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Tweak says, "Leather walls breathing"

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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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-30 04:03 am UTC (link)

Cal had heard the screams, and he'd been bound and determined not to let them rattle him, after all, for all he knew it could all be an elaborate production. The one thought running through his mind was: What would Niko do? closely followed by: not get himself in this situation in the first place, and with those two thoughts chasing each other around in circles, there wasn't a whole lot of room for anything else.

He tilted his head, trying to at least get a look at the man sideways, since he knew he couldn't get totally right side up, "The service in this resort sucks. Just thought you should know." Okay, so that was definitely not what Niko would have done, but it was all that Cal could bring to mind.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 04:50 am UTC (link)

Why did they always try to talk back?. It was rude frankly and not becoming of a good victim. In his day, on his rack, this had all been so much easier, But no, earth was where he was supposed to be. Very Lilith, no real explaination. Alastair missed Azazel sometimes. Least the man had let him do his job in peace. Still Lilith was to be admired.

This brat would learn that too. Not to mention pay for his rudeness, if there was one thing Alastair could not stand in his workspace was the victims being unappreciative. They learned, oh they always learned. But just once he wished they'd know their place and bow down to one of the ranked in hell. Never happened.

"You" he declared imperiously, "...are rude. Really young man its just bad form, bad...manners. You don't have bad manners do you?"

With Cal he'd decided to go straight for the razors, shallow cuts. It seemed only appropriate to temper the rudeness. Oh yes he'd take his time with this one.

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-30 05:39 am UTC (link)

He shrugged as best he could while still upside down, "Depends on who you ask. Patience would say so, George'd say it's just my way. I'm a product of a broken home." He finished with a sigh, shaking his head almost sadly.

There was a sharp hiss at the first cut, the sudden sting of it enough to rattle his thoughts into place somewhat, it was just like on the roof with Cerberus, only he didn't have an emergency call button, or backup.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 06:05 pm UTC (link)

"Broken home"

There was always a reason, always something they talked about trying to convince him not to start the torture, and he always did and he always went a day and then asked them all that question. Would they take up the razor and do what had been done to them to someone else. Make them suffer.

More cuts followed the first, shallow then deeper, then back to the shallow, it was how it worked best, never let them get complacent, never let them get used to anything he did. Whyever would he do that?

"Tell me about that?" he said looking over to the needles on the tray, filled with all sorts of pain inducing treats for mortal bodies. "Did Mommy not love you enough?"

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-30 07:40 pm UTC (link)

Cal winced reflexively at the deeper cuts, already feeling the start of an adrenaline dump, trying to keep his breathing steady and managing it for the most part, if he didn't think he'd need to stay alert he would have tried one of Niko's meditation techniques.

He actually laughed at the question, though it was strained, thready and wry more than actually amused, though the amusement was there too, "Don't think she could." He shook his head, breathing shallow, but steady enough, "Said I should've been..." Another head-shake, trying to rattle his thoughts into place again, trying to work a way out of this even while keeping Alistair talking, "Should've been aborted on the bathroom floor, except then she wouldn't have gotten paid." There was something truly bitter in the tone, as often as he said he didn't care, he really did.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 08:13 pm UTC (link)

Alastair worked casually but methodicly. Listening intently to the boy while at the same time cutting at him, watching the blood flow. Humans, they were ridiculous. So fragile. He wondered idly was Mommy in hell. Probably since Cal...

"What are you?" he asked curiously, "All we've figured out and we haven't figured out that"

The cut turned into something deeper again and Alastair looked down at what he'd done so far. It was alright, for a start. Nothing like his best. Not yet. But it was hard to do such intricate work on so fragile a canvess.

"I mean what are you really, we've established you were unwanted, should never have lived to birth, But what are you boy?"

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-30 09:43 pm UTC (link)

"Caliban." He replied, breathing still shallow, having to remind himself to breathe so that he didn't pass out, "Look it up, I'll wait."

He had to believe that he'd get out of this, he'd had worse odds. Okay, being honest with himself he probably hadn't, but he'd had odds that were close to this bad and he'd still gotten out, somehow. Usually thanks to Niko.

He was flat-out ignoring the sticky feeling of blood going tacky in the air, the faint, barely there sizzle whenever it hit the iron padlock weighing heavily against the side of his chest. He was trying to ignore the half-familiar tightening at the base of his spine, the back of his mind, he wasn't sure where a portal would open to here, since he was fairly certain Tumulus didn't exist, but he was fully certain that he didn't want to find out.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 03:01 am UTC (link)

"No you're different, thats enough for me. Tell me..."

And thats when Alastair noticed, the sizzle of iron meeting skin. How could he have missed it before when it added a whole new level of interesting to the proceedings. Iron hurt him. Caliban, whatever or whoever he was. And Alastair had iron to cut with.

"Well now this...this is even more entertaining isn't it my friend" The iron knife was turned on its side as soon as Alastair had it in his hand and pressed down against skin.

