10 Duel Commandments | Jack + Abel | Desert Island Car

Abel Lazarus

It was indeed the uninjured one- and it being stuck in Jack’s grasp is definitely… not good. He would prefer to not end up with both arms injured, thanks!

He certainly can’t punch Jack off but. He still has legs! He kicks at Jack’s knees in hopes it’ll knock him off enough he might let go- or fall. Which ever.

But at the comment about him knowing what’s better for the group…

Perhaps if killing wouldn’t mean his own death he might be better incentivized by being called a coward- as it turns out though- Abel’s selfish enough to prioritize his own survival over getting rid of someone the group would probably thank him for disposing of.

Perhaps he also- doesn’t actually want to kill anyone, though. Not that he’s likely to admit to that unwillingness to Jack of all people.

“Oh please- killing you would be beneath me.” Yeah. Sure. Sounds like something his uncle would say! “Scum like you? You’d wish your death could mean as much as it would coming from someone like me.”

What does that mean, Abel? You’re purely talking out of your ass now. This is just your best impression of your uncle.

Roadie 🪶Jack

Abel Lazarus He kicks at Jack’s knees in hopes it’ll knock him off enough he might let go- or fall.

Jack wasn’t in much position to dodge, but he was in position to redirect some force back around to Abel. Maybe they’d just stagger, maybe they’d both hit the sand. He wouldn’t be going down alone, in any case.

Abel Lazarus “Oh please- killing you would be beneath me. Scum like you? You’d wish your death could mean as much as it would coming from someone like me.”

He cackled at that one. “Wow, you’re so special even my life’d have meaning if you’re the one who takes it? Awful cocky, aren’t we!”

“Of course ’d be beneath ya. But shouldn’t fightin’ me at all be, too? Dirtying your hands on the likes a’ this garbage?”

Abel Lazarus

Unfortunately for Abel he Is Indeed- Not the steadiest on his feet. Down they go! But not without a fight. He knees Jack again as they’re falling but I can’t assume force is on his side- Unless he’s falling on top of Jack or something.

“I figured you deserved at least a little meaning in your life. Fortunately for you I can occasionally offer charity- And now you won’t have to die completely worthless.” Abel…. Please.

Your fists are not holy! You’re being AWFUL right now!!!!! Think of your number!

Oh right he hasn’t looked at that thing in a few cars.

“It’ll take me a little bit to wash your filth off of me- but that’s fine if I can offer you just a bit of dignity before someone offs you on this stupid train.”

Roadie 🪶Jack

Jack’s shoulder hit the sand with an “oof” so quiet it was hard to tell whether that was him or the ground shifting. Abel’s knee hit, but not with much force in the moment. Sand streaming off his hoodie, Jack hurried to scoot away so he could get back to his feet.

Abel Lazarus “I figured you deserved at least a little meaning in your life. Fortunately for you I can occasionally offer charity- And now you won’t have to die completely worthless.”

Out of breath laughing again.

“Oh, you don’t know me at all ’f that’s whatcha think. Which’s fine by me, but still.”

Abel Lazarus “It’ll take me a little bit to wash your filth off of me- but that’s fine if I can offer you just a bit of dignity before someone offs you on this stupid train.”

“Soooo courteous!”

He aimed a kick to Abel’s midsection.

“And when’s somebody gonna off me? I made it this long. Not goin’ down that easy.”

Abel Lazarus

“I would have died happier if I’d never met you but unfortunately I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing each other in Hell.” Abel had been making his own attempts to regain his feet but getting kicked in the stomach Definitely made it a lot harder! The wind is knocked out of him and MAN that hurts-

Frick. Frick. Frick.

He grabs for Jack’s ankle with both hands to try and either pull him back down or keep him down- which occurs to him belatedly that Maybe thats Not the best idea-

But it’s a bit too late to give up on it. Ouch!

“You’re a bit too Sure of yourself aren’t you? Maybe you’ve made it this long But Your luck will Rin out eventually.”

Roadie 🪶Jack

Abel Lazarus “I would have died happier if I’d never met you but unfortunately I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing each other in [Heck].”

“Where d’ya think we are now?” Edgelord hours.

Abel Lazarus “You’re a bit too Sure of yourself aren’t you? Maybe you’ve made it this long But Your luck will Run out eventually.”

“Aww, you even think I’ll have a stroke of good luck someday? Awful optimistic.”

Jack singly sidestepped the grab, which just meant Abel reached through to catch his other ankle instead. Jack went down with another “oof”—so much for casual fisticuffs. It’d be pretty bad if the 6′4″ guy got him pinned, so now seemed like the time to…

“Careful.” He pointed the tip of his dagger at Abel’s chin. “I’ll give you a warnin’ first, too—but I’m sure whatever happens’ll be allll my fault again if you ignore it, right?”

