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I'll be uploading some short action scenes featuring boys meeting their end in violent and degrading ways. Some will involve false hope and other psychological elements. There won't be sexual content.

I'm new to writing this kind of thing, so comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated!

These are unrealistic fetish stories. Real boys are awesome and could win any fair fight against girls their age. Don't take these stories too seriously. Now let's kill our first bastard.

Death Battle
The boy lunges forward with his arms outstretched. He wants to finish this quickly. The girl raises her arms and jumps back a few paces. It's enough to evade his clumsy tackle. She swats at his face to keep him at a distance but her half-assed attempt goes nowhere. The two now face each other down, the boy moving forward and the girl moving backward. They are both frightened, but trying to hide it from their opponent. Their lack of fighting experience is obvious but they both know that this is a death battle.

Multiple missed opportunities on both sides later, he charges again, this time toppling her onto her back. The impact drives the air from her lungs. She yelps, wasting precious oxygen, as she realizes she cannot get him off her.

He presses his advantage. His fingers scramble at her throat and he squeezes. He's never done this before, but it seems to work. Her face turns red. He thinks he has this. He thinks it's over.

Of course. Boys are stronger than girls.

The thought crosses his mind. He allows himself to relax.

This is the moment she needs. She suddenly bucks her hips and he flails off to the side, gasping. His grip around her throat is gone in a moment and air streams into her lungs once again. She follows up her brilliant move with a (girly) punch to the boy's face.

Suddenly she's on top. Her hands replace his around his throat. The fight he was winning feels completely different now. The pressure is immense. His air cuts off. He can't breathe.

But only for a moment. She just can't maintain the pressure, still off-balance from her own near-death experience. He pulls her down with him, her arms flying off his neck trying to break her fall. They're both on the ground now, tangled up in a messy wrestle without technique.

Half a minute into the death battle, there's still no clear winner. They're both getting tired. The boy's energy is depleting faster though. Soon, he will pay the price.

The girl fails to regain her advantage. She gets pushed over every time she tries to get up again. She tries to roll away to gain some distance, but she miscalculated. This time, he simply pushes her over and pins her on her back. His hands are back on her throat and she coughs.

Her hands fly to the boy's face as she tries to push him off. He simply straightens his back and her hands slide off his face harmlessly unable to reach his nose or eyes. She gives up and tries to break his hold instead. No success there either. Her legs thrash against the ground.

The boy, meanwhile, can feel her pulse hammering beneath his hands. It's getting easier. His victory is so close he can taste it. Anyone watching this would say he's got this in the bag.

But then, something amazing happens.

It happens so fast. She throws her legs up and over his head, hooking them around his neck in a scissor hold. Then she pulls with all her might, using his own weight against him. The boy's balance fails completely. He feels his world spinning upwards before he crashes onto his back.

It's brilliant.

He tries to get to his feet, but that's his mistake. A half-second of instinct is all the girl needs. She's on him in an instant, hugging his head to her chest. He can't see anything now, just her shirt. His hands push at her ribs, her waist, trying to create space. He tries to twist, to buck, to do anything.

But she's got him. She's got him. And he no longer has the energy to fight back much. He feels panic rising inside him. Her arm snakes around his neck from behind. The boy tries to push her off him, digging his nails into her shirt, but she's got him locked in tight.

He feels a cruel shift in position as the girl plants her feet firmly against the ground and twists her hips with all her remaining strength. He realizes what's coming before it happens. His hands fly to her chin, trying desperately to create just a few inches of separation that will save his life.

But unlike her, he won't get a second chance.

Her body continues its rotation. Physics and leverage do the rest. The boy feels the first vertebrae at the base of his neck hyperextend. Then the next.

The girl hears a wet snap beneath her, like a green branch breaking. The boy goes limp instantly. His hands fall away from her head. She can feel the sudden absence of tension in his limbs, the way all his muscles relax at once.

She releases her hold on her opponent's head and rolls off his body. She gets up into a sitting position, breathing hard. The boy lies motionless where she left him, his head turned at an angle that doesn't look right. His eyes are open but staring at nothing. His arms are still outstretched from where he'd been trying to push her away.

Her hands are shaking. She doesn't move. She just watches the boy's chest. It stays perfectly still.

She won.