EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[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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[madetosin]

[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.]

[sinsoftheblaze]

[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.]

[madetosin]

[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]

[sinsoftheblaze]

[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.....]

[madetosin]

[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]

[sinsoftheblaze]

[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.]