The Killer asked Chatzy to choose between Esme Chastain, Elisabeth Fehr, Liliana Fitz, Zacharie Granger, Riley Hennessy, Kirby McAdams, Henri Olivier, and Tristan Renner Chatzy chose: Kirby McAdams
Kirby: Kirby paced up and down the tunnels, her footfalls echoing in the silence. It hadn't taken her long to flee the scene of the church, figuring they’d come after her next. Realistically, she couldn’t blame them if they came to that confusion, but she wasn’t always a realistic person. She was a pissed off person, especially at that moment. “They would’ve all done the same,” she muttered, running an anxious hand through her hair, “they just didn’t have the fucking balls. He looked like an asshole anyways.” She kept trying to distract herself, not wanting to admit that she was scared. She had no idea where Mani was, but she held out hope that they were still alive. She’d just seen them, after all. Nothing could’ve happened in that short amount of time, right? “Fuck, I’ve gotta find Mani,” she sighed, talking to fill the quiet up with her own voice.
The Killer: They'd stayed after Kirby had stormed out, joining the others in solemn silence to cover up Felix's body- who now appeared to be innocent. The church had been thick with tension, almost as if everyone were waiting for the next sick message. And then it came. Cooper's flim debut went over as well as expected, and it was only moments after that everyone jumped to action to rush to Cooper's aid. They'd stayed, of course. Electing them-self responsible to track down Kirby. She was probably terrified, confused- That was what they had told the others, anyway. Once the coast was clear, they made their way into the tunnels in search of the girl, and it wasn't long before they tracked her down from her muttering. "You don't seem too torn up about killing that man." They commented.
Kirby: Kirby nearly flinched when she heard the voice coming from the tunnel behind her. She quickly spun around, not relaxing even though their tone didn’t sound very accusatory. “So?” she asked, defensive, “Am I supposed to go fucking cry over him or some shit? Someone else would’ve done it if I hadn’t, and he fucking laughed. It was like he wanted us to think it was him.” She edged her hand to her back pocket, where her small knife still lay. She couldn’t take this person in a fair fight if it came down to it, but when it came to fighting dirty, she was an expert. “Why do you care, anyways?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at the other. “Did you know him?”
The Killer: They were surprised by the aggression they were met with, and it was apparent by the expression on their face. She sure packed a lot of anger for someone so fucking small, they noted. "I was just commenting." They said with a shrug, their tone relaxed. Kirby wasn't a threat- that's what they had told them-self. She was small, alone. Hardly someone to be worried about in this situation. "No, I don't think I did." They paused, their answer to her question coming slow as if they had to think hard to remember the answer. "And I don't care. Or, I do? Not in the 'Oh No You Killed An Innocent Man' way, at the very least." They assure her with a small wink. "Really, you did me a favor."
Kirby: The more calm and relaxed the other remained, the more ansty Kirby got. This wasn’t right, people weren’t supposed to be casual after witnessing a murder, especially when talking to the person that did it. “You came an awful long way just to comment,” she replied, slipping the knife out of her pocket and flicking it open, though she didn’t reveal she had it yet. She’d already killed one person tonight, another wouldn’t hurt if it came to that. “You.. don’t care..” Kirby replied, tilting her head like a curious dog before giving the other a glare. “So you’re the one doing all this,” she accused, her grip on her knife tightening, “I hope you enjoyed the show back in the theatre. Must’ve filled your sick heart with joy.”
The Killer: They had to give her credit- she caught on much faster than anyone else had in the course of the night. They watched her slip out the knife, they assumed it was the same one she'd killed Felix with just prior. Her comments went in one ear and out another, their focus more so on the pocketknife in her hands than anything else. What was she going to do with it? Stick them in the leg? They could probably hold out an arm and keep her from being able to reach them. The thought was amusing. Finally they lifted their eyes to her own, her last comment bringing them back. "I would have dome something a little more dramatic, but it worked." They reached into their pocket, pulling out the blade they had killed Liam with. "Your knife is a little small. Child size. I guess that's fitting." They laughed.
