Dante Lot (unseen_miami) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-11-08 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, children, dante lot, hades, ian carmichael, npc |
Who: Ares & Hades (with Helen, some unnamed ghosts and Brian, the kidnapper)
What: Greek Justice
Where: outside the Continental Miami Bayside Hotel
When: Backdated November 1, after 3 AM
Warnings: Violence
Ares had listened to Mel's plan and had taken the mask neatly wrapped in the red costume of the dog. He wasn't sure if the mask would affect him as it would the mortal that the Muse of Tragedy wanted to hurt, but better safe then sorry. He took out his phone to text Hades.
I am ready with Mel's mask to hurt the mortal scum who took the baby.
Hades paused his hunt when he felt his phone vibrate against his leg and taking it out he paused, the ghosts around him pausing as well, as he read it. Mel's mask? So, this wasn't going to be a simple murder/recover mission. It brought a wicked grin to the Dark One. Good. Deep in the night of these holy days to the dead, the more brutal justice he could bring the better. Quickly he texted back, Get your car ready and begin to circle. I have three different ways of looking for this child that I only need to wait to be success.
Let me know when you find them. Was the simple text Ares sent back, he got in his car while putting his phone away. He started to drive in circles around the theatre, every circle bigger then the one before. It was not the most ideal way of looking but he might get lucky and spot the idiot that stole Tragedy's baby.
There was phone silence for what felt like a long time. At least to Ares. Hades received Hephaestus' text and news and rushed there first and alone... well, if one could be alone with a cohort of ghosts recruited as he moved through the city. He had to secure the child first, or at least find out what was going on. The ghosts entered the hotel room and found the child not at physical threat. It was reassuring to Hades as he cloaked himself in invisibility and sneaked into the room himself.
The ghosts now had new orders. Brian, the kidnapper, suddenly found himself unable to touch anything. Anything he reached for moved just a little out of his reach. Confusion began to lead to fear. The paternity test he had been trying to use kept moving away from him. His cell phone did the same. When he tried to sit, the chair moved just out of his reach as well. “What is going on?” He cried out, like someone in a bad horror flick. Brian didn't watch enough Twilight Zone episodes inspired by Poe, clearly.
But Hades determined that such a tone was apt. Continental Miami Bayside Hotel, room 403. Give me a text when you are near by. I have him pretty scared. When you get here, I'll secure Helen and chase him out into your arms.
The text made Ares smile, "Finally!" He said to the world as large as he turned and drove toward the hotel in the message. He would have fun with that mortal, first he would see him squirm under Mel's mask for a little, then he would 'save' him from it for a bit. That time he would use to hurt him as badly as he could without killing him. After that he would place the mask on the mans face again and let it sit there for a bit, being tortured by ones own fears and visions of tragedy for oneself and the people one loves could probably kill a mortal. Not that he was planning on letting that kidnapping bastard get off that easily, besides he hoped that Hades would have some fun ideas for hurting the mortal too.
As he drove into a parking spot accross the street from the hotel he got out his phone. I am here!
Oh good. Time to leave mentally disorienting stall tactics behind then. Hades silently stepped behind Brian and pushed him as hard as he could. Watching the mortal begin to fall, he went to the bed that little Helen was laid on and glimmered into existence for just a moment... enough that a silver outline shone without revealing any of his features. He reached out and picked the little baby up, draping her in his costume jacket for warmth, before returning to full invisibility.
As far as Brian was concerned though as he got his bearings back from falling on her face, Helen completely disappeared. “Where did she...?” Hades, unseen, smirked at the man, and then slammed his foot to the ground. The ghosts had been told of the signal. The room erupted into chaos. The bed rocking, the furniture floating and nearly striking him. All those things that in movies look merely cliché but in real life, actually do scare people. Brian dashed out of the room, believing the better part of valor was getting out of the crazy situation before being struck by a flying end table.
