11-14-2014, 10:45 AM
As he walked he looked up and saw cameras. A simple weave and the thing was dead. The hall was short and met another one at a perpendicular angle. The walls were solid concrete, but not clean or perfect. This may have been some underground shelter or bunker from back in the Cold War. Now it was a torture chamber.
He'd already taken out one camera but it was highly likely there were others. He thought for a moment and then smiled. He could accomplish two things here with something simple. He wove air around him as a buffer for the heat, and then a weave of fire. He added combinations of earth to the fire until the color darkened to a reddish black. A weave of water running into the fire created a permanent mist that looked like smoke. He didn't have a mirror, but he imagined he looked like fire clad death itself. Which he was. Very much so tonight, Death was stalking these halls.
He walked to the end of the hall and looked in both directions. The screams were coming from his right. Another camera died along the way. He walked toward the sounds until he came to another crossing. Another turn, another dead camera, and he was in front of a door. He drew on the Force until he could pull no more. Fiery rage and icy fury coursed through him. His heart pounded with force of thunder. He ground his teeth and glared, a ball of fire pulsing in his hand, as he pushed open the door.
There he saw a man standing, head down over a young girl bound in some kind of swing. Her face was a mass of bruises and terror and agony, her body unclothed. She had some cuts on her. The man held something long and wicked looking in his hand. He'd appeared to be taunting her with it, cruelly trailing it against her throat and breast and stomach, to maximize her anticipation of terror. The man turned his head and saw Malik and his jaw dropped open.
Darth Malik smiled a sick smile, nostrils flaring. The fire around him flared too. Looking up he saw the camera. He threw the fireball in his hand and the thing went up in sparks. The man jumped back in fear. The words couldn't come out of his mouth. They would though. Malik never left without there being a torrent of words and pleas for forgiveness and mercy. The abject confession of all their evils and begging for understanding. He smiled in anticipation. Another weave of air in front of his mouth, a modification of what he'd see Ascendancy do during his speech, and his words came out louder. Changing the air compression randomly distorted his voice into strange tones.
"Such a big strong man, torturing girls."
His tone became condescending. "Did you feel better? Did you feel power?"
He laughed contemptuously. "You are a coward. You are weak."
He chuckled richly. "Death is here to show you what power is. And to make you feel."
What that was, he let hang in the air.
He stepped forward. The man seemed rooted to the floor but Malik wove air about his feet, tying him to the ground. The man looked down and tried to move and couldn't. Fear filled his eyes. Malik walked closer, the heat from the fires surrounding him causing the man to shy away. Voice deepening strangely, he said softly. "You will beg to die...and I will not let you."
He smiled. "Not for a long while."
He let go of his sound weave and using air pulled the chains from the wall. They snaked to the man's body. Fire opened each manacle, edges red, and went around his wrists and ankles. He screamed as they burned his flesh, especially when Malik melted them back together. Then he pulled the chains tight until the man was hung there painfully in the center of the room, spread eagled. The way the chains were positioned, they had been used this way before. Malik looked around the room and saw the...implements there, the blood stains on the floor. He knew what the man did here.
His lip curled. The sound weave sprang up. "You will be everything you made these girls be....and more."
His voice became a whisper. "I promise you."
He remembered the dog upstairs. "Much...much more."
He laugh at that, black fire around him roiling. The man wimpered. Let him anticipate. He would be screaming soon enough.
Malik looked at the girl and felt pity. You didn't do this to innocents. You didn't do this kind of thing to people for no reason. Weaves of air cut at the straps while a cushion of gently lowered her. He dropped his sound weave and instead went and got the woman's garment- it was tattered but it was something. He altered his fire weave so that his hand was clear, picked it up and took it to her. She shied away from his form so he floated it to her. "You are safe. He wont hurt you."
She flinched at his voice but took the cloth and put it on. That thin material seemed to help her. She was shaking and hurt, but she would survive. With trauma, no doubt. One did not go through horror like this without it.
"There was another girl in here. Did you see her?"
The girl looked at him blankly for a moment and then nodded. She was a fighter and seemed to be getting her strength back. He hadn't broken her. "Do you know where she is?"
