I decided to do a name so its easier to keep track of my stuff if you are interested or down. Anonymous wasn't really cutting it much anymore.

But here is part 2. Almost at the end and part 3 would be the ending which I've pretty much got a basic plan for.

_____________________________________

“Rumer! RUMER! RESPOND NOW. WHAT IS YOUR STATUS!” John panicked. Watching the worrying information and data roll through on his screen.

“Im activating the iris camera. I need to know what’s going on.” He continued.

“N…nno…no John don’t” She thought. Knowing her view will be mirrored on his screen and exposing him to the awful sight and mess that was her body.
She had been in messy situation before, and had support from the team back at the base in real time…but this was different. She did not want anyone to see this disturbing sight in anyway.

The camera activated. And a real time view of the battle flashed on screen.

“….My…God” John muttered. Eyes wide and mouth open in shock. He took a step back with fear and intimidation.

The scene was harrowing. The Point Of View camera was instantly met with the stoic yet crazed look of a bruised and battered Farren, looking directly into Rumer’s eyes…and by default, the screen. She was covered in blood, mostly belonging to Rumer after slicing and tearing into her flesh over and over again.

As Rumer felt the blade she held rip further into her skin, her eyes darted to it. The camera focusing now on her shaking hand holding Farren’s deadly knife by the sharp edge of the blade.
He watched Rumer attempt to pull the blade away from her chest as a splash of blood sprayed her eyes, and by default the screen…and nothing…just black.

John held his breath. Saying nothing and just in shock at the image he saw…hoping and wishing she would get out of this situation alive…however in her state, maybe a quick death would be for the better.
With the little he saw, there was absolutely no way that Rumer would recover well from a state like this if she survived. Months or years of physio, and even that wouldn’t guarantee she would be able to recover fully. But the mental and phycological damage of this would last a life time…

The camera flickered back on with Rumer managing to finally open her eyes. She stumbled backwards as she wiped away the blood that splashed on her face, only to notice her thumb…freely dangling by a scrap of skin, torn from her hand as she attempted to move the blade away.

She froze. Staring at the flopping part of her hand and her heart racing at the further dismemberment of her body. She heard John gasp in her ear, knowing he saw this too and was exposed to what she planned next.
The thumb was of no use. Grabbing it with her left, she tore it from her right hand, which was pretty much useless now with her right arm being torn to scraps.
Throwing it on the ground, she grunted with her eyes slightly closed and took a ragged deep breath…somehow trying to compose herself as much as she could.

Rumer looked down at her body and held her stomach. Her guts dangling and trailing along the ground shortly in front of her as she took a quick second to gather them, noticing the state of her proud tits debreasted and slashed open like a melon.
She pressed her guts against the wound, maybe hoping she could stuff a few of them back inside her, but they just slid and shuffled amongst each other as if her wound was a one way entry. They were easy to come out…but hard to get back in…then again, he realised there should never be a situation where your insides are outside after all.

The slash on the other side of her body began to protrude outwards. The pink of her colon pressing against it more. It slowly rotated, and a few slippery and jiggly coils slipped through the gap that was now made in quick succession. 1…2…3….4…5… of them shooting out 2 at a time with each breath she took, forcing the remainder of her guts to escape a little bit more each time.

The image of her being gashed open on either side, with her entrails spilling from both sides of her body was sickening. Her hips covered and seemingly protected by them like a belt of entrails…or Love handles of gore.

Looking at her fresh guts escaping the other side of her body at a slow frequent rate, Rumer knew she was running out of time. Even if she managed to kill Farren, it was just a matter of time before her own body would unintentionally, slowly eviscerate itself with each breath or stressful movement.

John was horrified. Rumer was dying in front of him and all he could do was watch, frozen and paralyzed.

“Rumer…I need to get you backup. You are going to die.” He spoke into his mic. Hesitation and a quiver in his voice.

“NO” She yelled. Short of breath. “If you send anyone, they will die! UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL YOU DO THIS…I refuse to have anymore deaths on my hands. I have to be the one be to end this. That’s is an order”.

