Angela's gonna start a... (holywar) wrote in schisms, @ 2019-02-28 05:51:00 |
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Betrayal - of any sort - was grounds for murder as far as Massacre was concerned. When it came to betrayal of Chrysalis? Of the organization that helped so many? That pulled them together for the future that all mutants deserved? Of the greater good? Of the ultimate fate that was sure to come once their plans were properly - fully - underway? The group that have given her a personal purpose and goal after she’d endured so much at the hands of those unworthy meat sacks? That was unforgivable and deserving of the most explicit, gruesome, horrible, torturous end that Massacre could possibly imagine. This particular member of Chyrsalis would get off easy. They had no family they were connected to, no friends of note that were outside of the organization, and no real investment it would seem anywhere else. Why they had ran? She’d never know, nor did she fully care. That was what would lead them to where they were now. Massacre had contacted Eraser, letting him know that a special mission was happening and that his assistance would be of help. Of course he was given all the standard niceties of considering his availability to do the job but once things had been agreed on it was a simple to move forward. Tonight they’d start with tracking down the person most likely to know where the trader was and then hopefully find the betrayer in question to execute a slow and excruciating death. Pulling on her gloves after having suited up her head would be turned to the man nearby as they stood ready to break in and interrogate the first person of the night. “Ready when you are.” These were the nights that Caspian both dreaded and lived for - while murder was not usually high on someone’s list of things to accomplish his rap sheet had extensive felonies which included numerous moments of taking a life. He was no god, only a man cursed with an ability that none should ever possess. He derived little pleasure from it as well except when it was personal. The ranking of the organization mattered to him because it mattered to others and he had proven his dedication time and time again. He was no high ranking official, he knew his place, and he rue the day he ever became unuseful to those above him. When he lost interest in the greater good. When Massacre - or anyone really - reached out he knew it was important. Angela was possibly the one he was a bit closer to outside of missions but then again only on a few levels. He prided himself in being a bit more practical, less extreme - on some levels he felt as if she was crazy as a bag of cats. But so far it had not led any of them astray. After adorning the required suit for the job Caspian met up with Angela and the mission began. He cast a glance toward her, she small but fierce, and nodded at her to lead. The coast was clear, so to speak. The person they had been tracking was only a few feet from where they stood and gathering intel for the next target was critical. A mental scan of the building, no mind left untouched, and he knew that the person they were about to pay a visit to was alone - but not for very long. “He won’t be alone for long,” he breathed softly, loud enough for her to hear, “But I can bide us more time.” Playing with people’s minds was easy enough, he did it just about all the time to keep his skills sharp. “Ladies first, please.” “Get us more time.” The tone of the statement was weirdly crossed between an order and an agreement of what would need to happen. While they wouldn’t need to be there for long - in theory - it was always better to be safe than sorry and right now there was only one person who needed to be sorry tonight. Two if they were lucky and this needless rube connected them to the person they really needed to find. Neither of them would benefit from additional intrusion and while Angela was far from opposed to murdering a segment of people tonight that wasn’t their mission or intent. At his polite - if archaic - suggestion of ladies first Massacre would move forward, grasping at the door handle and easily breaking the whole thing off with the crunching and whine of metal and little else in the way of noise. From there it was easy to give the door a ‘gentle’ push and - even with deadbolt - the door easily swung open. “Knock, Knock.” There was a slightly deranged glee that echoed in the tone of the words as massacre walked into the building without concern or care. “So glad you could join us tonight.” Her gaze leveled at the person they’d tracked down tonight and a low chuckle slipped out. “We have a few questions for you.” A beat. “It’s up to you if this goes easy or hard, and personally, I hope you opt for hard.” Knuckles would be audibly cracked and the man seemed frozen in place for the moment trying to determine what his options were before he’d act. “As you wish,” he breathed. It didn’t take too many seconds to locate any minds nearby - the process was usually simple and straightforward when it came to wiping minds or reconfiguring memories - and grant as much time as was needed. This not only prevented interruption but also kept them safe from powers or firearms which might otherwise be used to thwart them. Perhaps his methods were archaic but he didn’t care too much just then to debate about terminology. Caspian hung back as Angela granted them access. He was glad to know she was