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Tweak says, "Say no to hydra!Cap"

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: Tim

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Alastair had to admit this one amused him, no powers but he was still trying to talk back to him. "I know you all, all the ones the seal pulled in. No one expected that, but now you're all here and we've looked into everything you all can do. All the same...you're new, all we know is you have nothing much special about you. No powers worth speaking of. And you're still trying to make yourself important aren't you. Still trying to fight back"

It was lucky really that he didn't do sloppy, because he knew of course what the boy was doing. "Now that," he told him, "Was not nice. Was not polite and you will pay for it"

And there was no out of reach for Tim. He used the cold, it was what he had promised him, cold before the fire, that was fair. That was right. That was what he would do and the boy would beg, would scream. He did hope for begging

"Now, where to begin?" he thought curiously and finally decided the abdomen. It would hurt, probably leave a mark and the boy would scream.

They all would

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Re: Tim

red_bird
2009-12-30 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Tim only glowered his response to being known and it was an impressive one. "Powers aren't everthing." He seethed and yet smirked coldly as the demon seemed annoyed with him. Not exactly the emotion he was hoping for but maybe, still maybe he could work with it. "What do you want with us? With the Winchesters?" if he couldn't escape, couldn't fight back at least he could interrogate. Be of some use to them, because despite his distrust he was starting to understand how much crap they were really in. This wasn't the time for him to stir things up. So maybe now he could show them what he had to bring to the table.

Tim couldn't move far, he knew there wasn't going to be an escape this time. Raven probably didn't know he was gone, Nightwing wasn't there. Tims hand balled into a fist as he held his breath and locked his jaw. He refused to scream, refused to yell. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction as long as he could. The first mark didn't earn a single sound. Only a wince and furrow of his brows as he tried to use Batman's meditation tecniques to numb the pain. He was scared, but he wouldn't even let that show. His skin quivered at the chilled object and Tim took a shaky breath. "Youre a sick puppy." his hand gripped at the table. "Since you're probably gonna kill me anyways tell me something." Tim paused, his voice not nearly as confident as it was. "You know our weakness' what's yours?" Long shot really, but as if Tim had anything to lose at this point. He didn't think anyone was coming. They probably didn't even know he was gone. How could they? He was kind of a solo act. Maybe if. He managed to get out alive he'd try to change. Cold did burn. It seered like fire. But still no scream. Only beads of sweat clinging to his forehead.

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Re: Tim

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 08:29 pm UTC (link)

Alastair had no problem answering. It wasn't common knowledge he supposed. But all the same he'd answer. "With all of you, you're an anomoly, different, shouldn't be here but somehow are and we want to know why. Thats the reason. Thats the big story. We want to know what makes all of you tick." He reached for a razor, two at once, that would work, cold where it was, deep and burning and searing, and cuts all along the arm, slow, steady, precice. "The Winchesters...those boys...Well Dean and I have a history, he's missed a lot of classes, really bad form, very bad. And Sammy...well She wants Sammy's head on a platter and I intend to give it to her"

He kept up the double torture, for a few minutes, listeng to him, amused as he asked about his weaknesses, Did he really think Alastair would list them. "I didn't say anything about killing you, and most definitely not yet, You're just mortal, fragile like all of them and killing you now, thats not what I do. I don't...kill. I hurt. But then, accidents happen. And me, I don't have any weaknesses you need to worry about. So just focus on the pain, scream away if you want. I'd appreciate that"

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Re: Tim

red_bird
2009-12-30 08:54 pm UTC (link)

"what's so special about Lilith?" Tim managed. His hands shook. Still questions. He had so many. But it was getting harder to focus. Still he forced himself to stay on track. He could handle it. Take much more than it appeared. "What makes them so damn special?" He swallowed back a whimper that threatened as not only two blades, but one drained him. Crimson liquid ran down his arms and stained his skin. It dripped from the tips of his fingers in a small puddle on the ground. His grip on the medical table weakened but he mentally kicked himself. He wasn't done questioning yet. Al didn't kill?.. That was something. He just hoped he was able to remember all this when it was over.

