Kyra Gwyndolyn Harkness a walking mood ring (feisty_kyra) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-03-23 01:16:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
WHO: Kyra Harkness&NPC Bad man
WHERE: Undisclosed warehouse
WHEN: Evening
WHAT: Torture
WARNINGS: Violence and Torture
RATING: R
This was to be an easy mission, grab the little freak and bring her back to have some fun when they saw her and slipped in step behind her. "Look at the pretty little freak" one said as he fawned at her.
Kyra was house hunting trying to see if she could find a place of her own so she would not stay forever at Jack's island. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance when she heard the voice behind her which turned her hair to a deep red from her normal dark brown. "Who are you calling a freak." She said trying to keep calm.
"You little freak girl" He said as he grabbed the girl's arm. "And you're coming with us."
Kyra instantly kicked out, and struggled against the man pulling her and glared up at him. "Like hell I am." She hissed, her hair changing to bright red in her anger and her building fear, but tried not to show it.
"See, told you, freak" Said as he dragged her down a nearby alley to meet a waiting van. "Don't fight girl, or we will kill you right here."
But being the feisty girl she was, she did fight and hard. She cursed herself for her ever changing appearance which was now a dark shade of violet with red highlights since she was a mix of angry and scared. "I am not going anywhere with you!" She cried out trying to hold herself in place as she was dragged towards a van.
Once down the alley the van door opened and an unknown hand came out with a needle in it injecting the woman. "Now now, behave lil girl" Said the man as he watched her weaken.
Kyra felt her world go black the minute the needle was injected into her, though her last thought was her sister and brother and her mother. Her hair color remained violet in her fear and started to crumble to the ground as she faded fast.
The men got in the van and they drove for a good long while. When they finally reached their destination they dragged the limp girl into a warehouse retrofitted for holding freaks and they tossed her in the cell.
Kyra moaned feeling her head pounding like something had been dropped on it. Her eyes fluttered open, and she laid there staring blankly for a few minutes before realizing she was in a cell and crawled to the corner in the shadows and curled up, drawing her legs up, hating to feel so weak. She buried her head in her arms, and took deep breaths to calm herself.
"Aww the poor little freak is awake and is crying..I should feel sorry for her, except this world needs less of her." Said one man to another as they approached.
Kyra looked up and glared at the men, and remained where she was, though her eyes remained dry from unshed tears. "Who said I was crying you sick bastards?" She hissed.
"Aww what a foul little mouth she has."
"You better bet your ass I do." She said, thinking she wasn't a Harkness for nothing.
"Will you still talk like that when we are done with you?" He asked shooting her through the cell door with a tazer.
Kyra let out an earsplitting scream that echoed in the quiet cell and was determined not to let any tears fall. "I'll rip you apart piece by piece if and when I get out of here. You can rot in the caverns of hell for all I care." She said through gritted teeth as she let the pain subside and muttered something incoherently as her hair changed to black.
They held the power on her long enough to subdue her then moved into the cell to pull her out and chain her up. "Just you wait little girl, you will see who's ripped piece by piece."
Kyra was to the point of intense pain as she screamed in agony of it all, until she turned into a ball of nothingness and fell to the ground, but was grabbed and chained. Her eyes fell on the people torturing her and her voice came in an angry whisper. "Mark my words, I'll kill you. That's a promise."
"You won't live long enough to kill us Freak"
"I may be a freak at least I don’t have to torture people to prove myself. And I will survive this."
"No little one, you won't." He sad as he backhanded her.
Her head swung to the side as she was backhanded and tears of pain fell out of her eyes, and her hair once again changed to a mix of midnight blue and black. She looked at her torturer through her hair that fell over her face which was starting to burn and said in a pained voice, "Yes I will."
He smacked her again, this time from the other side. "If you say so."
Her head swung to the other side as she was backhanded again and groaned in pain, determined to not show weakness, or the one thing that she felt was a curse. "You will be surprised at how wrong you are, you bastard."
With a smooth movement he swung back and then punched the girl in the gut as hard as possible. "Really?"
Kyra's head fell forward as she let out a sharp gasp of pain. The wind was knocked out of her and it showed as she tried gasping for breath. Her eyes flashed in anger, amber showing in their depths as she glared at the one who punched her. "Yes." She said in a strained voice.
"We will see" Said the man as pulled out a long wooden rod as he began beating the girl starting with her feet.
She let out a gasp of pain as he began beating her and glared at the man. "We will see that I will come out alive."
"Such a spitfire you are." He said. "But you won't survive this; your kind should be wiped from the earth."
"I am spitfire because of my attitude. Don't like it then rot in hell." She hissed. "I will survive this. My kind has nothing to do with what you call fun."
