Rated: PG-13-ish
“Iscath…Is your father?” Max nodded shamefully.
“I’m sorry. I should have told wewe earlier.” Rene stayed silent, contemplating her thoughts. Max looked at her, waiting for her answer; but she never spoke.
“Well well well,” a voice from behind said. Max turned his head and gasped a little.
“D-Dad.. Uh, Hi…”
“Oh don’t try that with me,” Iscath said. “You better leave my pet alone.”
“Pet?”
“Yes. My pet.” He started to walk up to her; but stopped to grab the remote out of his sons’ hand. “Go. Leave me be.”
“A-As wewe wish, father,” and he stood up and left the room. Iscath pushed a button on Rene’s remote and turned her back on. She loosened, her breath fast and heavy. Her eyes looked up at Iscath, expressionless.
“Ah, she’s awake.”
“By force,” she mumbled under her breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, straining her neck.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she coughed. He dropped her head.
“I thought so.” Iscath tightened the chains, pulling her body up a little zaidi so she didn’t droop so much. He moved his hand against her bare skin until he slowly reached the kisu lodged between her breasts. Quickly, he ripped it out of her body, causing a wave of blood to pour from the gash. The red head screeched, feeling weary as the warm red blood collected onto the floor underneath her. Iscath smiled like a kid in a Candy shop, a wide grin spreading along his face.
“You, bastard…” Rene pushed out. While she cursed, the nano-bots began to repair her skin, not as quickly as she would’ve liked though. Pain surged in her chest as they fixed her, ripping and tearing while they worked. She muffled a scream, trying not to onyesha her pain. He slapped her across the face.
“Language sweetie,” he alisema his voice dark and angry. “I am your master now. And wewe shall not call me anything but Master from now on.”
“I’ll say whatever the hell I want to say,” she mumbled under her breath. Iscath quickly pointed the tip of the blood dripping blade to her neck. He began to slide the side of the blade along it, making the sticky red substance linger on the red head’s skin. Rene closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore it; but it was hard.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.” The blade made a small incision into her neck vein.
“What did wewe say?”
“I said… No.”
“I’m sorry pet,” Iscath alisema as he gripped the blade tighter, “That’s not the right answer!” And he swung the blade, making her head cut clean off her body. Blood covered her entire body, dripping onto the floor. It made its way to Iscath, where he smiled at the stubbed neck left on her body. The head rolled to his feet, the eyes still squeezed closed. He grabbed the head and set it on her bloody neck, watching the nano-bots slowly reattach themselves to the body. Cords hung out, connecting to her neck, arms, and legs. They didn’t work fast, they took their time, torturing the girl’s body. She would return to her new hell any moment, red eyes open and wide. And she would scream, such a loud piercing scream that would be heard ever where in that base. Blood would cake on her body like a strait jacket, constricting her in her own brown red blood. Iscath didn’t feel like waiting. He went to her body, holding the drenched knife. He stuck the dagger in between her breasts, then grabbed a few zaidi sharp objects and stuck them in various places around her body. When she awoke, she would stay in pain, even after the nano-bots fixed her. He didn’t care. He wanted his little pet to stay in pain, to remember the torture he caused her, to keep her screaming. Iscath loved the screaming even zaidi than the blood and tears. Still facing her nearly reattached head, he fiercely kissed her blood dripping lips; and walked away. As soon as he left, he heard Rene’s scream.
And he smiled.
Ummm... Does anyone thing I went slightly overboard with creepy/disturbing on this one?
“Iscath…Is your father?” Max nodded shamefully.
“I’m sorry. I should have told wewe earlier.” Rene stayed silent, contemplating her thoughts. Max looked at her, waiting for her answer; but she never spoke.
“Well well well,” a voice from behind said. Max turned his head and gasped a little.
“D-Dad.. Uh, Hi…”
“Oh don’t try that with me,” Iscath said. “You better leave my pet alone.”
“Pet?”
“Yes. My pet.” He started to walk up to her; but stopped to grab the remote out of his sons’ hand. “Go. Leave me be.”
“A-As wewe wish, father,” and he stood up and left the room. Iscath pushed a button on Rene’s remote and turned her back on. She loosened, her breath fast and heavy. Her eyes looked up at Iscath, expressionless.
“Ah, she’s awake.”
“By force,” she mumbled under her breath. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, straining her neck.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she coughed. He dropped her head.
