| [May. 4th, 2009|05:24 pm] |
The shaking had started again. Shudders crawled out from his spine, making Genma's teeth clack together, his breath stutter. The injected drug worked quickly, lending a further edge of surreality to everything. He watched Raidou carefully. Watched the hand on his arm, traced it back to the scarred, battered body of his friend. Let his eyes fall again when Raidou let go, staring at his friend's hands. Big hands. Safe hands.
And then Genma's most hideous nightmare came to life.
Someone was breaking Raidou's hands.
Genma lurched forward with a hoarse shout. He had to stop it. Stop it before they did to Raidou what'd they'd already done to him.
There was a sickening crack from Raidou's thumb.
Genma dove for the interrogator... but he wasn't there. Raidou had leaned over towards the floor, and the hand-breaker was simply vanished. Genma toppled towards him with a confused whimper, hands flung out instinctively to catch himself as the floor rushed up. An arc of blood drops on concrete traced the motion. |
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