Xcor:
-A twisted smirk pulled his scarred countenance into a mask
of horrors as he surveyed the warrior of the Brotherhood. Secured by curved slats
of thick steel in the upright cage, his lethal cursed hand held firmly outside
the bars, banded about the biceps, elbow, and forearm and suspended by steel
chains strong enough to raise a seagoing vessel from the darkest depths. He'd
seen to it that the hand, that was capable of melting near any substance known,
was encased in a lead lined, steel ball that locked tightly around his wrist. Without
the weapon the warrior'd always relied upon, stripped of his beloved daggers
and sundry weaponry, the male hung limply against the bars of the cage, unable
to bend, to stretch... to rest. He strode around the penned male, worn boots clocking
against the cement floor of the warehouse to echo throughout, pausing to knock
the handle of his scythe against the steel every few feet. A low, cruel chuckle
escaped from his twisted mouth when the male groaned in irritated exhaustion.
He turned sharp, narrowed eyes toward Throe as his steps carried him across the
expansive, otherwise empty room. Offering no more than a nod, he took up his
station against a stack of splintering, wooden crates, anxious for his Bastards
to break the self-righteous Brother and garner the invaluable information he so
hungered for.
Throe
-The warehouse location had proven to be perfect for their
needs. Isolated and secure. They’d had the cage ready days before the intel had
come in on where and when to capture and so far things had gone according to
plan. Well, most things anyway. Standing in the shadows watching as Zypher
began to inflict more wounds onto Vishous he knew that this was pointless.
He’d said all along that physical pain
wasn’t going to get them any of the information they were seeking regarding the
puppet king and his brotherhood. At least Zypher seemed to be enjoying himself
and the need for Vishous to heal himself after these little sessions was slowly
weakening him. Still we didn’t have all fucking day.. the screws needed to be
tightened on our prisoner.-
Zypher
-He smirked as he watched Xcor toying with the
semi-conscious prisoner. He hadn't been surprised that the Bloodletter's son
had not broken, but he was surprised at the fucking Brotherhood had not come
close to finding him yet. A mounted rescue was no doubt in order and he could
only hope that it was Lessers that were the suspects. Not that he was scared of
Wrath and his cronies, quite the contrary in fact. He ached to have a go at the
self righteous wanks but..having the brothers look in all the wrong places
would buy them more time. More time to have some fun with the cursed one. Still
polishing the dagger, freeing it from the brother's blood, he wiped it gently on
his thigh as he admired the work. Speaking loud enough so Vishous as well as
Xcor could hear, he caught the light with the blade- Fucking nice knife..too
bad he's not getting it back. -To prove it, he slid the ornate weapon into his
own sheath at his shoulder-
Throe
-Stepping forward into the bright glow of the lights
surrounding the cage. He kicked it with his foot to get the attention of the
one inside. His effort setting the cage to swing slightly on its heavy chain.
Speaking calmly, almost as if they were having a friendly conversation in
another place and time.- You know, this attempt at silence on your part is
impressive, but you must know it is futile. I’m sure that you realize by now
that we are very serious about wanting the details only you can provide. What
do you think we should do about that? –Pacing back and forth in front of the
bound male he nodded his head back and forth slightly as if pondering the situation.-
No suggestions? Well, I was thinking that we should provide you with a bit more
incentive to chat with us. Say, go and collect your son. Shouldn’t be much of
an effort to take him from a female who is distracted by the disappearance of
her mate. Of course, you COULD save us all that trouble by just being a little
more forth coming. What do you say?
Zypher
-Pushing himself up from the crate he had been purched on,
he walked slowly to where Throe was attempting to speak to the prisoner.- I say
we take his other nut..that way, he can't populate the world with little copies
of himself. Should be easy to take the one he's got already...leave his female
to me. -The grin that
spread told many stories of many women who were left to his devices, most of
whom screamed his name by the end of it- what say you about that?
Throe
-Clapping Zypher on the shoulder in a show of solidarity.-
That idea certainly has merit. We’d be providing a public service. –Tapping my fingers
on the edge of the cage considering the one inside. At least now we seemed to
have his full attention. Prior to this he’d barely bothered to look our way,
even during the beatings.- I think we should take our protection of others to
an even greater level. That cursed hand has been a danger to all things, I’m
sure Xcor could remove it very easily.
Zypher
-He canted his head as if looking for the best way to remove
said hand- yeah..I'm certain just a sling of the scythe would do. Perhaps better to dis-arm him that way before he watches me fuck his female. Wouldn't want anything to...-he said the last part with a pun-ish grin-
get outta hand would we? -He nudged Throe with his elbow- see what I did there?
dis-arm...get out of hand.. fuck I'm a funny bastard.
Xcor
-He spared a wicked grin to his two best
Bastards as his legs carried him toward the caged male once more. Standing
solidly to face the white eyed Brother, in the span between heartbeats, his
massive fist drew back and punched the steel that was the only barrier between them.
Barking a dry laugh as the warrior's head bounced off the back of the cage,
then hit the front with a dull ring of steel. He repeated the swift punch once
more, this time landing his fist against the bars that crossed directly over
the juncture betwixt the male's thighs. The ragged scar down his face
twisted as his rough voice cut through the air between his face and that of the
Brother's.- I say we finish the job our father'd begun. Aye, no need to be
sirin' anymore of yer like. Ahhh.. dun worry yer little head 'bout that female
o'yours. Zypher 'ere will see to it she's kept ... satisfied. -Turning his back
on the caged male, he strode slowly across the warehouse, humming a tune
heard often 'round the fires in the Bloodletter's camp. Ceasing only to call
out over a broad shoulder.- Be wishin' you'd finished your trainin' in the
camps b'fore we be through with ye. Shame ye ne'er truly learned about
battle... -He turned to face front again as he reached the rear wall of the
warehouse, his hand landing on a heavy, worn door handle as he spat out..-
Coward..
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