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Confusion. Both awoke as if no time had passed, as if nothing had changed into the start again like groundhog day. Yet the anger lingered, heavier than before. This time Neova moved first. He lashed out, kicking the table until one of its legs splintered free. He snapped the wood to a point, drove it down against Malfonz's knee, pinning him to the floor.
Malfonz only laughed, sharp and manic. Neova no longer believed he could kill him. Malfonz was too much—too grand, too inevitable. No matter how many times he died, he would rise again.
Throw the penny. Let's see if you vanish. Without a quote in sight.
But as the fight took a bit of a rest, before Neova could do anything, Malfonz got up and took hold of Neova throwing his body, as one of Malfonz's after images comes in with crushed up glass behind Neova impaling his back, but all that could be seen was Neova's legs falling limp on the ground as in the same shot Malfonz could be seen walking towards Neova, because Malfonz was a drama queen, the fight was theater to him, nothing more.
SO MANY THOUGHTS RUSHING TOWARDS MALFONZ's HEAD AS HE WALKED ACROSS. How it didn't matter ... how many times Malfonz dies he will live, he thought. Malfonz connected the dots, Neova's power was never seeing the past or future, he suspected that ability because of the times Neova predicted his actions. Malfonz was cautious, but now it all makes sense, Neova has the ability to manipulate the gravity of everything if he so believes it to be so, the only hinder was it must be a decision undecided like shrödingers cat. Malfonz can no longer truly die because Neova does not believe it to be so easy. Neova can only live if he doesn't fear death, but that seems like a likely thing that is going to happen.
As the fight ramped up for round 2 Malfonz is seen crouching towards Neova's body, taking out the glass shard and using it to slice open his neck, but the glass is shown flying before it even made contact with the neck.
Because for a split second Malfonz was staring down Neova, no passerby to witness the glass's outcome. The wall to the left being impaled by the glass shard, just before the glass shard struck the wall however, Malfonz started sending a fury of punches towards Neova's head, but all of the punches were blocked like as if there was an invisible wall in front of Neova's face.
No matter how many times Malfonz fell, he endured. But Neova's survival had rules—he could only live if he did not fear death. A fragile paradox.
You threw your life away just to beat me… and you still haven't won.
He spat blood across Malfonz's cheek.
Blow after blow, loop after loop—they fought until time itself bent. Universes folded into Malfonz's desire. At last they clashed in the null. No air. No ground. No sky. Only endless white. Because time itself could not be observed.
They blew more and more blows repeating once more as if a stalemate ... over and over til a universe of Malfonz's desire was reached. Until they both clashed in the null, nothing existed here, white background, white floors, no air either, no space though.
This was a place only Neova could fear, because of the lack of air a symbol of Neova's mind going blank, he was dragged back from the depths of hell just for this it was fun before but he finds it tiresome now ... this was more Malfonz's dream after losing so much.
But Malfonz had no worries, there existed nothing, no heat, no cold, so what was the issue for him. He didn't need air to breath for he was no longer human anymore just desired by obsession, something Neova is disgusted by.
Neova reeled, vision darkening. Malfonz launched, his fist striking with such force Neova was flung into endless fall, his clothes burning away as though through atmosphere. Yet there was no ground, no end. Gravity dissolved. He spun, nauseous, gagging into his hand.
Malfonz caught his ankle, swung him back toward where weight still remembered to exist. Blood streamed through every world Neova fell into, dripping, staining—his wounds permanent, carrying forward through the loops. Malfonz always returned, but Neova's scars remained. It felt more like a one sided affair. As this turn was shortly concluding, Neova fell back into thoughts.
Neova seemed to fear death more and more, and as each blow was dealt, all that Neova could think of was that the reason they were bound was because of greed and lust for using people to get what they always wanted.
Fame with the use of pain, it was always that gosh darn vaccine, it was what the goal was about, then the goal changed. But inside them, the vaccine always stayed, it was the reason for their being or the reason that started all this pain inside of them. If they HAD NEVer met that vaccine maybe they would still have a life, a life less with lust and passion and desire to reach the goal set but maybe they would have changed their own lives for the better.
In the worst case they would be friends in that universe, they would start to see the error of their ways, because they were friends and maybe they could save the other in some small way. All Neova wanted at that moment was to destroy that vaccine, it only brought him pain because it brought him the lust of a future he wanted to always … ha.
Zip, the same glass shard that pierced the hopeful Neova, pierced him again through the chest as he was left hanging above ground, the blood dripping, and Malfonz maniacal laughter could be heard in the background as an evil echo. As Neova's eyes set to dark. He died once more, just before his mind yearned for a loop. Fin.
(His heart tired of his will)
(Malfonz's lust for his obsession not wavering until disgust showers him once more)
(Let me go, Let my suffering go)