I'd love to kill you by a stream, where no one can hear my baby scream

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Characters: AU!Jay and AU!Benny!
Date&Time: August 13th, early morning.
Setting: The Love Shack
Summary: The Guthries are feared for a reason.
Rating: Torture, Mind Fuckery - body parts will be removed.
Status: CLOSED

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Ben dreamed of falling. Not of tumbling from some great height but of an eternal, endless sprawl through a black nothingness that had neither start nor finish. He turned end over end, his arms cast out to the side to catch the wind that did not exist to try and fly but they were useless, boneless things that flapped as weakly as rice paper flags on an origami turret. It was strange that he could breathe here, where there was no air. The miracle of dreams, he supposed

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The kiss, as featherlight as meringue, was more of a violation than any other intimate encounter Ben had ever had. Long after Jay pulled away the press of her lips remained, a whispering echo of tender care that made him feel filthy. Incensed, hurt, the panting mutant reached out again to draw together the cords of electrical energy that hung in the air and again they slipped away, dangled just out of reach of his grasp, held at bay by the overwhelming chatter of agony in his brain and the cloudy, hypnotic lull of his tormentor`s voices

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"And that's why I'm sorry." She apologized, leaving the cotton to soak while she gathered up the aforementioned vial and needle. "You never had a chance to know, and I don't want you going into shock before you can learn."

The stimulant was thick and murky, something that not even the most dedicated of addicts dared to keep about- but perfect when it came to such... delicate situations. They said it could bring the dead back from the grave, something Jay had not yet pushed to the point of.

"But we're getting too personal here Ben. I need you to tell me about Alex, and if you do, I'll let you pass out - but if you don't?" She reached back to continue to stroke his forearm lovingly. "There are twenty six more bones left in this hand alone."

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Oh, Jesus. Just the thought of having to go through it over again, twenty-six times...he didn`t know that he could. If it had been swift, a more brutal cleaving off of limbs, then there would have been a way to cope with it. This drawn out anticipation, the methodical care that was near-ritualistic, though? It would splinter more than just flesh and bone. He would be able to hold out a little while, there was enough inside of him to last that long but what good would it do if he would only crumble in the end?

No, no, no, get away from that, get away.Ben shook his head, dropping it back with a gasp as the stimulant woke the dulled edges of his senses and relit the hell that engulfed his arm. It was so intense that it felt as though Jay were deboning him all over again. "No," he breathed at the ceiling. He didn`t know whether it was a refusal or a request, whether it was both or neither at all. "No, no, fuck you, no

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Oh that couldn't happen. Ben was to be a part of this conversation, and an insanity plea never passed for the answer in her courts. Jessica reached up to take the back of his head, bending him forward to see her face- and more importantly his own hand.

"No no my lover. We mustn't leave just yet. You need to pick which bone is next when it's time."

Confident that he'd not look away just yet, she picked up the cotton- now properly soaking and began to stuff it delicately back into place in his hand. It was unnatural, not intended to fit there but she made it work. Each millimeter would be a new sensation for him, a new experience in the pain. Once it looked to have filled the void of the bone, she gathered up the needle and thread.

"Tell me about Alex Summers." She demanded, speaking just under his own pitch. He would tell her, he would or there would be precious little to mail back- once they began to mail him back. "Tell me about Alex Summers and swear your allegiance to the true king, and I'll let you go."

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Ben hadn't thought that it could get worse. He knew that it could last, could linger and beat at every exposed bit of him until he fractured in a thousand different ways but he had not actually thought the pain could blossom more vibrantly that it currently was.

Until it didThe sound that tore from the mutant's throat was a guttural, beastly sound that hobbled it's way in starts and stops like an animal squealing as it was led to the slaughter. Ben railed against the restraints as the alcohol burned through the empty pocket of his skin, acid to eat away at what thin flesh remained, and whatever mercy he had been hoping to find (the chair tipping over, a maid inquiring at the door, the apocalypse) proved him a fool for having believed at all. The pain was cruel, feral and it gnawed at him until Ben was nothing more than the expanse of that sensation itself and he shook with it, spittle flicking from his mouth as he keened

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Jay had been watching him, his every inch to see when to throw the next blow, how to hit him again and finally retrieve what they were after. She was close, she knew it- with so little damage done... until she wouldn't. There was a wall between her and what she wanted, more cruel than that of a prison's visitor's center, more tempting than a candy shop. She had seen it before, usually before they killed someone for a lack of use.

It was a psychic block- the very reason they had spent the last five years killing them all one by one and off and on. It was likely powerful, Emma, whom Sam could never bring himself to off. Old favors and shit. More like old crushes, but she was still alive for that sake.

