Snippet #2233395

Blue Jay couldn't feel the pain anymore. She couldn't hear her own thoughts, let alone the thoughts of those around her. Her brain was going haywire, her vision blurring, and each move she made was jumpy and almost not connected to her brain. She was an electrified, hot wired, crazy mutant bird kid supposed to kill one Valentine, who was probably on the verge of insanity. Worst of all, she felt like her ribs were cracked, maybe from being hit, or hit into something really hard, and she didn't know why. THat was how messed up her brain was right now. She didn't know if she was being electrified, or if they had just stopped electrocuting her. Either way, you could tell she wasn't thinking straight. In front of her, she thought she was seeing double, but it was really just the two Valentines duking it out.

Blue Jay tried to get up, but moving seemed impossible. The only thing that seemed to be working was her wings, and she was sensible enough to flap them open, managing to whack them off the concrete wall she was slouched against in the process. Her eyes were trying to focus on the fight in front of her. She needed to do something...but what? She caught sight of a flash of red and knew which one was the right Valentine. Which one indeed. Kill the real Valentine and get help, possibly healed, maybe even protection. Or kill the fake Valentine, save the guy who had saved her, possibly get seriously hurt in the process, still be on the run, and still be out of place in this world. Blue Jay sighed. Her mind was made. Sort of...it's really hard to know if your mind is made when it is all a jumble from being electrocuted.

Blue Jay knew if she got involves in the fight, she would get hurt, no question. But she already was hurt wasn't she? Suddenly, thoughts screamed out at her. Both Valentines seemed to be thinking about gaps in the armor they were wearing. How could she hear thoughts when her brain was like scrambled eggs? How would she know? her brain was scrambled eggs! Blue Jay looked around for something sharp, and saw a long sword peeking out of a guitar case (one of Audra's katanas) and with out thinking, she managed to half fly, half crawl over to it and pick up the sword. Flapping harder, she pulled up into the air, her legs limp, her left hand holding her stomach, and her right hand holding the knife. Her eyes were set on the one she wanted to kill, and right now, his back was exposed, a gap in the armor slightly open. However, like any normal fight, he moved, and her chance was lost, only for another one to arise.

Her wings worked fast and clumsily to propel her forward, the sharp blade held tightly. She dove forward, and the Valentine's were to involved in the fight to even attempt to block her, or notice her even. They were to worried not to get knifed in the skull or shot in the head. Blue Jay tucked her wings in, angled downward, and dove. Her knife was held firmly in front of her, and her eyes were set on the Valentine she wanted to kill. Her brain didn't even recognize she had hit her target until his blood dripped down her fingers. She had hit him all right. Right in the neck, in between two plates of armor. The Valentine was frozen, mostly out of shock, but also out of pain. Blue Jay saw the knife on the other side, and she almost threw up. She didn't know if he was dead, nor did she care. He had tried to kill Valentine.

The real Valentine.

Blue Jay looked up at the real Valentine, no knife sticking through his neck like the very unfortunate one at her feet, mouth somewhat agape. Blue Jay dropped to her knees, then said two simple words. "I'm sorry," before loosing consciousness. From what? Heck if she knows. Blood loss? Electrocution? Her massive injuries? Exhaustion?