Curious.

"I think, instead of taking the time to look it up, you're going to tell me. You'll want to, before the end"

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-31 03:48 am UTC (link)

He'd been about to answer, really he had, and likely with another smart-assed comment, because if there was one thing Cal was good at it was pissing people off.

But then that metal hit his skin, and more than that, it ground into a couple open wounds. Against his skin it wasn't so bad, it itched, and would eventually chafe, like poison ivy, but he could deal.

It was where it met already split skin that caused him to yelp, biting back anything more than that initial sound. Where the iron met blood the liquid foamed, sizzling and spitting, rather like sprinkling table salt on a garden slug, and besides that it stank, like something already infected.

His head thumped back against the wall, trying to lean away from the knife and not getting very far, he was panting like a scared animal, and realized that the reason everything was so sharp and so clear was the real surge of adrenaline hitting his system.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 04:49 am UTC (link)

Oh he liked that. Against skin very little, against blood and flesh. Oh yes. Alastair liked that very much. The cuts grew deeper, he liked the sizzling. He'd have to be careful not to kill him, just hurting, always the hurt but he could do that so exquisitely with but one instrument. This same knife, the iron. It was all he needed with this, Caliban.

"Tell me where it...Oh never mind it hurts everywhere doesn't it boy. Everywhere I hit flesh or make flesh wounds all newly formed. Its true isn't it"

He was trying to push back from him. Foolish and pointless.

"Tell me what you are?" he asked again.

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-31 05:23 am UTC (link)

He was right about it hurting everywhere, it was a bone-deep ache and he was fairly certain that he could feel all of his tendons and maybe, just maybe, all of his joints too, "Auphe." He finally ground out. The word even sounded acidic, even bitter. Cal could feel the distortion in reality, mostly due to the tightening, twisting sensation in the pit of his stomach, that would soon grow to a rip, and then a gateway, he couldn't see it yet though, and that was a good sign because it meant that Al probably couldn't see it either.

Of course this meant that Cal had to be more distracting, he managed to unclench his jaw, even despite the steadily growing burn seeming to seep everywhere, "We're the real predators." He had never, ever, considered himself one of them, but just at the moment somewhere tertiary on his list of things to worry about. He shook his head, the movement tight, "Been around since before the dawn of time." He was still half-breathless, clearly in pain, but holding onto the anger instead, letting it push everything else out.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 02:05 pm UTC (link)

Interesting, still just oh so interesting. Auphe was it. Well he'd gotten it out of the boy as he twisted the iron blade into his leg, twisting kept the wound fresh, and sizzling, He bet he could make him cry out just with that same iron knife. He would need nothing else.

"You think I'm a predator do you?. I make no claims on that title no no. I'm...an artist, you might say. A sculpter of the finest kind but I leave the predatory attitudes to the lesser demons. Still I find you a curious being Caliban. Tell me about the anger your feeling. I can almost...taste it. I want to hear about it, every little thing infusing your soul."

Al wanted to keep up the torture, to the point they cried, then he'd ask. Then he'd give them the question, those worthy of it, when they broke he'd ask.

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-31 03:48 pm UTC (link)

That hurt, that hurt a lot, where the cuts with the razor had been a clear, sharp pain, this was something else, deep and throbbing and all-encompassing. He tried biting back the cry, but it broke through all the same, ragged and breathless.

He let his head thump back again, and then doing it again, harder, trying to give himself a distraction, finally getting enough of a grip to grind out: "Your kind would be lunch to the Auphe."

He could feel the distortion, it was somewhere behind him, which was odd, but he was thankful for it, since it meant that Al still wasn't likely to notice, at least not before Cal got enough hold on it to make it work. This one was different, he could tell that already, it was ... obedient, almost, like it was waiting for him.

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Re: Cal

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 05:24 pm UTC (link)

"And what do you know about my kind" he asked this man this...Auphe. "What do you know about who we would be prey to". It was hurting the man to talk now which was pleasing to the demon. Really it was.

"You couldn't possibly understand demons. Lucifer's greatest creation. Humanity, its weaknesses all gone. Now all we are is...this"

Iron sizzled the blood and twisted into his flesh. A blade sharp and pristine, stainless steal cut in too for a different kind of pain, thats what Alastair thrived on after all. "You're just like the rest, you'll scream in pain like all the rest.

He would. Alastair required it.

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Re: Cal

aupheling
2009-12-31 09:48 pm UTC (link)

"Bite me." He ground out, finally getting ahold of the edge of that distortion and pulling. It hurt almost as much as the iron knife in his thigh had, but different. He wasn't sure where it led, but at the moment it didn't matter, all that he cared about was getting away.

And 'away' was what he got, reality peeling apart behind him, beneath him, dropping him out of the chains from behind, through the wall and the floor, tumbling bonelessly into the room below. Of course, the portal, such as it was, followed him, never more than arm's reach away, making it seem as if the floor had simply swallowed him as he fell.

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