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[andgettingworse]

Day: 10
Characters: Antubis (antsolute), Orochimaru (dr_snakey_pants), Gary (relaxfriend), Paul (andgettingworse)
Summary: A long overdue revenge against one anteater god who doesn't know his place.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT / early morning
Status: Closed, Ongoing

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[antsolute]

He raised his fist again, all too eager to strike Paul again. He'd told the boy once before that he would erase him from this world properly this time, and not leave it up to rewriting the past to erase Paul's future.

However, before he got the chance to hit Paul again, hopefully enough to make the ghost pass right back out of the wall, he was struck hard in the back, causing him to arch back just as Paul brought his knee up forcefully into the god's stomach.

He buckled, clutching his stomach and falling to one knee as he coughed hard, trying to catch his breath. He glared over his shoulders, green eyes flashing dangerously at Gary. The other boy had caught him off-guard, and he growled slightly as he felt his stomach relax again, his back still sore from the blow.

This was bad. In their position, Anubis was at a severe disadvantage, especially with two on one. He'd never admit it though, his pride was too important to him. It was all he had here.

"You brought a little bitch with you this time, Paul?" He forced a slight grin, moving to grab the chair leg out of Gary's hands to keep him from using it again. "You really are a helpless child. Having to use someone else to fight your battles."

[relaxfriend]

“Bitch, Ants?” Gary chuckled. Adrenaline did strange things. Like make Gary giddy as fuck as he swung the chair leg around in a circle. He moved around to stand next to Paul. “Not bitch. More like…accomplice, I guess. Beating buddy, maybe?”

So Paul was supposed to be dead, right? And Ants…some sort of furry, godlike creature. So really, Gary was like the only supposed human in the room. Which was kind of cool, when he thought about it. Made him feel kind of…well, powerful. Like this was where he was supposed to be.

Beating up the gods with a corpse. Well, alongside a corpse. Not with a corpse, because that made all sorts of images of swinging Paul around the room by his feet, and Paul would likely stop beating Ants just to skin Gary alive, just for that image. Which, while almost worth it, wasn’t quite worth it, and so Gary just laughed, and let the room assume that he was laughing at Ants.

“Hey, Paul, you think an anteater really needs his knees? Or can he just lay around like a big, flea-ridden pillow? Because really, the kids might love it.” Gary enjoyed watching the sadistic delight on Paul’s face. It was like finally being somewhere where people understood that sometimes, you just had make someone else feel really, really small.

And unlike the Bullworth students, Paul could actually deliver on his threats to kill or maim.

Gary wondered how Paul thought it looked when Gary aimed for Ants legs. He didn’t want to break them, just knock the guy down a bit. Paul might be pissed if Gary broke the first bone anyway.

[andgettingworse]

God damn it, Gary was weird. He wasn't the first weird, cheerfully violent fuck Paul had met in his life, but he sure reached a completely new level with that odd, exuberant glee.

And hell, his jaw hurt. He'd forgotten a human fist could actually hurt like this. But once the shock wore off, he remembered how this worked quickly.

"Yeah," he answered, addressing Gary, but looking at Anubis. "Pals, that's more like it. Make sure he can walk, or you're carrying him."

Really, this was too much fun. He'd done this before, lots of times in fact, back when he had had a heartbeat and had lived halfway on the wrong side of the tracks, halfway in the reform school. Somehow, it was just fitting to hurt an old creature like Anubis with the oldest tricks he knew. And Gary? Gary was surprisingly smart with this, completely different from the bullies and more difficult kids he'd seen over the decades in Kingdom Hospital. Gottreich would have enjoyed studying this kind of anti-social wit. This hadn't really been intended to be a test, but Gary obviously chose to pass it anyway. In the slums of a 1930's city, with every possibility to use that talent he had, Gary would have made quite the career.

It was particularly pleasant to see Anubis drop to his knee after the kick, and he wanted to see it again. He let Gary go first, waited for just after his attack to aim his fist at Anubis' face. An eye for an eye, and he didn't hold back. As long as it inflicted pain, everything was fine.

[antsolute]

He stood up again slowly, watching both of them carefully as Gary moved to stand next to Paul. The gods eyes narrowed slightly, not really sure what they were playing at yet, but whatever it was it couldn't be good, and with two of them, getting the better of either of them would be very hard. People like them, they built on one another like a pack mentality. They would back each other up, build each other up, and the chances of having one of them back down with the other around was not likely.

He had to think carefully, especially if he didn't want an icepick through the eye. Something that, right now was a very real possibility. So long as Paul didn't realize it though he'd be okay. That mean keeping control though...even if he didn't have any in this situation.