"Get out of him!" She yelled over his song, finally frustrated herself. This was cheating and she knew it. Taking the risk, Jay opened her own mind up- tearing down Jericho sized walls of protection and screaming to Charles, not caring if Emma or Phoenix or the poor dumb girl in Boston who just found out she could hear things in

[staticsnap]

The old traditional cut off in the third stanza, plummeting into a gargled choking as Ben and his prison were lifted off the ground. As Jay released him the mutant laughed again, wheezing and near giddy while the rest of him soared in some secret, other realm. There was no resistance in that place and it translated over, crossed the invisible line between the tangible world and the realm of the mind. Ben was pliant in her hands this time, his head following the direction of her hands as she tilted it to the side for better access to his ear

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"You think?" Jay was struggling to keep her composure, or to find it once again. She hated cheaters, and taking someone away during a session was the worst kind of offense. She didn't care what Sam felt or thought of their former colleague when Jay found her- she was going to destroy Emma Frost.

She smiled, a wicked, broken smile that showed all of the sanity that had escaped her after years of working with the Shadow King. Her voice was steady, her eyes were wild and after wiping the blood off the blade, took it to her own flesh. The cut was deep, and spread from above her eyebrow, across her face and lips and down to her neck. Almost as soon as the metal passed by, the skin boiled and closed back up- not even a drop of blood escaping. She had control now, and never again would she bleed out on a bathroom floor.

"You can't hurt us Ben. Don't you understand? That's why we alwaysalways succeed." She snatched her hand forward, grabbing his chin and pulling it close. "Now lets see if you know that trick." She began to cut along his

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She was carving out her own reckoning. Ben took solace in that thought as the knife slid down his face. Here was another cut that would be paid for in flesh that she held dear. Another tear that would be mended, and then exacted from their side in furious, terrible vengeance. Whatever evil the Guthries bathed him in was only returning to them two-fold.

He watched as Jay's gentle facade crumbled and fell away, leaving nothing but her madness in stark relief . This was what it was like to go too far, what happened when you had nothing to bring you back from the edge of unspeakable acts. Where had her family been, then? Had they thought that just because she had wings that she would not tumble over the precipice? That she would not come back from that great depth unharmed

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Jay had to step back now, this was going too far, too fast and she was breaking her own rules. The boy before her now was a boy, the enemy, stupid but far too knowledgeable in the things that mattered.

He knew more about her than any non-Guthrie alive should. He knew her name, he knew her secrets and here he was- living and in front of her. Clearly that meant he would not leave the room alive, but she needed to who else to kill, who else to remove from the tree of knowledge.

There was a kitchenette-slash-bathroom in the back, and she left him there, bleeding and alone while she washed her face, had a drink of water and reassessed her situation. He wasn't going to give her what she wanted to know about the others, about Alex, but he was interested in himself, and in her- perhaps only farcically sexual, but it was an option. As she walked back towards him, it was slow, methodical and comfortable once more

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He used his time alone to drift away, to return to that far off place and let the quiet take him. Ben poked at the corners of his mind, hoping to find Emma even though she was not there anymore. It was better that she wasn't, better because that meant that help was ever closer but... the world felt so much emptier without her presence, in a way that he hadn't noticed until she had been there.

[[You have to do it. Please hurry. Please.]]Ben wondered what it would feel like when it happened, when she shut his brain down. Would it hurt? Or would it simply be a flicking off, a blank and dreamless sleep

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"This will need stitches" She commented quietly, retrieving from her goodies-bag, a needle and silken thread. She was not a barbarian after all, and he could not bleed out for all her ill-will towards him. Starting at the top, she did not move slow nor fast as each stitch was placed within his skin. "You changed things for me as well Ben. Before you killed me, I was just a girl, someone who studied books and lessons and was hoping to fly."

The stitches were down to his eyebrow now, closing the most serious of gaps. "Then I became this, they stopped the history and began the laws of war- how to kill, how to clean, how to purge the world of your filth. You did this to me Ben, and now I must know- who else have you told of me?"

It was the most serious of questions, for if he told many- than she was useless in tomorrow's battle. But if he told none? Then he had no further reason for living, and the stitches across his face would be sewn with the same needle as his body bag.

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Each tiny pinch of the needle was like a wasp's sting, the drag of thread rough so that Ben could feel the folds of his skin tugging together in uneven increments. It was nothing by comparison to the rest of it, though, and so he took it for a halftime show and sank into the ebbing throb

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Her eyebrow ticked, meeting his gaze once more. There was soemthing different behind the wall of his eyes- whatever it was that was keeping him safe from her words was doing something else as well, killing him perhaps- removing his consciousness more likely. It infuriated her for him to be so far from her reach, and she gave the tug on his lips an extra pull, just to tighten the threads so far.

"Best give me both. I'm going to have to kill them as well once I finish with you."

At this rate, he was probably getting lightheaded- she would be. His ear was still fresh, and already his finger and in fact- entire hand was beginning to turn a frightening blue and purple, the blood welling around her false bone. "If only you would have stayed with us Ben, none of this would have happened..."

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"You think we would have ended up fucking, if I'd stayed?" Ben asked, struggling to keep his head upright as she stitched his face together. All he wanted to do was let it drop because it weighed a fucking ton and he did not have enough energy to focus on both the conversation and biological physics, not while he was thrumming along on a high beat of excruciation