kane lewis ⎠ mister dark (misterdark) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-11-10 11:58:00 |
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Who: Kane Lewis and an unnamed Resistance NPC.
What: Torturing his own people. Good times.
Where: The Resistance's holding facility, where the prisoners are kept. (This room has a two-way mirror, so it's open for people to watch. It also has speakers so everybody in the facility can hear this person being tortured.)
When: Thursday morning, November 10th, 2011
Warnings: Torture, darkness, terror. Everything Kane eats for breakfast.
The room was dark, pitch black, the shadows claustrophobic and vast, the only source of illuminations coming from the occasional dim flicker of a candle at the end of its life. The silence was crushing, bearing down upon her from all sides, from within and without, so the only thing she heard was the sound of her own shallow breathing. It was slow, steady, constant, hollow – the breath of a corpse who had forgotten to die. That was all she was now, after all the time she'd been here. A week or a year, it didn't seem to matter. So long in the darkness, watching the candle go down and down and down, alone but for that diminishing light, the time she had left was measured by fear. However long she'd been here, it had been long enough. She know longer had it in her to be afraid. She gave up.
That was how she knew he'd won.
"You understand, then?" came that voice, both out of the shadows and part of the shadows themselves. "You know the secret?"
I'll tell you a secret, he'd whispered before. But you have to earn it first. So seductively, with such power. Yes, she'd said then and tried to say now, if only to make him go away, but her voice had vanished along with her will. He'd made her a living corpse, unable and unwilling to speak.
"Tell me." The candle flickered again, perilously close to being extinguished, and she saw his eyes burning in the dark. He knew what he asked was impossible and he reveled in it, relished the power that he'd asked for something he'd taken away – and apparently could give back just as easily, because suddenly she heard her own voice. She knew it was hers, even though she didn't recognize a word she said or a sound she uttered, and it faded so quickly that for a moment she almost thought she imagined it.
"I don't matter."
"Yes," he replied emphatically, triumphantly, and she heard him clap, just once. "Exactly! You think you do, but you do not. You killed for us, tortured for us, and that was lovely. Beautiful, even. There's nothing more radiant than a woman who has power over life and death and abuses it so brilliantly, and on my colleagues' behalf, I'd like to thank you for your services. Everything you did for us, it made you important, untouchable, one of us, yes? No, my dear. Not at all. You do not matter, and you never have. You are just as disposable as the prisoners down the hall. Never forget that. The murderer can become victim. The persecutor, the persecuted. And do you want to know why?"
Silence. He took that as a yes.
"Because nothing is more terrifying than when the lines are blurred. When the choice isn't between good and evil, but murder and murder. Total domination requires nothing less than chaos. Everyone must be afraid. Everyone. Loyalty is immaterial. You are all. Going. To die. And why is that, you ask? Why must everyone be punished, when we are working so hard to make this world our own?"
His wolfish grin was all she could see in the candlelight. She started crying then, dry tears, and she knew she was still afraid. They both did. "Because I don't care about your world. I want my world. I want terror. I want everyone to feel as you do, right before they die."
There was a small mechanical sound, like a switch flipping, just before he stepped into the dying light. He held a finger to his still-grinning lips. "But let's keep that between us, shall we? Our little secret." His hand fell away, and she couldn't look away from his eyes. "Now. Scream loudly, darling. Scream so all our self-righteous little friends can hear."
The candle died. She screamed for hours.