Who: Lock and Shock. What: Sneaking a visit, getting in trouble, hiding - usual Nouvelle stuff. When: Niiiight time. Where: Rec room onwards. Warnings: It's Lock and Shock.. sooo expect violence, incest, language.. etc.
The past week had been fairly horrible for Shock. Everything was so cheerful here, like they were filming some sort of anti-depression ad within the very walls of the institution that she was beginning to feel slightly restless. People here clearly had problems, and while everyone was walking along like they knew it, there was something about the place that made her want to vomit. She just could not wait until she could put some of these sorry people out of their misery.
Despite the fact that she hated the place, she had somehow hopped, yes hopped, her way on into the recreation room and was kicked up on the couch, her stocking clad legs glaring at anybody who so much as thought about joining her. As it would appear to anyone on the outside, she wasn't doing anything, but her mind was going a mile a minute. She was listening to everyone and everything and silently wished she had brought a good book with her.
This place was, without a doubt, the most boring place he'd ever been in. Not only was he not allowed near anything sharp or flammable, but the stupid staff was trying their damned hardest to keep him from seeing his siblings. It'd been over a week and, since sneaking in to see SHock, he hadn's seen either one of them. It was having more of a toll on him than he would have liked to admit, really. He'd already had that stolen lighter confiscated when he set his matress on fire out of spite.
Stalking down the hallways, he was just about to go and see what other kind of dangerous mischief he could get into when the peak of a familiar witch's hat caught his eye in the rec room. He stopped just outside the door, eyes narrowing as a devilish smirk curled his lips. It couldn't be that easy, could it? Hmm... perhaps it could.
QUietly opening the door, he slipped in, his bare feet treading over the tiled floor as he approached the couch. He was dressed in his costume, only sans his mask; a red sweater hung baggily from his lean frame and red pants adorned his legs, a wirey devil's tail protruding from the back that swung lazily back and forth when he walked.
When he arrived at the couch, he hovered for just a moment before pouncing, grabbing the wide brim of her hat and jamming it down over her eyes.
The rumour mill wasn't in session today, it seemed and nothing appeard to be catching her attention. She felt herself drifting off slightly and therefore didn't notice her brother's sneaky little entrance. She hardly heard him hovering over her like the irritation he was. In fact, the only time she noticed he was there was when her hat was shoved so rudely down over her eyes.
She gave a half startled, half angry grunt and lashed out at her attacker with her small foot, not caring who it was or where she had hit them. Quite frankly, it served them right for coming up and disturbing her.
Making use of their distraction, she pulled her hat back up and looked at the person who had been so rude. Lock. Go figure. "Oops?" she offered him, a sarcastic little smile spreading across her face already.
He should have been expecting the retaliation, to be honest. But her foot still caught him off guard, catching him right in the corner of his sculpted jaw with a crack. Stumbling back, he instinctively clutched at the sore spot, his brown eyes wide for a moment before they dangerously narrowed. "Bitch," he hissed. Why did she have to do that?! He was always (or almost always) careful not to hurt her-- too badly.
With a feral growl, he bounded over the back of the couch and tackled her into the cushions, illiciting a sharp warning from the orderlies standing guard. His head snapped up to regard them with a deadly glare before he looked back down at his sister, effectively squashed under him with his forearm over her throat. He broke into a smile and lapped at her cheek with his tongue, glancing back up at the orderlies and shouting across the room, "Aw relax, we're just playin'! Right sis?"
There was a smirk in place of the smile now, and she gave him a "see? I am the best," look. Sometimes she did feel bad for hurting her brother, but if she didn't do it then no one would and someone had to keep him in line every now and then. After all, it was her job as the intelligent and well versed sister to do so.
However, as quickly as the smirk had worked its way onto her face, it was wiped away just as fast when he pounced. A small, girlish but disgruntled squeak sounded in the otherwise quiet room. Shock was glaring fiercly up at her brother but she nodded regardless. He would pay for this later on. "Get off me you fat pig. Does it make you feel strong to hold down someone half the size of you?"
He laughed and leaned down harder on her throat, not enough to cut off air but certainly hard enough to make her uncomfortable. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he kept his eyes on the uncomfortable looking orderlies who were shifting in the corner, trying to decide if they should jump in or not. "Fat pig? I think you have me confused with Barrel, Shock. And I don't need to pin you to make myself feel strong. I just love that look on your face."