Abel Lazarus

This was unfortunately never casual for Abel. His motivation was too different for that- perhaps Asuka was casual if even also rage inspired- but Jack?

No. Abel wanted to hurt him before he could call this off. He feels the need to Hurt him. In hopes Maybe it could teach him to stay away from Viper.

He’d find it ideal if Jack picked him to target instead.

The knife stops Abel a little short. Just for a moment. Should he stop here? Yeah. But…

In an impulsive moment he aims a kick for Jack’s chest to try and shove him back and get the knife out of his face. Perhaps if that works he can scramble out of there- though Jack will undoubtably not let him get away without a cut.

He would just prefer it was him dealing with Jack. Not Viper. Not in a death game.

Roadie 🪶Jack

Jack found himself no longer in Abel’s grip, at least—that was all the knife was really needed for. He didn’t have time to withdraw it before Abel’s shoe slammed square into his chest. All breath left in a wheeze as Jack skidded backwards a short distance. A few of the little corally rocks knocked on his bruised back. Nothing else hit his head, but the motion set it churning again. His ears rang.

Everything hurt. Hahaha. But that was what he wanted, anyway, right? What he was having so much fun with? It had to be. It had to be.

He twisted enough to get a supporting elbow on the ground and coughed. Sweat dripped from his chin.

“Guess ’s… one way t’keep your hands clean.”

Time to see which way this was going.

Abel Lazarus

Abel comes to his feet a little shaky- but full of smug satisfaction seeing Jack on the floor. Good. Good.

How did he ever fear Jack? He pities him right now. Come on Abel. Show him the worst of you. Let him know your mother was right that you’re a monster of some kind. There’s a different family member he’s acting like right now- but he’s a bit too stubborn to see it while he’s here.

But really- it’s not like Marius and Ramona both don’t act like their Father ever.

He spits on Jack before he leans down and grips Jack’s hair- pulling so they can see each other face to face. “Keep your hands to yourself, right? That’s not too hard of a request, is it?” He’s certainly being condescending. Perhaps you’re going a bit far. Abel.

I think you can walk away and say you’ve won.

But you’ve never had a real enemy before have you? And you seem to think that making Jack scared of you will keep him away from people weaker than you.

At least the weaker people you care about.

Roadie 🪶Jack

Wow, spit again. What a place. Jack didn’t have much motivation to fight back at the moment, so he just kinda blankly went along. Hair thing hurt, sure, but what didn’t?

Abel Lazarus “Keep your hands to yourself, right? That’s not too hard of a request, is it?”

“Hands to myself… Understood.” He slumped in apparent defeat…

Before lunging to bite Abel in the face. Nose, specifically, since it was the easiest target. He wasn’t gunning for outright mutilation, at least, but he sure did draw blood.

Stumbling back if Abel released his hair, Jack grinned and spat some blood at his feet. A totally hinged sight.

“How’s that? Might wanna disinfect it. I hear ‘crazy homeless man’s contagious.”

Abel Lazarus And you seem to think that making Jack scared of you will keep him away from people weaker than you.

~~Oh, Abel. If you want him scared of you, you’ll have to threaten something he actually cares about.~~

Abel Lazarus

Abel’s satisfaction is short lived. Jack won’t go down without a fight it seems!

OW! OW!!!

HIS NOSE????? WHAT IS WRONG WITH JACK???? Okay that’s actually pretty hypocritical coming from you, Abel.

Regardless-

He did give Jack’s hair one more Pull before letting go- Wanting to try and maintain it but ultimately losing out on the fact that noses? Have a LOT of nerve endings. His eyes end up watering and Jesus, Mary, and Joseph He’s bleeding.

He gives an indignant shriek and wipes blood from his nose. Oh. This worthless Shitty little man…

Abel lunges at Jack- trying to hit him somewhere. Anywhere.

He wants to put Jack back on the ground.

Roadie 🪶Jack

Abel Lazarus

Jack’s eyes prickled at the extra hair pull, but Abel wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing him tear up properly. Jack had far too much practice simply not doing that.

And quite a bit of practice dodging, too, even if the sand had been throwing him off somewhat. How much longer could he keep this up? Knowing he couldn’t possibly top the impact of his last strike, was it even worth continuing?

Nah.

He gave Abel a two-fingered almost-salute, blood still leaking from one corner of his mouth, and fled back to the trees. He’s outtie.

Abel Lazarus

“OH YEAH! RUN OFF COWARD!” He stomps his foot and kicks at the sand and makes a series of indignant noises. WHATEVER! FINE!

He wipes at the blood on his face and stomps off. He needs to… take inventory of his injuries. Ugh.