didn't sleep. up writing for Sock. now hide under blankets. also not dead.
For Sockich, as a belated birthday gift with love, because she likes the creepy stuff.
(Note: Karrion is a guy who appeared in issues 55-57 of Deathstroke. He was a soldier whom Checkmate injected with a blood sample from Slade so they could have another super-soldier. Some time later, he attempted to convince Slade that they should work together, on the grounds that they were blood brothers. Slade refused. Karrion replied, and I quote, “I’ll think how good it could have been and perhaps leave flowers on your grave.”
And then, because Marcelo is creepy, things started going AU.)
Collaboration (yes, another one, this is your cue to hide) between Marcelo and Katarik. Play "which one wrote which?"
Title: Hide too well away
Summary: He knows he came from somewhere.
Slade Wilson.
It is the only name he knows, the only face. He would know those features anywhere, under any circumstances.
They tell him that Slade Wilson is why he is in pain, restrained, trapped here in Checkmate’s labs. That Slade Wilson is why he exists: he has Slade Wilson’s blood in his veins, making him the plague he has become. That Slade Wilson has the life that should be his, money and health and people to touch him, while he has nothing and no one but death in his hands.
They tell him, “Take that life from him.”
The name they give to him, for his work, is Karrion.
And Karrion looks at the videos of Slade Wilson’s life and training, the pictures, the files of the truth behind his powers, and dreams of when he and his one-eyed brother in blood will kill all these liars and make the world theirs, and scatter flowers on the graves of those who'd made them.
-- Finis
Title: Haptic Interface
Summary: The hand is the cutting edge of the mind
You both tremble when you touch him. He writhes in pain, while contact itself is enough to make you hunger for more. It has been so long since they made you a weapon and built you a prison.
Your very touch is death, and Slade dies as your hand brushes his cheek.
But he comes back. The moment you learned that he would was the moment you understood his skin was meant for your hands, and your hands for his skin. This -- his captivity, the deaths, this hunt of yours -- is about making him understand.
The moment he starts breathing again, hair back to the same familiar white and the curve of mouth you know from a thousand thousand images, you bend over his shackled frame to touch him again.
And you don't stop.
.finis.
Title: The conflagration of your soul
Summary: One must be patient, to gain great rewards.
Even after all this time, all the effort he's put into making Slade understand -- so many opportunities passed by so that he can continue showing Slade the truth, and doesn't he deserve something for that? In the time he’s spent here, he could have broken twenty mobs and taken them over.
He has only managed to make Slade believe that the truth he had believed about his military and his country were lies, nothing more than that single petty little crack in his naiveté. It's enough to infuriate him, but he can't truly be angry with his brother. His only real ally.
Even though he should *know* by now, and he doesn't, and even after all this Slade tries to bite back the pained noises and stares up at him with rage in that one shining eye before it blanks and his corpse stills.
Karrion sits, stroking the cooling remnants of Slade’s beard and face to feel healing skin under his hands, and plans who else has to die to make Slade understand -- the old man is already dead, and the pretty young blonde who’d been in Slade’s bed. Checkmate’s files had mentioned a daughter… and an ex-wife. -- and he waits for his brother to return to him.
-- Finis
Title: Leave thee naked
Summary: The subject must be destroyed before he can be rebuilt.
The problem is that for Slade to know, the bodies must be recognizable. He ends up shooting Adeline Wilson rather than using his powers. He has to wait to bring her body back until the wounds she’d delivered heal.
She’d been better than any human has the right to be, quick and ruthless and fighting through the pain. It’s almost a pity she is only human. If she’d been like him, like his brother…
But Slade will never believe, as long as he still has remnants of that weak humanity left.
It is almost a shock that at the sight of his wife's bloodied corpse, the knowledge that she had died in pain, Slade had still wept through his enraged snarls, his attempts -- still useless -- to break his bonds.
Karrion licks up the tears, tasting salty water and Slade’s skin, and he burns her body after Slade dies.
-- Finis
Title: Too Many Times to Count
Summary: Souls are immortal. The world is not.
The first sensations of your life are pain and your bound limbs. Then comes a hand on your naked chest and rough lips over yours, and because they are nothing like Addie's you are reminded of her.
By the time your brain revives enough to remember that Addie is dead and to understand who is kissing you, you are on the brink of dying again.
