Nov 13, 2008 21:37
Characters: Batou and Erol
Location: Batou's room and Carnival
Date: Late night
Rating: R for violence probably
Erol snarled and paced at a quick march, driven by something he always felt (which had gotten worse in the past two years), but never so keenly as when all his distractions were removed. There really was little crueler that could be done to the ex-KG than to lock him up with nothing to do. His own high energy level, burning need for adrenaline and lust for violence drove him to constant pacing, injuring himself against the bars, sleeping and eating as little as he could get away with and remaining in motion as much as physically possible.
The Commander already had a high metabolism, and the self-abuse was taking it's toll. He was thin, the rings under his eyes seemed darker than his tattoos, and his skin bore deep bruises and even cuts from his reckless assaults against the bars.
Batou hadn't seemed to care, and Erol didn't want him to. He wasn't doing it for attention or a doctor visit, he was doing it to ease the twisting burn under his skin. The pain and motion were poor substitutes for violence, torture and rape, but they were better than nothing.
He couldn't have done "nothing" if he tried.
erol,
batou,
camp carnival