We're going down together I'm the elevator man

[bloodvile]

Who: Falcon and Falcon
What: TRAPPED IN A TRAPPED ELEVATOR
Where: AN ELEVATOR THAT IS A TRAP
When: TRAPDAY November 15th
Warnings: it's a trap

With Black Shadow back and the stupid pesky shock collar finally removed Blood naturally felt more brazen and itchy to spill some of Falcon's blood. It was tedious feeling that while knowing the headmasters seemingly saw all despite having no apparent eyes. If he was to pounce on the captain, he'd have to do it somewhere secluded.

Somewhere he could be trapped.

In a way that, ideally, would impress Black Shadow too.

This was a plan that could not go wrong, and it started with a handwritten note left on Falcon's desk:



There was another note taped on the rooftop elevator door to clarify the direction, simply with an arrow pointed up. Presumably at the door and not at the sky.

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[raced_god]

There had been a time where seeing his clone face-to-face nearly immobilized him with anger and disgust, but this was less like looking into a mirror than it was looking into a mirror some years ago. It was certainly disconcerting in its own right, but somehow less so, knowing how much older he was and all the subtleties of the ways they'd differentiated themselves.

What mattered was that he'd apparently hit a nerve, which meant he had to keep striking. An angry opponent was a sloppy opponent. He ducked the hit, putting his back to the other wall in the process.

"Do you really think Black Shadow will have use for you after I'm dead? The only reason you even exist is because he couldn't kill me himself."

[bloodvile]

It was kind of amazing what kind of difference six years can make. Those were six years Blood grew up in the Shadow of Black, knowing only evil and darkness, sharing a life through Falcon on DNA and racing alone. Blood did not share the history engraved in Falcon's skin in the many mottled marks and scars, (ones he desperately hoped he could add to), and he did not share the experiences that made the men so terribly different.

But not completely different.

"Shut up!" He howled again, throwing another frenzied punch. "I'll kill him after I kill you." It was an empty threat. Sort of. Blood wasn't above and beyond the thought, but that necessitated a good reason. Falcon had a good reason. Falcon simply existed. Falcon needed to stop existing and stop making him question his existence.

[raced_god]

"Yeah?"

Falcon was trying very hard not to pant, not to give any indication of how injured and in pain he really was, but it was difficult to disguise the raspy quality of his words, the gasp in his breath. He did not, thankfully, eat the punch, though he felt it whizz by him as he ducked and countered.

With one arm essentially useless, he attempted to fell his clone with a sweeping kick.

Hearing Blood say that he'd kill Black Shadow was both unexpected and undeniably interesting. Falcon had to admit that he didn't think very hard about their strange relationship often, but now he wondered why he hadn't considered this before. It was clearly upsetting his clone, which meant he had to continue pursuing this line of discussion.

"And then?"

[bloodvile]

Knuckles cracked as they hit the elevator wall, though Blood seemed to not be deterred at all by the searing pain of that, or of the perfectly fist-shaped indent he left in his wake. Maybe he'd come back here, stand in the shambled, canted elevator and admire it, imagining how much better it'd look if it had left the same kind of indent on the intended target instead.

It was difficult to think of that now as his intended target continue to evade him and cause continued upset all in the same raspy, ragged breath.

Blood managed to negate the kick with a kick of his own, resulting in a mirror-matched leg-to-leg gridlock until he kicked away, putting distance between them. He still hadn't thought of a good answer.

"What do you care?" Really, what would Falcon care of whatever happened to him? Any of him? All of hims? Falcon would surely be just as content to never see Blood's beautiful face ever again.

Right?

[raced_god]

He cared, of course, because this was distracting him, and the more angry and distracted he was, the easier it would be for Falcon to find a way out. At this point, however, he wouldn't have been surprised if they snapped the cable--he wasn't certain how many floors they'd climbed before Blood's ambush, but it couldn't have been very high. The elevator shuddered.

"You really think you could kill him?"

Falcon faked left and threw a punch with his good arm, hoping to get Blood into a position where he could keep him down.

[bloodvile]

Indeed, the elevator was very probably hanging precariously by a single cable, canted and unstable with every kick and swing.

"Of course I do!" That was his ego snapping back at him through grit teeth, of course. Put into practical application, Blood would probably not last long if he approached the same way he was now--angry and unstable. It would take a very calculated assault to be successful--Blood would certainly have the element of surprise--but Black Shadow just wasn't at the top of his to-murder list right now.