Your dying gasp blends with his.
.finis.
(Note: Karrion is a guy who appeared in issues 55-57 of Deathstroke. He was a soldier whom Checkmate injected with a blood sample from Slade so they could have another super-soldier. Some time later, he attempted to convince Slade that they should work together, on the grounds that they were blood brothers. Slade refused. Karrion replied, and I quote, “I’ll think how good it could have been and perhaps leave flowers on your grave.”
And then, because Marcelo is creepy, things started going AU.)
Collaboration (yes, another one, this is your cue to hide) between Marcelo and Katarik. Play "which one wrote which?"
Title: Hide too well away
Summary: He knows he came from somewhere.
Slade Wilson.
It is the only name he knows, the only face. He would know those features anywhere, under any circumstances.
They tell him that Slade Wilson is why he is in pain, restrained, trapped here in Checkmate’s labs. That Slade Wilson is why he exists: he has Slade Wilson’s blood in his veins, making him the plague he has become. That Slade Wilson has the life that should be his, money and health and people to touch him, while he has nothing and no one but death in his hands.
They tell him, “Take that life from him.”
The name they give to him, for his work, is Karrion.
And Karrion looks at the videos of Slade Wilson’s life and training, the pictures, the files of the truth behind his powers, and dreams of when he and his one-eyed brother in blood will kill all these liars and make the world theirs, and scatter flowers on the graves of those who'd made them.
-- Finis
Title: Haptic Interface
Summary: The hand is the cutting edge of the mind
You both tremble when you touch him. He writhes in pain, while contact itself is enough to make you hunger for more. It has been so long since they made you a weapon and built you a prison.
Your very touch is death, and Slade dies as your hand brushes his cheek.
But he comes back. The moment you learned that he would was the moment you understood his skin was meant for your hands, and your hands for his skin. This -- his captivity, the deaths, this hunt of yours -- is about making him understand.
The moment he starts breathing again, hair back to the same familiar white and the curve of mouth you know from a thousand thousand images, you bend over his shackled frame to touch him again.
And you don't stop.
.finis.
Title: The conflagration of your soul
Summary: One must be patient, to gain great rewards.
Even after all this time, all the effort he's put into making Slade understand -- so many opportunities passed by so that he can continue showing Slade the truth, and doesn't he deserve something for that? In the time he’s spent here, he could have broken twenty mobs and taken them over.
He has only managed to make Slade believe that the truth he had believed about his military and his country were lies, nothing more than that single petty little crack in his naiveté. It's enough to infuriate him, but he can't truly be angry with his brother. His only real ally.
Even though he should *know* by now, and he doesn't, and even after all this Slade tries to bite back the pained noises and stares up at him with rage in that one shining eye before it blanks and his corpse stills.
Karrion sits, stroking the cooling remnants of Slade’s beard and face to feel healing skin under his hands, and plans who else has to die to make Slade understand -- the old man is already dead, and the pretty young blonde who’d been in Slade’s bed. Checkmate’s files had mentioned a daughter… and an ex-wife. -- and he waits for his brother to return to him.
-- Finis
Title: Leave thee naked
Summary: The subject must be destroyed before he can be rebuilt.
The problem is that for Slade to know, the bodies must be recognizable. He ends up shooting Adeline Wilson rather than using his powers. He has to wait to bring her body back until the wounds she’d delivered heal.
She’d been better than any human has the right to be, quick and ruthless and fighting through the pain. It’s almost a pity she is only human. If she’d been like him, like his brother…
But Slade will never believe, as long as he still has remnants of that weak humanity left.
It is almost a shock that at the sight of his wife's bloodied corpse, the knowledge that she had died in pain, Slade had still wept through his enraged snarls, his attempts -- still useless -- to break his bonds.
Karrion licks up the tears, tasting salty water and Slade’s skin, and he burns her body after Slade dies.
-- Finis
Title: Too Many Times to Count
Summary: Souls are immortal. The world is not.
The first sensations of your life are pain and your bound limbs. Then comes a hand on your naked chest and rough lips over yours, and because they are nothing like Addie's you are reminded of her.
By the time your brain revives enough to remember that Addie is dead and to understand who is kissing you, you are on the brink of dying again.
Your dying gasp blends with his.
.finis.