can you please release me?

[hesalreadyhere]

Who: Jade and Jack
When: Wednesday
Where: 17-C
Summary: So, how far would you go to save your worst enemy?
Rating: R because violence
Warnings: Swinging blades, children sticking their hands in acid, AND SCIENCE! Also, feelings.

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[hesalreadyhere]

She couldn't do it. She couldn't burn her hand off for him, she had so many reasons to just leave him to die, her friends would forgive her because it was justified and he is so, so fucked--

Then the axe finally stopped, about half an inch from his waist. Slowly, it began to raise.

Jack let out the breath he'd been holding.

Once the axe was all the way back up, his restraints unlatched themselves and he could finally slide off that bullshit table and back onto the floor. His wrists and ankles were sore as hell, but other than that, he was no worse than he was the day before.

As for Jade, well. She didn't look too bad, but fuck, that burn looked nasty as hell. He turned to face her, an uncertain expression on his face.

Bec loved her, but Jack didn't. He just sort of felt like he should now, but without his prototypings the feeling didn't even exist. The most he could feel for her right now was some sort of awkward, underwhelming pity. And gratitude, for obvious reasons.

Shit. He should probably not stand there and watch her skin burn off.

"Your arm looks like shit," he started by pointing out the obvious. Cleaning it would be a start, right? He stepped over to her, grabbing her shoulder lightly. "Come on, better not just leave it like that."

[quarkylass]

She nodded, uncomprehending. Her arm felt like it was on fire; though she'd pulled it out, it was still burning, red splotches appearing on her skin. Her hand hurt the worst; the muscles and ligaments broken by yesterday's trap had started to throb painfully. Jade wasn't entirely sure what acid it was, but even without that knowledge she could safely say that it probably needed medical attention fast.

Standing up took effort, but she managed to nod at him, holding her arm away from her body. Could acid leak onto clothing if you weren't careful? That seemed like a horrible hypothesis to test.

"It feels like shit too..."