The woman took a breath and the weakly answered, "The other room. Where he held me. He makes you watch what he is going to do..." She broke down. Malik waited for her to gather her strength.
When she stilled he said, "Take me there."
The woman looked at him a moment and then nodded a yes. She stood up. She had to think she was out of her mind, seeing him glowing with black fire and all the other things he did. That was ok with him. She'd never be able to point him out. He looked back at the man- his bindings were secure. No key would work on melted locks or chains.
Malik sneered. He did want to leave the man with a little something though. He walked to the man, tilted his head curiously, looking at him. As he did a weave of air went around the man's throat while another forced open his mouth and forced its way down into it. The man's eyes widened and he thrashed his head. Looking down into the man's eyes- so close that the man's clothes smoked from the heat- he saw the terror and fear. He watched the man struggle as his body demanded air, as he gagged from the air in his throat. He watched until the man's eyes fluttered as if he were going to pass out, and then he let the weaves go. The man breathed great drafts of air and then threw up as Malik stepped back. "I will come back for you,"
Malik said softly in his normal voice and smiled, his teeth showing.
The girl led him out of the room. Malik switched the light off. The dark would do its part too, as the man was very much aware. Malik couldn't help but laugh at the giddyness he felt inside. It was not often that dispensing justice was going to be so much fun or so deserved. He was going to have to be creative in order to break this one, to make him feel the worst he could before he'd beg for mercy and forgiveness.
Each person was different. A man might feel important and entitled. So he'd have to show him how very unimportant he was. A woman might mistakenly feel that her abuse in the name of decency was righteous. In which case, he made sure to expose her deepest darkest secrets and made sure that she knew everyone was going to know the truth about her. So this man felt women were trash, that he had to dominate them and make them see how very strong he was. He reveled in his power over them, that he was superior and smarter and stronger. Every degradation and humilation only fed that feeling. Well, he'd soon feel all of that himself.
Two more cameras died as they walked the halls. The girl seemed to get lost and he saw far more of this place than he would have liked. His rage continued to grow, the vast inhumanity this beast had perpetrated on girls. This was going to be a bad one. For him.
Finally they came to a room and Malik opened the door to find the girl he'd followed chained up. She didn't look too bad, but the images on the TV were horrifying. A weave of fire burned it out and the screams died.
He'd already taken out one camera but it was highly likely there were others. He thought for a moment and then smiled. He could accomplish two things here with something simple. He wove air around him as a buffer for the heat, and then a weave of fire. He added combinations of earth to the fire until the color darkened to a reddish black. A weave of water running into the fire created a permanent mist that looked like smoke. He didn't have a mirror, but he imagined he looked like fire clad death itself. Which he was. Very much so tonight, Death was stalking these halls.
He walked to the end of the hall and looked in both directions. The screams were coming from his right. Another camera died along the way. He walked toward the sounds until he came to another crossing. Another turn, another dead camera, and he was in front of a door. He drew on the Force until he could pull no more. Fiery rage and icy fury coursed through him. His heart pounded with force of thunder. He ground his teeth and glared, a ball of fire pulsing in his hand, as he pushed open the door.
There he saw a man standing, head down over a young girl bound in some kind of swing. Her face was a mass of bruises and terror and agony, her body unclothed. She had some cuts on her. The man held something long and wicked looking in his hand. He'd appeared to be taunting her with it, cruelly trailing it against her throat and breast and stomach, to maximize her anticipation of terror. The man turned his head and saw Malik and his jaw dropped open.
Darth Malik smiled a sick smile, nostrils flaring. The fire around him flared too. Looking up he saw the camera. He threw the fireball in his hand and the thing went up in sparks. The man jumped back in fear. The words couldn't come out of his mouth. They would though. Malik never left without there being a torrent of words and pleas for forgiveness and mercy. The abject confession of all their evils and begging for understanding. He smiled in anticipation. Another weave of air in front of his mouth, a modification of what he'd see Ascendancy do during his speech, and his words came out louder. Changing the air compression randomly distorted his voice into strange tones.
"Such a big strong man, torturing girls."
His tone became condescending. "Did you feel better? Did you feel power?"
He laughed contemptuously. "You are a coward. You are weak."
