hehehehah..haha..."

Randy VIII gave him a twist and sent him face-first into the ground with another crack, then pulled him back up again. "Yeah, you managed to find the best way to get to me," he hissed, "and I can't let it happen again."

"Then tell your family to stay out of our battles!" Kurt wheezed, blood spilling between his lips, "Any man who comes to fight me is inviting his death," he coughed, "I will kill to protect myself....without discrimination,"

"I know," Randy VIII replied grimly. He turned Kurt enough so that he could face him again. "That's the problem, sug'. I told my brother to stay the fuck out of it. But who's to say you won't cross paths with my family again, regardless of what I tell 'em?"

Kurt gave Randy a crazed grin, his grey eyes suddenly misting with tears of rage and agony, he tilted his chin, exposing his throat to Randy, "Well....I guess you'd better kill me then!" he growled.

Randy eyed him for what seemed like a long time, teeth bared in preparation. A single powerful bite would have done it, ending the ongoing fight for good. Ending Kurt. The war would be over, and despite what he'd previously thought, Randy came to the sudden realization that he could live with that. The thought of stopping their battle, the thing he'd so enjoyed for years, was not what made him hesitate. It was Kurt. Despite his anger, despite the threats, it was not the fighting but Kurt himself that Randy VIII couldn't stand the thought of losing. And now he held Kurt's very life in his hands--or perhaps in his tentacles--and the urge to take it from him was slipping rapidly. He relaxed a bit, his expression softening and his tentacles loosening their grip, though not enough that Kurt could have wrenched himself free if he'd tried.

Sensing his hesitation Kurt bared his own teeth, his ribs were broken and blood from a punctured lung ran down the sides of his cheeks, he had nowhere to run, he couldn't run, he couldn't fight back, what was Randy VIII waiting for? "Are you a coward?! If you have the gumption then do it!" he snarled, spraying Randy's face with his blood, despite the agonizing pain that shot through him he jerked his own head forward and snapped his teeth at Randy's throat in a warning, "It's me or you! Take your pick! End it now! I grow tired of games!"

Randy's eyes narrowed and he thrust Kurt back onto the ground with as much force as he could gather. His tentacles retracted and took the form of hands again, and he righted himself. "I might be your enemy," he sighed, "but you aren't mine."

Kurt let out a sharp cry as he hit the ground, he sucked in a pained breath, "You are my enemy.....and I hate you..." he breathed, "And....I want you to disappear from my life..." his narrow chest rose and fell painfully and his arms were crooked at his sides like broken wings....