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Tweak says, "No wai!"

mods! (wariscomingmod) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2009-12-29 00:59:00

Entry tags:

alastair (npc), andrea rojas, atlanta, cal leandros, damien thorn, eliot spencer, jason stackhouse, john jones, needy lesnicki, rose weasley

WHO: Alastair & his victims.
WHAT: Torture times!
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: An abandoned warehouse.
RATING: High. Violence, blood, etc. It's torture, people!

The warehouse was the kind of place that most people only saw in really bad horror movies. Windows broken, cobwebs hanging all over the place, items hidden beneath tattered tarps, doors hanging off their hinges. There were three different levels to the building, each of which Alastair strategically placed those that he had managed to abduct. The abducting, of course, had not been simple. He had to get a team out there, each team including one of the demons that he'd had spying on the humans for weeks. They knew who their targets were. They would find them. They would trap them. They would haul them back and then Alastair, rather gleefully, would get to play with them.

Once they were brought in, each person was chained down. Some on top of tables, others to walls, the rest in cages. The good thing about an old building like this one was that most people wouldn't give it the time of day. It was easy to slip in, place a few cages and locks in place, and prepare it for the friendly little visit he had been planning on for quite some time. No one would find them here, Al was confident of that. The place was so far out of the way that no one would be able to hear them scream. And, oh, they would scream. Al wasn't the type to play with gags and silencing instruments. Every single person he'd gotten hold of was free to yell and scream and do as they pleased.

He liked the noise. It was music to his ears.

[OOC: Comment with your characters names in the subject of each subthread and Al will drop by and visit each accordingly. Also, if you aren't comfortable with threading out violent scenes feel free to give it the old skip and we'll assume your character was here playing with everyone else!]

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Needy

hellisagirl
2009-12-30 03:55 am UTC (link)

Needy looked over quickly when she heard someone talking from the other side of the room, eyes narrowing on a guy when she spotted him. "Then I'll make sure not to scream too much," she said, lowering her voice from her earlier shout.

"Where the fuck am I?" Needy asked, eyes never wavering from the guy. It was obvious that this was a really, really bad situation, but she was trying to keep her panic on the inside. And really, she was focusing more on tugging at the chain that held one of her arms down. It was harder from the angle she was stuck in, so it was taking a lot more effort than she was used to by then.

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Re: Needy

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 07:19 am UTC (link)

"Oh?" He didn't look disappointed. In fact, the most Needy got from Alastair was a look of interest. Could she hold to her word? Would she scream? "You do look like a screamer," he decided critically, tapping a finger to his jaw as he looked the girl over, "I know them when I see them and I do believe I'm looking at one now." He smiled, finally having decided as to where he wanted to begin.

"Relax," Alastair told her, hardly soothingly. There was nothing to relax about. She was very much chained down and unable to move. There was also a demon standing above her with a very sharp knife in his hands. Most people would find a situation like this to be very difficult to relax in. "You're in good company." At that, he tipped the blade down and pulled up her shirt. Without hesitation, Alastair began to slice her flesh open. He was ready for the blood. And the noise. After all, she did promise to hold back on the screams.

Would she?

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Re: Needy

hellisagirl
2009-12-30 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"I look like a lot of things I'm n-" Needy's words were cut off when she felt the knife slice into her flesh. And a scream started, but she choked it back. Eyes squeezing shut, Needy kept telling herself that it wouldn't hurt for long, the pain would ebb off and she would heal a lot faster than your everyday human. That was the good side.

The bad side was that she would heal a lot faster than your every day human. That would lead to questions, at the very least. But somehow this guy going with the least harmful options seemed pretty doubtful.

Needy was thankful when she felt the wound closing up and her breathing returning to a normal pace. It was only a second later when she opened her eyes to look at him once more. "Who are you?"

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Re: Needy

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 01:31 am UTC (link)

She looked like a lot of things that she was not. Alastair was not going to argue with her there. "I can see that," he said simply, shoving the knife in deeper. "Or rather smell it. You stink of Hell." Which meant that she had either been hanging around the wrong crowd lately or she had screwed with something that was a lot bigger and badder than she, as a human, could have ever hoped to be. Alastair wondered if it was because she was a witch. Maybe? They pulled their powers from Hell. Called on Hell quite often, in fact. But the scent was different. And she looked unique.

"Interesting," he decided, "very interesting."

Alastair kept on cutting. It was truly a casual affair - he might as well have been a man who was out in the yard tended to his garden. He didn't appear to be bothered by the blood leaking out onto his hands at all. It was beautiful.

"Me?" He smiled eerily. "My name is Alastair."

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Re: Needy

hellisagirl
2009-12-31 04:13 am UTC (link)

It was a relief when Needy felt the smaller cuts heal, the deeper ones, though, would take a bit longer. The problem was that he kept making more of them, and she couldn't always keep from crying out through clenched teeth, but at least she wasn't exactly screaming when she did it.

More than anything else just then, Needy wanted away from that knife and, more importantly, this guy. She jerked hard with the arm closest to him again and was actually a bit surprised when it finally gave. She had an arm free, and she wasn't sure how long it would last, but it was a start. So Needy did the first thing that came to her mind.

She reached over and shoved as hard as she could at Alastair with the one hand, hoping that she could get him far enough away to get the rest of her limbs free. She needed her legs, after all. Needy was a kicker. It even said so on her chart in the asylum.

[ooc: let me know if this isn't okay.]

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Re: Needy

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 09:45 am UTC (link)

Needy was fighting back. He noticed that this was becoming a popular trend among this group. They usually didn't have it in them to fight. Effectively at the very least. Some people did try, but they hardly made a difference in their efforts. The group here was stronger. Some of them had even had their chances at striking Alastair before he really managed to get anywhere. It was, admittedly, quite impressive. And it made all that trouble they had gone through to confuse the Winchesters and their pet demon worth it.

"Now, now," he chided, pushing that arm back down with a brush of his mind. People didn't seem to often recall that demons had the ability to move things with their mind. It was a common tactic between them all, pinning people down mentally. Quite effective indeed. "Where do you think you're going?" At that, he dropped his blade and picked up the bonesaw instead. He turned, quietly, to cut into her ribcage...but stopped halfway to bringing the blade down upon her flesh.

Alastair was no fool. He was a professional. He knew when something was wrong.

"You're healing," he noted, examining the older wounds that were slowly patching themselves up. "How?"

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Re: Needy

hellisagirl
2009-12-31 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Oh, great. Now Needy couldn't move her free arm at all, so there went that. She'd just have to work on trying to get her other limbs free. Maybe she'd be able to get a good hit in if that happened, but the way he hardly budged when she hit him made it seem doubtful.

And that saw in his hands looked pretty gruesome. She really didn't want that coming at her, especially since she wasn't sure how well she would heal up when stuff was cut off, and she wanted to keep all the parts of her body.

But then he asked the question and the slightest of smirks touched her lips. "Some people are just better at things than others," she said, glaring up at him. Really, she just wanted to stall him for a moment, because the more she healed the less pain she was in. And less pain sounded great to her.

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