paradisa | EVENT HORIZON

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EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[Well, things sure aren't fun for you guys right now, are they? And to make matters worse, some of you have become completely corrupted by the ship, and you've got some crazy new ideas in your heads.

Anyone not corrupted isn't doing that hot either. Not only do you have to deal with your new crazy-face buddies, but you have to deal with your own terrible hallucinations coming at you when you least expect them, and they want you to do terrible, awful things]

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[He leans back enough to slam him into the wall again, mostly to disorient and weaken the struggles, then jabs the needle into his neck, which carries a strong tranquilizer. He's careful not to overdose the boy. He wants passive, just for a few minutes. Long enough to get him where he really wants him]

[it hurts and the feel of a needle in his neck is far to familiar but not at the same time and he hears that other person's voice again - "I told you so. Helping never helps."

Dextera's grip on his weapon weakens and it clatters to the ground as he visibly relaxes. it didn't hurt now and he wasn't fighting anymore. kind of like a half-sleep, he thought. he didn't mind this...]

Much better.

[He whispers quietly in Dextera's ear as the drug takes effect. Good. It would make this easier for him.

He almost kicks the sword away but instead keeps his grip on the boy, bending to retrieve it. Might come in handy later.

Then he tosses the boy over his shoulder and makes for the core]

[he doesn't move at all throughout the ride, staring dimly at the ground as everything spun. two sets of footsteps, this man and the other boy with his face. no rolling no sounds of a Meta-Being choking on the air it drew into its body.

did they have lungs? ....it was too hard to concentrate. the drug made the voices a little less sharper and Dextera couldn't feel much. he closes his eyes, hoping that he would just die in his sleep.

"I doubt it. It didn't happen the twelve other times before."

stop talking...]

[Muraki regards the core with a smile, like an old friend, as he enters, and settles Dextera up against the wall. He pauses to roll up his sleeves, as if this were going to be a surgery or some other procedure that required precision.

Hands grip the boy by the upper arms, holding him upright like a rag doll, positioning him just right for the next part]

Wake up.

[And then he presses forward with all his weight. The spike cracks through ligament with a horrific rending sound and straight through this shoulder, meticulously aimed to avoid the lungs or anything vital]

[Dextera's eyes snap open the second the pain hits and he bends over. well, tries to. having a spike through the shoulder makes it hard to do so.

but it hurts, it hurts and he wants to scream but all the mute can manage is a choked wheezing noise and a probably poorly aimed kick. stop it! Dextera didn't want this pain, not from another human. he didn't understand it. please stop...!]

[Stuck like a bug on a pin. The image makes Muraki smile with a dark glee, uncaring to the sounds of pain and ignoring the weak attempt at retaliation Pleased by them, even.

He pats Dextera's cheek, condescending and tender all at once]

Relax and accept it. I've brought you to the threshold, to witness the journey first hand. Don't you hear it calling?

[he shakes his head slowly. if what he was hearing was a call for a journey he wouldn't be able to go. no, he didn't want to go. he didn't want to die.

"Liar."

Dextera tries moving, heedless of the spike in his shoulder. it wasn't the first time something had been stuck there but this was the first time everything had been so horrible physically and mentally. the first time a person was doing this and he needed to get away. safe, somewhere safe where was somewhere safe?]

[Muraki makes a soft 'tsk'ing sound as Dextera again tries to move, steps back a little, and then without warning, strikes him hard across the face with an open hand]

Listen to me, boy, or I won't allow you to be reborn with us.

[a part of him wants to listen and a part doesn't. the rest has run off into insanity.

it stings and Dextera ceases struggling for the moment. pain if he tried to fight back and probably pain if he stayed but the thing was Dextera really didn't want to die this time. experiencing rebirth was a painful process for him anyways.

but....logically he knew he wasn't going to get away this time either. he was stuck.

Dextera looks up at Muraki before looking back down, shaking. he wasn't going to be saved. he was going to be hurt, maybe die, wasn't he?]

[The momentary surrender pleases him. He touches the boy's hair and face in an almost tender way, quietly hushing him like a small child rather than the young man he is, at least in body.]

