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Who: Violet & Ethan (NPC) OT Shy
When: Late Night Saturday
Where: Ethan's Lab
What: Ethan finally steps across the last line and Violet makes him pay for it with his life.

"It won't hurt," Ethan kept saying that. It won't hurt. She wished he would just stop trying to lie to her because he said it and then she felt as if someone were slowly peeling the tattoos on her skin off one by one. Slipping a razor just under the surface and pulling. She swore she'd screamed herself hoarse, but everything was so fuzzy she couldn't be certain she had screamed at all. Her throat fell raw enough though as she swallowed, eyes opening just to slits and feeling pain needles enter through those slits piercing through to the back of her brain. Added to the burning feeling all over her skin and she was having a hard time just breathing.

A slow breath through her nose, the burning senasation going down her throat. Crying might have made her feel better. Praying for absolution against the damnation of her soul might have done even more. Violet did neither, instead she relaxed into her restraints feeling the metal bite into her flesh and concentrated on simply breathing. Today was Saturday. She was almost certain of it. The keyword was almost.

Now her brain flickered backward in time, grasping at mental straws, fixed memories. The first thing was her fight with Victor. How she'd screamed at him. Thinking about it brought back the shiver of how angry she'd been after he slapped her. That same anger started to turn under her skin as she tried to place when Ethan had come to get her. This time, he'd come with a pair of guards, perhaps somehow aware of how much she wanted to hurt him.

He'd talked to her for hours, mostly just quoting test results at her as he ran through his various little tests. Violet stopped listening before too long. He became white noise in her mental background as she slipped out of consciousness. When she returned, she could still hear his voice droning on about how this or that shouldn't hurt.

It always hurt.

The motion to turn her head was automatic at the feeling of fingers against her chin. "Ugh," it almost seemed as if she were choking for a moment.

"You are useless," she was sorting through the sound of his voice, making sense of his words but only barely. "Why doesn't it work?" Frustration was heavy in his voice. Heavy in his thinking. Violet opened her eyes a little more, his frustration mingling with her already present anger. "I'll have to get another subject. Perhaps one of your little friends. Then you can have plenty to talk about while I work."

Her eyes shuttered open and breath started to come down ragged. As much as she had controlled her anger previously, now it was crawling up her spine and into her eyes, forcing her to spark. Her whole body had been relaxed, now it was as if an electric current had been applied to her muscles. She snapped forward, teeth closing just a bare inch from Ethan's flesh. The woman didn't even feel the skin at her wrists break and start to bleed, all she knew was an overpowering rage.

Violet's face twisted into a grotesque parody of human, teeth snapped shut but showing from snarled back lips. Unthinking, she twisted one arm hard, feeling the skin giving and peel, bones snapping, as she pulled her arm out of the restraint. Flags of flesh dripped from the metal even as she closed that abused hand around Ethan's collar.

"You will not touch them," her words were whispered. Violet refused to even entertain the idea of him strapping Gambit or D to a table and torturing them. Just the thought of their faces contorted in pain, bloody fingers closed all the tighter. "You know what you will do? Yes, you'll do something for me, Ethan." Just that sick whisper, eyes bright purple and staring through him. Still with that smile and hoarse, rasping breath. "What you're going to do for me is pick up that scalpel. Yes, that same one you used to carve me up with my blood still on it." He reached for it without letting go of the eye contact, fumbling and almost dropping it on the floor. When he showed it to her, she hissed, a sound that had an edge of sexuality to it, but most of it was just that same anger.

With a slow movement, she ran her fingers down the front of his shirt. "Now open your collar and cut your fucking throat." He did as she asked, fingers trembling as they moved. For a moment, she could see the pale skin of his throat, his adam's apple, the suggestion of veins. The the barest twinkle of metal in the light as he brought that blade to his throat. He hesitated. "Oh come now, Ethan," she breathed into the air between them. "You want to do this for me. You want to make. me. happy." All the rage in her wanted was to consume. A ravenous beast behind a beauty's face.

The metal to his skin and the first gout of blood as Ethan Wayne slowly slit his throat. The sound of him gasping for breath while he dropped slowly to his knees only made her manical grin all the wider. He went to his knees, a flash of realization as he put his hands to his throat trying to hold in his life and she just watched....simply watched as the light in his eyes went out completely.