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Challenge: [090] Under Lock and Key
Title: Awry
Word Count: 506
Comments: Damn you yo_yo_san for making me fall in love with Dilan and Braig. Damn you to oblivion. This particular drabble is kinda gory and kinda weird. Oops.
He was screaming his throat hoarse because everything had gone wrong. The test subject had morphed into the most disgusting display of life he had ever seen, stuck somewhere between human and heartless and it was oozing black pools of something all over the floor. Fingers had sharpened into claws, and were currently digging into Braig’s defeated form with what could have been called revenge.
It grabbed the right side of his head suddenly, plunging its thumb into his eye socket and earning a panicked scream that gurgled and died in the back of his throat. He was going to die here. The monster reached to take the second eye, but something made it miss. It dragged its hateful hand hot across his cheek, so deep that he tasted blood in his mouth. For the brief moment before he passed out, he thought the thing was dying.
-----
When he rose from consciousness, groggy and in pain, Braig was surprised to be alive. His head was pounding and he felt heavy with bandages over his face and body. Copper lingered in his mouth and for a brief moment, he internally begged for death. He heard shifting nearby, and creaked one bleary eye open to stare at the ceiling. He groaned.
A pause was heard, and footsteps approached him. Dilan peered over the mauled body of his colleague, apparently just as amazed to see him alive.
“Don’t try to talk,” he said evenly, voice quiet. “If you move your jaw, the stitches will rip right out of your sorry face.” Braig’s remaining eye squeezed shut, and Dilan moved back towards the sink to locate more antiseptic. “I killed your experiment. I know you’re mad, but in time I think you will come to forgive me.”
Braig managed a chuckle and choked on it, wracking his frame with more pain, if that was possible. Dilan laughed at him and walked back to the blood-soaked bed, armed with a salve that was sure to sting. Served him right.
“I do hope you see this as a direct consequence of your actions, Braig.” He dabbed the sticky medicine onto a cloth and touched it lightly to a tremendous cut on his friend’s shoulder. Braig groaned deep in his throat.
“Fck yuh,” he growled through his tightly clenched jaw, earning him a quiet smirk and more burning salve.
-----
“Din yuh tehh any-un?” Braig garbled out few days later, when he could sit up.
“No,” Dilan replied simply and turned the page of his book.
“Tanks man,” Braig slurred, spit dribbling from his mouth. “I mi-uh, I know yuh can geh in truvvle foh tis.”
“Not to worry,” the other said calmly and lowered the book to his lap. His smile bordered on amusement and kindness. “Everyone is so engrossed in their own research, your absence has been of little concern thusfar.”
Braig laughed oddly at that, eye fixed on some corner of the room while the half of his mouth not covered in gauze twisted upwards.
“Noh whuh-?”
Challenge: [090] Under Lock and Key
Title: Awry
Word Count: 506
Comments: Damn you yo_yo_san for making me fall in love with Dilan and Braig. Damn you to oblivion. This particular drabble is kinda gory and kinda weird. Oops.
He was screaming his throat hoarse because everything had gone wrong. The test subject had morphed into the most disgusting display of life he had ever seen, stuck somewhere between human and heartless and it was oozing black pools of something all over the floor. Fingers had sharpened into claws, and were currently digging into Braig’s defeated form with what could have been called revenge.
It grabbed the right side of his head suddenly, plunging its thumb into his eye socket and earning a panicked scream that gurgled and died in the back of his throat. He was going to die here. The monster reached to take the second eye, but something made it miss. It dragged its hateful hand hot across his cheek, so deep that he tasted blood in his mouth. For the brief moment before he passed out, he thought the thing was dying.
-----
When he rose from consciousness, groggy and in pain, Braig was surprised to be alive. His head was pounding and he felt heavy with bandages over his face and body. Copper lingered in his mouth and for a brief moment, he internally begged for death. He heard shifting nearby, and creaked one bleary eye open to stare at the ceiling. He groaned.
A pause was heard, and footsteps approached him. Dilan peered over the mauled body of his colleague, apparently just as amazed to see him alive.
“Don’t try to talk,” he said evenly, voice quiet. “If you move your jaw, the stitches will rip right out of your sorry face.” Braig’s remaining eye squeezed shut, and Dilan moved back towards the sink to locate more antiseptic. “I killed your experiment. I know you’re mad, but in time I think you will come to forgive me.”
Braig managed a chuckle and choked on it, wracking his frame with more pain, if that was possible. Dilan laughed at him and walked back to the blood-soaked bed, armed with a salve that was sure to sting. Served him right.
“I do hope you see this as a direct consequence of your actions, Braig.” He dabbed the sticky medicine onto a cloth and touched it lightly to a tremendous cut on his friend’s shoulder. Braig groaned deep in his throat.
“Fck yuh,” he growled through his tightly clenched jaw, earning him a quiet smirk and more burning salve.
-----
“Din yuh tehh any-un?” Braig garbled out few days later, when he could sit up.
“No,” Dilan replied simply and turned the page of his book.
“Tanks man,” Braig slurred, spit dribbling from his mouth. “I mi-uh, I know yuh can geh in truvvle foh tis.”
“Not to worry,” the other said calmly and lowered the book to his lap. His smile bordered on amusement and kindness. “Everyone is so engrossed in their own research, your absence has been of little concern thusfar.”
Braig laughed oddly at that, eye fixed on some corner of the room while the half of his mouth not covered in gauze twisted upwards.
“Noh whuh-?”
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Date: 2007-01-11 01:32 am (UTC)I like it immensely. I'm a big sucker for showing the heartless as the scary creatures they are, and for CONSEQUENCES. I love consequences. And Dilan being totally matter-of-fact about it.
"I know you're mad, but in time I think you will come to forgive me."
WIN. XD
(also, yr present made me squee. a lot. just fyi.)
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Date: 2007-01-11 01:42 am (UTC)