"I don't call having to rid the earth of your kind fun, I take no pleasure in this...I simply am doing what I have to protect human kind."
"Why rid the world of what I am. Not my fault I can change my appearance. Is that really such a bad thing?"
*fault
"You are a freak, and you infect human kind with your unnatural ways." he said as he moved up a bit and beat her in the kneecaps
She screamed in pain, the searing pain in the kneecaps was enough to bring tears to her eyes, but was thankful for the cover that her now-dark hair covered her face. "You are dick for wanting to hurt someone who is different from yourself. This whole world is filled with people who are more of a freak than I am." She said, not wanting to say why he thought she was a freak.
"And my people will kill them all" He said plainly as he against connected the rod with her knee.
"Good luck... with that she managed to get out as she let out a loud scream that echoed in the silence, determined not to show weakness.
He moved up just a bit and with a swift movement broke the rod over her back.
Screams grew more intense as tears of pain fell out of her eyes, wanting nothing more than to hide in the shadows as she felt the rod connect with her back and felt pain as she arched against it.
Setting the broken piece of rod aside he moved around to her face. "Would you like me to kill you now?"
She raised her head, tears falling out of her eyes as she glared at him when he set the rod aside. "No."
"You know I am going to right? Kill you that is... And when I do, your family won't miss you that is if they haven't been killed themselves."
"If you were going to kill me, you would have killed me when you first saw me instead of wasting your time on torturing me instead." Kyra hissed. "And my family will miss me that I know for a fact."
"That is if they are alive" the man said. "I have a feeling they will be dead before the day is over."
"Never underestimate my family. There are more of us than you let on, and more powerful than you think. If any of them got taken, they would find a way to get out alive, just like I will."
"I know for a fact you are wrong...” He said as he hooked what looked like jumper cables to the chains holding her. "Though it doesn't matter, you won't survive this." He reminded as he flipped a switch and electricity flowed through the girl.
The electricity was enough to send her in a spiral of pain so intense that her cries were enough to dislodge the pain that she felt, and that in turn caused her to shake uncontrollably in pain.
He turned the switch off and returned to her side. "I ask again, you want me to kill you now?"
"No." She whispered her voice slightly raspy due to her pain and screaming.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you...what?" He asked as he flipped the switch
A second round of pain was even worse than the last and it hurt her so much she could not help but cry in agony. "No, I don't want you to kill me. Hurt me all you want, but the answer will always be no." She said in between spasms of pain.
"Why do you put yourself through this?" He asked as he turned the power off and reached up to caress her cheek. "You could have peace, no more pain, and not have to worry about being a freak anymore...”
When he touched her face, she recoiled and turned her head away. "I put myself through it because I know that I will get out alive and there will be someone to kill you, whether it's me or someone else." She said breathing hard still feeling the pain. "I had peace before you came along and I was doing just fine in the freak department before your torture made me change my appearance, and I was happy in concealing it."
"Denial isn't going to make this any better sweet heart." He said coldly as he slapped her hard.
She gasped in pain as he slapped her and glared at him. "Denial is better than showing to others what I am. You wouldn't understand what its like to be a metamorphagus." She said anger showing in her voice
"Wouldn't want to." He said.
"Then don't say that denial is not going to make it easier when you don't give a damn, just whether or not you have hurt me hard enough."
"I am growing tired of you" He said flatly. "Which means it's getting close to time to say goodbye."
"Good then I can say good riddance to you and your worthless piece of shit friends."
"I think you have it backwards missy" He said as he held a knife up. "It's time to say good riddance to you."
"I was beginning to wonder when you would decide if just killing me would do the trick." She said challenging him with her eyes. "Because you knew that I was not going to beg for mercy or to die."
He shook his head. "I want you to suffer, for that is what you deserve."
"I deserve a lot of things." she said simply.
"And death is s one of them." He said as he ran the knife over her chest
"if death is my only way out of this, then so be it." She said her first thought being her family.
"Are you asking me to kill you?"
"if that's what it sounds like, then go with it."
"Tell me what you want little freak."
"I want my life before you decided to take me here."
"Sorry, that’s not an option."
"Well, then i guess I'll give you more trouble." She said struggling slightly against her bounds.
He flipped the switch again "now now, behave"
"That's... never an option.... with me." She managed to get out before she started to scream in agony.
"This really could go a lot easier if you would just ask me to kill you"
"Never!"
"Then maybe I will just leave you here to hang until you die." He said setting the knife down and starting to walk away.
"Whatever floats your boat" She said struggling against the chains, not caring if it dug into her wrists. To get out alive, just like I will."