Dantalion (knoweth_all) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-07-29 22:37:00 |
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Current mood: | hungry |
Entry tags: | dantalion, madeline kemp |
Who: Maddy Kemp & Dantalion
What: Maddy's idyllic little world gets shattered
When: Monday night
Where: Outside a coffee place, then an abandoned warehouse
Warnings: Demon, head fuckery, torture, language
What people tended to forget about Dantalion, was that beneath the smart ass remarks, the smirks, and the constantly irreverent attitude, he was still a creature of Hell. A shape-shifting, mind-reading trouble maker that loved nothing more than ruining lives. He was just content, more often than not, to sit back and let people do most of the wrecking themselves, with just a little push from him. But every so often, he liked to dive right in, get his hands bloody (literally and metaphorically), and reduce someone to not much more than a pile of broken flesh and bones. And today was one of those days.
He was back in the girl-skin again today, as he'd been seeming to do a lot lately. People were less wary around a pretty 20-something girl than they were around a guy in his mid-20s. They let their guard down more easily, chatted more freely. And Maddy Kemp was no exception to this. She'd just finished making the rounds of the neighborhoods near her building, turning in applications, and she was ready to go home. She'd wanted to look nice, and while her shoes were cute, they were pinching her toes.
Everything about Maddy made Dantalion's lip curl. She was so...normal, so happy and more or less well-adjusted, and people like that didn't sit well with him. But he could fix that.
He fell into step behind her, tapping her on the shoulder. "Excuse me," he said, all bright smile and soft voice. "Do you-god, I'm so embarrassed. Have you got a spare tampon on you? I was just in that coffee place, and the machine's out."
"God, I hate that," Maddy empathized. She started digging through her bag. "I think I do, hang on a tick-"
She never saw the blow coming.
When she came to, she was in a dimly lit room, hands tied together and bound to a hook above her head. Judging from the dull ache, they'd been that way for a while. Her hands were starting to go numb, too. She tried wiggling her fingers, but that only started up a symphony of pins and needles in her hands, so she stopped.
The blonde girl she'd talked to last was sitting in a chair nearby, cleaning her fingernails with a huge hunting knife. She looked up at Maddy's soft noise of surprise. "Good, you're awake," she said, that smile showing off all her teeth. "Thought you were gonna sleep through all of our fun."
"What..."
"Shh, I'm working," he said, holding a hand tightly over her mouth. He started rooting through her mind, and it felt as though her skull were suddenly too full. It hurt, and Maddy flinched and struggled fruitlessly. And then stopped dead, as a white light surrounded her captor. It built in intensity until she had to look away, and when she could look again, the sight made her heart stop. It was...Tommy, but...no, it couldn't be. Tommy was at home recovering. And the eyes...they glowed orange and red, like flames from deep beneath the earth.
'From Hell' her panicked brain supplied. 'Glowing like Hellfire.
"The one with the pink hair, maybe..." he mused, eyes unfocused as he dug deeper into her memories. "No...not family, wouldn't have the same reaction."
Maddy twisted in her bonds. "Lena," she whispered, despite herself.
Tommy-no, the...the thing wearing Tommy's face-backhanded her to shut her up. Her head snapped back and she cried out. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth from her split lip. "You don't think she's good enough for him, do you?" he asked.
Maddy raised her head, peering out from behind her hair. "What? No, no, I like Lena, she's lovely-"
Another blow, this time to her ribs. She couldn't even curl in to protect herself, and all the air in her lungs came out in a pained whoosh. "You can't lie to someone who's in your heeeead," he taunted, in a sing-song voice. "You think she's not quite worthy of your big brother, that he could do so much better than her."
While it was true that Maddy hadn't envisioned Thomas with someone like Lena before, she could see how much they loved each other, and she really was happy for them. And Jamie liked her too, which, for her, was always a good sign, because her nephew was a great judge of character. Thomas liked her, Jamie liked her, boom. End of story.
Dantalion, meanwhile, was rooting around in her head again, making that painful, too-full squeezing feeling come back. A white light built around him again, and when it retreated, Charlotte was standing there. Or, well, a copy of Charlotte anyway. Charlotte never had eyes like that, burning like the pits of Hell, just like the Tommy-double's had.
"Always thought Char was so strong," the double said. "And she is. So much stronger than you'll ever be. Got out of her abusive marriage and she's getting on with her life. You? You have no fire in your heart, and why would you? Nothing bad has ever happened to you. Your brother raised a child from the time he was 16, and he's living with a sickness that'll kill him horribly. Your sister left her abusive husband and slapped him with a restraining order. Your father is dying. Face it, Maddy." The demon-Char got right up in her face, one hand grabbing her chin painfully. "You're the weakest link in this chain. Would anyone actually miss you if they never found you? Something tells me no."
Maddy had started to sob, great, wracking sobs that shook her whole body and made it almost impossible to see. Demon-Char kicked her backward, and she cracked her head against the wall. The whole room spun, and she could feel blood trickling down the back of her head. Her hands were released from the hook above her head, and she fell heavily to the floor, landing painfully on her bound wrists and elbows. The double kicked her sharply in the ribs, and she recoiled, curling in on herself. Her entire body felt like one massive, throbbing pain, she was sure to have bruises and cracked ribs when this was over. If she lived through it, anyway.
"Pathetic," the double spat. "Crying and closing your eyes, like a child afraid of the dark. Anna wouldn't have done that. Anna would fight. But not you. You whimper and mewl, and scream in your head for someone to rescue you, to protect you. But guess what, Maddy?" Demon-Char lifted her to her feet by her hair. "Nobody's coming. No one knows you're gone. And more to the point?" Those Hellish eyes got closer as she leaned in, lowering her voice. "No one cares."
She threw Maddy back down on the ground. Her head made a hollow sound as it struck the concrete floor, and a wave of nausea surged in Maddy's gut. She probably had a concussion by now. She needed a doctor, or, at the very least, she couldn't let herself pass out. If she did, she might never wake up. Although right now, that wasn't so terrible, if it meant all of this would stop.
Demon-Char just laughed snidely, picking that enormous knife back up. "Don't go to sleep, Maddy," she cooed. "The fun's just starting."
She slammed the knife through one of Maddy's hands, and Maddy screamed, the sound echoing off the walls.