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Verse: All I Need
Who: Jimmy, two stunt demons, Lucian,
What: A breath of fresh air takes a turn for the worst.
Where: Outside the bar and a lovely little room.
Note: Minor Ick factor under the cut.
There was no way he could stay holed up in the bar just waiting for something to happen. Sure, Jimmy wanted to make sure the pendant stayed safe, but that's what hex bags and traps were for. Before going outside, he dumped a container of salt onto it and left it in a Devil's Trap. Plus Jo was there. She was pretty scary enough at times.
Not one to be still, Jimmy paced around out front. As soon as he got to the side, he stopped. Two figures caused him to stop and glare. "Where's Wonderboy at, Novak?"
Next thing he knew, someone grabbed the back of his neck and things went dark.
Jimmy came to strapped down to a table in a dimly lit room. His jacket and shirt were gone and damn the thing was cold. Gritty, too. The person that was standing over him looked familiar. He'd know the sick facade of a woman anywhere. "...Lucian."
"Thought you might recognize me like this," she smirked while twirling a knife. "But reunion's over Jimmy boy. You know what I want."
"You can go screw yourself," he snarked, not entirely caring that the situation wan't in his favor.
Lucian shook her head. "I should've worn a man. You'd be more intimidated than what this pretty face does, hm?" She shugged, only to go to work using the knife on his stomach. The wounds from before weren't entirely healed yet, striking the worst feelings. He writhed, letting out a few screams of pain. "She's going to get it one way or another. You're just going to be our walking telegram. Or, you know, you could bring it to us. How's that sound?" She stopped, waving the bloody knife thoughtfully.
He grit his teeth, sucking in a breath only to say, "No. No way. Take your deals and shove them--"
She went back to work, not bothering to listen to the last few parts.
---
All the torment lasted half an hour and when they were ready to deliver the telegram in the form of Jimmy, they dropped his weak and barely with it body in the alley. Of course, Lucian herself left him there. She threw his jacket on his lap in disgust before disappearing. The only thing Jimmy could think to do that didn't take much movement was pull out his phone from the pocket and dial the number to the bar.
Hopefully, Jo would get the hint.
Who: Jimmy, two stunt demons, Lucian,
What: A breath of fresh air takes a turn for the worst.
Where: Outside the bar and a lovely little room.
Note: Minor Ick factor under the cut.
There was no way he could stay holed up in the bar just waiting for something to happen. Sure, Jimmy wanted to make sure the pendant stayed safe, but that's what hex bags and traps were for. Before going outside, he dumped a container of salt onto it and left it in a Devil's Trap. Plus Jo was there. She was pretty scary enough at times.
Not one to be still, Jimmy paced around out front. As soon as he got to the side, he stopped. Two figures caused him to stop and glare. "Where's Wonderboy at, Novak?"
Next thing he knew, someone grabbed the back of his neck and things went dark.
Jimmy came to strapped down to a table in a dimly lit room. His jacket and shirt were gone and damn the thing was cold. Gritty, too. The person that was standing over him looked familiar. He'd know the sick facade of a woman anywhere. "...Lucian."
"Thought you might recognize me like this," she smirked while twirling a knife. "But reunion's over Jimmy boy. You know what I want."
"You can go screw yourself," he snarked, not entirely caring that the situation wan't in his favor.
Lucian shook her head. "I should've worn a man. You'd be more intimidated than what this pretty face does, hm?" She shugged, only to go to work using the knife on his stomach. The wounds from before weren't entirely healed yet, striking the worst feelings. He writhed, letting out a few screams of pain. "She's going to get it one way or another. You're just going to be our walking telegram. Or, you know, you could bring it to us. How's that sound?" She stopped, waving the bloody knife thoughtfully.
He grit his teeth, sucking in a breath only to say, "No. No way. Take your deals and shove them--"
She went back to work, not bothering to listen to the last few parts.
---
All the torment lasted half an hour and when they were ready to deliver the telegram in the form of Jimmy, they dropped his weak and barely with it body in the alley. Of course, Lucian herself left him there. She threw his jacket on his lap in disgust before disappearing. The only thing Jimmy could think to do that didn't take much movement was pull out his phone from the pocket and dial the number to the bar.
Hopefully, Jo would get the hint.