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Title: Payback
Series: GO
Character: Nat, Gregory Smith
Rating: R- NC17
Warning: Extreme violence, character death
"I always knew that you were a freak."
Emerald eyes lifted from their appreciative gaze over spike knuckled gloves. Slitted pupils locked on a familiar figure. Black hair cut military style. Hard green eyes. A tall, well-muscled body with a protruding beer belly. Muscles were straining against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat dampened the brow. Overall, it was a satisfying image.
"Proud, Gregory? You always wanted a son who would stand out," he replied as he stood from his high-backed chair.
"I never asked for a faggot," Gregory spat, the vein in his left temple throbbing.
The younger man's hands clenched, but he quelled the urge to backhand his father. The man would not suffer under his own type of punishment. No, this man was going to suffer the ultimate payback--something Nat had been planning in great detail for the past seven years. Allowing a cool expression to settle over his face, Nat drew closer to his father.
"You won't have to worry about your disgrace of a son any longer, Gregory. In fact, you won't have to worry about anything before too long," whispered the pierced man.
"What do you mean by--"Nat cut the man off with a firm backhand to the face. He smirked as the four clean cuts began to well with blood.
"I think you've done enough talking, Gregory." Nat's eyes flashed with malice. "I'll be doing the talking from now on."
Nat paused and pulled two injection needles from the counter. Gazing at the contents of the two objects, he began speaking again.
"You must be feeling a little more pain than what usually comes with a few cuts. Believe it or not--and you would be wise to believe it--I've just injected neurotoxins from a Black Mamba's venom into your blood stream. This venom is lethal and will slowly but surely kill you in less than two hours depending on how much you struggle and how much you panic. Very few people survive a Black Mamba bite. It's your choice. Panic and die quickly, or stay calm and have the chance of me getting caught before you die."
He paused in his explanation to move closer to his father with one of the needles.
"Now, this is stonastoxin. It can be found in the hidden claws of a duck-billed platypus. Stonastoxin, Father, triggers pain receptors instantaneously. It is not lethal, but, once it is injected, you will feel pain a thousand times worse than the pain you inflicted on me while I was growing up."
By this time, the Black Mamba venom had begun the process of deteriorating Gregory Smith's vision, so the man did not see his son inject the platypus venom into his leg.
"Does it hurt, Father?" Nat asked, and he immediately spoke again before his father could answer. "Oh wait. Don't answer that."
Grabbing a roll of duct tape from the counter, Nat broke off a piece and taped the man's pursed lips together.
"Soon you will be vomiting uncontrollably from the snake venom. I want you to have to swallow your vomit like I had to swallow my pain."
Nat could tell that his father was suffering. He was struggling pitifully from the horrendous pain of the platypus venom, but that would not last long. Soon the Black Mamba venom would paralyze the man's muscles. There was one last venom to be administered before the snake venom could send Gregory into a coma where his senses would remain functional.
"Last but not least, Father, you will suffer from Necrodized Arachnotism, which is caused by a certain spider. When it bites you, it releases necrotoxins into your skin. In moments, the necrotoxins will begin to literally eat your flesh. Necrodized Arachnotism has no cure, I'm afraid."
With that, Nat injected the last venom. Smirking, he leaned against his father's chair. He straightened the man's drenched collar and patted the top of the man's head. The man had already fallen into a paralyzed coma. He could still feel the pain from the platypus and spider venoms.
"Soon, Father, your diaphragm and rib muscles will become paralyzed. Once that happens..." He pressed a kiss to the top of his father's head. "...you will have four minutes before your brain dies."
Leaning down, Nat whispered in his father's ear one last time.
"I'll see you in hell, Daddy."
Series: GO
Character: Nat, Gregory Smith
Rating: R- NC17
Warning: Extreme violence, character death
"I always knew that you were a freak."
Emerald eyes lifted from their appreciative gaze over spike knuckled gloves. Slitted pupils locked on a familiar figure. Black hair cut military style. Hard green eyes. A tall, well-muscled body with a protruding beer belly. Muscles were straining against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat dampened the brow. Overall, it was a satisfying image.
"Proud, Gregory? You always wanted a son who would stand out," he replied as he stood from his high-backed chair.
"I never asked for a faggot," Gregory spat, the vein in his left temple throbbing.
The younger man's hands clenched, but he quelled the urge to backhand his father. The man would not suffer under his own type of punishment. No, this man was going to suffer the ultimate payback--something Nat had been planning in great detail for the past seven years. Allowing a cool expression to settle over his face, Nat drew closer to his father.
"You won't have to worry about your disgrace of a son any longer, Gregory. In fact, you won't have to worry about anything before too long," whispered the pierced man.
"What do you mean by--"Nat cut the man off with a firm backhand to the face. He smirked as the four clean cuts began to well with blood.
"I think you've done enough talking, Gregory." Nat's eyes flashed with malice. "I'll be doing the talking from now on."
Nat paused and pulled two injection needles from the counter. Gazing at the contents of the two objects, he began speaking again.
"You must be feeling a little more pain than what usually comes with a few cuts. Believe it or not--and you would be wise to believe it--I've just injected neurotoxins from a Black Mamba's venom into your blood stream. This venom is lethal and will slowly but surely kill you in less than two hours depending on how much you struggle and how much you panic. Very few people survive a Black Mamba bite. It's your choice. Panic and die quickly, or stay calm and have the chance of me getting caught before you die."
He paused in his explanation to move closer to his father with one of the needles.
"Now, this is stonastoxin. It can be found in the hidden claws of a duck-billed platypus. Stonastoxin, Father, triggers pain receptors instantaneously. It is not lethal, but, once it is injected, you will feel pain a thousand times worse than the pain you inflicted on me while I was growing up."
By this time, the Black Mamba venom had begun the process of deteriorating Gregory Smith's vision, so the man did not see his son inject the platypus venom into his leg.
"Does it hurt, Father?" Nat asked, and he immediately spoke again before his father could answer. "Oh wait. Don't answer that."
Grabbing a roll of duct tape from the counter, Nat broke off a piece and taped the man's pursed lips together.
"Soon you will be vomiting uncontrollably from the snake venom. I want you to have to swallow your vomit like I had to swallow my pain."
Nat could tell that his father was suffering. He was struggling pitifully from the horrendous pain of the platypus venom, but that would not last long. Soon the Black Mamba venom would paralyze the man's muscles. There was one last venom to be administered before the snake venom could send Gregory into a coma where his senses would remain functional.
"Last but not least, Father, you will suffer from Necrodized Arachnotism, which is caused by a certain spider. When it bites you, it releases necrotoxins into your skin. In moments, the necrotoxins will begin to literally eat your flesh. Necrodized Arachnotism has no cure, I'm afraid."
With that, Nat injected the last venom. Smirking, he leaned against his father's chair. He straightened the man's drenched collar and patted the top of the man's head. The man had already fallen into a paralyzed coma. He could still feel the pain from the platypus and spider venoms.
"Soon, Father, your diaphragm and rib muscles will become paralyzed. Once that happens..." He pressed a kiss to the top of his father's head. "...you will have four minutes before your brain dies."
Leaning down, Nat whispered in his father's ear one last time.
"I'll see you in hell, Daddy."