A merging of minds. - Team Hell
Title: A merging of minds.
Team: Hell
Characters: Alastair, T-bag, mentions of Cas
Crossover: Prison Break, Supernatural
Word count:841
Summery: Sometimes the line between humanity and hell is very thin.
Warning: blood, gore, violence, implied non con
Spoilers: none really
Rating: R
A/N: Al and T-bag are about the same person to be honest. Accent, want to torture and break, tongue thing etc. XD
The body has barely gone cold, when Alastair finds the human poised above it. A feral snarl, still curled over the convict's thin lips. The apparent source...of the delicious screams that had echoed all through the system of caverns; lit up the caves that served as his own little hidey hole.
The tempting sounds of pain had filtered through; from out here, down all the way to the cell he had been in, deep underground. He had heard them while he had been busily making the poor little angel, the one that had fallen into his lap - feel at home. But there was something in the symphony of pain, something that that drove him to find out who was causing it. And Cas, would still be there to enjoy when he got back.
The man is short and dirty. But there is a lethality in his eyes, one that Alistair recognizes; an eager bloodlust usually reserved for demons. As the torturer watches, the other licks scarlet liquid of of his lips - painting teeth red. Intimidatingly smiling, as he wrenches his knife out and moves closer.
"She... was a bitch," A menacing southern accent colors the words, and it's not bad... for a human. "But, ah am afraid, you have already seen too much, friend." The dark eyes gleam sadistically, as the serated edge of a knife plunges into his stomach.
A creative wound, it catches organs on it's way in and is almost exactly what he would have done. Perhaps this man, whoever he is, could be of some use.
He lets his eyes go white, as he carelessly throws the blade aside. And the other man's eyes widen - interest mixed with fear. "T'hell are you?" He questions, still bold.
"I'm what you would call... a demon." His lips widen into a vicious grin as T-bag looks at him incredulously. But then considers the gash stretching all across the other's stomach, looks over at the knife on the floor, and back up to clouded eyes - before finally shrugging.
"Been called that a few time myself." Alastair smirks and he just knows that this man is perfect. After all, he can't do everything - be everywhere. He needs someone to do some of the dirty work.
In hell, he had demons, souls and Dean. But here... he only gets third rate flunkies - that don't know a whip from a scourge. He has a feeling though, that this man will do just fine after some polishing. The want to torture, maim and hurt is all already there, floating openly on the surface. And that is all he really needs to work with.
"Join me," He offers silkily, "You will be protected and rewarded. And of course, get to use your... very special talents."
T-bag glares and then laughs - cold and cruel, "M'fraid that's not enough. Gotta... sweeten the deal."
For a moment, Alastair considers slitting his throat where he stands. But in the end he decides he likes this. No fear, no hesitation. "I think," He sniffs, " I have, hmm, just the thing."
"Well, ah am all ears,"
"Follow me."
"Well - I'll be..." T-bag looks transfixed - mesmerized. "He's even prettier than the pretty." And he loses Alastair there, but he knows he's got the shorter man; hook, line and sinker.
"So we have a deal." He chuckles, "You get him tonight, and tomorrow you start doing as I say."
"Yeah sure, anything you want." The murderer waves him off; hungrily eying the bound angel in the other room.
"Well then, show me what you can do."
"That a challenge?" T-bag flicks his tongue out across his teeth.
"Hmm, if it was - human. You wouldn't stand a chance. Everything you know, I invented. You beasts have no idea what true torture is. What it's really like to melt bone and taste intestines. The smell of flesh congealing and the feel of severing tendons." He misses hell. It's always to quite on earth, no lullaby of screams. Too freezing and peaceful.
"I think, you underestimate me." The rapist smiles, his dirty teeth bared harshly. " And I will be just jubilant to prove you wrong, when the opportune moment presents itself. But there is a pretty pretty little creature in there, and I just cannot bear to be delayed any longer." One more cold chuckle permeates into the air, as the convict moves. Leaves him standing alone.
The demon waits and watches for a moment or two. Admiring how the human seems to know some of his best tricks. How he towers despite his short stature; slowly removes the shivering angel's clothes. How he bites leisurely down the pale expanse of neck, as his mouth seems to constantly whisper dirty words.
He has other things to attend to, though. But tomorrow, when he has this man to do it all for him... He will be sure to remind the angel that it is demons and not humans - that reign supreme when it comes to delivering pain.
