Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-03-21 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | candy quackenbush, purifiers plot |
Who: Candy Quackenbush (and by proxy, Princess Boa), any other torture-ees that want to join in.
What: Torture.
When: Saturday.
Where: Undisclosed location.
Warnings: See the what, punks. :P
At first, she'd said nothing. Candy hadn't wanted to give away anyone she knew, hadn't wanted them to find any of her loved ones. Then she remembered she didn't really have any - her parents weren't in this world, John Mischief, the Fantomaya, Malingo - all in the Abarat. She longed to even see Christopher Carrion one more time. And Onyxx. He was in whatever shadow world people went to when they left. But her loneliness was soon dampened for the first time in months when she saw someone enter the room she hadn't seen before. The people who'd been hitting her stood behind them, obviously deferring power, and she lifted a defiant chin.
"They tell me you won't talk." The new person, face hidden by shadow, moved forward. She could barely make out the glint of some wicked looking steel implement, but that made her laugh.
"I'll talk all you want. It just might not be about things you wish to hear." Boa's words, Boa's voice, Candy's lips. Sometimes Candy was glad to have a sister-spirit in her body with her; she never felt too scared of anything. But when she felt steel dig into her shoulder, felt the sticky heat of blood rolling down her arm, Candy mentally shoved Boa out of the way. She looked up at the person hurting her and grinned. She was breathing hard, and didn't know how much more she could take, but it didn't really matter. "You torture like a girl. What, is this your first time?" She wiggled forward, driving the blade further into herself. "Come back later," she chuckled, spitting phlegm onto the shadow man's boots. She was repaid for her efforts with blunt weight across her face, breaking her nose and jaw and sending her spiraling into unconsciousness.
When she woke, she felt the damage. The blade was still in her shoulder, which was good - she didn't want to bleed too much, like she would if they'd pulled it out. Using her good hand, she felt her nose and jaw. Biting down hard on her lower lip, she reset her nose, pushing with her good hand as hard as she could. It reminded her of the time she'd almost been stoned. "Is anyone in here with me?" Her mangled jaw made her stumble over her syllables, but she needed to speak with someone. She needed to figure out why they hadn't killed her yet. Maybe she could exploit it.