Kirby: Kirby watched them closely, knowing she’d never get away if she ran. This person was probably faster than her, or at least could run longer than she could. And now she knew who they were. She doubted they’d be letting her get away to tell everyone else, or leave and tell the police. “Maybe you should’ve done it yourself then,” Kirby said, holding the knife out in front of her when she realized he wasn’t buying her attempts to hide it. “Your dick is child sized.”
The Killer: They snorted at her comment, admittedly a little impressed with her moxie. She was intent on being a pain in their ass. "And you bark like a fucking Chihuahua." They replied, readying their hunting knife as Kirby had with her own. "Know why don't you shut the fuck up already, Christ." They lunged at her, their knife slashing down at her side.
Kirby: “You should see my bite, fucker,” Kirby snarled. She tried to dodge the blow to her side, the knife cutting her deep enough for the blood to start gushing immediately, but not enough to bring her down. She knew she wasn’t going to make it through this, the least she could do was give them something to remember her by. “Make me, if you’ve got the balls.” She slashed at him with her own little knife, obviously not able to do as much damage as they had, but what her cuts lacked in depth, she made up for with speed and enthusiasm.
The Killer: She had one advantage over them: Kirby had nothing to lose. She was going to die, here and now, and she damn well knew it. They, on the other hand, had no intentions of dying tonight. Kirby was willing to play risk, throw her defense out the window just for the chance to strike a critical hit. This was becoming interesting. "I've got out one Bitch's tongue tonight, I have no problem making that two!" They called to her, her knife slicing their thigh. It stung, but it felt good. Got the adrenaline running. It was hardly a fatal wound. They lifted their opposite leg, kicking her back from them. "You think a little prick is going to stop me!?"
Kirby: Kirby kept jabbing, almost blindly at this point. She’d only been in a real knife fight once before, and that hardly counted, considering it was with her drunk bullshit ex. A grin came to her face whenever the knife connected, and she let out a small laugh. If anything, this was an exciting way to go, the adrenaline was a beautiful blinding sensation, and she wasn’t scared. She had never wanted to die in bed at ninety anyways. “Is that not why you’re doing all this?” She asked, giggling again, “Little prick, gotta compensate? I bet people laugh at you. Hell, I’m laughing at you.”
The Killer: They pretty much set them-self up for that one, they had to admit. They rolled their eyes, using the opportunity to lash out with their blade and catch Kirby in the forearm. Fuck, she was short. It was throwing them off, making it hard to control their aim. "Really original. Honestly, congratulations. Those are superb final words." They mocked in a condescending tone, grimacing slightly at the open wound in their thigh.
Kirby: “Better final words, fuck you, you motherfucking fuck shit,” Kirby replied, putting all of her force into her next stab. She aimed for where she knew it would hurt most, hoping her words were distracting enough as she drove the knife into their crotch. /Now/ there was no way this wouldn’t haunt them for the rest of their miserable existence. “And there goes the people pleaser,” she couldn’t help but laugh again, skittering backwards away from them to avoid getting cut further, “Did I take the pressure off? Good luck ever getting it up now, you deserved that.”
The Killer: How eloquent. Their mouth was open, ready to issue another taunt or crude comment- But then she stabbed them. She literally fucking STABBED THEM, IN THE DICK. Their eyes were wide, honest to God fear as they realized this fucking midget could actually have just seriously fucked them. This didn't happen in real life- In real life you just don't get stabbed in the fucking dick. They let out a cry of pain as she stood, snark dripping off of Kirby's words as they looked at her with wild shock in their eyes. Their free hand shot down to their crotch, gently patting their thigh as they kept their eyes on Kirby. They let out a breath they didn't realize they'd been holding. She'd missed. She fucking missed. Kirby had stabbed them all right, and from the blood seeping from the wound in their thigh they had to think it cut an artery. "You stupid fucking CUNT!" They screamed, a string of laughter escaping their lips. "You Missed."
