4/11 Instance: John Solo

[tears~fall~like~glass]

timeline: current


Johnny: Johnny was slumped over as he sputtered, coughing up all the water that'd been forced down his airways, almost to the point of him blacking out. He'd always been terrified of water, and this did nothing but fuel his phobia, however he'd remained stubborn for a while because he couldn't face another dupe of Jamie's. He hadn't seen the other boy in an eternity, but he could only imagine him huddled on the floor, sobbing and twitching in pain.

Johnny: By now, he didn't have that kind of tolerance and was gasping for a dupe just to ease his own suffering, which was wrong on so many levels... But, he couldn't take another round of torture himself. Plus, he'd held on a bit longer than last time, right? And maybe he'd get something to eat because he wasn't sure how much longer he'd last without any food.

Jamie: Jamie sat huddled in a corner of his small room, holding his chains in his hands and between his legs to keep them from getting cold and freezing him. He leaned his head on the wall and stared blankly at a spot on the floor across the room. He had no idea what they'd done to Johnny... Maybe they'd eaten him already... He hoped not... He wouldn't get to haunt him.

Jamie: The door clicked as the lock was turned and then it was flung open as three guards burst in wearing their cloaks. Jamie scuttled back from them, pushing himself hard into the corner, "No. Nonononono," he muttered weakly as one held him down, one kicked his shin, then the other snatched the dupe away. "No!"

Jamie: They left, slamming the door, leaving Jamie scrambling after them, but not fast enough. He sank to the floor again and put his forehead on his pulld up knees, wanting to cry. "No..."

Johnny: Having been forced from his seat to make room for the dupe, Johnny unsteadily scrambled to get to his feet to choose a weapon from the rack, using it to support most of his weight while he chose. Every time he stared at the various switches and knives, he was worried he'd be taking far too long and end up being tortured again for his indecisiveness.

Johnny: Looking over his shoulder as the guards burst into the room, he blindly grasped for a knife as he watched them secure the dupe in his chair, swallowing. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry...

Jamie: Jamie felt the stab in his heart and instantly recoiled, looking down and holding his hands to catch blood. But there was none. He couldn't breathe. He was pretty sure he looked like a fish dying on a boat, his mouth gasping for air he couldn't get. His head was throbbing and he fell onto his side on the floor, eyes rolling back in his head. They'll never stop being hungry...

Johnny: Johnny forced himself to keep his eyes open as he plunged the blade into the dupe's chest, watching as Jamie's eyes widened in surprise. His hand shook as he released his hold on the handle of the knife, leaving it embedded in the dupe's chest. He went to fetch another and, as sickening as it was, hoped he didn't die too quickly because he didn't want to go back into the chair.

Johnny: After having made his selection, he took a deep breath and dragged the blade along the dupe's neck, only applying enough pressure to barely break the skin. Don't look away, or you'll end up there...

Jamie: Jamie gasped and chocked, hands fluttering up to his neck as he squirmed on the floor. Stop, he weakly thought, wishing he could make it reality. He had no idea how many had died now. He just knew he was never not in pain anymore. He felt the blood drip down his skin and he tried to close the slice in his neck that wasn't there.

Johnny: As he pulled the blade over the cut once more, making it deeper, he vaguely wondered if he could just stab himself and bleed out before Rott got to him. The only problem with that plan was that... Well, for one, he had absolutely no desire to die, and, two, he didn't want to leave Jamie alone. Though, things might be better for Jamie if he was alone.

Johnny: Having been lost in his thoughts, he'd forgotten he was supposed to continue slicing up the dupe slowly and automatically protested as he heard the door creak open, "No! No! I-I'll do it! I swear I'll do it!"

Jamie: Jamie choked on the non-existent blood pooling in his mouth as he heard the door push open. He focused to keep his eyes open and he tried to move out of the way. Not again. But all he could really do was watch passively as a television cart was wheeled in. ...What? He rolled his eyes up to the guard, wondering what was going on. The guard turned on the monitor and hit play before locking Jamie in again.

Jamie: A movie? That could be awesomely distracting... The pain was starting to ebb... Which meant the dupe was dead. He pushed himself to sit up again as the static stopped playing and the movie started.