Cradling the infant in one arm, he kissed the top of her head softly to comfort her and texted Ares again. Coming outside. Catch him. The ghosts proceeded to put everything back as they had found it.
Ares had taken his place next to the door, ready to grab his prey and pull him quickly in the little dark street next to the hotel out of sight. The terrified mortal was not hard to spot as he flew out of the hotel. Ares grabbed the man's arm and pulled him close, he grinned down at the mortal who looked as if he saw a ghost.
"Who..." The man started but the Wargod was not there to talk, he quickly pushed the mask of Tragedy on the mortal's face while he pulled him into the dark alley. The mortal froze as he saw all the tragedy that could befal him and his loved ones, it looked so very real to him. "Life can be hard... can't it?" The God purred into the terrified man's ear before removing the mask.
Hades watched the exchange, all the while gently stroking the little girl's hands to console and to keep her quiet. Sometimes it was beneficial to him that he could separate his actions like this. To be gentle to the child while... He eased behind Ares and whispered in Latin, “|Why did you take it off? I assume it shows him tragedy... Wouldn't it be best to punish him with it on?|”
|"Because I want him to see my face as I hurt him."| Ares said as he let the blood-lust that soared through him power him up letting his glamour slip just for a moment. His eyes showed the blood-lust combined with the fire of all wars that had been, the wars that were and all the wars that would be. War might be a handsome God he was not a kind God. "I guess you know why you are here..." He purred as he moved close to the mortal.
"I..." Brian started but he was not able to make a sentence, instead he started to cry. "Oh... don't cry." The words were not kind, "All I am going to do is hurt you as much as you hurt the little baby's mother and then..." He paused for effect. "Then you will die wearing this nice little gift we brought you." He waved the mask in front of the kidnapper's face who tried to move away from it.
Carefully balancing the child in his arm, Hades took the mask from the war god and placed it back on the kidnapper's frightened face. “|He doesn't understand the mask's power. Waving it only confuses him.|” His speech began to lose its emotion and monotone out as he brought his dark, invisible eyes to the trembling mortal. Every moment Brian was being judged, but final judgment had been decided already. If he took Ares to his word, Mel wanted him dead. But to die slowly. “|I know you want him to see you, but remember, this is not about us. This is about what her parents wish and deserve. Maximum torment.|”
Ares felt some disappointment at Hades' words, but he knew it was the truth, this was about Mel and Helen but that did not mean he could not beat the man up too, did it? He didn't see any problems beating the man to a bloody pulp while he was being tortured by the mask at the same time. With a big evil grin he punched Brian into the stomach a few times.
Hades believed the phrase “maximum torment” heavily implied it was proper and highly encouraged to beat the man to a pulp. Not his own particular cup of tea, but he was more for direct torture himself. But whatever made Ares happy. He took Helen a little distance away so the whimpering and punching did not upset her, “|Perhaps we should take this to a more secluded place. Like the other side of the road with the lack of lights.|” Not that it really mattered to Hades, he was invisible after all.
Again Hades was right, of course. Ares grabbed Brian by the waist and started to move to the other side of the street, he did get a curious look from a passer-by. "Drunk." Was all he said and that seemed to be enough for the man who moved on without another look or word. When he reached the more quiet and dark side of the road he grinned, it was nice and close to his car too. When the kidnapper was dead he would drive him to the Everglades as he had done before months ago, he was getting pretty good at getting rid of corpses in this new world of CSI and DNA.
The fact that Brian was wearing a mask was easily written off as Halloween antics if anyone had seen the cross over to the other side of the road. It was doubtful anyone would expect “magic mask” to be the actual answer. Hades crossed the street carefully, humming lightly the song that Mel had recorded for his own sons months earlier. He assumed a lullaby done by Mel for his children would be just as good for Helen. It seemed to keep her quiet as she curled up in his arm. “|And now we can torture him|,” he lightly told Ares, the only thing breaking up his humming, “|And don't forget bone breaking. Less mess to clean, same amount of pain.|”
Ares was more for bloody pulp, blood-lust was after all a domain of his, but he could not deny the logic behind his uncle's words. "Do you speak Latin, boy?" He asked Brian who was no longer in any state to reply either way. "I assume you don't, so I will tell you that those words were a suggestion to break your bones." The mortal shivered, "Oh... you can still hear me, that is nice."
