Tape #3 (Unfinished)

Ivan made note in the letter accompanying these tapes that this copy in particular was acquired through "[i]very[/i] pointed investigating", and it shows. Unlike the first two tapes, this one is in almost pristine condition, and appears to have changed very few hands before coming into Evangeline's possession. Upon playback, it also seems to have the highest fidelity of the three.
Lettering written directly onto the casing in marker reads "Forty-Six (Master Copy - Uncut)".
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Two girls cross each other's paths in one of the house's barely-furnished upper rooms. The one furthest from the camera is pale with long, black hair and heavily tattooed arms, dressed in jeans and a white tank-top bearing the legend "The World Is My Oyster (Too Bad I'm Allergic)". In each hand is a knife of almost machete-esque length, and notched into her belt are several hand-carved wooden stakes of varying length. The other girl is blonde with equally pale skin, dressed in a black and red skirt and a black corset top with fishnet sleeves, an open back and various red accents. The fire axe in her hands appears well-used, and its handle is sharpened at the end.
The camera angle captures a look of mutual recognition and shock that passes over both of their faces. Neither of them say anything, but their expressions indicate that neither of them expected to see the other. Everything remains silent for several seconds. The two of them appear to be adjusting to the sight of their opponent.
Then the two of them rush forward at the same time, and in a split-second they're in the middle of the room, slashing and striking and dodging each other as much as the confined space can allow. Both girls are a blur of motion, moving too fast for the video to show properly when played at its full speed. It takes some slowing down before the girls' actions become visible again.
Upon slowing the video, it becomes apparent that the blonde is moving faster than her opponent. Soon enough, she's driving the other girl back with fast, wild and unpredictable swings of her axe, tearing strips out of the walls as she does. Each swing comes closer and closer to her, and it isn't long before she's forced into a corner with no more room to move away. Without a moment's hesitation, the blonde swings her axe one more time and takes the other girl's head off.
Or at least, she tries to. A faint aura envelops the black-haired girl, and suddenly she's dashing far out of the blonde's reach, leaving afterimages with her every movement, and the swing doesn't even come close to hitting her. The axe embeds itself in the wall where she had been standing a moment prior, its head punching through the plaster.
And then the black-haired girl rushes forward again, her blades coming up from her sides in narrow arcs, slashing at the blonde while she's off-balance. Even with her new jump in speed, her opponent manages to keep up, but it isn't long before she gains the upper hand. One of the knives slices open the blonde's forearm as she tries to strike back, followed by another long gash that opens up across her chest. The blonde stumbles a bit, and in that moment, the black-haired girl seizes the opportunity to stab her in the chest.
Or at least, she tries to. At the last moment, the veins around the blonde girl's eyes darken intensely, and the other girl falters for a split-second. Just long enough for the blonde to kick the legs out from under her. The black-haired girl crashes to the floor, and the blonde vaults past, ripping her abandoned axe out of the wall and disappearing out of the room's exit. The other girl scrambles to her feet, cursing loudly and grabbing her knives from the floor.
The camera switches to a view of the hallway. The blonde stands beside the doorway, apparently hoping to ambush the other girl within the confined space of the hall. But instead of opening, the door rips itself free before embedding itself in the opposite wall, blocking the blonde's path in the process. Seems the other girl is more clever than she looks. Her form speeds through the little bit of space left in the doorway and rushes through the hall, disappearing down the stairway at the end while the blonde is preoccupied.
Not even a moment later, the blonde's fist shatters the door completely, sending splinters flying across the hallway.
Downstairs, the black-haired girl has made it into the house's living room and is now hiding behind one of several pieces of overturned furniture. The aura surrounding her has disappeared, leaving her movements much slower than they had been a moment ago. She