He chuckled richly. "Death is here to show you what power is. And to make you feel."
What that was, he let hang in the air.
He stepped forward. The man seemed rooted to the floor but Malik wove air about his feet, tying him to the ground. The man looked down and tried to move and couldn't. Fear filled his eyes. Malik walked closer, the heat from the fires surrounding him causing the man to shy away. Voice deepening strangely, he said softly. "You will beg to die...and I will not let you."
He smiled. "Not for a long while."
He let go of his sound weave and using air pulled the chains from the wall. They snaked to the man's body. Fire opened each manacle, edges red, and went around his wrists and ankles. He screamed as they burned his flesh, especially when Malik melted them back together. Then he pulled the chains tight until the man was hung there painfully in the center of the room, spread eagled. The way the chains were positioned, they had been used this way before. Malik looked around the room and saw the...implements there, the blood stains on the floor. He knew what the man did here.
His lip curled. The sound weave sprang up. "You will be everything you made these girls be....and more."
His voice became a whisper. "I promise you."
He remembered the dog upstairs. "Much...much more."
He laugh at that, black fire around him roiling. The man wimpered. Let him anticipate. He would be screaming soon enough.
Malik looked at the girl and felt pity. You didn't do this to innocents. You didn't do this kind of thing to people for no reason. Weaves of air cut at the straps while a cushion of gently lowered her. He dropped his sound weave and instead went and got the woman's garment- it was tattered but it was something. He altered his fire weave so that his hand was clear, picked it up and took it to her. She shied away from his form so he floated it to her. "You are safe. He wont hurt you."
She flinched at his voice but took the cloth and put it on. That thin material seemed to help her. She was shaking and hurt, but she would survive. With trauma, no doubt. One did not go through horror like this without it.
"There was another girl in here. Did you see her?"
The girl looked at him blankly for a moment and then nodded. She was a fighter and seemed to be getting her strength back. He hadn't broken her. "Do you know where she is?"
The woman took a breath and the weakly answered, "The other room. Where he held me. He makes you watch what he is going to do..." She broke down. Malik waited for her to gather her strength.
When she stilled he said, "Take me there."
The woman looked at him a moment and then nodded a yes. She stood up. She had to think she was out of her mind, seeing him glowing with black fire and all the other things he did. That was ok with him. She'd never be able to point him out. He looked back at the man- his bindings were secure. No key would work on melted locks or chains.
Malik sneered. He did want to leave the man with a little something though. He walked to the man, tilted his head curiously, looking at him. As he did a weave of air went around the man's throat while another forced open his mouth and forced its way down into it. The man's eyes widened and he thrashed his head. Looking down into the man's eyes- so close that the man's clothes smoked from the heat- he saw the terror and fear. He watched the man struggle as his body demanded air, as he gagged from the air in his throat. He watched until the man's eyes fluttered as if he were going to pass out, and then he let the weaves go. The man breathed great drafts of air and then threw up as Malik stepped back. "I will come back for you,"
Malik said softly in his normal voice and smiled, his teeth showing.
The girl led him out of the room. Malik switched the light off. The dark would do its part too, as the man was very much aware. Malik couldn't help but laugh at the giddyness he felt inside. It was not often that dispensing justice was going to be so much fun or so deserved. He was going to have to be creative in order to break this one, to make him feel the worst he could before he'd beg for mercy and forgiveness.
Each person was different. A man might feel important and entitled. So he'd have to show him how very unimportant he was. A woman might mistakenly feel that her abuse in the name of decency was righteous. In which case, he made sure to expose her deepest darkest secrets and made sure that she knew everyone was going to know the truth about her. So this man felt women were trash, that he had to dominate them and make them see how very strong he was. He reveled in his power over them, that he was superior and smarter and stronger. Every degradation and humilation only fed that feeling. Well, he'd soon feel all of that himself.
Two more cameras died as they walked the halls. The girl seemed to get lost and he saw far more of this place than he would have liked. His rage continued to grow, the vast inhumanity this beast had perpetrated on girls. This was going to be a bad one. For him.
Finally they came to a room and Malik opened the door to find the girl he'd followed chained up. She didn't look too bad, but the images on the TV were horrifying. A weave of fire burned it out and the screams died.