Who: Gaz and Logan. What: Seeing how immortal is immortal. When: 6/11, after this thread. Where: Abandoned warehouse. Rating/Warnings: Hard R for violence and removal of body parts. Status: Complete!
Instead of him killing her at either of their houses, Gaz had suggested that Logan meet her at the warehouse where she’d painted him so long ago. Sitting outside with a cigarette, she wondered why she wasn’t scared. She supposed it was her faith in the demon blood coursing through her veins. Either that, or stupidity, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t dumb.
It seemed like an eternity ago. And so many things had changed, but so many things remained the same. Logan guessed he was probably the go to person if you needed something dirty done. He walked up, chomping on a cigar and wearing clothing he could easily dispose of. “Hey.”
She looked up at him and nodded. She hoped he knew that she’d asked because she trusted him. He was really the only choice she’d had beside herself. “Hey.” Standing up, she turned and walked into the warehouse without a word. “Some chick online said that it’d be better if you cut an artery or something, give me a chance to heal up. But just ... I don’t know, do whatever.” If she gave herself a chance to heal, it didn’t seem fair to the test. Bullets didn’t give chances. Orcs didn’t.
“We’ll do that first,” Logan said. “We need to know how fast you can heal, an’ then we can ramp up the damage. Are you sure you want to do this? This ain’t gonna feel like flowers an’ candy. We don’t know how your powers work, or what organ is the one that you can’t lose. If any.”
Folding her arms, Gaz glared at Logan. “In the dreams, I’m mostly demon with a little of my father’s DNA for smarts. That’s how they work. And yeah, it’ll hurt. That’s kind of obvious. You’ve used your claws on me before.” It had been pretty awesome at the time; she liked blood with her sex.
Logan smirked. “Yeah, it was pretty awesome.” He popped his claws, then sheathed them, then popped them again and sheathed them. “Fuck, I need some motivation. Hit me. Hard.”
“It was all right.” She didn’t need to inflate his ego, it was big enough. But when he said he wanted motivation, she grinned. The light in the room dimmed, the bulbs overhead flickering. Her eyes went dark flat black and she seemed to hover just above the ground. “that, I can do.” She ran toward him, feinting left before landing a solid uppercut on his jaw, sending him sailing.
Logan hit the ground, then rolled to his feet. He slashed at her, growling, but it wasn’t really enough to get him into a murderous rage.
Rolling her eyes, Gaz wished that men weren’t so easy. She moved closer, kicking him as hard as she could in the groin. If that wouldn’t get him into the mood to lop heads, nothing would.
With a sickening sound, Logan’s claws sank deep into Gaz’s chest. He sheathed them, catching her and panting for breath. That? Was motivation.
She winced, punching him again even as he sunk his claws into her. But she hadn’t stopped; if anything, it made her want to fight more. “You call that murder? Maybe I should’ve called your mom, asked her to help.”
“Works on most people,” He snarled, pressing his fist into Gaz’s chest and then snikting several times.
And when that wasn’t enough, he opted to separate her head from her body.
Her body crumpled to the floor, blood smelling oddly of charcoal. It hissed blackly on the floor as if it were too hot. Groaning, she crawled closer to her head, feeling as if she were just ... blank. Flat. A moment passed, and she felt the flesh knitting back from her head to her neck, almost like the itching of a scab. She coughed and rolled onto her back.
“That kind of sucks,” she growled, sitting up and scratching her head.
Logan watched this, wrinkling his nose at the smell. “Well ain’t that fucked up. Body kept goin’.” With Logan, separate the head and the body is stuck unless you bring it close enough. Even twenty feet was close enough for blood vessels to pull the head back to the body, really.
“So what keeps you goin’ is your body. What if someone took out your heart?” Logan could cut it out, Kitty could phase it out.
She ran bloody fingers through her hair, sitting up and shrugging. “Go for it.” Hey, might as well be thorough, right?
Logan popped his claws again. They didn’t know what...animated her, but if the weakness wasn’t her head it would be her heart. Everything passed through it, right? This was going to be messy, and Logan didn’t particularly relish the thought. “This is gonna tickle.” KerTHUNK.
She blinked when his claws went through her ribs and spinal column, shuddering a little. “That ... feels really hurty, actually.” She wiggled a bit on the end of his claws, trying to get them out of her, but she wasn’t dead yet. Not even sleepy.
Logan shook his head, a grim expression on his face, before he started to carve Gaz’s heart out of her chest. The smell was overwhelming, but he forced himself to have an almost clinical detachment. He didn’t think this would actually do anything, and worse comes to worse he could probably put her heart back and she’d be okay.
If death was the appropriate response, Gaz did nothing of the sort, She instead punched Logan in the face. “Hurry up, this hurts.” She didn’t know how much longer she could sit and take it.
Logan held up her heart. “Darlin’, I don’t think anything short of bein’ vaporized or gettin’ phased real good is gonna actually stop you.” He didn’t think the latter would kill Gaz, but stop her. Getting stuck to bedrock for an eternity would probably suck.
Blinking, Gaz looked at her heart still beating in Logan’s hand. Huh. She could feel the tickling of flesh knitting in her chest, then a new heart started to beat. “Good to know.”
Logan looked at the heart, then dropped it on the floor. “Since you ain’t likely to get on Kitty’s bad side, that won’t be a problem.” He scowled, looking at her with concern, but didn’t say anything about it. Like he didn’t want to step on Gaz’s dignity.
“Kate and I are friends.” She looked at him, folding her arms. “What.”
“You sure you’re okay?” He asked. “Most people don’t get up after that.”
“I’m fine.” She jumped up and down a few times to prove it. “Why do you ask?” She wondered if he saw something different or a problem.
“Jus’ checkin’. Tell me if anythin’ feels off, okay? Fuck you’re more resilient than Wade an’ that’s kinda terrifying.”
“Demon,” Gaz shrugged. “At least half.” She didn’t comment on how at least she wasn’t as annoying as Deadpool.
“Fucking demons.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “Lets get cleaned up, I need a drink.”
She nodded. “I have to be quick, though. Erik will worry about me.”
“Yeah. Jus’ don’t need to be walkin’ around lookin’ like a murder victim.”
She shrugged. “Eh, I can say it’s a trend or something.”
Logan gave her a dry look, then shrugged. Her funeral. Sort of.