As much as he loathed to think of it, an unfortunately intrusive thought wormed its way into his formerly skull-adorned head: they'd definitely be able to take Black Shadow out together. This he didn't doubt.

It made him sick.

It also made him eat a punch he wished he hadn't. His shoulder hit the back of the elevator hard, and cables snapped audibly. The lights flickered and metal screeched within the elevator shaft. It was on its last strings, quite literally. Blood was pretty sure his patience was, too.

His body was twisted in a way that made it difficult to further defend himself or go for another cheap shot on Falcon's shoulder, but he was able to reach out for the limp arm itself. He squeezed hard and twisted, like he would pull the whole thing out of its socket if he could.

"I was made to do this! And you were made to die! You can't do this forever!"

[raced_god]

Falcon was quite sure, by this point, that their time was incredibly limited, if only because the elevator wasn't going to last much longer with Blood stomping around in it. Those were definitely cables snapping. This was about to go from bad to worse--for a split second, he wondered if he'd managed to make his clone too angry.

It was up to him now to keep his cool, even as Blood was literally threatening to tear his arm out of his socket. He cursed himself for being sloppy, trying to formulate a new plan through the pain that threatened to make everything completely incoherent.

In lieu of responding (Falcon was not, he'd argue, made to die, but that would have to be verbalized later), he raised his foot and stomped right on Blood's instep, following it up with a sharp jab with his elbow--hopefully right to the face.

[bloodvile]

Something definitely crunched at that moment and Blood was pretty sure it was one of his metatarsals, even through the thick of his boot. He howled, almost louder than the very snap and crack of the elevator cable finally giving way from all that downward force. Almost.

The lights went out and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The momentum of the fall made the elbow miss its mark. His hand clamped around Falcon's wrist but no longer for the purpose of hurting him but because he had nothing else to hold on to as gravity gave the duo a grand fuck you inside their tiny box entrapment. He knew a lot of things were probably going to hurt much more than his foot in a few split seconds.

[raced_god]

Falcon knew it was coming, but he didn't expect it to happen quite like this. His stomach lurches and he slams against the wall as the elevator falls a floor and crumples around them. The impact knocked him out entirely, and he spent the next minutes drifting in and out of consciousness until he finally came to underneath rubble.

He could, at least, see light from the crack in the elevator door, just a few feet above them, and the first thing he did was throw metal sheeting off of him, trying to stand in order to haul himself upward, to the exit.

There was blood, and he was sure things were broken, but that didn't matter right now--what mattered was that he got out.

[bloodvile]

A gloved hand shot out from underneath the rubble and weakly grabbed on to his ankle. It wasn't enough to pull Falcon down but he did try to keep him from at least leaving so easily.

"Noggh--" Blood's voice was gurgled, no doubt labored with his own namesake. He strained to get up on his hands and knees, managing to slump back down belly-first. His hand never left Falcon's ankle. He wasn't even trying to weigh him down so much anymore as he was simply refusing to let go.

"Where do you think... you're going..."

[raced_god]

Now that the entire elevator had literally collapsed around them, Falcon was not at all concerned with Blood, or with Blood's grip on his ankle. He was, at this moment in time, completely occupied with getting out, and he jerked his leg in an effort to wrest it from his clone's grasp.

Blood was not, of course, light, but Falcon pressed upward anyway, grasping the rim of the door and hoisting.

[bloodvile]

blood took his boot off

He shifted under the rubble, as much as manageable, anything to keep from letting him go so easily. Somewhere between the adrenalin finally wearing off and the stabbing pain radiating from his foot upwards and all over, he realized he lost. His hand trembled and struggled to pull him down but eventually he stopped, opting to limply hang on for just a few seconds longer. His hand was leaving a bloody print around his ankle; he couldn't tell who's it belonged to, and ultimately that didn't even matter. It was all the same.

"You can't keep doing this forever." He repeated.

For an addled moment, he thought he almost said 'we', and realized that wouldn't have been entirely inaccurate either. This would stop the day one of them died.

He let go. That day just wasn't going to be today.

[raced_god]

"Neither can you."

Falcon certainly wasn't going to give up, but although he knew full well that no human could do this forever. One day, they'd kill each other. It just wasn't today.

With Blood's grip around his ankle gone, he could hoist himself up onto the narrow ledge, prying open the elevator door with no small amount of force. He cast one glance down into the rubble and then was gone.

He did, however, leave the door open.