“…understood” John replied with difficulty. Clenching his fist and gritting his teeth, he slammed them on the table as he began to shake in fear for his friends life.

He knew Rumer was one of the most selfless persons he had ever met. She would do anything to protect those she cared about and those that she oversaw and managed…but this was insanity.
Many times she had put her life on the line to save and protect, but nothing like this. She was willingly destroying herself for her job, knowing that Farren is way too much of a danger to be kept alive.
Rumer would fight to her very last breath no matter what.

Farren held her leg and stomped on the ground. A POP echoed, with her forcefully putting her knee back into place with a bellowing grunt…and slowly approached Rumer once again, this time with a slight limp. Holding her knifes out in a tight grip with the intent of slowly breaking Rumer further.

Rumer took the chance to gamble. If this fight went on longer she was dead anyway.
With her right arm dangling to her side, she charged at Farren and prepared a strong spinning kick with her heel.
The blow connected with the brutal SNAP, and rocked Farren’s head to the side , knocking her off balance and making her stumble a few steps.

“this is it!” Rumer thought. Continuing the assault and feeling the tide turn finally in her favor.

A few feet of her guts still swinging with the momentum of her attack. She dashed forward and dived her knee upwards with a sickening crunch that connected with Farren’s head and knocked her off balance once more. The two hit combo sending Farren into a daze somewhat as her eyes rolled side to side and blood trailed from her mouth and nose.
Her body hit one of the metal columns against her back and she stood there, coughing blood and grunting at the pain of Rumer's deadly physical blows.

Despite everything, Rumer still was able to deal some ridiculous damage. Adrenaline rushing through her, causing her to ignore the agony she felt burning across her entire body.

“I can end this with one more!” Rumer thought. Aiming her clinched left fist at Farren’s neck. She put everything into this…hoping to crush or collapse her throat, and put her opponent out entirely.

But it was all for nothing. Farren as if by instinct, avoided the attack. Instead placing her face in the way and letting it take the full force fo the attack.
Her face smashed and contorted with the pressure if Rumer's fist slamming against it. Blood spurted from her mouth and nose and her left eyeball bulged out of its socket, almost popping out with the pressure.

The blow was brutal, and Farren’s face was almost completely smashed…but she was still in the fight, sacrificing her face for what would have been a fight ending blow to the neck… and now right Rumer was right where she wanted her.

With no hesitation, Farren slammed her knifes into Rumer’s outstretched left arm. Skewering them and using the handles as a leverage to control Rumer’s body. She dipped down and spun Rumer around in a viscous dance that left her now slammed against the metal column, now having switched places.

Rumer screamed in pain. Her remaining arm stabbed, and yanked in one direction with her body following and slamming into the column along her back. She choked in shock and twitched as a sudden slip of her guts shot out of her body once again on both sides with her muscles tensing.

Farren effortlessly pulled her knifes out of Rumer's arm, and with a flash she sliced several times across Rumer’s arms. Her pinky and ring finger flew in two different directions, and the flesh across her forearms and bicep sliced open like she was a piece of meat in a butchers.

Rumer didn’t even have the time to process this as the Farren ended with a targeted and very deep stab and slash across Rumer's stomach once more. Both blades driving into the center of her gut up to the handle, and slicing both left and right, making the two deep gashes on each side now one.

Everything went silent. Farren held her pose with her arms outstretched from the blow, as she looked at Rumer's body and smiled.
Rumer twitched once…twice and violently a third time as her eyes bulged open. Blood shot and poured once again from her stomach as she slowly slid down the metal column in a slumped seating position.

It was over. The attack finally ripped Rumer's body open from left to right…both of her gut wounds now one. Big enough for the entirety of what was left inside her to freely spill from her gut, held now only by a damaged omentum that was rupturing with the pressure of her organs pushing against it.

Rumer looked at her belly and her mouth opened. She held her stomach with her dismembered left hand in an attempt to stop what was about happen… but it was no use.
She tried to avoid breathing but her body failed her. Taking a deep breath after trying so hard not to , she watched helplessly with absolute shock and horror, and as her entire belly began to distend and shuffle until…

“SPLOCGH”

Her stomach popped out violently with a jiggle, and then following that, pink fresh loops of her intestines relieved themselves from her belly. The guts inside her focused mainly in the center, now free to make their inevitable escape. It was a torrent of slithering entrails that poured and poured endlessly.

