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Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil

Sep 29, 2011 13:50

Who: wearinandtearin and tom_hanniger with a special guest appearance of painhumbles later
When: Evening of September 29th and into the 30th
Where: Sector 10, in a basement.
Summary: Dean happens upon the new drug that’s been circulating around the city in his brother’s things. Unfortunately it’s one of the “modified” ones and major shit goes down when Dean runs into Tom, his double.
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gabriel/the trickster, tom hanniger, dean winchester

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tom_hanniger September 29 2011, 21:13:42 UTC

Today was just one of those days. Routine was a big part of Tom's life, and it was important for him to stick to it. But lately his doctor had been suggesting that he take some more time to himself and go on walks. Explore the city. Maybe meet some new people. It brought on a wave of anxiety he wasn't thrilled about, but if it meant easing himself back into society then okay. He'd try ( ... )

wearinandtearin September 29 2011, 21:48:41 UTC

It started with cutting out strips of skin along vital areas. His neck, near his jugular and throat, and down to his torso, exposing pieces of muscle like he was chiseling away at a block of stone to find the statue within. There was a distinct pattern to how he worked, cutting shapes in different parts of the epidermis and then digging his fingers into the skin to yank it away from the muscle. Blood spilled tremendously and several times he hallucinated it bubbling and boiling down into a black mess ( ... )

tom_hanniger September 29 2011, 22:23:06 UTC

Tom didn't have an answer for that. The look on Dean's face told him any answer would be a bad one. And judging by the mess he'd made there was very little room for argument.

"C'mon, man. Just put the knife down and step away. It's okay." No, it wasn't.

Nervous, Tom wet his bottom lip and edged a little closer, glancing from Dean to his prize on the slab. The detail was lost from across the room. It was harder to hear the dry rasping of his victim's breaths. The little gurgle as he fought for life. Tom could see the wet glisten of exposed muscle, twitching in pain from exposure. He could see the blood as it pooled up from somewhere inside. In the back of his head he could hear Sarah screaming for him to run. He could hear the slamming of car doors in slow motion and the sound of a gunshot. He could feel the splatter of blood against his face. The light from Harry's helmet blinding him.

"We're gonna to get you help. Everything is going to be okay."

wearinandtearin September 29 2011, 22:41:21 UTC

Dean just chuckled again and then tossed his blade up in the air to spin a couple times and land back in his hand, blade-end first. Then he held out the weapon handle first as though he meant to hand it to Tom in a peace offering. A minute later, he changed his stance to throw it lighting quick like he was playing darts with a knife. It went handle over blade and embedded itself just above Tom's knee. Then he walked over to his crippled double with the purposeful steps of a jaguar ( ... )

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