Comments | a_facility_log: inverse could make lying worth dying

esoteric_rose in a_facility_log

inverse could make lying worth dying

Dec 22, 2011 16:14

Who: Grell, Nepeta, Mohinder, Gabriel, Snowman, Sylar, Elle
When: 12/22, afternoon/evening
Where: Around Facility 1
Summary: Sleep deprivation leads to Grell's mind breaking a bit. Clearly murder is the best solution.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and general horribleness

( and simple mass reverse while the real thing lies dying )

mohinder suresh, elle bishop, gabriel gray (sylar), grell sutcliffe

Leave a comment

Back to all threads

The Murder of Mohinder Suresh splice_of_life December 23 2011, 00:35:50 UTC

All he wanted to do was sleep. Bedrooms were dangerous already with the idiot trying to carry on two not-exactly platonic relationships with murderers out of a sick need for companionship and the number this awful place did on his psyche. Adding the presence of a bed and the promise of one comforting individual to curl up with left Mohinder wandering the halls.

Anything to keep the collar from strangling him. Or Elle from accidentally electrocuting him when the sprinklers went off. Or Sylar's haunted stares from following him each time he left the room.

The mission was simple: collect food. Mohinder was just going about it as slowly as possible in hopes that it would stretch time out. He only had to make it for two more days.

esoteric_rose December 23 2011, 05:37:05 UTC

She drew one of her blades-simple things, sharpened scissors broken into their halves made a wonderful source-and aimed carefully at his back. Be quiet, or it would end up like the boy from earlier, and she wouldn't let this new person get the upper hand.

Aimed, and thrown. Then she was drawing a second and rushing in, ready to bring it down upon wherever was vulnerable enough for her to attack. There may not have been too much honour in attacking from the back, but it had its own merits.

splice_of_life December 23 2011, 05:42:12 UTC

Mohinder was nothing, a piece of crumpled paper and little more. The first blade hit him dead on and the blade winged into his back so easily that he didn't manage to get anything other than an "oh" out at first. Dark hands patted at the walls before he fell, pain and blood seeping across his skin. He had the good sense to look over his shoulder, startled by the seeming woman, red hair blinding.

"But--" he choked out before she was on him, driving him to his knees. He never stood a chance.

esoteric_rose December 23 2011, 07:14:26 UTC

Red. Red blood, blood red, different and beautiful in this world of hideous burning white. He was bleeding and that's all she could ask for. Her eyes were manic as she brought down the blade repeatedly, unwilling and unable to stop until she would be convinced that he was dead.

Red, red, that was so much better than white.

splice_of_life December 23 2011, 13:46:13 UTC

Blood. Well, there certainly was a lot of blood. Mohinder's breathing turned wet and foamy as the blade penetrated the muscles along his back and slipped repeated through his ribcage and into his lungs. He died with only a single gurgle, blood painting across the wall in delightful arcs each time Grell pulled out her brutal, heartless weapon. Eyes open and unseeing, the body lasted for only a few minutes more before it dissolved away and only beautiful smears and red splatter marks remained.

esoteric_rose December 24 2011, 00:40:34 UTC

Gone? So quickly? What a shame, he had been art for that fleeting moment, leaving behind but a frame, the equivalent of a photograph of a painting behind. Art in its own sense, yet lacking, and faintly disappointing.

She stays there, kneeling, for a few moments, letting the blood drip off her hands and tucking the weapon away until common sense spoke up and sent her running from the scene.

It was not to be done yet, she had only just begun.

Back to all threads