Jamie: But it wasn't a movie. Jamie's jaw dropped as he saw Johnny in his cell, killing him! No! It couldn't be! He scrambled up, clutching the sides of the TV and staring at the screen in horror. No! Johnny! No!

Johnny: Another dupe was shoved into the room with him, and Johnny reacted automatically, stabbing the knife into Jamie's arm for safekeeping before twisting to face the one that'd just entered. Don't cry... He swallowed the lump in his throat as he willed a column of flames into existence, directing it toward the new dupe, mistakenly squeezing his eyes shut as the smell of burning flesh filled the room.

Johnny: He supposed the fact that he hadn't hesitated settled the debate on whether he was a horrible person or not because Jamie was bound to be screaming as he writhed in pain.

Jamie: Jamie was in fact screaming. The pain from the fire caught him completely off guard. Almost as much as the video had. He fell to the floor, eyes pained as he watched Johnny kill dupe after dupe, knowing that the fire causing him to flail and scrape his own skin off was Johnny's doing.

Jamie: He cried out again and again, begging someone, anyone, to stop this horrible mess and let him rest. Or die. He didn't care which. He just knew it was too much. Jamie choked on the smoke filling his lungs and fell to his face on the floor, eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out from the pain.

Johnny: The charred corpse of the dupe also dropped, face-first, to the floor, the remains smoldering as ashes scattered across the floor, settling after the impact had jarred them free of the body. He opened an eye to peer out at the scene and gagged at the sight before him, twisting around to find the one behind him wasn't much better. The dupe in the chair was still alive but burning, his cries causing Johnny to visibly cringe as he doubled over, falling to his knees.

Johnny: He had to put him out of his misery, even if it meant being torture again. He immediately regretted deeply inhaling, the stench of the remains burning his nose, vision going blurry from tears, as he tried to summon more flames to put an end to the chained dupe, however he found that he didn't quite have the energy to do so, his vision going from blurry to blackening around the edges.

Johnny: Forcing himself up, Johnny swayed unsteadily and fell into the chair, the burned skin sticking to him as he grasped for the handle of one of the knives.

Jamie: Jamie's eyes flew open as his body jerked at the stab, then jerking again as it was twisted in his chest. He gasped for air, his chest too tight to even force a scream. Jamie clawed at his chest, trying to rid it of the phantom knife and he sat up to see if anyone was coming to help him.

Jamie: No one. Just the television, playing every kill Johnny had. And it was almost like he was enjoying it. He never flinched! Jamie recoiled from the television again as his body jerked involuntarily, going through the death throes with his dupe. He wished he really was...

Johnny: Johnny was breathing heavily as he slid down to the floor, the dupe's fried skin peeling off on his way down, the flecks still stuck to his own skin. At this realization, he choked as he wretched, giving in on holding back the tears. He was so fucked. Hope, Eddie, Sue, the rest of the X-men... None of them were going to save him. He'd just run out of time because he couldn't conjure any flames or heat, which meant he wasn't useful anymore.

Johnny: He was going to die, he'd never see anyone again, he wasn't going to be able to make sure Jamie stayed alive as well as about a thousand other things. While he was going over each thing, internally flailing, he was vaguely aware he was being hauled off the floor by two cloaked guards, his legs dragging along the uneven floor as they hauled him wherever. This was probably it.

Jamie: Jamie heard people walking down the hall and as the pain subsided, he stood and shakily walked to the tiny window in the door. His eyes went wide, then narrow as he saw guards dragging Johnny limply down the hallway. He was angry at him. But at the same time, he was still a person. And no one deserved to die by cannibal.

Jamie: He pounded on the door and yelled for them to let him go. But instead, his door was opened and he was pulled out, being forced to follow Johnny down the hallway. They shoved Johnny into a room with some people in hazmat-looking suits and pressed Jamie's face to the window.

Jamie: His eyes widened as they knocked Johnny unconscious and shoved him in a plaster-type mold, just his size. Oh no. Johnny... The mold was filled and compressed and the two parts were forced away from the center, and Jamie's jaw nearly hit the floor. Carboniting someone was possible outside of Star Wars?!

[Ferguson]

I am so, so very happy right now.

[Slarti]

Argh... yes, freeze him! Get it over with!

[Chaos]

That's J-Stormwind.... </3 My feels....

[TechPrincess]

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!