Tim wasn't expecting that to work out so easily. But he had hoped. "ngh." a grimace of discomfort as he listened to the demon go on about the screaming and Tim grinned. "bite me." His black messy bangs were clinging to his forehead as the razors slow cuts grazed his skin. "Youre making a big mistake." He stated. Not a plea or cry for help but an obvservational statement. Something Tim was able to assess even with the distracting screams from the other captives, and the razors edge cutting through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. He bit his lip as his focus wavered.

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Re: Tim

wariscomingmod
2009-12-30 10:00 pm UTC (link)

What was so special about Lilith? What indeed. "She's Lilith" he said simply not going into the rest, there was little point. There was nothing else to say about it that the boy would understand, besides there was more entertainment to be getting on with.

"And they...are special because they are. They're at the center of it all Sam and Dean, and they don't even know it, the whore thinks she's latched on to her saviours, but she'll die like the rest."

Alastair might have bitten him. In fact it was entirely possible. But instead he moved the cold to the boy's face. He'd see could he scar him. That would be fun. Scarring.

"I don't make mistakes, Mistakes are for people with overreaching plans, like Azazel. He made mistakes, his idiot daughter made mistakes. Not me. I don't have any plans beyond the hurting." To prove his point he moved round to the other side of the boy starting there. Cutting there and using a little telekinisis to keep the cold in place where it was.

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Tim

red_bird
2009-12-30 10:47 pm UTC (link)

"W-what are you talking about, c-center of what?" Tim tried to pull back, his voice shook under the strain. Put the pain away. He mentally chided himself. Trying like Batman showed him to put it in the back of his mind but his body was already trying to shut down into meditation that he was taught. But he needed the information. He couldn't close out yet. Tim tried to move. He didn't have anymore space, he was at the edge of the table and the chains were unforgiving in that aspect. All he could do was turn his head away. Even that didn't help because Alastair was moving to that side anyway, done or bored with his other side that shook out of pure reaction to the loss of blood. His skin would easily scar with the simple touch of the fridgid tool. He was just human. Tim raised his arm instinctively as far as it would go at the bitingly frigid object against his face and his entire body felt it. From head to toe but he couldn't reach it to pull it off. He took in a shuddered breath and it took all his will power not to scream. Not to cry for help. Nobody was coming. Crying wouldn't help. It would only make Al happy, and that was the total polar opposite of what he wanted. Beads of moisture fought at his eyes that closed tightly at the pressure on his face, but Tim was being extraordinarily stubborn. His already wounded arm was numbing, Al knew what he was doing moving to the next. He wouldn't give Alastair the satisfaction of seeing him raw and vulnerable. He wouldn't, it just wasn't in him. "If you say so." The boy shrugged sarcastically and gave a roll of his eyes. Making sure Al saw. The pain stopped when Al moved and he was relieved, but only for a second. Still he'd take it. Tim was able to gasp for breaths of air that he'd unknowingly held in.

Talking with the cold burning his skin was difficult, but the only thing keeping him fully conscious was their conversation. "Who's running the show, it's her isn't it." In Tim's mind Al couldn't be the main man. The way he was doing things, it just didn't connect. His heart was pounding in his ears as he could feel his face starting to burn and he couldn't help it, a barely audible cry escaped his lips. Tim fought again. Blood spilling just as easily down the clean arm as it had the other. And twice as tender. For half a second his vision blurred in and out with the cold against his face. Moisture distorted his wonderful view of the ceiling. Tim closed his eyes and regained his center. "You're some kinda fruit cake you know that?"

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Re: Tim

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 06:22 pm UTC (link)

"Oh of many things really" he said, laughing as the boy turned away from him. Really unable to help it. Cold, and cutting. It was all working. Oh so well. Finding out what makes these people tick, what they were.

"You ask an awful lot of questions. You want to know all sorts of things about what we are and what we do. And no boy I'm not insane. I'm a demon. I am what I was made in the fires of hell same as all of them. Even Ruby though she might hide it better, little deciever that one. Don't know what her game is but make no mistake there is a game. Lilith however...she is something special. She most definitely is that. What you call insanity, that is the frailty of a mortal mind and nothing more."

He looked down at the mess he'd caused, twisting the blade he held into the boys arm before looking down at his tools again.