Team: Hell
Characters: Alastair, T-bag, mentions of Cas
Crossover: Prison Break, Supernatural
Word count:841
Summery: Sometimes the line between humanity and hell is very thin.
Warning: blood, gore, violence, implied non con
Spoilers: none really
Rating: R
A/N: Al and T-bag are about the same person to be honest. Accent, want to torture and break, tongue thing etc. XD
The body has barely gone cold, when Alastair finds the human poised above it. A feral snarl, still curled over the convict's thin lips. The apparent source...of the delicious screams that had echoed all through the system of caverns; lit up the caves that served as his own little hidey hole.
The tempting sounds of pain had filtered through; from out here, down all the way to the cell he had been in, deep underground. He had heard them while he had been busily making the poor little angel, the one that had fallen into his lap - feel at home. But there was something in the symphony of pain, something that that drove him to find out who was causing it. And Cas, would still be there to enjoy when he got back.
The man is short and dirty. But there is a lethality in his eyes, one that Alistair recognizes; an eager bloodlust usually reserved for demons. As the torturer watches, the other licks scarlet liquid of of his lips - painting teeth red. Intimidatingly smiling, as he wrenches his knife out and moves closer.
"She... was a bitch," A menacing southern accent colors the words, and it's not bad... for a human. "But, ah am afraid, you have already seen too much, friend." The dark eyes gleam sadistically, as the serated edge of a knife plunges into his stomach.
A creative wound, it catches organs on it's way in and is almost exactly what he would have done. Perhaps this man, whoever he is, could be of some use.
He lets his eyes go white, as he carelessly throws the blade aside. And the other man's eyes widen - interest mixed with fear. "T'hell are you?" He questions, still bold.
"I'm what you would call... a demon." His lips widen into a vicious grin as T-bag looks at him incredulously. But then considers the gash stretching all across the other's stomach, looks over at the knife on the floor, and back up to clouded eyes - before finally shrugging.
"Been called that a few time myself." Alastair smirks and he just knows that this man is perfect. After all, he can't do everything - be everywhere. He needs someone to do some of the dirty work.
In hell, he had demons, souls and Dean. But here... he only gets third rate flunkies - that don't know a whip from a scourge. He has a feeling though, that this man will do just fine after some polishing. The want to torture, maim and hurt is all already there, floating openly on the surface. And that is all he really needs to work with.
"Join me," He offers silkily, "You will be protected and rewarded. And of course, get to use your... very special talents."
T-bag glares and then laughs - cold and cruel, "M'fraid that's not enough. Gotta... sweeten the deal."
For a moment, Alastair considers slitting his throat where he stands. But in the end he decides he likes this. No fear, no hesitation. "I think," He sniffs, " I have, hmm, just the thing."
"Well, ah am all ears,"
"Follow me."
"Well - I'll be..." T-bag looks transfixed - mesmerized. "He's even prettier than the pretty." And he loses Alastair there, but he knows he's got the shorter man; hook, line and sinker.
"So we have a deal." He chuckles, "You get him tonight, and tomorrow you start doing as I say."
"Yeah sure, anything you want." The murderer waves him off; hungrily eying the bound angel in the other room.
"Well then, show me what you can do."
"That a challenge?" T-bag flicks his tongue out across his teeth.
"Hmm, if it was - human. You wouldn't stand a chance. Everything you know, I invented. You beasts have no idea what true torture is. What it's really like to melt bone and taste intestines. The smell of flesh congealing and the feel of severing tendons." He misses hell. It's always to quite on earth, no lullaby of screams. Too freezing and peaceful.
"I think, you underestimate me." The rapist smiles, his dirty teeth bared harshly. " And I will be just jubilant to prove you wrong, when the opportune moment presents itself. But there is a pretty pretty little creature in there, and I just cannot bear to be delayed any longer." One more cold chuckle permeates into the air, as the convict moves. Leaves him standing alone.
The demon waits and watches for a moment or two. Admiring how the human seems to know some of his best tricks. How he towers despite his short stature; slowly removes the shivering angel's clothes. How he bites leisurely down the pale expanse of neck, as his mouth seems to constantly whisper dirty words.
He has other things to attend to, though. But tomorrow, when he has this man to do it all for him... He will be sure to remind the angel that it is demons and not humans - that reign supreme when it comes to delivering pain.