paixaorpg | Into Pieces [Active, Closed]

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Into Pieces [Active, Closed]

Character(s): Larxene and Sara Sidle
Content: Larxene gets Sara ready for experiments.
Setting: Wouldn't you like to know?
Time: I guarantee you it's some time.
Warnings: violence, language

She was waiting again. But this time she didn't mind. The very table she had been tortured on she had taken it upon herself to add to the room; it really gave it a personal touch. So she'd sent the Dusks to bring her first assignment, and had flitted about in the meantime setting up tools and vials that she had no plans to use.

She wasn't allowed to touch, after all. But that didn't mean it couldn't look menacing. And a scratch or two would hardly sway any results, right?

She had to admit, she had been looking forward to this particular bit of Organization work. And, feeling as good as she was, she would be able to play with more than one toy.

Nothing compared to Laharl, but every toy was special in their own way.

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Sara had been sitting against the back wall of the cell she had been dropped in, eyes closed, trying to convince herself that no, the walls weren't really closing in on her. And it wasn't helping. The walls were closing in, and the air was getting harder and harder to breathe. A sound on the other side of the wall made her open her eyes, and she saw some weird looking...things... in her cell. They grabbed her by the arms and began pulling her in a direction.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" She didn't like where this was heading. Not one bit.

When the Dusks arrived with her playmate, Larxene smiled cheerfully, and gestured to the table. The Dusks went about strapping her down.

"Why hello," Larxene purred, sounding ever-so-happy about this entire situation. "How nice of you to join us. I do hope you've prepared yourself!"

Not that Sara would have any idea what was going on. But that made things even more fun. Once the Dusks had finished their tasks, she sent them away. Now it was just the two of them.

Larxene's smile never faded.

"What the hell do you want? And who the hell are you?" Sara shouted, trying to free herself by struggling against the bonds she was being held by. She wasn't happy with this situation, not at all. And, she hadn't been able to defend herself...her gun was gone, making her feel less secure and somewhat naked without having it.

It was then she noticed the coat.

"Shit."

Larxene closed the distance between them, tilting her head as if to examine Sara closer. "My, that's not very polite. Such crude words."

She circled around to where Sara's head was, and with a swift kick, forced the table to tilt upward. There was a crank for it, but this seemed... More impressionable.

"You haven't heard of me? There are so few who don't these days," she purred, and moved so she could be seen by Sara once more.

She tilted Sara's neck up with a finger. "I'm Larxene."

"And you think I care." She said glaring at her captor, still trying to twist her wrists and break whatever was holding her. Although at this point, she was convinced all she was doing was cutting herself and starting to bleed.

She felt the strap near her collarbone dig into her skin as Larxene kicked the table upward, then her head fell back against the table. Sara's glare never really left her face, but if someone was good at reading people, the slight flare of pain could be seen crossing her face.

"Larxene...You. Yeah, I've heard of you." And with that, she spat at the other woman, figuring since there was the possibility of her death, she wouldn't go out without some sort of fight.

Larxene stiffened, face expressionless, unmoving, looking silently on Sara for a long moment. She walked over to a table, to wipe off her face. And then she moved in one fluid, swift motion, appearing beside Sara and slapping her, hard.

"I will teach you manners," she said, all the sweetness gone from her tone. "And when I am done with you, you will wish you hadn't done that."

The kunai slid out between her fingertips, and it took all her self-control to keep her from slicing them into the woman's flesh immediately. Instead, she phased through the trapped woman, to see what her memories held.

The slap stung, Sara couldn't lie and think that it didn't. But the dislike and anger in her eyes remained as she looked over at the woman.

"Manners? Even at my worst, I'm better than you." She said, scowling at her. But, when Larxene pulled out her kunai, the first flicker of fear was seen on Sara's face.

...But she was more surprised by the fact that the woman didn't actually use them... instead just seemed to walk through her.

"Now, now, I can be courteous," Larxene said, sounding affronted even as she shifted through Sara's memories as easily as she could look through her own.

"My, dear, what a life you've led," she said, mockery dripping from every word. "So far from home--even before you came here."

She stepped closer, leaned in. "Where were you planning on going, hm~?"

How does she know that? Sara thought in the back of her mind as Larxene made her comment. And decided to play dumb for now, Larxene could be playing her for all she knew at this point.

"What are you talking about? This is the furthest I've been from home in a while."

Larxene draped herself casually over top of the table, smiling down at Sara. "Did you forget? You were leaving Los Vegas, remember?"

She leaned over the table, looking Sara upside-down in the eye. "But this is very far from your home. Very, very far."

She made the flip over the table to her feet seem casual, turning to the trapped woman once more. "Running away from your problems, hm~?"