He'd move for Gary first. Paul knew Antubis too well, and with the other boy with him, he wouldn't dare back down. Gary on the other hand, knew nothing about the god. He was the outsider in this event, and if he was the one to break, then Anubis would have a chance. The kid seemed to be trying very hard. It might have been that he really was as fucked up as he was coming off, but Anubis was willing to risk the idea that he was trying to prove himself to Paul, and that deep down, Gary felt the same uneasiness that everyone felt when around the "bad boy".

"Pals?" He spat the word, laughing softly as he stood up, eyes glaring at Gary, but with a slight hint of amusement in them. "Paul doesn't have "pals". You're just a little toy for him to play with until he gets bored. And trust me... When he does, what the two of you did to that woman... He'll do the same to you."

He took a half step forward, before grabbing hold of the chair leg firmly and, taking a page from Paul's book, brought his knee hard into Gary. Right between the legs. It wasn't the most tasteful way to attack somebody, but it did damage and he had to push them apart.

he didn't care that Paul's fist struck him hard in the jaw at that moment. It hurt for sure, Paul having the same physical strength as that god did in this body, but that meant nothing. His focus wasn't on Paul right now. He knew Paul well enough that he could ignore him. He spat out some blood, his eyes still locked on Gary. If the boy wasn't afraid of Anubis yet...He would be.

[relaxfriend]

He damned near dropped the chair leg, and that pissed him off more than the shitload of pain in his balls right now.

And that pain really, really pissed him off.

Okay, so Ants wanted to go head to head with him, not Paul? That was fine, Gary could learn that fucking dance. He needed to learn it fast, though, because Ants would very well kick his ass if Gary didn't move fast enough. Paul was busy ramming his fist into Ants face, and Gary didn't want to accidentally get in the way of that. He doubted that Paul would notice or care if he accidentally hit Gary, as long as Ants was hit in the process.

Which made Gary think about what Ants was saying. He didn't want to, didn't want to think about the facts that he knew were true. They worked fairly well together, yeah, but if Gary was a patient? Gary would get skinned alive faster than Claire's clothes got torn off. Gary would be a target, just like anybody else.

Gary needed to remind Ants that it was the ex-Furry that was the toy, the target, not Gary. Just so that Ants would shut the fuck up. Making himself to look good in front of Paul would be a plus.

It was that thought that drove Gary to bash his head into Ants skull. It was easy to ignore that pain when his dick still hurt.

[andgettingworse]

Well, fuck. Paul hated being ignored, even more than he hated losing. Being ignored was more humiliating, more a proof of a lack of power, of influence, of whatever. He couldn't stand it.

Anubis was tougher than Paul had expected, maybe not all that clueless about what it meant to fight in a human body, and he himself was out of practice. Sixty years worth of being out of practice, in fact. Shit, this was annoying. And what was worse, Anubis tried to screw up his plans. What was he aiming for, drawing Gary on his side? As if that would work. Making the two of them fight among each other? Now that was more risky.

Gladly, Gary provided Paul with the perfect opening in Anubis' defence. To hell with this. Stepping to the side and out of the way, Paul came up behind Anubis and grabbed his hair, pulling him backwards hard after Gary's attack. He didn't care, he just wanted this annoying shit to shut up, and so he let his free hand collide with the god's face without aim, just to hurt him.

"Shut the fuck up, will you?!"

[antsolute]

Shit!

Gary mustn't have had much below the waist or he was able to take it really well, because despite the Anubis driving his knee forcefully into the kid's junk, he was still standing and even retaliated faster than the god had anticipated.

Anubis stumbled backwards, and right into Paul's hands, wincing as his head was pulled back forcefully. He was still dizzy and barely seeing straight when Paul's fist crashed into his face again, striking him hard in the jaw.

Despite the situation and the swollen pain in his face, Anubis' eyes still locked on Gary, his expression unchanging from a stoic glare. He knew how to push Paul's buttons, and if he couldn't win this battle, he'd make it as bitter for the ghost as possible.

"We're just talking, big brother." The god's words mocking and dripping with defiance. His eyes still never broke from Gary. "You want to know what happened to Paul's last pawn? Burned like the Fourth of July."

[relaxfriend]

Nope.

Dick still hurt.

"Fuck!" Gary howled, bending over, dropping the chair leg for a minute. Adrenaline and rage had fueled him for a second, but now he was actually feeling everything. His head was pounding, his dick was throbbing, and Anubis in pain only made it almost worth it. Almost.

Gary glanced over at Paul, who was fuming, and reconsidered the situation. Curling up in a ball would make Gary look like a pussy, and that was the last thing that he wanted to do to himself. He wasn't just beating up Anubis because he wanted to beat up Anubis (which he did, because, well...fuck...the were-tard needed to get beat), but also because if he didn't, he was likely to get on Paul's bad side.

Gary had seen what happened when Paul got agitated. Had helped him express that agitation. He was going to avoid being on the wrong end of it if he could.

