What's green and purple and red all over?

[darknessb4me]

Who: Arthas and Eddie (Nygma)
Where: Lurking just off the hallway to the cafeteria
When: Today
Warnings: Torture.

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Communicator? Oh no you don't.

The instant Nygma was past the door Arthas pulled it open and swung the chair leg he'd broken off at the back of the man's head. He didn't put his shoulders in it; don't want to break his skull, after all. It should still be enough for a knockout blow and a nice goose egg later.

Well. Looks like all those years of paladin mace training were going somewhere after all.

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Arthas had to fight to keep from recoiling from the smell. Kael. Blood magic again, and very vivid - he caught a flash of red and, confident that Nygma was down, scooped up some on a fingertip. Darkfallen again. He was getting this straight from one of the san'layn onboard. Didn't narrow it down much, there were half a dozen of them. He'd need to be careful. It was potent stuff, Nygma had been faster than even Death Knight reflexes could follow last time

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Ick. Nothing bled like a head wound. The screw was going to be all slippery now, dammit. And he was squirming. Oh well. This was the advantage to being 270 pounds of muscle.

"So glad you could join us, Nygma. Hold still."

Attempt number two, this time just above the ear.

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Arthas shifted his weight in response to the thrashing, and his voice was the sort of calm boredom usually associated with discussing the weather -

"Your analogy would be fine, except all I need is one hole. After that, it's not a nail, it's a saw."

Try three.

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"That's why I'm using a screw instead of a nail. Serrated."

Arthas took no notice of whatever he was doing with his feet. More squirming.

"Hold still, or I'll drive it through your eardrum and we'll make due from there."

Attempt 4. This was getting annoying, the screw was slippery in his hands and living blood was always disgustingly warm. He'd have to switch to a piece of glass soon.

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"You should learn that when I say I'm going to do something-" like he had in the cell - "I do it."

He pressed a massive, smothering hand around Eddie's head to keep it still and then settled the screw's tip in his ear and pressed it inwards with the pad of his thumb.

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For all his talk of not giving a damn about Eddie, and all he claimed to not enjoy violence, only see it as necessary, he sure as hell was chuckling to himself under his breath as the warden started begging him to stop.

He pressed the side of the screw's filed-flat blade against the bone inside the ear and started to saw towards the back of the head.

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The screw slipped out of his hand like he thought it might when Nygma moved - all of the blood, and it was already such a little thing. You never really could account for the blood during these things, it was always more than you thought it would be. Oh well, it wouldn't ruin his mood. He'd been dwelling on this for weeks. He absently wiped a glove on the back of Nygma's jacket and leaned over to try to pluck it out of the pool of blood.