Oh God, how does she know? Sara thought, eyes widening as she heard Larxene casually talking about her plans to leave Vegas right before she was brought to this place.

"I wasn't running from them, I was returning to them. I had to fa---" She scowled, realizing she may have said to much to the electric gymnastics queen. "What does it matter anyway?"

"There's always a reason we go from one place to another," Larxene purred. "What were you going to face? The issues surrounding your father? I suppose that would cause a few issues down the road, hm~?"

She giggled. "How terrible, to be beaten by someone who was supposed to love you."

Of course, the way Larxene was saying it, she might as well have been talking about a spot of particularly good weather.

"Were you scared as a child, Sara?"

Sara involuntarily cringed when Larxene mentioned the beatings. She still had scars from some of the worst of them, but she hadn't mentioned them to anyone but Grissom.

She didn't say anything in reply, just turned away: Her face said it all. Her eyes showed remnants of that fear. Hiding in closets, under the bed, hearing the yelling. All of it came back at that moment, even worse than when she was dealing with a case.

"None of your fucking business."

"Oh, but I bet you were," Larxene said, drawing a kunai and pulling up Sara's shirt so her stomach was exposed. She traced a thin red line across an old scar that Larxene's copy of Sara's memories said was from her father. "I bet you hid. Because you were just a little girl, right? But he must have found you.

"After all, you have these."

She licked the blood off her kunai.

Sara tried to flinch away when she felt Larxene draw her kunai over the old scar, one of the most painful ones from her father. Sara wanted to know where Larxene was getting her information, so she could take them out behind a building and pummel them.

"Those could be from anywhere, you know." She said, and it wasn't a convincing answer. Her voice was shakey, and she hated being exposed like she was. And that new cut stung.

"It could be, but it's not," Larxene purred, letting her kunai disappear. "That's a present from Daddy~."

She kicked the table again so it was flat and Sara was facing the ceiling. Then she made sure she was out of the woman's sight, and fiddled idly with some jars and syringes simply for the noise.

"Those are what he thought you were worth. Was he right?"

Sara didn't say anything to her first comment, just stared at the ceiling mulling things over. No one knew about that scar, or where it came from, besides her and one other person, the man she'd left behind. How Larxene had found out this information haunted her.

"No, no he wasn't." She sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than someone else at this point. She just wanted out.

"You don't sound very certain," Larxene said with a giggle. "Really, you should be more sure than that, right? Though if he's right, then you have reason not to believe those words."

She injected Sara with a perfectly harmless solution, just so she could see it done to her. "After all, what are words? Just lies."

Words were so easy to make into lies. But then again, actions were, too. It just took a bit of acting. And Larxene was very good at acting. She walked away from Sara again to fiddle with the bottles once more.

"Words are meaningless."

"They're empty and meaningless, which is why I never pay attention to them." She said, closing her eyes to try and concentrate on her answers.

"Besides, I've worked with liars, cheaters, murders, the whole bit. Everyone lies to save their skin." Pessimistic, but possibly half way true.

"But do you pay attention to your own words?" Larxene asked, ignoring the bit about who she worked with; she could get to that later. "Most people do. But people lie to themselves the most."

Another kick and the table jolted Sara upright once more. Larxene smiled as Sara came into view, and then disappeared behind the table.

"We tell ourselves things are okay, that it doesn't hurt, that we're not going to die... Even if they're all lies. But we believe our own lies.

Because we want to."

We believe our own lies
How many times had Sara been in that position. Like being under the car, while she kept telling herself that she wasn't going to die, the only reason she didn't was a stroke of luck and Nick's keen eyes. That it didn't hurt? Her arm gave phantom pains from where it had been broken before. Nothing hurt, no one would die...those words...

Dad....Dad! She remembered shouting after seeing her first crime scene, the one in her house.

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

Larxene just smiled.

"What was it like, the first time you lied to yourself? Children are good at that."

She circled the table casually, twirling a kunai between her fingers with practiced ease.

"Did you tell yourself your father loved you even though he hurt you? And when he hurt your mother, what did you tell yourself then? And when your mother finally killed him?"

She moved fast, whipping the kunai at Sara and embedding it in the table beside her head.

Sara gasped and quickly moved her head away from the kunai as much as she could. This was just moving all the memories of her childhood back to the front of her mind, when she had spent most of her life trying to keep them hidden in the back.

"It was the alcohol, it wasn't him. He only hit us when he was drunk!" She tried to rationalize out loud, remembering the times her dad came home from the bars, drunk out of his mind and looking for a fight. "And mom only killed him because she was fed up. Fed up and wanting to protect herself!"