They overlapped each other in tight coils, poking out of the wide-open gash and slipping past her exposed stomach.
They flowed and flowed, seemingly lasting for hours. Wave after wave poured from her gutted belly in a constant rhythm based on her haggard breathing, only to slow down as the last of them escaped and fully emptied from her gut…slapping with a wet sound on the ground on her left and right side, covering her groin as if she wore a gory skirt made from her own guts.

“F…fff…fuck” Rumer choked as her body twitched and convulsed.

She could hardly speak. Her mind was broken and focused entirely on the horrific sight of her being completely disemboweled. Violently shaking and jerking and suddenly with a gag, feeling the remainder of what little was left inside her shuffle around.
The sudden movement shoved her stomach out even further, which allowed part of her large intestine to now slowly squeeze itself out into the world, curling over itself in a spiral shape and flopping to the left side of her belly.

Ironically despite the mess and violence…it was quite artistic in a way. Rumer, sitting there with her legs spread and most of her insides quite neatly displayed in a presentable manner. Her blood highlighting it all under the flickering lights and her seated position against the column allowing loops of her guts to shoot out of her with a sudden violent velocity…and then gently glide across the previous ones that spilled before.
Her arms dangled against her sides, ruined and useless, but almost mirrored to the position of her legs.
Finally, her torso and head violently twitched every few seconds…and then slowly relaxed, only to twitch again…and relax. A dazed look across her face as it calmed down, and a sudden quick but obvious expression of agony and disbelief with every jerk.

Rumer was in disbelief. There was no coming back from this at all. She would die here if she didn’t do something, and Farren would be left free to potentially kill the rest of her group.
Her mind raced over and over, trying to think of what she could do, but all that she could focus on was the sight of her insides spilled across and covering her lower half.


Farren took a step forward and bent down. Somewhat straddling Rumer, as her boots stepped and squished the guts that spilled from Rumer's belly on either side of her hips, making Rumer's eyes widen with uncomfort. The coils expanded with the pressure of her foot, almost busting like a balloon.
Their faces came into close proximity once more as Farren raised Rumer's head with the tip of her knife against the center of her jaw. It punctured it slightly as blood trickled once more down the blade and handle, but just enough for Farren to control Rumer's head like a puppet.
She could see in Rumer's eyes that there was still some burning passion left inside her to succeed, and Farren actually admired that…but she had no idea what Rumer could even do at this point in her state.

However, she was adamant to destroy any sort of hope her opponent has.

She wanted to Break Rumer completely before killing her.

Rumer could do nothing but be patient. Try to hang on and take whatever Farren was about to do to her, while waiting for the opportunity to arrive to make her strike when Farren least expects it.

Raising her opponents’ arms by the wrists, Farren stabbed her knife into the palms of both Rumer’s hands against the pillar above her, ignoring the wails of pain that Rumer yelled.
With a few thrusts, the blade cleanly went through the flesh and pinned itself partly into the rusting pillar.
Rumer’s arms hanged freely. Her hands crossed over one another and impaled. With her arms above her, she was helpless to do anything to stop what was about to happen.

Farren took a moment to admire her work. Gripping her second knife in her left hand and taking a few steps back and forth to plan her next move. She was silent. Saying nothing… but her eyes piercing into Rumer's with a look of spite and disgust.

She stopped. Standing to Rumer’s right-hand side and spitting another bloodied tooth out as she spring into action.
Rumer gave a helpless yelp as Farren tipped her over on her left side with her foot. Her arms twisted uncomfortably as she was turned, her hands tightly pinned to the pillar still and her head now rested on its side.
She choked and gagged slightly, rolling onto her spilled intestines and feeling the entrails that rested on her right splat onto the bloodied ground towards her left.