“I thought so.” Iscath tightened the chains, pulling her body up a little zaidi so she didn’t droop so much. He moved his hand against her bare skin until he slowly reached the kisu lodged between her breasts. Quickly, he ripped it out of her body, causing a wave of blood to pour from the gash. The red head screeched, feeling weary as the warm red blood collected onto the floor underneath her. Iscath smiled like a kid in a Candy shop, a wide grin spreading along his face.
“You, bastard…” Rene pushed out. While she cursed, the nano-bots began to repair her skin, not as quickly as she would’ve liked though. Pain surged in her chest as they fixed her, ripping and tearing while they worked. She muffled a scream, trying not to onyesha her pain. He slapped her across the face.
“Language sweetie,” he alisema his voice dark and angry. “I am your master now. And wewe shall not call me anything but Master from now on.”
“I’ll say whatever the hell I want to say,” she mumbled under her breath. Iscath quickly pointed the tip of the blood dripping blade to her neck. He began to slide the side of the blade along it, making the sticky red substance linger on the red head’s skin. Rene closed her eyes tight, trying to ignore it; but it was hard.
“Open your eyes.”
“No.” The blade made a small incision into her neck vein.
“What did wewe say?”
“I said… No.”
“I’m sorry pet,” Iscath alisema as he gripped the blade tighter, “That’s not the right answer!” And he swung the blade, making her head cut clean off her body. Blood covered her entire body, dripping onto the floor. It made its way to Iscath, where he smiled at the stubbed neck left on her body. The head rolled to his feet, the eyes still squeezed closed. He grabbed the head and set it on her bloody neck, watching the nano-bots slowly reattach themselves to the body. Cords hung out, connecting to her neck, arms, and legs. They didn’t work fast, they took their time, torturing the girl’s body. She would return to her new hell any moment, red eyes open and wide. And she would scream, such a loud piercing scream that would be heard ever where in that base. Blood would cake on her body like a strait jacket, constricting her in her own brown red blood. Iscath didn’t feel like waiting. He went to her body, holding the drenched knife. He stuck the dagger in between her breasts, then grabbed a few zaidi sharp objects and stuck them in various places around her body. When she awoke, she would stay in pain, even after the nano-bots fixed her. He didn’t care. He wanted his little pet to stay in pain, to remember the torture he caused her, to keep her screaming. Iscath loved the screaming even zaidi than the blood and tears. Still facing her nearly reattached head, he fiercely kissed her blood dripping lips; and walked away. As soon as he left, he heard Rene’s scream.
And he smiled.
Ummm... Does anyone thing I went slightly overboard with creepy/disturbing on this one?
"I'm trying to find a present for Holly, but have no idea—hey!"
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, wewe see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
"Uh-oh." Barbara said. "No."
"C'mon, Babs!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm a fiery red-head, holly is a sexy blonde."
Sam smirked. "You find holly sexy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Barbara's blue eyes widened. "I mean, wewe see her as—that is to say that from the male perspective—"
Sam nodded in a "go ahead" gesture, but the Gothamite just glared at him.
"Go to hell, Grant."
"Someone's not happy."
Barbara hid her face behind the magazine.
Civvies :3
Name: Shane Parker
Alias: Psio
Age:Er...15?
Powers: -Ability to locate someone mentally
-“Psychometry”–the ability to learn things about the past au future of an object kwa touching it
-Flight (WINGSSSSSS!!!!)
Past: Shane grew up being experimented on. But not kwa the School. His own parents. His parents worked under CADMUS, until one night the Schools "Erasers" Found Shane's parents and killed them. Since then, Shane traveled back to the past to try and take down CADMUS along with the School.
Hero
HAIRRRR!
Name: Arabelle "A" Cunningham
Hero Name: Portal
Age: 16
Powers: Able to create and enter portals made my touching any picha au cartoon/drawing; only she and one other can enter
Personality: Girly-girl, tough, does't take "no" for an answer most of the time, caring, sarcastic, a bit sassy
Appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, strong build, slight english accent
Relationship: None
Civvies: Skinny black long sleeve, machungwa, chungwa and yellow scarf, skinny jeans, grey moccasins, fishtail braid
Hero Outfit: *See picture*
Past: She doesn't talk about it- only to people who she really cares about and trusts. But she was recommended kwa Phantom Stranger (Yes, that is an actual JLI member!!)). She encountered him kwa sheer accident while moonlighting.
I promise this time!!
Love, Doughnuts, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
KatRox1))
Just pretend the eyes are blue :P
Terror&Blade