He finally released her, sitting up so that he was straddling her knees, crossing her arms over her chest. "What are you doing in here, anyway? Besides being a pathetic loser." tame the donuts: She swallowed roughly, wincing from the horrible feeling it resulted in and looked silently relieved when he let go of her. One of these days she was going to become a world class body builder and beat her brothers to a bloody pulp. They certainly deserved it for all of the times they had the upper hand.
She sat up as much as she could, leaning against the arm of the couch for support whilst she got used to him sitting on her knees. The girl narrowed her shocking blue eyes at her brother and huffed. "I'm not being a pathetic loser. I just had nothing to do, and they were being all bitchy about letting me see you or Barrel so I kinda came here." He always managed to make her feel like a loser, but her eyes narrowed futher and more suspiciously. "What are you doing here?" she asked, turning the question around onto him.
"I saw your ugly hat," he sneered, grinning down at her. "Thought I'd see what you were doin'. They've got me in a room all the way on the other side of the building from you and Barrel." He twisted the angular planes of his face into a mask of disgust, clearly agitated by it, his sinewy arms folding sulkily across his chest. Glaring across the room at the orderlies, he suddenly broke into another satanic smile and reached down to wind some of her wirey hair around his finger. A wordless gesture that said what he never would. That he missed her, and their brother.
"It's just like we said it'd be. They really think they can keep us away from each other. Maybe they think we're less dangerous that way. Fucking idiots." Those last two words were said loudly, deliberately directed towards the orderlies who scowled back, clearly perturbed at the teenagers' strange behavior towards one another.
The girl pouted, at that. "It isn't nearly as ugly as your face" she mumbled in a grumpy tone, ignoring his own sulky mood to make way for her own. What did the hat ever do to anyone to deserve such treatment? It was the girl wearing it that was trouble. "They're all idiots," she finally agreed, sending her own unhappy glare in their direction. "They won't let me in the library because they think I'm going to destroy their precious literature."
She shifted uncomfortably, his weight finally becoming too much for her small, wirey legs and she slid them out from underneath him and moved to rest her head in his lap whilst she thought of all sorts of things to do to destroy the people in here. "Maybe we should all move in with each other. What can they do about it?"
He smirked, shifting into a more comfortable position as her head found its way into his lap. "You're the onle one of us who'd actually read it before she burned it," he cackled, gazing thoughtfully off in the direction of the nurse's station. The woman there behind the glass shifted nervously under the cruel gaze of those gold orbs. Such a handsome face to be tainted by such an evil demeanor.
SHock's idea prompty caused him to snap his attention back to her, a delighted grin on his face. "Probably not much. Not when we're all together." He'd never admit it, but being without Barrel and Shock really freaked him out. It was like living without his arms or something. He absently drummed his fingertips against her collarbone while he contemplated it. "You should get Barrel and we could meet in front of the cafeteria, then move your stuff into my room. It'll be like a fort."
She grinned widely, a nostalgic look lighting up in her bright eyes, "I would burn that entire library, if I could. If only because they didn't let me in there. They will regret it, you know," her eyes lost that nostalgic look that she acquired whenever she thought about past offenses of hers and instead flashed dangerously. Oh, she meant what she said and if she had it her way, her brothers would be helping her.
"I'll bring my sheets so we can make a giant fort and no one else will be allowed in. It'll be perfect, and everyone will be so jealous that they didn't come up with something like that in the first place." She nodded, her head shifting in his lap as she did so.
"Oh, I know," he assured her, pride gleaming as he regarded the small girl laying across his thighs. "Don't worry, Shock. I'll get another lighter soon. I'll even let you light the first book on fire." He snickered, his excitement only mounting as she went on to describe the excellence of their soon-to-be living arrangement.
"Fuck yea. Oogies only. Hey, there's even a closet right next to my room. We could probably get some stuff from in there to help build our fort." He reached down and held up the pointed tail of his costume, poking the side of her neck with it before letting it fall back beside him. "This thing could probably pick the lock, no problem." The light drumming against the sweep of her collarbones ceased as his fingers trailed up to carress her throat, squeezing teasingly. With anyone else he would have delighted in crushing the life from them, but he took little delight in harming Shock unless she was getting some kind of pleasure out of it too. "Tonight, maybe?" he whispered, glancing discreetly at the orderlies. "We could get it all set up."