He ran his hand down the man's arm slowly, "Which one to pick first... decisions... decisions..." He made is sound if he was about to decide between wearing blue or black socks. Then without any warning he started to break the fingers on the kidnapper's right hand. "Stealing is against the law..." He said thoughtfully before moving to the left hand. "Especially..." Pinky was broken. "stealing..." then the index finger. "pretty..." the middle finger broke with a snap. "little..." and the ring finger. "babies!" And the thumb broke as if it was the period at the end of the sentence.
Hades merely suggested it to make clean up easier. He knew what Ares' domains were and cleaning wasn't one of them, nor was he calling the goddess whose domain that was to assist in such a way. Hestia was far not corrupted enough for that... That was easily five hundred or so years of effort to get to accept something like that as fun. “|I am only speaking in Latin because I sound scarier in it than in English. I just have to try so hard for that.|” Stupid British accent. “|Are you going to need anything to help break the bigger bones? I can look around. Oh!|” Like a light bulb went off above his head, “|And since we are not keeping him alive, feel free to puncture those organs. Internal bleeding is still bloodshed I would think.|”
|"I enjoy translating the Latin, sometimes it is enjoyable to tell them what they are going to live through."| Ares grinned evilly, being the God of War was really tons of fun, he would not have it any other way. |"Mortals break easily but a nice hard object to break the bigger bones might be good for some extra pain."| He decided that he would break the ribs next, they were perfect for causing internal bleeding.
He pushed Brian to the ground, "How about some more pain, boy?" His laugh rolled around the mortal who still had to watch all the tragedy that could come to him and the people he cared about, combined with the physical pain it was almost too much, death would probably be the best thing that could happen him at this moment. But the Wargod was not ready to let the kidnapper die.
“You see, little one,” Hades whispered in English to the child as he roamed a bit to find something suitable. Not that he believed she knew what he was saying in English either, but it just made more sense to do so. “You are precious. All children are, but you are precious to our family, so our family came to help you.” And avenge, but he kinda rolled that all into help. “And one day you might appreciate this story but not until you're older. Will tell you about it then.”
Ah, that was a good heavy stick and a nice rock. Hades gathered both and put them at Ares' feet. “|A rock to shatter, the stick to give leverage to break. The choice is yours. I would help but well, baby...|”
Ares looked at the rock and the stick, both were really useful, he didn't mind beating up this worm of a mortal. First he took the rock and weighted it in his hand, without really looking at Brian he kicked hard against the ribs of the mortal, of course hard enough to break them. |"Don't worry, uncle, I am enjoying myself.| Are you enjoying yourself?" He easily skipped from Latin to English, as he kicked the kidnapper's ribs again.
“Yes.” Hades responded in English, before falling back to Latin, “|Watching justice and punishment befall the guilty? If only the Enryines were here.|” He didn't mind not doing the actual torturing himself. Declaring it so and watching, while comforting a child was just as much of a reward really.
|"Justice and vengeance will be served today."| Ares finally decided to use the rock, he knelt down next to his victim and smashed the little bones in the man's right hand with the rock, then moved to the other side to do the same with the man's left hand. "You will never use these hands to touch anything that is not yours to touch again." Of course it would not take too much longer before the man was dead but he wanted to make sure that even a puny mortal would be able to understand why he was being punished. Ares didn't have a high opinion about the mental abilities of most mortals.
As he got up he took the right foot of Brian in his hand and pulled the leg up. The man was not able to move much any more and while lying on his back on the cold ground he had no strength left to pull his leg away from the God of War. With a swift and brutal move Ares stamped down on the extended leg as if he was trying to break a simple stick, the sicking crack that followed made the angry Wargod laugh.
