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he believes in the love of his god of all things

Feb 28, 2009 01:26

Day: 27
Characters: Graham (asad_sadstory) and Hidan (doesnotbitch)
Summary: Graham wants Hidan to prove the glory of Jashin to him. This can't end well.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night
Status: Closed, Incomplete

( but i find him wrapped up in all manner of sins )

#place: patient block: cells, † graham spector, † hidan

Comments 8

doesnotbitch February 28 2009, 09:05:40 UTC

Shit, the kid was incredibly noisy. Hidan liked it, in a way; he'd always appreciated it when his victims took the time to scream and yowl and flail around before he finished them off. And Graham, Graham was the noisiest, spastic, most fucking hilarious little shit he'd encountered at the asylum. He made Hidan angry as much as he amused him, and that was fine from the zealot's perspective. No one could have accused him of mental stability.

The fact that he couldn't exactly furnish Spector with a knife put kind of a damper on things, but you worked with what you had, right? Waste not, want not, and like hell Hidan would waste the chance to pick a fight with someone who wanted one. He was beginning to feel that bright, boiling energy again, kicking around like crazy under his skin. The loudmouth brat wouldn't win, of course, but Hidan would have some fun with him, at least ( ... )

asad_sadstory February 28 2009, 09:27:13 UTC

Graham watched Hidan with eyes just as wild as before, although he seemed to have calmed down a little bit now that he was no longer being pulled through the halls like he was on a leash. He straightened up, bracing himself against the wall with one hand, and faced Hidan, looking around for a weapon - toward every corner of the room, to the desk, the chair, Hidan himself, the beds. There was nothing strong and metal he could just pick up and use. There were no proper weapons! This wasn't a fair fight - it was just the same as the night before ( ... )

doesnotbitch March 1 2009, 06:05:19 UTC

So maybe the kid could catch on to shit after all - and here Hidan was beginning to wonder, seriously, if Graham had any shit going on in his brain at all. He grinned even as the stool crashed into the side of his head, reeling back but still catching some of the raw strength in that hit, in that reckless strike - oh shit yes it was gonna be fun after all yes yes yes -

It didn't take that much, really, to knock Hidan off the edge of relative sanity into ravening bloodlust, and fuck, concussing him in one hit and loosening a few teeth along the way was a surefire way to do it, seriously. It woulda been nice if he had his scythe, to make the kid really run, but for now his fists would do ( ... )

asad_sadstory March 1 2009, 06:20:23 UTC

Even if his second hit didn't connect and instead nearly sent him tumbling to the floor, completely off-balance, Graham wasn't deterred. He just brought the weapon back up, the scent and sight of blood in the air enough to spur him on. He wanted to get the splinters lodged in Hidan's throat, because he knew - knew - that even a man who swore to his god that he was immortal would have to stagger back and cough in pain as the blood dripped from his throat, would have to gasp for air as his breath refused to make its way into his lungs. With a wide smile he tried to smash again --

But his injuries were slowing him down. He couldn't breathe so easily. He couldn't keep on his feet as well. Everything was sore. And then Hidan, faster than him, in better shape than him, with more powers and more speed and everything else greater except possibly his ego, brought his elbow down on Graham's skull, nearly knocking the young man out completely. Stars exploded in his eyes as he stumbled hard and crumpled, just barely managing to avoid hitting ( ... )

doesnotbitch March 1 2009, 06:40:04 UTC

Looked like the kid was flagging - and berserker, mauler Hidan might be, but he wasn't ready to end this shit quite so fast. Not when Graham had potential like this - he wasn't quite like Hidan, didn't have the years of training and fine-tuning behind him, was even more of a brute, but potential.

His head was okay. Okay enough for this. Hidan never went by what his head told him in fights anyway - he went by his gut, his boiling blood.

He took the hit to his throat and his thoughts blurred together in a haze of red delight and bloody agony. Fucking killing strike, on anybody else. On fucking anyone. He leaned forward and sprayed blood in a wet cough. Pissed him off and made him so fucking glad, and if he wasn't teaching this kid shit, he'd never have allowed it.