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The Death of Mordecai Pt. 2

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Mordecai
 
The blade is nearly embedded in Valerie’s chest and neck before the guns go off, and he does actually back off for a moment. The bullets are doing considerable damage to his limbs and torso, but it seems like his mind just isn’t comprehending how much he should be losing right now. Holding up a hand, Mordecai deflects two more rounds and reaches out, clutching out toward Valerie’s throat. His longe fingernails just barely scrape against her skin, and his snarling deepens. If he can just snuff out one of them, both of them will fall.
 
 
Matilda
 
Throwing two more vampires off of her, Matilda flings her entire body weight across the floor, tearing herself out of the pile of undead and grabbing Mordecai’s sword with both hands. She rolls over, swinging the thing with great effort and lopping the heads off of three vampires at once. Panting, she gets back to her feet and screams a primal cry, swinging the sword right down at the back of her father’s head. “Just DIE!!!”
 
 
Mordecai
 
He immediately turns away from Valerie, leaving her throat intact and reaching out. His sword comes full stop as soon as it touches his skin, not even cutting into it like Valerie’s did. “I already have,” comes that quiet, raspy voice, and Mordecai’s face hardens. Ripping the weapon from his daughter’s hands, Mordecai shoves her back a few feet, swinging the sword and VERY suddenly cleaving Matilda’s left arm right off of her body.
 
 
Matilda
 
There’s that shocked look again, but it’s much more contorted and painful this time around. Her primal scream turns to a strangled cry, and she falls over backwards onto the floor. Blood pops from her mouth and spews from the wound where her arm used do be. “Guh…” Unable to process what had just happened at first, she finally looks up at Mordecai, clutching the bloody stump protruding from her torso and coughing a little. “N… Now, Valerie!”
 
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie was lucky to have only been barely cut by the blade of her own sword because of Mordecai. She kept up that barrage of bullets until Mordecai deflected a couple and reached out to grab her throat. The shifter felt his nails graze her throat. Sharp as claws, they seemed. All she truly cared about right now was making sure Matilda lived through this. Even if it meant her own death. But before Mordecai could do anything Mati got his attention as she swung her father’s blade down towards the back of his head. Valerie, in the mean time was catching her breath. So much movement… The sight of Matilda’s arm being taken right off her body caused Valerie to hesitate. A moment like that was not something she expected to see. Not something she wanted to see. But it happened anyway. It took Valerie a moment, because just like Mati, she was in shock at what just happened. But the shifter took her sword and aimed for Mordecai’s back, a straight shot through his gut. She twisted it, then yanked it out just as swiftly as she’d lunged the blade through. Normally, at a time like this, Valerie would say something. She would tell him his fight was over. But she was far more concerned about her girlfriend than anything right now.
 
Mordecai
 
 
The last of the Vampyrum stands over his daughter, malicious intent in those colorless hues, but behind it, a silent something else… With a squelch of flesh, Valerie’s sword punches through his gut, and he tosses his head back, roaring in pain. The sound is definitely unlike any he’s ever made before. When Valerie pulls her blade free, he falls to his knees with a heavy thud, the ground almost seeming to shake with the impact. There’s too much power in this body, and he’s never been more unable to control it. So most of it seems to be pent up, unused at all, and this has worked in favor of the women. There’s a gaping hole in his torso, and just as Matilda likely guessed… he isn’t healing. The power stored inside of him isn’t new… it’s old. And isn’t working for his body anymore.
 
 
Matilda
 
Rolling over onto her stomach, Matilda reaches out and snatches up the clip from her gun. She breaks it apart, picking up the entire payload of sunlight rounds and clutching them in her fist. She crawls, dragging herself up onto her knees just in front of Mordecai. Blood drips from her frowning mouth, her face has never shown such pain. And that was what is was ALWAYS showing. But now, she’s looking at her father, one she had grown to love more than anything, and she knows he has to die. That she has to kill him. “This… this really fucking sucks, dad.” She says this through shaky breath, tears rolling down her bloody, dirty cheeks. She doesn’t even know if he can hear it, if he understands, but she says it anyway. “Please… find some peace after this.” And she draws back that one fist she has left, punching the handful of bullets right into the wound under his chest. She opens her hand inside his stomach, crying into his shoulder as she crushes the bullets, releasing the UV energy in his body. She screams in pain as the skin up her arm flares to life with fire, burning it’s way halfway across her face. Still she clutches Mordecai as it burns her, not daring to let go as he dies. Even after all this, she won’t leave him.
 
Valerie
 
Valerie watched as Mordecai fell to his knees, dropping her sword as she took a good long look at the large hole in his chest. He wasn’t healing… That was good. Whatever that power was inside him, it was too much for him now. This worked out for Mati and her. As great as it was that Mordecai wasn’t healing, it still hurt Valerie to see a man that she had considered family for so long to look this way… She took deep and heavy breaths, that algae colored gaze of hers slowly traveling from Mordecai to Matilda as she dragged herself to Mordecai and got up on her knees. Valerie was paying more attention to what had been done to Matilda than to what Matilda was doing to Morde at the current moment. The shifter didn’t realize it yet, but she was crying too. With the brightness of the energy being released into Morde’s body, Valerie covered her eyes with a forearm as she stood there and just…waited.
 
Mordecai
 
 
After the flare has resonated from his body, Mordecai groans, a more human sound coming from him as the fire dies down for both of them. He can feel it. The ammunition in his body is slowly working its magic, slowly killing him. Perhaps too slowly. He straightens a bit and looks forward, past his half-burnt, half-butchered child. His mouth hangs a bit open, and there is a little glimmer of light coming from back in his throat. He’s done for, but there is strength still in him, for what needs to be done. Unbeknownst to either Matilda or Valerie, that was no longer the same agenda. “M…Mattie.” He looks down at her, cupping her little burnt face in his bloody hands. Typical Mordecai, only overcoming his evil when he’s been mortally wounded. “You did… so good. I’ve never-” he coughs up a bit of blood that drips down into his goatee a bit, but he continues. “-never been more proud. Of either of you.” He makes a half-attempt at turning his upper body to look at Valerie behind him, giving a very weak smile as he holds out a hand for her to take. Meanwhile, every single one of the undead legion has crumbled to dust after Mordecai had been stabbed and then immediately sun-punched. So it was just the three of them, and he no longer seemed like much of a threat. Still, that was entirely up to Valerie’s trust levels.
 
 
Matilda
 
Matilda meanwhile is hardly moving, but is definitely breathing. She can’t even lift her badly-charred face to look up at either of them, save for when he puts her head in his hands to look at her. If he chose to snap her little twig neck right now, she’d be powerless to stop him. But he’s just looking at her, even smiling, and for a minute, she can see her dad.
 
 
Valerie
 
Valerie lowered her arm at the sound of Mordecai’s voice. The voice of the man she’d grown to care so much for. Was that really him? Her trust issues hardly even mattered in that moment as Valerie took Mordecai’s hand with no hesitation and knelt down so that they were all on the same level now. “I’m so sorry.” He may have been proud, but Valerie hated herself right now. This isn’t what she had expected to happen all those years ago when she and Mordecai had just met.
 
Mordecai
 
While he doesn’t want to take away from her words, the second Valerie touches the Vampyrum’s hand, he puts an arm around Matilda and the storm that’s still overhead gives one last rumble. A bolt of lightning arcs through the doorway of the tavern, striking Mordecai and vaporizing all three of them. They weren’t disintegrated, only pulled into the storm as a means of transportation. Once the three of them had vanished, the storm clouds break apart, allowing sunlight to flood over the city once again.
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