Walkies
Characters: Batou and Erol
Location: Batou's room and Carnival
Date: Late night
Rating: R for violence probably
Erol snarled and paced at a quick march, driven by something he always felt (which had gotten worse in the past two years), but never so keenly as when all his distractions were removed. There really was little crueler that could be done to ( Read more... )
Location: Batou's room and Carnival
Date: Late night
Rating: R for violence probably
Erol snarled and paced at a quick march, driven by something he always felt (which had gotten worse in the past two years), but never so keenly as when all his distractions were removed. There really was little crueler that could be done to ( Read more... )
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"You've GOT to be kidding me," he growled. Out, yes, GOD he wanted out. He'd been wanting to see this Carnival place for a while, and he wanted to kill things so badly it hurt. But on a - his eyes flicked back and forth between Batou and the object he'd dropped several times before he figured it out, unwilling to take his eyes off his captor for any length of time - a leash??
What the fuck did he take him for. Batou was fooling himself if he thought Erol would go quietly, and the Commander shifted his pacing track further away from the bars so he couldn't be grabbed. (At least, he was pretty sure. Batou's arms were long but they were also thick.)
To come get him, he'd have to open the door. Erol eyed the cage's singular entrance hungrily. The smart thing to do would be to lure Batou in so he had room to maneuver around the cyborg, but he wasn't certain he had enough self-control not to try to make a break for it the second it was open.
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Batou wandered over to his desk and picked up another novel he was reading: The Garlic Ballads by Chinese author Mo Yan. Batou picked it up and leafed to the page he'd left off at, then began to read standing. It was a familiar pose, as his legs would never become tired, and so Batou only sat down to read when he cared about appearances. He didn't care now, and so he was prepared to stand, motionless save for the turning of pages, for hours.
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A chance to kill...
No. NO. He had his fucking pride. He wouldn't -
need BLOOD need DEATH need it need it NEED IT
"FINE!!!" he exploded, lunging at the bars and hitting them angrily, ending the movement by gripping the bars. "Make it. Fucking. Quick. Before I fucking change my mind. Again."
Tense as a violin string, he glared at Batou with palpable hatred and frustration, breathing hard as if the struggle with himself to let Batou restrain him had been physically strenuous.
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"One moment," he said, bending down to pick up some more wire. Batou reached through the bars and quickly restrained Erol's wrists, then attached the collar around the other man's neck. Wordlessly, the cyborg went to the 'lock' he used to keep Erol in his cage: a long piece of steel rebar bent around the door like a twist-tie. He grunts and with the soft moan of stressed metal, undoes the restraints.
Batou quickly took the leash in his hand and gave it a small jerk.
"Come along now. Let's go. You don't want someone to see you like this, do you?"
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But - whispered the logical part of his brain - if an ally saw you, or someone who might talk where they could be heard, THAT wouldn't be such a bad thing.
The few like-minded individuals on the ship wouldn't much appreciate the idea that one of them could be imprisoned with no consequences. Besides - he'd just done both Even and Cadence a bit of a favor, hooking them up to break into that restaurant, it would be quite clear that sticking together was advantageous. Someone would do something. For the advantage of having Erol owe them a favor, if nothing else.
I don't NEED someone to rescue me -
No you don't NEED it, but it'd certainly be nice at this point, wouldn't it.
... Yes.Stubbornly Erol took the leash between bound hands to keep slack next to his neck. It would minimize the leverage Batou had - for what that was worth, which wasn't much - and give Erol at ( ... )
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Batou did not speak as they moved towards the familiar doors, and mostly his attention was on his surroundings to make sure there were no observers of this. In all honesty, Batou would have preferred it if he hadn't collaborated with the others, as he was doing a fine job on his own and the cyborg wasn't sure which of them could be trusted. The redhead, sure, but for all Batou knew, the woman was a spy.
He frowned as they came to a stop and the doors opened. Thunder rolled inside Camp Carnival, same as always, and Batou tugged impatiently at Erol for him to follow.
"Come."
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Carnival was before them too soon. Erol's ears pricked at the rumble of thunder. Thunder?? ... The hell? He could feel the air differential, sense that it was outside, but that was impossible. They were facing the ship's interior...
"What's in there, anyway. And do I get a Mardamned weapon."
At the yank he snarled, pulled back on the leash with wire-bound hands. "Don't FUCKING pull me around." Breathing free air had quieted his nerves enough so that he was no longer compulsively twitchy, but he still hated being controlled and restrained.
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"Give me a reason to trust you," he said, and opened the doors. They slid into the walls and Batou yanked with a slight fraction of his strength, nearly spilling the elf on his face.
Inside it was much the same as before. The carousel tinkled away as the horses whimpered in pain, the concrete ramp had spots of fresh blood and the bruised, greenish-grey sky rolled with thunder that threatened to spill. The scent of blood and something burning came on the sickly breeze, and Batou began to lead Erol down the ramp.
"I'll release your hands at the bottom. Try to go for the door and I won't hold back. We're going to have fun and then you're going back into the cage. Behave and we'll go on walkies again."
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"Are you capable of putting aside personal grievances, Erol? If you are, I suggest we treat each other as comrades for the time being, and kill together. Agreed?" Batou can't help but let a tremor of excitement into his own voice. There are shapes moving in the darkness--more bears that turn into bats?
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Erol knew he couldn't hurt Batou - the man was little more than a distraction, at worst a hindrance as far as Erol was concerned. Now was all about THEM - whatever THEY were. Not the prey he was used to, women and children and rebels. Not even Metal Heads. And damn if he wouldn't have felt better with a good pistol or at least a dagger.
But it had been so long he couldn't fucking care less.
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