And anyway, Anubis' flapping jaw was starting to piss Gary off. Gary picked up the chair leg and stood up straight again. A fucking pawn? Was Anubis out of his damned mind? Gary would show him a fucking pawn. A fucking pawn up his fucking ant-shitting rectum. And that pawn would be Gary's foot.

Maybe the chair leg.

He strode up to Anubis, ignoring the pain yet again. He pointed the chair leg at Anubis' chest. "Me? Burn? Nube, let me put this in that retard speak that your buddies here use..."

Gary swung the leg and hit Anubis in the stomach. "...I-I-I-I...think you need to learn when to be q-q-q-quiet."

Gary turned to look at Paul, and held out the chair leg. "You want to try?"

[andgettingworse]

Gary diverted Paul's attention, and gladly for him, because Anubis' words were causing an ugly sting in his insides again, a slow, cold burn that he felt less intense in a body now, but no less unnerving. He furrowed his eyebrows and scowled, but there was Gary, with perfect timing. The blow Anubis received almost felt physically good for Paul.

His expression changed, relaxed a little, shifted from rigid, irked hatred to casual anger. The side of his foot hit Anubis' knee, stepping into the joint hard and pressing the leg down. He held him down, still by the hair, yanking the god's head up harshly.

His glance fell on the makeshift weapon Gary offered, and for a moment, he hesitated. He felt like trying it again. It had been decades, but he'd never really grown weary of simply beating someone to death. It was different with a body, though. As much as he despised pain (and he did, hated it with a passion, because it was bothersome and persistent and would not stop when he wanted it to), it was strangely satisfactory to use his own, real fist against someone again, to feel how much there was in a simple hit. To feel the muscles in his arm and shoulder move, feel the pressure when it connected, feel his skin pressed back against his bone, his nerves alarmed, small blood vessels tearing. It was odd and so old it was unfamiliar now, but it was fun. He wanted to try it out with a weapon again. Some day.

Paul shook his head, gaze wandering to Gary, but his expression changed to a vicious amusement. "No, keep that. 'Prepare' him so we can move him."

[antsolute]

A pained sound reluctantly escaped the god's lips, forced out as the little brat hit him square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. And Paul's hold on his hair preventing him from curling up, instead leaving him to just grit his teeth and bear the pain, his hands holding his stomach protectively, unable to do anything else as the pain spread through his abdomen.

This was bad. This was so bad, and for the first time, he really felt like he had no control here. Do nothing like he was right now, and he'd get beaten, or worse. Try to fight back, and he'd get beaten... or worse.

As long as the two of them were together, Anubis couldn't intimidate them. They somehow figured out how to work together in some fucked up manner, and now they were like wolves, building on each other and striking when the other was focused on.

He growled as Paul deadlegged him, the god's knee buckling instantly while still being held up painfully by Paul. He looked up at the ghost with ever calm, threatening green eyes, but the realization was there now -- there was nothing he could do.

"Move me? Where to? This isn't just some friendly morning hazing?"

[relaxfriend]

"Hazing?" Gary giggled. When he giggled, it was this broken, hyena noise that bubbled up from in his throat. He shook his head. If he'd been able to play close attention, he'd have noticed that he was shaking with adrenaline now. When he wasn't hitting Anubis with the chair leg, he was swinging it around like an old school baron with a cane.

"Oh, no, no, no Annie," Gary licked his lips before taking the chair leg and ramming it directly into Anubis' stomach. "Haven't you ever seen a bad frat movie? Hazing involves beer and dressing in bad drag. God, what kind of idiot are you?"

Gary considered his options. He wanted to further incapacitate Anubis enough so that he was manageable of they had to rearrange themselves. He also wanted to make sure Anubis didn't pass out.

So no face shots. However, there was someplace that was guaranteed to piss Anubis off and make Paul laugh.

Gary readied himself like the chair leg had now become a gold club. This was going to be sweet.

He swung. "FOUR"

[andgettingworse]

Yeah, that worked. Paul really laughed. Gary was damn funny, not just brutal, and while death changed one's perception of everything, even humour, this kind of humour worked. And his giggle was damn funny, too, not for the sound but for what was lying underneath it, reverberated in its echo like its shadow. There was wit, sure, but behind that giggle and that lick was a feral, inhuman little something that was so much easier to communicate with than a human or a god.

He readied himself when he saw Gary's preparations, steadied his stance and held Anubis tighter, to give the blow no chance of missing. This was good. This was very, very good. He'd been waiting for a chance to pay this bastard back, pay him back for nothing in particular, and now his helplessness was even more of a reward than his pain.

The blow hit - of course - and Paul didn't waste time pushing Anubis to the ground. He let go, to grab only the wrist - after all, there wasn't much that Anubis could do in this situation, after the damage he had received. There was a brief break, just a few seconds, in which he savoured the moment with a cold, detached smile. Then he placed his foot on the god's elbow. He looked up at Gary.