"How cute, you still make excuses for what your parents do," Larxene said, smiling as if Sara was still a naive little girl. "It was this, it was that, they didn't mean to be violent. Because parents are oh-so-perfect to their children when the children are young."

She shook her head in a pitiful gesture, and tilted her head. "But surely you've grown out of that? After all, if you're getting married, you shouldn't be thinking about all the ways your family was... Imperfect."

Sara closed her eyes for a second to regain at least some measure of control over her emotions. At the mention of her supposed marriage to Grissom, she opened her eyes just enough to glare at Larxene again.

"Supposed marriage anyway." She mumbled, but hell, if this woman knew everything, she would know that Sara left Vegas and Grissom behind, then ended up here for some odd reason. The wedding probably wasn't happening now.

"Oh yes, you ran away, didn't you?"

She pushed aside some of the vials and sat across from Sara on a table of her own. Of course, Larxene wasn't strapped down. Leaning against the wall, she looked perfectly comfortable. Sara looked like a science experiment.

Which was what she was.

"What did he think about all of that?"

"Who knows? Since you're little miss all knowing, you should know that I didn't ask. I ended up here." She could still be sarcastic, that was a good sign in her book. She looked over at the nobody, who looked very comfortable with her seat on the other table.

"I wasn't planning on going back to ask anyway."

"Oh my, how cruel," Larxene said, sounding almost as if she pitied the man Sara had left. "To leave him behind without a word. Or were you afraid of what would happen when you were married?"

She smiled, and it was a cruel smile. "Were you afraid of what he might become? What you might become? Children model their parents, after all. And they say little girls choose their dates based on daddy dear."

"No!" Sara shouted before she could catch herself. "I went to bury my demons, take care of my past. Get it to leave me alone so I could move on." The explanation that had sounded so strong at the time now sounded feeble and weak even to her ears. She struggled with the restraints again, the one on her chest was getting annoying.

Although, Larxene was almost right with her second statement, she had always worried about what she would become...if she would become like her mother in the end.

"So you ran from the life you knew in search of healing that you don't know how to deal with--or you would have already," Larxene said; a clipped, cruel summary of what she had decided were Sara's issues.

She fiddled with a nearby syringe. "What did you think of your mother, hm? You must have thought, somewhere deep inside, that she was weak. Or you wouldn't be so afraid of becoming like her."

She giggled. "Or were you more afraid of becoming like your father?"

"Neither. I wasn't afraid of becoming either of them." She lied, knowing that deep inside she had been worried about becoming like her mother...the murder gene as it was known. Or even, becoming like her father if she ever had kids. Damned if she did and damned if she didn't, so she thought.

"Really?" She tilted her head. "I'm not fond of liars, you know. And I'm sure you're lying."

Not one hundred percent sure, of course. But a bluff was just as good.

"Such an interesting combination... Perhaps you'll murder your children one day!"

Sara turned to look away from Larxene, she knew the unwanted tears were coming, she just had to keep them held back.

"You don't understand, it's a catch 22!" She shouted. "I'll end up a murderer or abuser, one of the two."

Larxene could hear the pain in the woman's voice, and there was a hollow sort of thrill that was the closest the Nobody could come to enjoying herself. Her smile widened. It wouldn't be too long, now.

Larxene wanted to see her cry.

"Or both!" she chirped. "Or maybe you'll just destroy yourse~lf."

"No....No I won't." Now that came out weaker and more pathetic than she wanted. She clenched her eyes shut, knowing that the tears were right.there. She didn't want this monster of a woman to see her cry.

"w-why?" was all she could manage to get out at that moment.

"Of course you will," Larxene said, not really caring to reference anything specific. "You were running from it all, weren't you? Saying you were going to deal with things, but really, you were running."

Larxene moved to close the distance between the two of them, and then leaned in even further, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Somewhere in you, there's an urge to destroy--Everything."

"There isn't...there isn't..." Sara sounded like she was trying to convince herself of this fact now. The first tear moved down her face.

"I would never destroy anything. Never on purpose. Never."

"Oh of course not," Larxene said, sounding almost soothing. "Nothing important, like an engagement or--Oops."

"You don't understand!" Sara was shouting now. "I was going to explain, I really was. I didn't get the chance, showing up here..."

Tears were falling freely now, she didn't care anymore.

There they were. She smiled. "You keep telling yourself that."

And then with a wave of her hand, she had summoned the Dusks once more. They went about unstrapping Sara from the table to take her back to her cell. Not that Larxene was entirely done with the woman, but she had to save something for the next session. And Sara had a lot of issues to play with.

"See you later!" Larxene called with a cheerful wave.

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