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Tweak says, "We'll find a way or make one."

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

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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