Kirby: Kirby held her bloody knife in front of her in a defensive position. She’d wanted to make her mark, and sure, she had done that judging by the blood seeping from their wound, but damn it would’ve been satisfying to castrate them. At least she wouldn’t have to live with the disappointment for long. “I guess you just don’t have enough down there to aim for,” she taunted, grinning, “I think I made you mad. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have taken away anything anyone actually wanted to see. The whole crazy murder vibe isn’t as hot as you’d think, you kinda just look gross.” She kept talking, hoping to distract him as she came up with a plan. There was no way she was letting this asshole get the satisfaction of killing her. Time was ticking, and she knew she wasn’t getting away. She only had one option, though she’d like to have a little less hope before she decided to employ it.
The Killer: They swiped the top of their head with the back of their hand, sweat dripping from the exertion of everything they'd been through tonight. Christ they were tired with it all. Kirby's words were barely registering with them anymore, they were still internally assuring them-self that they had control of the situation. She cute them. They were bleeding. Badly. -But that didn't mean by any means that Kirby was getting out of here alive, and they both knew that. "Just die already!" They called, aggravation in their tone as they shifted their weight. They were watching her, in pain. Waiting for her to make a move.
Kirby: Kirby kept her eyes on them, not breaking eye contact. When whatever act she was putting on was dropped, there was nothing meek about her. She was a force of nature, her mother always said, nothing could stop her once she got an idea in her head. “Why don’t you come over here and make me, huh?” she challenged, edging a step backwards. Knowing she was going to die didn’t mean she wanted to, after all. If there was a chance to run, she’d take it. “Or are you too scared you’re gonna lose the family gems for real this time?”
The Killer: They gritted their teeth, making a clumsy lunge for her. Pain shot through their leg, and they let out a groan as Kirby barely escaped their grasp. "Where are you going? HUH? I thought you wanted to fight! I thought you wanted to take me down!" They screamed after her, dragging themselves behind.
Kirby: Kirby saw her chance and took off down the tunnel. Some of her cuts were deep, but nothing was a major hindrance to her speed. They, on the other hand, probably wouldn’t be able to run well with that wound. She didn’t bother replying to their taunts, knowing that if she got away, she’d be the real winner. If she got out of there, they’d be dead or in jail by the end of the night, and that would be a sweet victory.
The Killer: They were breathing heavy, following behind in what they knew was a wasted effort. Suddenly, they stopped in their tracks. "You're not getting out of here!" They screamed, the large blade in their hand raised high as they watched Kirby attempt to escape. Nostrils flaring from excretion, they let loose the blade and flung it through the air towards Kirby. They wanted to stick it in her head, but they knew the chances of hitting that mark were slim. Instead, they aimed lower, towards her back. They watched with held breathe as the knife buried itself inside her back, and she fell to the ground.
Kirby: Kirby screamed as the knife embedded itself in her back, falling forwards as her momentum carried her. She hit the floor with a thud, her ears ringing. The knife was in there deep, she had no idea if it would be fatal or not, but she knew she was as good as dead when they caught up to her. She wasn’t about to allow that to happen. She lifted herself up on one hand, the exertion sending stabbing spikes of pain through her. “Suck on this fuck, asshole,” she said, spitting at the ground, aiming as closely as they could to them. She took a deep breath before taking her tiny knife and stabbing it into her own jugular, blood starting to flow from the wound instantly. She fell back to the floor, life and strength draining from her quickly. At least they didn’t get to kill her, she thought, right before everything went fuzzy, then black.
The Killer: They'd walked to hurry with haste, getting only a few feet away before she sat herself up and looked at them with an icy glare. They'd stopped, if only to see what she was up to. When she lifted her knife, they realized she planned to take her own life- And by all means, they would let her. They stayed back, watching as she plunged the knife into her own jugular and dropped to the ground. Sighing deeply, they stared down at her as the life drained from her face. "Fucking Cunt." They muttered, turning away before their anger caused them to do something stupid.