The orderlies continued to watch the scene before them, torn between breaking the questionable pair up, or letting it run its course before making assumptions. Shock ignored them, though. She was used to the attention, and there was no doubt that Lock was too. There was a smirk, then a nod and she grabbed his hand with her smaller one, unsure of whether or not he was going to tempt himself into squeezing her neck any harder. "Tonight," she whispered in reply and rolled over onto her side to stare at a stick of a boy sitting at the table opposite the couch.
"I'll tell Barrel as soon as we get out of here. He'll be so excited!"
The sinister smirk that had been in place slowly melted as he followed her gaze to rest upon the fragile-looking male gawking at the from the table. Dropping his voice to a mean whisper, he leaned down to murmer against her ear, "Who's that, Shock, your boyfriend?"
To anyone else it sounded like the typical cruel taunting of an older brother. But within Lock there stirred a blind, jealous rage at the mere thought of it, however well he concealed it behind his devil's smile. All she had to say was yes and the awkward-looking youth would be a target for severe punishment. No one was allowed to touch his sister. No one except for him, and maybe Barrel.
She hid her smirk behind her fist as she brought her arm up to rest underneath her head so she could lie more comfortably against him. She knew how to play this, it was a well known fact that her brother was protective of her and she was smart enough to know just how to use that to her advantage. Of course, it could possibly result in her dear brother ending up in solitary and the other kid dead, but she didn't care about the other kid. He was just a pawn in her Annoy Lock game.
"Why yes, brother mine. Haven't you heard? We're getting married. I love him ever so much." Her words were drawn out and taunting in the little witchy voice of hers and the boy across from them widened his eyes as the words faintly reached his ears. Her eyes narrowed, and she grabbed her brother's devil tail and began to play with it as the anger simmered with him. She could not wait for his reaction.
The fingers that had been wound so lightly in her hair before tightened suddenly as a spasm of anger overtook his body. "Oh yea?" His voice was a low growl, the amber orbs of his eyes narrowed to dangerous, deadly slits as they tore their focus back to the panic-stricken young man sitting only a few feet away. Maybe it was stupid for him to get so worked up. He knew that Shock couldn't possibly be interested in such a little twerp. But it was the idea of it that drove him so crazy, the mere thought of someone else's hands touching her.
Had it been a true apendage, the tail she toyed with would have jerked itself from her grasp. But alas, it wasn't, and he used his hand to grab it back from her, managing to dissolve his hatred into a deadly smile as he pulled himself out from beneath her. "I should go introduce myself then," he sing-songed, and was stalking over to the table before she could really protest.
The quiet of the room was broken minutes later by the savage bang of the poor boy's face banging against the table, Lock's bony fingers grasping his hair in a vice-like grip to bring it down again and again.
The sadistic, and very sick part of her was grinning at the display before her. Her mouth, twisted into a sinister and crooked grin and her hand lifted to prop her head up so she could watch in interest. Yet, that rational side of her was breaking through an before she knew what she was doing she was crossing the distance between her and Lock and grabbing the wrist that was attached to the arm dealing the brutal blows tightly with her small hand. She gave him a warning look and waited for him to let go of the whelp's hair.
She could already see the orderlies in her peripheral making their way over to the pair and the boy at the table to capture her brother for his evil sin but she was faster than them, and she had more brains than they had braun. Yanking her brother's wrist roughly, she pulled him along as she stormed quickly past the authority figures and out of the door. She just hoped they could out-run them.
He was so intently focused on breaking the boy's face that it came as quite a surprise when Shock's hand wrapped itself around his wrist. Breathing savagely through grinding teeth, he turned an almost startled gaze up to meet her face, a frown of puzzlement slowly dissolving into a breathless, maniacal grin. And then he was laughing, laughing as he reluctantly unwound his hand from the other patient's hair and allowed his sister to lead him from the room at a full run.
The boys blood was on him. He could feel it on his face from where it had splattered when he'd shattered his nose. The adrenaline, the pure euphoria of that kind of pain.. he kept up quite easily with his sister, and it wasn't long before he was the one dragging her, urging her to keep up. He didn't know where they were going, and he didn't care. This felt great.
Sharply rounding a corner, he suddenly pulled Shock against him, and, demonstrating the abilities he'd bragged about earlier, he quickly picked the lock of a storage closet with his tail and shoved the both of them inside, closing it behind them just as the crash of the orderlie's footsteps behind them were closing in.