There, there, poppet. You don't have to be afraid. We are on our way to our salvation.

[He reached out to touch the edge of the gaping wound by which Dextera was not held fast, pressing hard for a moment before trailing bloody fingers along the spike in a way that would be suggestion to most people]

These mortal bodies are so frail and easily broken. Won't you happy to be free of it soon?

['so frail and easily broken'. doesn't he know that...

Dextera is still shaking but now it's because there's a small, selfish part of him that agrees. it would be better if he could just die for good and be done with it. his own death meant nothing beyond a silly wish once his sin was cleared. no one would have to deal with him anymore.

but...Dextera couldn't do that to his world. he couldn't leave it in its distorted state. he couldn't--

"But you want to."

tears begin to spill and Dextera shakes his head again. 'I can't die.' he mouths. please understand...he can't go. please understand, don't give him the option to die.]

[Again, with that almost tender mien, the doctor touched Dextera's face, clearing away the tears on his cheek with light fingers]

You won't, poppet. Not unless you fight it. Fight me. Life, like pain, is temporary, but power...real power...is forever.

[He nuzzled against the boy's neck, tugging his head aside with a slight pull of his hair, then with sudden violence bit down at the juncture of his neck, slowly increasing the force until the blood started to flow]

[that wakes Dextera out of the hazy state he had been in and his mind jumps immediately to the memory of teeth and pain and the fear of one of the deaths that the mute never wanted to experience again.

so he starts struggling again, crying out and wishing desperately he had a voice to scream with. regardless of the fact that Dextera did not have the energy to keep fighting back, every fiber of his being was focused on getting away even if it meant he had to pull his shoulder through the spike. if what he thought was going to happen would happen he needed to get away now...!]

[The struggling throws him off, but it's a little late for resistance, and he's just started to have fun. Annoyed, he pulls back, lips and chin red with the boy's blood. With something like a growl, he strikes Dextera on the forehead, in order to knock his head against the wall and cease his pathetic attempt at escape.]

[the impact knocks the mute for a loop and Dextera tastes something coppery in his mouth. blood....must have bit his tongue.

his vision swims and he lashes out with one last kick. even if it connects with anything, there is no strength behind it. Dextera's injuries were finally taking their toll on him and after this he knew he'd have nothing left to fight with.

really, the only hope he had now was that he'll pass out soon. oh well...dying in his sleep never was that bad.]

[If he'd wanted the boy dead he would have been. At this point keeping him alive was more difficult a task. The spike holding him in place also kept the blood loss to a minimum, but only as long as he stood still.

He pressed himself up against Dextera's body, uncaring about any blood that got onto his clothing.]

Better.

[He returns to the bite wound, licking at the blood that flowed there]

[Dextera doesn't know that and honestly that was one of the few things that was terrifying him at the moment. all the pain he had experienced at the hands of the Meta-Beings, however frightening, was quick. they didn't draw it out like this and a quick death was all Dextera had to be grateful for. this was not.

but the one tiny advantage Dextera had was that he knew his body's limits, how much pain he could take before he passed out. so when he thinks that the man isn't paying attention he pulls his injured shoulder a little, trying to speed up falling unconscious. a little more a little more.....]

[He's distracted for a moment, caught up in the taste of the blood - the flavor of life and fear and everything besides. His hands wander a bit, touching vaguely, fingers marking a bloody path over chest and hips, though with little intent beyond teasing.

He reaches up to pet his face, pulling away, and notices that Dextera is at the edge of oblivion.]

Useless.

[He rakes his nails hard down the center of the boy's chest, now intending only pain]

[there's a small part of him that agrees yes this is useless or maybe that was just Thirteen talking. poor Dextera, can't even knock himself out, let alone kill himself. you'll just come back and be at square one again.

the nails dragging down his chest hurt but gives Dextera some focus and he yanks hard on his shoulder. his legs nearly give out on him and the mute could taste blood and bile creeping up his throat but he didn't care. he just wanted this to stop.

darkness begins to creep into his vision and Dextera closes his eyes. it wouldn't...be long now. he just had to wait.]

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