The crack of the leg was like true music to the Keeper of Tartarus' ears. The other leg being cracked was just as enjoyable, but almost made a bell ring in his mind. If they were to keep him alive, they would need to stop. But as they were not, due to Mel's decree, Hades pushed away from where he was leaning and pressed his foot to the dying man's throat. He could see the mortal's soul beginning to leave him, a death glow, before the end, before that final breath. A final moment of suffering and fear was this man's fate as he could not see what crushed his throat and kept much needed air from his lungs. “|Are you going to deal with him first? Because if so, I'll watch Helen until you can return her.|”
["I will."] Now that the mortal was dead Ares didn't see no reason to not switch to his favourite language, ["I will drive him to the Everglades before returning to you."] He didn't question why he was returning Helen instead of Hades. ["Where can I pick her up?"] He took the mask with the red cloth in which the Muse of Tragedy had wrapped the mask. He wrapped it up again and put it into his pocket before picking up the corpse.
The mortal was definitely dead. Hades was staring at his broken and lamenting soul right now. It was actually a distraction. “Would run if I were you, before another hand of judgment finds you.” Though the gates of Hell were not opening on their own, perhaps they were late, or maybe they just opened like that automatically for the deaths of pagan gods in the presence of the grim reaper. The Dark One just hoped Brian wasn't going to get by easily with some deathbed conversion nonsense.
But as the soul ran/floated terrified into the night, he turned his attention back to Ares, “[Sorry, wasn't talking to you. I'll walk a mile or two away from here. I can't drive or I might get stuck in the Amber Alert.]” And even if he was cleared of the kidnapping charges, he would never ever hear the end of it from his family.
Ares nodded, ["I will get rid of this garbage and then on the way back to town I will text you."] There was of course hardly no traffic to slow him down but he thought it might just be easier to find Hades that way. ["Will you let Mel know the baby is safe?"] For a brief moment there was a tiny spark of caring in the harsh God's voice.
Hades heard that tiny spark loud and clear. “[Of course. I'll let her know that Helen is fine. Just taking a leisurely stroll with her grand-uncle, or whatever I am, on the Day of the Dead. Don't worry about that.]”
Ares wasn't worrying, right? Of course he wasn't! He was Ares, God of War! And the God of War did not worry! ["I will text you when I am back."] He grumbled, nobody should ever think of teasing him about having warm feelings for a muse or a baby because there was enough War in him to destroy any such thoughts.
Perish the thought, Hades knew better than to make Ares face the truth about those warm feeling bubbling under his violent exterior. Hades, on the other hand, had no qualms about being obvious about his affection for the child in his arms. “[Good. Then we can return child to mother and be done with this. We still on for tonight?]”
["Of course I am."] Ares grinned as he shifted to corpse from one arm to the other, yes, he was still carrying it. ["This was just a nice warming up session."] He looked around to see if nobody could see him and his 'garbage' before he started to move toward his car. ["I can still beat you, uncle."]
“[Only one way to find out. We'll just have to see.]” He would see Ares cloaked under a sky of night, on the ground, in the middle of a death festival, not even twenty four hours after administrating judgment and justice. The odds just seemed... off for the War god, but Hades didn't think about that at the moment. His concentration was on the child in his arms as he walked along the road unseen to all. “[Have fun, Nephew. My phone is on.]”
Ares' ego was big enough to not even think that on these days his uncle was even stronger then he normally would be. He was War and he was used to winning and he was not a very gracious loser. ["See you later tonight."] He bowed respectfully in the direction of Hades' voice assuming that the invisible God was still standing there.
Summary: With Hephaestus' help and Persephone's and his own cohort of ghosts, Hades found Brian in his hotel room with Helen and told Ares. I'm sure you can figure out where this all goes without a summary.