A Gift To You

To the victor| Ganji |Joseph

A rough match was an understatement. Today in the ever, snowy, abandoned factory of Leo's memory. The cold was bitter and biting as always, leaving its victims on the brink of collapse.

He just wanted to go back to his room already. Take a bath, eat something warm and tasty, and then sleep. But that would be asking for too much.

So here he was, standing off against one of the more bitter and vengeful hunters, the photographer.

Void met charcoal eyes, and Ganji sneered at the man. He'd long since lost his cricket balls and his teammates. They were food for the worms now, and soon, would he and Helena. He didn't want to go down without a fight!

"What was that? Little worm?" He asked, Joseph's voice scratched, dropping and lowering in random pitches like a ruined record player. The cracks in his skin whistled with the wind as the man blinked his nonexistent eyes.

"I said I challenge you to a duel!" Ganji was covered in cuts and frozen,pink blood that clung to his body.

"A duel? The little maggot wishes to fight back?" He laughed. It made ganji shift on his feet uncomfortably.

"You've got nothing to lose, right? So then humor me! I win you, let Helena go. " Those were he terms, and he wouldn't budge, not even with the young college student trying to find the strength to sit up.

"You would die knowing it means nothing?"

"It does mean something." it was a sign of rebellion that he wouldn't let this hell hole change who he was as a person. He refused!

"How chivalrous" he stabbed his sword into the ground and took a photo of it," After you." He gave a mock bow as Ganji followed him into the camera world. Inside was warm, surprisingly enough, with no wind,sound, or even temperature. Everything stayed the same. The only thing he could hear was his breathing.

"You better keep your promise,"

"A gentleman always keeps his word. However, I will let you pick, I assume you don't trust me, so I will allow you to pick whichever word you fancy. "  his sabers pierced the ground, a slight curve in the both of them. He was never a fan of swords like this, but he could do it.

Leaning down, he grabbed the one Jospeh used in the real world, it handle well worn, but its blade was still as sharp.

"Very well then," standing a few away from ganji Jospeh raised his sword,"Come" he taunted and Ganji charged.

'All I need is one good strike! Just to handicap the bastard!' He swung down and winced at the sound of metal on metal clashing.

Joseph was strong, stronger than he gave the older man credit for! Was he always holding back!? And if that's true, just what was a hunters true strength!?

Running his blade upwards, Jospeh threw Ganji off balance and slashed at his chest, leaving a horrible gash. The man writhed in the snow, holding his gut and fighting back tears.

"That can't be all, Pick it up." he kicked his sword closer to the man, "Pick.it.up."  Was this all the batter could offer?

Ganji winced but climbed to his feet once again.

"This time... you're dead," he coughed, grabbing the sword tighter. Then he charged one last time and managed to dig his blade into josoehs side.'I did it!'

"Sloppy," Joseph sighs, yanking the blade out," Try again next time," and with a mighty swing, Ganji was no more .

Helenas body sat slumped in the snow as Joseph exited the camera world. He tossed the head next to Helenas frozen body and left.

They'd be food for the worms now.