on his side as far as fighting considering the sound the door made upon being wrenched free from its housing. As they crossed the threshold he continued to hold onto those other minds surrounding them. Nothing would jeopardize their mission or compromise the integrity of what needed to be accomplished. He did not tamper with the mind of the man who they were facing as he wanted Angela to have all of the fun she desired. “I recommend giving her what she asks for and no less. Just advice.” Caspian breathed, pausing a touch back behind Angela so she could have full range of motion. The man they’d come for seemed to hesitate in his decision, eyes moving between the two of them for a moment before he’d start to scramble, reaching for a gun and drawing it out as quick as shaking hands could manage. “Don’t come any closer!” He attempted to be authoritative in his barked words but there was fear around the edges. A terror that could be heard and smelled on a cold dark night like this. “Hard way, I like it.” The devious and deeply pleased purr of tone could be heard in her voice and as the man moved to point the gun at Angela he wasn’t fast enough. In the blink of an eye she was beside him. “Too slow.” Her tone was twistedly delighted as a hand came down in a karate chop like motion much faster and harder than expected, breaking the man’s forearm in two with bone ripping through muscle. A scream would begin to emanate from the man’s lips and Massacre’s hand clamped over his mouth cutting the noise short as the gun hit the floor and skittered across it to end it’s trip at Caspian’s feet. “Shhh, shhh.” Wrapping the man up in choke hold her free hand would pat almost lovingly at his hair. “We don’t want that. No we don’t.” Baby talk was the tone of tempo of her words now as the man struggled against her. It was laughable really. “Be a dear and grab that, would you?” Was offered over to Caspian with a jut of her chin signaling for him to fetch the gun. Caspian watched the familiar motion of their target making for his gun. With a shake of his head, Caspian gutted and folded his arms lightly across his chest. He made no moves to stop him or the action. Angel could handle herself. “So you’re not much for advice then, are you?” The words were dismissive in nature, the fellow was going to get hurt anyway. Two of the ones Caspian was controlling to stay out began to tussle nearby - he’d gotten bored and Angela was having all the fun. One was busy killing the other one over false memories Caspian had etched into his mind and once the one man had been killed the other took his own life. Messy but effective. The room continued to be quiet enough and private for their endeavors. A bit of a smile appeared as she worked. The gun skittered to rest at his boots and he peered down at it. His own Ruger was stuck in a holster at a hip for backup but Cas had not drawn it. He knelt instead quickly, fetched up the gun and stood, holding the gun up and out, pointing it at the target. He arched an eyebrow at the man, “You should probably start listening, it’s less painful,” he explained to the man in Angela’s arms. The man struggled for a moment seeming to think if he could squirm or potentially hit hard enough he could get away. Both notions were completely false as Angela was far from dumb and had already activated the powers that would be most beneficial in such close range. Realistically the man was going to die here tonight for his insolence if he knew it right now or not, but that would come later. Right now they still needed him. “We came here to talk and this is how you welcome us?” There was a ‘tsk, tsk, tsk noise that followed as she tightened the choke hold. “What would your mother say?” A soft demented sort of giggle escaped regardless of her attempt to repress it. While murder and destruction were her standard go to items for handling issues the cat and mouse of leading into them, the playing with a victims psyche were some of the most thrilling parts prior to the look of fear in their eyes as they realized they were going to die. Finally the man seemed to calm, if it was due to lack of airflow or the stark realization that things were only going to possibly be okay if he listened? Who knew. “Better.” Massacre cooed in his ear. “I’m Massacre, what’s your name?” She already knew his name but it was a psychological technique along with giving him her calling card. “J-Joe.” The guy manages to choke out, clearly struggling to talk. “Nice to meet you Joe. Now, we’re here about a friend of yours. Thrasher. Or you might know him by Ben. Either way, we’re looking for him. Think you can help?” Her gaze would rise up to Caspian, checking to see if he was paying attention. Now would probably be a good time for mind reading and she hoped the other man took the bait. Caspian had learned long ago not to try to play the hero in these situations when it came to potential harm to Angela - she was more than capable of handling herself even in extreme situations. So he watched and waited for cues, letting her toy with the prey in her claws until she got what she wanted or boredom arose. As the cordial exchange of names occurred Cas couldn’t help but smirk. Ah she was lovely in her element. Question posed, he met her gaze briefly and held it though his mind was touching Joe’s sorting for information. The man had no skill at all, and also none designed to combat Cas’ mental strength. A bit of deciphering and he found