Panting, he waited until the clamor retreated down the stairwell before facing his sister. "They'll catch me sooner or later," he rasped, but he was still smiling like a kid at an amusement park.
She was giving him a stern look, a look that barely hid her pride and admiration in her brother but showed that she thought his actions were stupid all the same. She was disgustingly flattered that he would do something like that for her, but in a room full of orderlies, well he was fucking idiotic.
Her eyes were given a moment to adjust to the darkness before she tilted her head to take him in, blood splatters and all. "You're stupid. You are incredibly stupid and now you're going to get caught and we won't have our fort anymore." Her bottom lip trembled at the very thought of him being locked away. She was going to have to bash someone's brains in herself if he did.
That small hand reached up to his face and wiped the blood off of it, smoothing her hand down on her dress after she had done so. "I was only lying, you idiot."
"Don't be such a sissy," he hissed, pissed at her for laying a guilt trip on him. "We'll just make the fort another day. Don't worry. It'll happen." He remained still, basking in the glow of the disgusted expression of admiration that lit her eyes, letting her wipe the gore from his sallow complexion without complaint.
Sure, it might have been stupid for him to have attacked that kid in front of a bunch of orderlies. But it had been worth it. He mentally relived the moment when the boys nose had cracked under the weight of his own skull and grinned, his breathing still coming in gasps. Her confession earned nothing more than a noncommital shrug from him as he reached out and grabbed the wrist of the hand she was wiping off on her dress. He slowly dragged his tongue against her palm to clean the remainder of the blood from it and laughed again, a hissing sound.
"Why do you think I took it easy on him?"
There was that little pout gracing her strange features, then. "I'm not a sissy," she remarked angrily "I just think what you did was really dumb." There, that was a good cover up. She would never, ever admit to anyone that deep down the very idea of either of her brothers being taken of her frightened her just as much as Oogie.
Her head tilted, and she made a face as he licked the blood off of her hand. To get the closest to eye level that she could manage with him, she stood on the very tips of her toes and glared up at him. "I hope you get AIDS for licking that blood, God knows that kid looked like he had an awful case of the disease." She wasn't really that mad at him, but she really enjoyed making him feel bad. If she pushed him enough, he would fight physically with her, and she liked that.
"Because you're too weak to actually kill him."
His good humor faded slightly as she deliberately got in his face, her harsh words serving to annoy him greatly. Sculpted features tensed, the sharp curve of his jaw tensing in regards to her last statement. Shock certainly knew the right buttons to push, didn't she? Using his height to his advantage, he drew himself up and glared down at her before using the hand that was wrapped around her wrist to tug her roughly closer to him. Twisting her arm behind her back, his other hand extended to wind in her hair at the back of her head, pulling back until her throat was arched.
"Maybe I just didn't think you were worth the trouble of killing him, you think of that stupid?" She really had a lot of nerve, starting with him and bringing down his high like that. But to be honest, having Shock in such a helpless position was pretty fun too. "Now take it back."
If she were any other girl, she would have cried or screamed or even begged for him to let go of her. She wasn't a normal girl, though, and it thrilled her to know that she was the only one who really knew how to stab him right in the heart when it counted. Her little China doll mouth twisted into a smirk and she grasped onto the soft fabric against his chest so she wouldn't stumble backwards.
"I'm always worth the trouble, Lock. You should know that." There was the pain of having her hair tugged, and her arm twisted behind her back but she had to ignore it if she wante to win this little argument. "No. It's not my fault you have the strength of a half-dead kitten."
He met her smug smile with a snarl, one of those strangely sharp canines exposed. He knew that he was hurting her, he could all but feel the delicate bones in her wrist grinding together as he squeezed it and held it fast between her shoulder blades. He had to admire her for not displaying any signs of pain though... she was resiliant, if anything. Giving her head another nasty jerk, he lowered his face down to hers, his lips whispering just against the pronounced curve of her nose as he whispered, "I could break you right now."
It was an empty threat, but a thrilling thought nonetheless, and for a moment he really looked like he was considering it. He tilted his head and let his mouth gently kiss her cheek even while he tightened his told on her wrist and jerked it up again. "Then you'd see how strong I really am. Now take. It. Back."