"Look closely."

He could have said something about the durability of bones, what it took for tendons to rip, how a broken joint felt - but he had always been more fond of demonstration, and so, he simply jerked Anubis' arm up and pushed his foot down hard.

[antsolute]

Anubis didn't even get a chance to react appropriately upon noticing Gary's preparations, Pual's hold on him keeping him from moving freely. He growled slightly, struggling against the ghost's grip, unsuccessful as any movement only forced his head back further, and though he was reluctant to admit it, as long as he had the same physical body as Paul, he wasn't strong enough to break free from this position.

He'd barely managed to move his legs, enough to prevent a direct blow, but FUCK! Being hit there was the worst pain ever. He'd hit Gary there pretty hard, but with a club... it was indescribable. He was unable to keep from squeezing his eyes shut, groaning loudly as tears squeezed out of his eyes. The pain was blinding, shooting straight to his stomach, and should he have been a weaker man, he'd have thrown up.

Almost thankfully, Paul forced him to the ground. The god just barely able to glare up at Gary. He'd make the boy pay. They'd both suffer for this and then some. He'd never let them get away with this, but right now it doesn't even matter.

He barely had the strength to resist when Paul grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm up forcefully. He'd had an idea of what Paul was about to do, but he couldn't move still, the pain in his groin still enough to completely immobilize him.

Then there was a loud crack, and the god's eyes widened impossibly, his jaw dropping in shock. Time seemed to stand still for a few minutes, Anubis unable to even comprehend what had just happened, and pain unlike anything he'd ever felt before as he looked up at Paul, noticing only that his arm was bent in a way that it definitely should not.

There wasn't anything he could do, the pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't even bring himself to scream or cry or anything, just stare up at his arm in horror as his head sunk and he looked down defeated.

[relaxfriend]

Ha.

Now that was fucking golden. It was a freaking hysterical, was what it was, a sensational show of the simplest sadism. It was quality work, really. And fucking Big Patient on Campus was a broken little thing on the ground. Anubis looked as if he wanted to curl up so tightly that he'd end up burrowing a hole in his own ass.

And that, in and of itself, made coming to Edelweiss worth it.

Gary had helped beat the shit out of a supposed 'god'. Jimmy Hopkins paled in comparison to this.

Gary crouched down in front of Ants, holding the chair leg in his hand. He tilted his head up to grin at Paul for a minute. "Shit, Paul, I think that something...something's wrong. Something's just...shit, Anubis? Are you okay? Can I-- we should get him medical attention."

Normally Gary could have delivered that straight. But the mix of disbelief and adrenaline swelled up in his stomach and he couldn't help but laugh at it all. Cackle at life.

He tilted his head further, this time to look Anubis in the eyes. Completely fucked over eyes.

Eyes of a fucking loser. It was sweet.

"Want someone to kiss that and make it better?"

[andgettingworse]

Oh damn, Gary was getting more and more hyped by the second, and even Paul noticed that, took note of it somewhere in the back of a not-so-human consciousness that didn't really care but was amused, curious. Mortals were damn funny sometimes, when you scared them or drove them into madness, but spending more time with one now let Paul realise just how different they really were. Death and age sure changed a lot of things, and there was no way he could ever really relate to what was going on in Gary's mind, but he knew they could communicate, could agree even if not understand, and Gary was one peculiar little mortal.

All sense of agreement, however, did not extinguish the superiority he had learnt (very quickly) to feel as an untouchable, immortal, in the Swedenborgian Space even near invincible monster. He left Anubis where he was, momentarily losing interest. Leaving him to Gary, let him go and went to the door, pulling and holding it open, invitingly, except for the dispassionate glare he directed at Gary.

"Save playing for later," he ordered, voice calm and low as if he had already forgotten about the violence. "Get him to the doctor's office. He wants to take a good look at him, too."

[relaxfriend]

Gary took a breath and nodded, a little irritated at the commanding tone that Paul took. He hated that shit, he did, but he just told himself that Paul was the only reason that he was in on this little playdate to begin with. Give it time, and Gary knew that he'd be leading one of these games.

He grabbed Anubis' shoulder-- purposely grabbing the shoulder that was attached ot the broken arm. He released it quickly. "Oops, sorry," he deadpanned. Fuck Paul, Gary was still going to have some of his own fun. Nothing was going to ruin this little escapade, especially not Paul insisting on raining on the parade.

Hell, this was Paul's moment too, right? Why the fuck was he getting all serious? Paul needed to lighten the fuck up.

Gary then wrapped his arms around Anubis' chest from behind and started dragging him towards the office. "Careful, Annie. Don't wanna get injured on the way through the doo-"

Was it immature that Gary purposely knocked the broken arm against the door frame?

Probably.