Hijack This Hurt

[shenghuanzhe]

Characters: Kage shenghuanzhe, Raphael betterthanleo
Location: Unknown Deck
Date: Today
Rating: R for violence

Hijack This HurtKage smoked as he waited for Raphael to wake up. He'd gone through half a pack of cigarettes and they floated in half a bottle of Pepsi the First Mate had abandoned drinking in favour of a fresher, colder bottle

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[shenghuanzhe]

The grinder stopped.

Raphael couldn't see him, but he could feel when Kage shifted off his shell and came around so he could look Raphael in the eyes.

Kage's face was a cold mask, but a dark fire burned in his eyes and his voice was cold as frosted marble when he spoke.

"I don't even gotta hit you and you're broke," the First Mate said, and his lip curled ever so slightly. "You think y'can tie me up? Hurt me and get away with it? You think punchin' me a few time's torture?"

Kage's hand lashed out, but he pulled his punch so the fist hung a hair's breadth from Raphael's cheek.

"This is how you do it, stupid," Kage hissed, lip curled to show his canines. "You wanted t'be a badass? You wanted t'tangle with someone who's a lot fuckin' older, faster'n meaner? You got that wish. Now pay attention to that fuckin' sinkin' feeling in your chest, boy, 'cause it's gonna be with you forever when someone asks what that writin' on your shell means. Even if you lie and tell 'em it means somethin' nice, you'n me will know better."

Kage rose and thumbed the grinder back on, thumped down on Raphael's back and resumed work. The song had ended and now Kage worked without music.

[betterthanleo]

The pause from the grinder would have been a relief, had Raphael not feared why Kage would've actually stopped. He looked him square in the eyes as he spoke, unblinking but still afraid, and when he sat back down to start the grinder again, his heart throbbed with a strange added sense of defeat.

Kage's words - Raphael might as well have had more salt poured into his wounds all over again. Christ, even the whackjob that was carving into his shell had understood the situation better than he had. How could he have let this happen? What were his brothers going to do without him? What was... Leo going to say to them about it...? Say to Casey? Say to their father? Leo...

"Aughhh! Stop!" he screamed, writhing underneath him. "I s-said -- said I got it! What more d'you want?! Stop! For - agh - For fuck's sake!"

[shenghuanzhe]

Kage didn't stop.

This was a lesson to Raphael, Kage felt, and an important one. Kage had been on the receiving end of these kinds of lessons plenty of times before, and he knew precisely what Raphael was feeling. He didn't care.

He continued to carve the flowing, graceful script across the shell, occassionally going back over his work to make sure that it was all properly deep. To grind the letters out of the turtle's shell would pretty much require the shell to be ground all the way off. It was large enough, too, that it would be visible unless Raphael wore a cloak to cover himself.

Time passed as Kage worked in silence. He listened to Raphael's screams and his begging, but the First Mate didn't answer back. They were just noises to him, no different from the whining of the grinder.

Just the sound of something soft being ground down by someone much harder.