Here comes a candle to light you to bed [semiopen]

[watsthename]

Who: Delirium, some very specific NPCS and a slew of other folks
Where: An apartment on the sketch side of town.
When: Directly following this.
Warnings: Violence, mind fuckery and rape.  Potentially triggering events within main post.
Summary:  Delirium asked the Network to kill a man for her.  This is why and this is how it happened.
Format: Main

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Attempted Rescues

[watsthename]

[Where the heroes try to stop death.]

fhdjlksh I will put this here

[deadredbird]

Jason felt strange.

If he were following his own rules, he would stop and not do this, because he'd decided a long time ago that when he felt strange, he shouldn't... do things. Just in case. But it wasn't the same kind of strange. Still, if he were being cautious, if he were being safe — but fuck it. Fuck that. He felt good. And he had that address tucked inside his glove even though he'd memorized it already; you didn't just throw away paper that appeared out of nowhere.

This was good.

He knew he had to move fast and be unpredictable. Danny would probably expect him to use the motorcycle, so he used a car instead, a mundane as hell model — no points for style, but this wasn't about style.

It was easy for him to break into the house. Knife out, Jason listened as he moved through the darkened hallways.

[listen_bud]

Midway through his attempt at diffusing the situation with Delirium, and knowing that he wouldn't be able to convince her to stop, Pete swung his way through the city towards the soon-to-be-victim's location.

For Bruce, back in his lab, all he received was an urgent feed through his com that he needed Jason tracked yesterday, and knowing Bruce, he could do it, and he did.

For the first ten minutes or so, Pete's stomach refrained from dropping, seeing that little blip on his com sporadically, though constantly, moving; it meant he hadn't found him yet.

Then it stopped.

And that meant Peter had no time to make a mistake. Within another minute or two, he was on the roof and his location out to Danny, though he didn't wait to go in himself.

He hoped that he wasn't too late.

[deadredbird]

The duct tape would eventually have to go — Delirium had said that he should die screaming, after all — but for now, it should keep the man quiet if he happened to wake up from the nerve strike. The neighbors might report aforementioned screaming, and that would definitely cut their session short, so it would be better to leave the apartment altogether and head to one of his safehouses. Jason took the stairs with the man slung over his shoulder, leaving the apartment door open behind him. Depositing him in the trunk of the car, he settled into the driver's seat and started the engine.

Death

[watsthename]

[Where Edward meets his unfortunate end.]

[deadredbird]

It may come as a surprise to Edward, when he awakens, that he is strapped to a table with his limbs tied to each corresponding table leg. Awakening may be hastened by a splash of water to the face, and the judicious prodding of some pressure points. Jason can be patient, but now is not the time. He's given it some thought, and decided the only way Danny and the talker could have found him so quickly was through his comm, which he's always suspected could be tracked. Accordingly, he's left it behind in a separate location.

"Wake up," he says restlessly, leaning against the table and prying open the man's eye with a gloved hand.

[watsthename]

Edward comes to with a jerk and a snarl, his eye popping open. The struggle starts almost immediately, as do the threats.

"What is this? Who the fuck are you?! When I get out of this I swear to God-" His face contorts and for a moment he really does look like a monster.

[deadredbird]

Taking a moment to observe that, to confront that where it is, Jason unceremoniously shoves the muzzle of his gun into Edward's mouth, hard and deep enough to choke.

"Listen to me," he says, steady, eyes never leaving the other man's. "You are going to die. You are going to die screaming, because you are a rapist. You are filth. A monster. I want you to think about that. I want you to feel everything. Your heart beating faster, the coolness of the air in your lungs, the hardness of the table beneath you. Think about it."

the Morning After

[watsthename]

[Where the cops try to make sense of it all.]

[veggievaluator]

[This was a confusing sight to stumble upon, EVE thought, as she performed preliminary scans of the apartment and any areas of interest. She snaps photos and prepares to gather physical evidence, but everything seems to be a jumble. ]