Jim's Lean-To

"D-DEMETRI!!" I screamed an whipped out my scyth. I plunged it into its ital

OOc neither

ooc: You want control?
bic: The monster kicked me aside and howled in pain. It turned on Jim. I kept my eyes dimmly open to watched. I mentally scanned my body for injury. Two broken ribs. Two inch cut on my forearm, an inch one on my calf. My right wrist was fractured in three places. I focused on breathing and watched all that was happening.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" I screeched and slashed at it maw. I greatly feared she was bleeding internLly or something.
OOC no thanks you can keep controlling it

Ooc yeah.... Go Jim fight for yah girl

The monster; I named him Pedro; dodged the cut and swatted at Jim. His jaw was, however, slightly grazed by the blade. A stream of blood trickled to the ground, staining the grass a strange blue color. Ew. I breathed deeply and tried to heal the cut on my forearm. It was draining me drastically and soon I had to struggle with staying conscious.

The scythe caught Pedro in the throat and, with a loud shriek, he started to disentegrate(god, I need spell check). I smiled weakly. "Yay..." I whispered. My energy was almost completely drained. I struggled to keep my eyes open.

I kept slashing, just to make sure it was dead

OOC: Just to say something...Jim is finally a man....until Adrian meets him again.

Pedro was completely dead. I was truly impressed by Jim's bravery, which made me love him even more. My eyes closed slowly; my breathing ragged and shallow. I gritted my teeth in pain.

Pedro was completely dead. I was truly impressed by Jim's bravery, which made me love him even more. My eyes closed slowly; my breathing ragged and shallow. I gritted my teeth in pain.

Pedro was completely dead. I was truly impressed by Jim's bravery, which made me love him even more. My eyes closed slowly; my breathing ragged and shallow. I gritted my teeth in pain.

I opened my eyes a crack to see Jim's worried face. I smiled weakly and let out a broken chuckle that hurt my ribs. "Don't worry...I'm fine..." I whispered, lying. I was definately not fine.

I winced, the pain shooting as he tried to pcl me up. Biting my lip, a tear traced my cheek.

A little voice inside my head told me I'd kill her if I tried to bring her all the way to the infirmary. But the lean to wasn't far. She might survive. I carefully walked over to the lean to it was almost a ten minute walk and I was terrified I'd puncture her lung.

I held as still as possible as we reached the lean-to. My wrist was killing me. My ribs were bad, but not as bad as other wounds my stepdad came home with. The cut on my forearm was only halfway closed, as far as I could go without completely passing out. Otherwise, I was pretty good. Though my breathing could use some work.

I nodded. I lifted my left hand slowly and pointed to my right wrist, which was inflammed and limp-looking in places. I felt weak, like I let myself get hurt. Jim could've gotten hurt. I felt guilty.

I smiled. "Why are you so stressed out?" I whispered. I laughed once then winced. I hurried to fix my face as not to make Jim anymore worried than he was now.

I cried out in pain. More tears escaped. My wrist was on fire now, burning horribly.