Seeing her guts spilled like this, now in one steaming wet pile made things so clear. They were not getting back inside her. Her own body was fighting against her in this position as more and more of her entrails slowly poured from her body, squeezing themselves past her exposed stomach.
Rumer's eyes began to roll towards the back of her head, and her mouth was wide open making wrenching sounds between gags and her body jerking.

“This…this is bad. This is…bad. That’s so…much of m…my gu…guts…fuck fuck…fu..fuck.” She managed to think.

She heard John freaking out in her ear…but that was no concern of her right now. She had to hold on and keep conscious if her plan was going to work.

But she was fading. And fading quickly…

Farren raised her foot and placed it gently onto Rumer’s right side. She pressed down slightly, and smiled at the sight. Just the slightest of pressures violently popped out more of Rumer’s stomach, large intestine and what seemed like the corners of one of her kidneys, which seemed to have shuffled around along with the now free space in her body.
Rumer's back arched as she pressed down, and her eyes widened even further along with an agonising grunt.

A laugh crawled out of Farren’s mouth, as she relived the pressure of her foot. Now resting back on the ground….and for the first time, she clearly spoke. A menacing and cold short sentence leaving her mouth…

“Im going to enjoy this” She said.

Rumer's eyes widened in fear. She saw in the corner of her eye with her head slightly turned back, Farren raise her foot as high as she could.

“NO NOOOOOO!” Rumer screamed.

And suddenly…

“SPLOSHHHHHH”

Farren slammed her foot with incredible force onto Rumer’s side. Her gut crumbled and warped, squished and bent. Farren’s foot was stopped only by Rumer's back muscles and spine…But It was not enough.

The impact caused a violent and bloody explosion from Rumer's open belly. The last of her small intestines and the majority of her large intestines shooting out with force like a party popper.
Her stomach popped out completely and bounced just in front of her, attached still to the tube that connected to her esophagus.
Her right kidney did the same. Dangling with its connected tube but forcefully exposed to the cold air of the warehouse as it expelled from her body with a forceful pop.

“GAGHHHHHHHGGGHGHHHHHH!” Rumer screamed in agony as her body thrashed around violently with the sudden explosion of pain.
She felt the entire of her gut collapse, and streams of her insides and guts exit her body at once. It was as if a bomb went off inside her belly.
She could do nothing but watch. Time seemed to stand still as her the last of her intestines flew several feet away from her and landing with a spurt of blood in a splash, followed by an massive eruption of her large intestine.

Her teeth grit with agony while she saw her stomach plop to the ground with the pressure, and bringing with it one of her kidneys.
Seemingly with no control over herself, her body arched and writhed in unbearable pain, while Farren pressed down further and shifted her foot side to side against Rumer's belly. With each twist, another loop of her guts seemed to pop its self out of her body, again and again.
With a demonic laugh, Farren removed her foot and spat in the middle of Rumer’s right cheek, swiftly turning her on to her back once again and crouching…coming face to face with her once more.


Ironically the both of them shared the same thought for a split second. Both of them wondering how much more was left inside to come out. Only difference being that once wanted to find out, while the other rather would not.

Taking the moment to just enjoy the look of despair on Rumer's face, Farren paused briefly…and then savagely plunged her knife into Rumer's chest.
With her breast being torn from her body, the blade slipped straight through her rib cage and into her left lung, this time fully puncturing it without her perfect tits providing a protective barrier of fat.

Rumer could not even scream. All that left her wide-open mouth was a semi silent gasp. Her chest jerked upwards with the attack, held that pose, and instantly dropped back to the ground in a slump.
The blade forcefully tore from her chest with a spurt of blood that splashed the both of them…and then plunged in again once more.

“OOOOGGGHHHHHHHHNN” Rumer bellowed. This time letting out a deep grunt and her eyes Squinting. Her face contorted into a scrunched-up ball as she yet again jerked upwards towards Farren.

Then the blade sunk into her chest again.

And again.

And again.

And again.


Each stab pouring and spurting more blood than the last.
Rumer's entire body jolted more and more after each one, and her face became more and more unrecognizable.

“J….just…a…little more” Rumer thought to herself. Hoping her somewhat hasty plan works out sooner rather than later.