Adam Saxondale [The Master] (thesoundofdrums) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-12-14 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam saxondale, alan hall, joelle walker |
Who: Adam Saxondale. With mentions of Joey Walker and Alan Hall.
When: 14th December, 2009
Where: CORE HQ, reflecting on events that occurred at Joey Walker’s.
What: Washing blood off his hands!
Warnings: Character death and violent imagery, as well as Adam being his usual crazyface.
Traitors always demanded some personal attention. They all had to learn what would happen to anyone who betrayed him, who thought they could just walk away from this life and pass information to Camelot. All of his little followers needed to learn, but some found the lesson a difficult one and that’s when he had to follow through with his threats. It took time and planning, he never did things like this on a whim. He looked at strengths, weaknesses, location and everything he thought he needed to investigate before destroying a person.
Poor Joelle just never saw it coming.
The fight had been messy, magic and lasers were an interesting combination. He had won in the end, killing her little boyfriend in front of her. Slicing his throat and spilling his blood all over the room. The gurgle of life escaping him had been most satisfactory. Adam loved that sound, the last breath before death took them and the reincarnate floated off into the ether. Nymphadora would be back one day, but not in little Alan. Not at all. Poor little empty shell.
Joelle’s death had been slow. A painful experience for her, but she needed to learn not to betray people. Especially him. Her last moments would last as an eternal lesson to his followers, that crossing him meant more than death. It meant suffering first, as bones were broken, blood was spilled and you were forced to look at the bodies of dead loved ones while he laughed at her weakness.
She had such a simple job, passing information to them wasn’t demanding. He had never asked her to kill, torture or maim. All he’d done is demand her loyalty. It was all he demanded of anyone in CORE, loyalty was paramount. Orders can be changed, but the moment you stray from the fold… well, poor little Joey and her broken, mutilated body was a testament to what happened then.
The sound of broken bones lingered in his ears, and he drew out screams from her before finally putting her out of her misery. If only she’d stayed loyal to him, then this never would have happened to her. The poor girl.
The blood was easy to wash off his hands, his clothes would have to be burned and his injuries would heal in time. A few scrapes, a nasty bruise and a broken rib were nothing compared to what he’d put those two through. He almost felt sorry for them, they could have had such a promising career with him, but mostly he was just glad they were dead. At least it had broken up the monotony of running an evil organisation.
Now, he wondered what would be for dinner and if he could convince some of the less annoying CORE members to join him.