"Would you stop asking all those questions if I worked on your teeth, smartmouths would deserve it"

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Re: Tim

red_bird
2009-12-31 07:25 pm UTC (link)

There were trails of moisure beginning to roll down his cheeks. Tim shut his eyes against them. His throat was dry, his stomach queasy but still Alastair caught what was left of his attention. "Ruby's trying to help us." His tone full of confusion. What was he talking about. "Shes on our side...isn't she?" Tim was barely holding out. It was taking longer and longer for him to come up with coheirent questions. "Shes. Their friend." he knew that much though he was starting to wonder.. He hadn't been there as long as some of them had, so he wasn't against questioning her loyalty. He didn't know her. "Whats her part?" the blade in his arm twisting into a deep wound finally got a cry out of him. "Ngh." Tim was starting to feel his mind fogging over and his heart rate slowed. He'd lost alot of blood. With it, his skin was losing that healthy glow. "Whats.."Tim had to focus on breathing and for a short while he was just quiet as the cold scarred his face and the knives tore him open. There was hoplessness in his dark eyes as it felt like he was going into shock. Tim fought it mentally as the demon continued. His lips parted for air, breathing was an essential part of the meditation. Of putting the pain away.

Finally when he heard Al's voice it drew him back to reality. Why didn't he just give in? Why couldn't he? It would be so much easier. "Like I'm letting you near my teeth." he snapped. His jaw locking to prove his point.

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Re: Tim

wariscomingmod
2009-12-31 09:46 pm UTC (link)

She really had wormed her way into friendship and trust hadn't she, well she'd always been devious if decidedly irritating. This boy didn't trust easily, he liked that.

"That girl...oh that girl. No part really worth talking about, mearly that sometimes I wonder if she's on anybody's side but her own". He remembered well what Ruby had been as well as her highly amusing fall from grace after Azazel died but he'd leave that up to them to find out when she inevitibly found reason to betray them. Whatever the reason ended up being.

But thinking about the slut was breaking his concentration. The boy was droning on about keeping him from his teeth, Oh now that wouldn't happen. alastair couldn't believe how simple this all was. He pinched the brats nose, holding it closed, he'd have to breathe at some point and then Alastair would have his teeth. He did hope the boy didn't pass out. He had a question to ask him when they were finished here. And a knife to offer to join him in work on someone else.

"This could be over so much quicker if you'd just let me work instead of asking question after question

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Tim

red_bird
2009-12-31 10:18 pm UTC (link)

"Whats she trying to do then?". Tim really did start to wonder if he was going to make it out alive. He was scared. But he mostly managed to hide it behind questions and the occasional insult. The distrust almost radiated off him. But complex thoughts really were out of the question at that point. So he really couldn't explain his process or make much sense of it anymore. Tim hated this type of sitauation. There was no way he could possibly win. It frustrated him more than even the knives in his arm. Psychology didn't work if he couldn't think straight. It was increasingly more difficult as Al blocked his airway and he could only keep his jaw locked for so long.

He could hold his breath for half an hour. Batman trained him well. But he was too scared and to injured to slow his heart rate without slipping under the wire into a coma. 15 minutes it took before Tim finally had no choice but to let go. His mouth opened and his chest heaved for air. "Doesnt work that way." he manager between breaths. "Give a little get a little. Don't be greedy." he tried for humor but it was weak. There was fear in his eyes. His mouth and throat were dry. It was harder and harder to talk. But the way he saw it. He had to get information somewhere because the longer he laid up on that table the less faith he had that the Winchesters would share theirs. Would do anything to help them really.

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Re: Tim

wariscomingmod
2010-01-07 04:04 am UTC (link)

Al considered the question. It was an interesting topic, the little whore who betrayed Lilith. "I don't honestly know, but a slut like her, you can be assured its nothing good, she betrayed hell, she'll betray Sammy soon enough. Its what she is"

When the boy's mouth opened Alastair smiled closely and got to work on his teeth, it wasn't pleasent by any means. Nothing like what he would have done in the pit but given his restraints, Al was decidedly proud of himself.

"Why are you asking about Ruby of all creatures?" he finally asked, pulling his instruments away but leaving the blood where it was, he liked the blood, showed he was doing his work well

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