She winced as he tightened his grip around her wrist and barely managed to stop hot tears of pain from escaping from her eyes. If there was anything she knew, it was that sometimes he was easily pushed over the edge, but she never watched her step. "Sticks and stones, brother mine," she snarked lightly and pressed herself against him, knowing too well that he wouldn't be able to resist her if she did come onto him.
As her kissed her cheek, she turned her head so her lips, twisted in that infuriating smirk of hers, ghosted over his lips, "But that would be boring, if I were to take something that I truly, deep down really mean back."
She was toying with fire, but yes, she probably already knew that. A small gasp betrayed him when her body crushed itself unexpectedly against his, a quick inhalation of breath that hissed through clenched teeth. He didn't release her though. Nostrils flaring, he resisted the urge to crash his mouth down onto the cruel lips that were whispering so closely to his, twisting his head instead so that he could nip the strained arch of her pale throat with his teeth instead.
She made him so angry and frustrated that he was on the verge of trembling, fighting, as he always did, not to lose his temper and really go through with his threats. But he would prove her wrong. Keeping her arm twisted savagely behind her, he released his hold on her hair so that he could wrap his fingers around her throat instead. "Then it's going to be fun for me to prove you wrong, sister dear." The golden pools of his eyes were dark with the adrenaline rush of his violence.
Her eyes flashed with triumph when he gasped in reaction to her forcing herself closer to him and a wicked laugh bubbled in her throat, attempting to escape. Then there was the pain, the undeniable pain of her arm being twisted back into a position it wasn't made to go into and her triumph was short lived. She gasped as he nipped her neck, something she should be used to but surprised her every time.
She shivered, quickly letting go of his shirt to grab his arm forcefully. What she hoped, was, for him to realize that he wasn't the only one with the power. For such a diverse family of siblings, they had all been blessed with freakishly strong upper arm strength. "And how, do you plan on doing that without murdering me in cold blood?"
He smiled at her, respecting her attempts to wrestle his arm away. But of course, this only prompted him to shove her roughly up against the wall of the tiny closet space, the fingers around her neck squeezing a bit tighter, the pad of his thumb caressing her asophogas almost lovingly. "I can kill you without spilling a single drop of blood," he assured her, his voice a growl. "It's not as much fun that way, though, you know?"
SHe was really pushing his buttons tonight. She could get under his skin better than anyone, and he knew that... but a less-than-stable mindset made him the human equivilent of a human timebomb with a too-short fuse. bblitzkrieg bbop: She gave him a disatisfied look, her brow furrowing most unattractively as he pushed her against the wall. If she had the arm to rip of his head right now, she would go through with it because this, this just hurt like hell. A smile spread across her face regardless, and she pressed her small body against his groin, knowing just the type of reaction it would get from him. "Oh, I know you could," the girl replied slyly, trying to ignore the extreme discomfort she was getting from the feeling of his hand around her neck so roughly.
"But then who would you irritate if I was just another lifeless ragdoll? Or are you too stupid to have thought of that?"
His grip spasmed on her throat and arm, his breath panting against her wickedly smiling mouth. It brought him back a bit from that violent rush, grounding him instead on the fact that she was grinding against him like that. The angry, victorious sneer on his face melted into a sort of slack-jawed gape, and while his hold did relax on her twisted arm, his hand remained around her neck, using it to pull her further against him. "You think I'd..." he had to pause, gulping harshly as his voice dropped to a whisper. "You think I'd have trouble finding another girl to play with?"
If she was the type of person to do so, she would have giggled at the reaction she caused with him. It was a very gratifying feeling, reducing him to that, making him weak and wanting more. The twisted arm sneaked its way out of his grasp and down to his waist, playing with the top of his pants. She wasn't going to do anything, unless he forced her but the reaction? It really did amuse her to Hell and back. "I doubt that you would have trouble, brother mine.. but you'd never find one as good as me. You'd break her." Her voice, too was a whisper, but hers was more sure than his was and far more menacing.
A low growl rumbled from the back of his throat as her fingers spidered over the waist of his pants; she had this kind of power over him, the ability to snap him from his more crazed moments... and the stupid bitch knew it. Still stroking the front of her throat with his thumb, he dropped his head and nuzzled the side of her face, his breath rasping harshly in his throat. SHe was right. He knew she was right. Just like he sort of knew he shouldn't be like this with his sister. "Shut up," he whispered, almost a whine. "I could break you too, if I wanted."