shygod (shygod) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-05-11 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | shy |
Who:Shy, Deja Vu & random guard (NPC'ed)
When: Mid-afternoon, Monday May 11th
Where: Shy's room, Fischer's compound
What: Shy's bad mood sparks into a full on temper tantrum
Warnings: Contains death by electrocution
Shy was still not happy. It had been a month since his glitch, yes, he did consider it a 'glitch,' nothing more, and still Shy was haunted by the night. He had done all he could to remedy the situation, he had tolerated the punishment of that vile, loud organic being in his room, his space, his kingdom for one long, painful week. Then he had sent that healer, who Shy had not entirely minded. She had been quiet, respectful, she had not squeaked or tried to touch him unnecessarily, a fact he appreciated. It had still been a blow to his pride.
Blank eyes narrowed suspiciously as the cameras lining the halls fed images of a guard escorting another female toward Shy's room into his electronic brain. He did not need a monitor, his mind able to process all the images from the island's surveillance system all at once, the movement nearing the door to his little darkened room tripping his internal alarms and drawing his focus. His lips pressed into a thin line, turning down at the edges, annoyance touching his thin, pale features. He recognized the guard with a wince, his frown deepening just the smallest bit. It was the same obnoxious organic who had infested his cell for a week. Shy was not amused.
The female with him, however, she took some searching. She was a mutant by the collar around her neck, and a quick scan showed her to be an empath from Blue. His skeletal frame tensed the smallest bit, displeasure running down him like a chill. So. Father still did not trust him. He was obviously sending someone whose presence he hoped Shy would tolerate, but he was sending someone to check up on him. A god did not need to be checked up on.
Shy was ready when the guard opened the door, standing in his stooped, skeletal posture, long, bony hands extended toward the door. The guard was stunned to see the boy standing, he usually spent all his time crouched over that keyless keyboard he used to communicate with electronics, the Internet, and the world beyond. There would be no communication through the monitor today, Shy was in no mood to kid around iwth this vile creature.
"Leave."
The word was whispered, cold as steel and harsh. It was articulated by a short jolt of electricity, the white hot streak of energy jumping from his outstretched hands to the guard's shoulder. Shy would not tolerate them here. He had done his part, he had served his time. He wanted to run his island and be left in peace.
The guard jumped at the pain, swearing as he reached to rub his shoulder. Eyes going wide, the girl stepped back and tried to side-step her way out of the room, but the guard grabbed her to prevent her from fleeing. "Now Shy," the guard scolded, holding a bit too tightly to the female's arm. "You know you're only here 'cause Fisher told us to be. Now sit down and be a good boy."
Thin lips twisted into a frown. Good boy? Shy was no boy. He was a god. This island did not run properly without him. It was his to manage and run and perfect. He was Revolve's shy god and he would not be spoken to like this. Rather than answer, he shot out another jolt from his fingertips, it hitting the guard again in the shoulder, his white eyes narrowing as he let it linger.
"Son of a--!" the guard swore, gripping the girl harder as she again tried to bolt. He reached swiftly into his pocket, pulling out the control for Shy's collar. He was not going to let the little freak use his powers on him, Fischer's "kid" or not. He lifted the remote and pressed the button, holding his arm far out to remind the frail boy that he had the power in this situation.
Pain shot through Shy's body as the collar was activated, it was the first time it had been used on him in a very, very long time. He had been special, treated differently, protected, coddled and provided for ever since Fischer realized how useful and important he could be. The pain was there, it was shocking, but Shy had changed since the last time it was used. He had grown, his powers had grown.
his dark, mess of hair stood on end as the energy stored in his body, it flickering around him, leaving burns on his skin and on his organs, but at the same moment, Shy felt the power. The edges of his lips twisted into the smallest hint of a smirk before his eyes squinted into thin, white lines. The frail boy braced himself, and channeled the voltages that had assaulted his body through his arms, to his fingers, then across the open space to the guard, who was still clutching onto the girl. The man cried in agony as the electricity seared through his body, the shrieks of the girl caught in the crossfire rebounded off the walls in the small, dark room Shy occupied.
Laced with pain and knowing nothing else to do, the guard jammed his thumb onto the button again, activating the collar once more. Shy smirked. It was difficult to see, but it held all the malicious glee of one who just realized a great potential within themselves. It hurt less now, now that he was not holding the energy within his own body, but rather channeling it immediately outward. As the voltage around his neck increased, so did the output from his bony hands. All sense of time was lost as white light flashed and the scent of seared flesh and hair filled the small cell.
At last, the dancing crackles of white energy stopped and the two bodies fell to the ground, charred and lifeless. Shy panted, as exhilarated by it as he was drained, he dropping heavily to the over sized pillow he loved so much. Licking his thin lips, he touched his keyboard, seizing control of Fischer's keyboard with a mere thought.