paixaorpg | Go for the Throat [Complete]

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Go for the Throat [Complete]

Character(s): Larxene and Sara Sidle
Content: Larxene moves in for the kill. Psychologically.
Setting: a scary place
Time: unknown
Warnings: torture, Larxene, language

She sent the dusks to retrieve her latest toy once more. She only had one more chance to really break the woman before she was out of Larxene's hands, and she wanted to make it count. But there was a lot for Larxene to work with; this woman had so many cracks. It was just a matter of ripping those little scratches open and making them gaping wounds.

Or, in some cases--many cases, actually--reopen wounds that were healing.

She wore her hood down today. She enjoyed the intimidation it added to her normally small figure.

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Sara was sitting in her cell, curled up into the little ball that she had been in since the dusks had left her before. Tear tracks could be seen on her face, as she had just been able to stop crying from everything that had been exposed before. She had suppressed her worry about the "Murder Gene" before, but now, now she was beginning to wonder if it was true, if she had the gene...the inherited ability to harm someone.

She heard the door to her cell open again, and the dusks entered, grabbing for her arms. Originally she had put up a fight, but this time she just didn't care. She was cold, numb, and uncaring at this point. They could haul her just about anywhere at this point, and she wouldn't try to fight them.

Larxene smiled as Sara appeared, acting for all the world like a child who had gotten an especially good present for Christmas. She stood at the far side of the room; she would not go to Sara, Sara would come to her. It was a small bit of power, but it was power nonetheless.

"Welcome back," she chirped. "Did you have a good break?"

Sara looked up at her torturer and just glared. She wasn't in it for the formalities anymore. She was about to spout of a line of who-knew-what when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye...A white lab coat that she would know anywhere by now. Turning to look, it was who she thought it was.

"Greg..." She said, and he turned to look at her too. At this point Larxene was completely forgotten as Sara elbowed her way out of the dusks' grasp and walked over to him. "What're you doing here?"

She reached out to touch his arm, and he was there, he really was there. All he did was smile as she quickly wrapper her arms around him in a hug. She couldn't believe it, he was really there.

[ooc: orz, I hope I did the hallucination thing right.]

Larxene moved automatically before she fully processed the situation, and as such her kunai were at her fingertips before she saw the other man. How had he gotten here? Her eyes narrowed, but she held back. Could this be used to her advantage? The man did not look particularly dangerous... She searched Sara's memories for Greg, and then took a small step forward, smiling.

"Friend of yours?"

At the sound of Larxene's voice, Sara jerked and looked over at the blond woman. Somehow, Sara had forgot that Larxene was there. She gripped the fingers of her left hand into Greg's sleeve, while the other reached for her gun...that still wasn't there. She scowled.

"What is it to you, anyway?"

"Can't a girl be curious?" Larxene purred, waving her hand--and, therefore, her kunai--dismissively. "After all, we were... In the middle of something."

Her smile widened and grew more catlike, more predatory. "Should we invite your friend to join us?"

She would have to figure out what was going on, but for now, she would deal with it as best she could.

"No. You can't." Sara said, continuing to glare in Larxene's direction. She wasn't liking how this was beginning to sound. She let go of her friend's sleeve and placed herself between him and Larxene.

"Besides, this is between you and me. Leave him out of it." She was doing her best to put up a brave front, but on the inside Sara knew that Larxene knew everything about her and Greg's friendship. Just how much it meant to her. And she'd be damned if she let anything happen here.

"And if I choose not to listen to you, what will you do?" Larxene asked, seeming genuinely, albeit playfully, curious. "Try to hit me? Tell me to stop? Cry in a corner?"

She giggled. Sara was protected from serious harm in the interest of research. This unexpected guest wasn't, and Larxene intended to take advantage of that.

Casually, but with her usual blinding speed, she whipped a kunai, aimed to sail over Greg's head, but not by much. Maybe that would remind Sara of just who was in control here.

"Anything I can." Sara said, not moving out from in between the two of them. She could hear Greg mumbling behind her, and she took one step backwards, just in case.

She jumped when she heard the kunai thud into the wall, and glanced to see where it had hit...A few inches lower and it would have hit Greg. She hadn't seen it coming, it hadn't looked like Larxene had moved at all.

"That's not much," Larxene giggled, and in an instant had darted closer to the pair--not suffocatingly close, but close enough. And then she warped around to the back, so Sarah was not blocking Greg from her.

Perhaps she would slit his throat? Perhaps.

"So protective," Larxene giggled. "In vain."

Sara gasped when she realized that Larxene was now behind her, and within striking distance of her friend. She reached out to attempt to grab and pull on the nobodies' arm.

"Please, don't." There was a hint of desperation in her voice as she whispered that to Larxene. While she hated sounding so weak, she had a feeling it might be her only choice.

"Or what?"

She wasted no time in sticking a kunai into Greg's shoulder, not taking her eyes off of Sara for a moment. Greg might be in pain, might be reacting, sure, but it was Sara who Larxene wanted to make squirm.

She twisted the kunai in a slow circle.

Sara's eyes widened as she watched Larxene stab Greg in the shoulder, she could feel tears swelling in her eyes, as strong as and anger at Larxene bubbling up inside. Blinking a couple of times, she reached for the nobody's arm again.

"Would you just stop it?" She tried to hide her anger and sadness from her, but it probably wouldn't help. "I'll do anything...just leave him out of this."

"Stop?" Larxene echoed. "Fine."

And the kunai was dragged unceremoniously, forcefully, across the man's neck. She could feel the blood on her glove, and she only smiled sweetly.

"No!" Sara shouted, running forward as she saw the amount of blood pouring from Greg's neck. Larxene had but the artery, she could tell by the spray that was coming out of the cut.

"Why?" She said, falling to her knees. "Why couldn't you just leave him out of this?"

"Because," she said, ignoring the man whose throat she had just slit as if he wasn't there, "I'm strong, and you're weak. Only the strong get to make the decisions. If you were strong, you would have stopped me. And you didn't.

"No wonder you ran away from everything."

"I didn't run away!" She shouted, anger showing in her eyes. "And he was just an innocent bystander!" It reminded her of when she had found him lying in the street after being attacked by the fannysmacking gang. She was angry, and she wanted to kill this woman.

Not caring what she was getting into, she lunged at Larxene from the floor, an angry shout coming out of her throat.

"You bitch!"

Larxene didn't reply, didn't move. Just smiled, and let the electricity course through her body. She was just protecting herself, after all, and there would be no marks. And she was being gentle--it would just be enough to send Sara to the ground.

Her entire body crackled.

As soon as she came in contact with Larxene, Sara felt the shock. It was just like being tased by Natalie again. And once again, she hit the ground, just like she had before. Only this time, she knew she was in deeper trouble. She had a feeling Larxene wasn't forgiving.

Her last thought before blacking out was: Oh, hell.

Larxene smirked down at Sara's fallen form, before summoning up a few Nobodies to clean up the mess and take the woman back to her cell. But before the Nobodies charged with Sara could leave, she called them back to her, penned a quick note, and tucked it into Sara's pocket.

Don't ever forget how weak you are.
-♥

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the Nobodies, and they disappeared with the woman through the portal.

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