Jack Abbot

“Fuck!”

Gwen jerks back out of the way of the swinging blade, narrowly missing getting slashed. She'd seen the woman, stumbling as if half-blind and looking lost as hell, while out on a walk. She'd had a bad feeling, a sharp, horrible thing in her chest — but a woman, wandering lost and alone at night? Gwen had tried to be nice and offer help.

The woman is wearing a tattered nurse outfit, and the blade in her hand is vicious as it swings at Gwen again.

“What the fuck!” Gwen snaps, and wheels her arm back, landing a punch on the bitch’s creepy faceless face. And then that face opens up into fleshy petals, and Gwen realizes she might be in some real fucking trouble.

The nurse is fast. Gwen manages to block another lunge with that scalpel, but then the nurse kicks her ankle and Gwen drops. The nurse follows, scalpel poised to come down on her face. For a flash, Gwen can see a grinning mask and wild, cold eyes, ratty hair and an axe. But then it's gone, and it's just the fucked up nurse above her.

Gwen catches her wrist with both hands, yelping involuntarily at how familiar this all is. She has to think fast. There's no Ernie or Finn or Mustang nearby. She looks around, trying to find someone, anyone, something to fight back.

There!

There's a metal pipe, broken off what looks like an old plumbing hookup. It's six, maybe eight feet away, and Gwen growls as she fights to hold back that arm. The nurse's mouth snaps and gnashes, drool landing on the wood at Gwen's back.

Wood. Wait a fucking second.

Gwen shifts and releases her hold, sending a prayer to Jesus as she does. The scalpel buries itself into the wood beside her ear. The nurse shrieks. As she tries to fight the scalpel free, Gwen rolls out from under her. She has every intention of running to that pipe and using it to defend herself. But the nurse tackles her, scalpel immediately forgotten.

“Eat a shit, you psychotic cumdumpster!” Gwen snarls, struggling. She doesn't have much time. This bitch is going to kill her if she doesn't get to that pipe. But she can't reach it.

Unless…

It's risky. It's fucking risky as hell, and if it doesn't work, Neil will never forgive her. But if she doesn't try, she's definitely dead. And Gwen isn't in the mood to find out if she'll be a ghost or not.

Closing her eyes, she lets her body go slack. A moment later she opens them, standing by the pipe. Her unconscious body is beneath the nurse, and Gwen turns to grab the pipe. It takes two hard pulls to rip it from the wall, severing the last feeble connection, and then she's running.

With a feral scream, Gwen swings the pipe up like a baseball bat, catching the nurse in the jaw before she can clamp that fucked up flower-mouth on Gwen's head. The nurse shrieks again, drooling blood, now, and Gwen swings the pipe downward, catching her in the back of the head. She lands beside Gwen's prone body, shuddering as she tries to push herself back up.

“Fuck! You! You mangy! Used-up! Cuntrag!” Every word is punctuated by a swing, the pipe hitting true with sickly thunks.

When the nurse finally stops moving, Gwen takes a shuddering breath of her own. She drops the pipe, bloodied and crumpled on one side now, and shakes her hands out.

She'll feel that in the morning.

It's only then, as she crouches beside herself to make sure she has no fresh injuries, that she notices the pair of shoes not so very far away. She snaps her head up, half-expecting another nurse. But it's not.

“Fuck,” she says again, realizing how this probably looks.

[ find Gwen(’s unconscious body) next to a dead Nurse anywhere in the city that works for your pup! Timed to after dark! If you can see ghosts, you can see Gwen's astral projected form. If you can't, wellllll… You definitely might have just seen a metal pipe floating a couple feet in the air before falling suddenly. Witness as much or as little of the fight as you want! Open to anyone! ]