((GMing of Travis Webster approved by Delroy))
Matt didn't really put any finesse into it when he tackled Travis to the ground. The only two things we was trying to achieve were to get Travis away from Cassidy, which he had succeeded in doing, and to pacify Travis, which he was in the process of doing.
He transitioned to a position behind Travis and wrapped his arm around the other boy's neck. The lanky stoner thrashed around, but Matt held firm as he tried to get his other arm into position to apply a sleeper hold. The sleeper wouldn't take too long to knock Travis out, but he just needed to lock it in and wait a few more seconds before the effect took hold, and it didn't seem likely that Travis was just going to sit there and let him do that.
Matt managed to lock in the hold, and Travis' flailing became less violent. Although he could feel his body weakening, Travis refused to give up. In a last-ditch attack, he pulled a pen out of his pocket. He had kept it stashed away in case he needed an emergency weapon, and he figured that now was as good a time as ever to try it out. He summoned his remaining strength and swung his arm around, stabbing the pen into Matt's arm.
Matt let out a cry of pain, but refused to release Travis. Travis responded by continuing his assault, repeatedly stabbing Matt in the arm, trailing up from the forearm to the shoulder. Matt was having much more difficulty maintaining his grip as his arm was being punctured, but he barely managed to hang on. Finally, Travis' strategy of moving further upward with each stab reached it's apex, and his pen pierced Matt's neck. The carotid artery, to be specific.
Matt roared in shock and pain as blood began to flow heavily out of the wound in his neck. Unable to verbally express his desire for Cassidy to escape, he instead held on to Travis for as long as he could with his rapidly fading grip strength. Eventually, the blood loss became too much, and Matt couldn't keep hold of Travis any longer, his arms losing strength and allowing Travis to force his way out.
Matt lay on the ground, staring straight up at the sky. His vision was getting foggier and foggier as the world faded out around him. However, while this was going on, there was one image that suddenly appeared and seemed to become clearer with time. In the center of his field of vision stood a familiar girl with blonde hair, ratty jeans, and a white shirt. Her face seemed full of life, and her arms were free of bruises and bandages, unlike the last time he'd seen her. He knew who this girl was, he just couldn't believe that he was seeing her again.
She reached out a hand towards Matt. He lifted his own arm, which now felt surprisingly light and free of resistance, and grasped her hand. At that moment, his entire body felt weightless, as though gravity had released its grip on him.
Matt Masters left to catch up with an old friend.
B029- Matt Masters: Deceased
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