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an arm for a leg

Oct 07, 2011 02:37

Who: Dave and Jack
When: Friday
Where: 34-D
Summary: HEY GUYS I DON'T THINK I'VE MUTILATED JACK ENOUGH THIS WEEK
Rating: R
Warnings: Meat grinders + dersite bloodfountains + jesushands

( it's cool he wasn't using that arm anyway )

jack noir, dave strider

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ironicpurposes October 7 2011, 16:11:19 UTC

Okay, Dave clearly remembered collapsing into bed last night. The fuck was this shit? He slowly sat up, rubbing underneath his shades, and as soon as the paper attached to his shirt crinkled it all came together.

His gaze swept around the room and landed squarely on Jack. Shit, those... things by his arms and legs looked real fucking nasty. He could kind of guess what they'd do, but had no idea when they'd go off --

Oh. Right. The note. That might help.

Hello, Dave. Today we test the limits of your forgiveness ( ... )

hesalreadyhere October 7 2011, 16:37:16 UTC

Haha, right, of course. The set-up made some sense once he thought about it. At least the kid wouldn't be the one getting hurt this time, and for a moment Jack thought this might not be so bad.

Then the first device came to life, screeching with blades and whirling machinery. In two seconds his left hand lacked fingers. Fucking hell they weren't kidding about the destroying part.

Now it was moving inwards. "Shit!" He hissed and struggled, but it was no use-- this thing wasn't going to stop, not on it's own.

The machines began grinding its way through Jack's wrist, churning out blood and fragmented bits of bone, flesh and carapace from a wide opening at the bottom.

ironicpurposes October 7 2011, 23:21:17 UTC

Oh hell no, that was way too fucking fast. To make matters worse, the sight of Jack's arm getting chewed up froze Dave in place. Luckily, as soon as the adrenaline started pumping he remembered his fucking purpose here and launched himself at the first button.

And promptly fell flat on his face. Again.

God. Fucking. Damn itNot wanting to waste more time, Dave hauled himself back up and dragged his ass to the goal. Would it be too little too late? Jack might make it out of here with a stump, at least ( ... )

hesalreadyhere October 8 2011, 02:29:48 UTC

It was very, very difficult for Jack to pay attention to anything other than the fucking deathmachine ripping apart his arm. For now he was dividing his attention between screaming off every single combination of swears he could think of and trying desperately to free himself, struggling against his restraints like a madman. He knew it was useless, but fuck it, he was struggling anyway. His elbow made an especially loud crunch as it went through and the dersite couldn't help but shriek mid-swear ( ... )

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