the location they wanted, pulling the information from Joe’s mind and placed it into the forefront of Angela’s. In the blink of an eye he was out of her realm of thought and again touching Joe’s, placing a grip on it lest he get any funny ideas about trying to fight. The information dump from Caspian was technically all they needed to go find the fucker they needed but… Angela couldn’t help herself. They’d already started to play. She’d ease the grasp of the choke hold a little bit, just enough so that it would be easier for him to talk. “I don’t know where he is.” The man stammered out, clearly scared. “Shhhh.” The choke hold tightened again. “Now that’s not what we want to hear. Why don’t you give us the info we need. Hrm, Joe? You’re wasting our time and our time?” There was a low coo. “It’s a valuable, valuable thing.” The man’s face started to turn some of the prettiest colors she’d seen in a while too. “One more chance. Tell us everything you know about Ben. No details left out now, and if you leave anything out… Well… That oil stain won’t be the only unsightly thing on the floor.” There was another gaze given to Caspian. He could likely get a bit more now out of the man as Massacre kept him struggling to breath and fearing for his life. She wouldn’t let him talk, not yet, he had to think about what he’d done. The firearm was held pointed at Joe with a steady hand - this was not Caspian’s first foray into the realm of metal in such a capacity - and while this particular weapon was cheap and would probably jam upon being fired it didn’t matter just then. That was the last thing on Joe’s mind. Cas knew because he could hear the man’s thoughts as clear as day. More searching was done, filtering through memories, past conversations, gathering tidbits of intel as he went. Anything he gleaned was absorbed much in the same way a sponge would imbibe water and Caspian left behind falsity. “Massacre, I have a feeling that our new friend here is not telling us the entire truth. No one cares for a liar, do they?” As the comment was offered another dump of information was made into Angela’s mind - anything pertinent to Ben that could help further the cause and give importance to the task. “If I might tell you a short story, Joe,” he breathed softly, lowering the gun slightly so that the barrel was pointed at one of Joe’s knees, “When I was a lad my father always threatened to beat me until my last breath was uttered if I lied to him. I was afraid of him then, but not now. He’s changed, come to see the error of his ways. Since then I’ve always loathed liars. Pity our friendship had to turn out this way, mate. Dreadfully sorry but I don’t think you deserve to walk again. You want mercy, I can hear you begging for it in your mind, amongst other things, and oh...what I am going to do is a mercy compared to my companion. She doesn’t care for liars either.” The gun was fired, taking out a good portion of Joe’s leg, much to Caspian’s surprise. It had actually fired a round. An impressed look settled over his face for a moment and his eyes lifted to Angela’s waiting for the next move. “I’ve always loathed liars.” Massacre would add to the conversation, letting Eraser do a chunk of the talking then. It was almost amusing how this all was playing out. Unfortunate on many levels but also not really any worse or better than she’d really expected at this point or from this level of scum. The choke hold would be lessened, allowing the man to gasp for air and cry and whine and whatever else he may decide to do at this point. Which Joe was all blubbering tears and cried of pain which was… annoying at best. Which perhaps was the worst part. There was a low growl and Angela snapped the man’s neck without a second though let before letting his limp body fall to the floor. “I think we’re done here.” Eyes dropped down to the corpse on the ground before stepping over it and back towards Caspian. “It seems we’ll have to continue this another night for tracking Ben.” There was no pleasure in her voice about this but.. it was what it was the the info while helpful meant they’d likely have to make another game plan to approach Ben if he was attempting to prepare for a fight back. “Thank you for your assistance tonight. I’ll assure your name is mentioned in positive lights.” Walking over a hand would pat at Eraser’s shoulder if he allowed. “Have a good night.” His face did not change from its stoicism as Angela finished the job. Even the sounds of breaking bones, howls of pain, begging and pleading — none of it phased him anymore. It was a surprise he had even an ounce of tenderness left inside of him by this point considering all of the things he had seen and all of the things he had done for the organization. Never a word was spilled either. The clip from the gun was dropped and Caspian tossed the empty pistol away. It was junk in his opinion, better left for whatever lackeys were left to stumble upon. “Shame we couldn’t play longer,” came the casual reply. Turning to Angela he nodded to confirm what she stated about going another round for Ben. She was right (never wrong in most instances in his opinion), they would need to regroup and formulate a plan. For whatever faults Angela had she was a dedicated leader and member of Chrysalis, he had never doubted that about her. That clap on the shoulder was welcomed and when she had faded away he followed suit, willing to hide until summoned again from the shadows. |