It’s finals week! My schedule is literally wake up at 7 AM. Take an exam. Study. Go to bed at 3 AM. Repeat. 

So I won’t be on until Sunday and I know I haven’t been on the past week either jaklfd; sorry guys.

I miss Penn. He was like a mini-me, but a lot more boring and lacking any originality.

Maybe I should consider meeting Hawkeye then.

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Alpha almost didn’t notice when the girl finally fell silent. He had turned his attention back to his leg and arms. He had finally decided that standing on both legs tiptoe was just going to wear himself out and so had slowly eased his weight on to the injured right leg and allowed the left one to rest. The bleeding in his arm had mostly subsided, benefit of having it held far above his head, but the blood still steadily oozed out of the puncture in his leg. His shoe had filled already and a quick glance down showed the entire pant leg was dark with blood and a pool was growing around his foot. Great, just great. “Oh no, no.” He protested when Angelus started talking, “No bad idea.”

The other man didn’t listen of course and had already grabbed some sort of monitor. At first he thought it was an EKG until Dustin oh so helpfully pointed out that having an EKG for a torture session would be completely stupid and irrelevant. He was answered when the electrodes were applied to his head and Alpha felt his pulse quicken and blood pressure sky rocket as he started piecing together exactly what his captor was after. His eyes followed the blade he casually waved around as it drew closer to his face. He knows, he knows what we did. How does he know? Then the hot blood was running down his jaw, his neck and soaking into his shirt. The muscles along his jaw tightened at the pain, but that itself was nothing he couldn’t handle. The fast, precise slices that followed though, a wordless cry was ripped from him at that. Now the blood was running into his eyes stinging and blinding. It didn’t matter though, he wasn’t seeing Angelus anyway.

Whiskey knelt on the ground in front of him, so pretty and so trusting. She had no idea what was coming. “Let Echo be Number One.” He said, no malice, no hate behind his words. Just a simple understanding that she needed to share. Then he lunged forward delivering quick precise cuts with the pruning shears, marring those perfect features of hers.

“It turns out different every time.”

They really did look so much better with those cuts. No two people the same. Victor’s made him smile with memory. Those extensions of his smile brought to mind the Joker. It fit him really, it was impossible to take the younger man seriously.

Brought back from the walk down memory lane by the sudden fire in his side Alpha didn’t know if he should hate his captor for interrupting those reminisces or be thankful that he didn’t have to think about what he did. You loved it and you know it.

He tried to focus on the pain, tried to anchor himself by listing out loud the injuries inflicted upon him “Left radial puncture with suspected ligament tearing, right arterial puncture…hemorrhaging…foreign object still….still….” He squeezed his eyes shut. The imprints…and of course the one who wasn’t…the one who was always a whisper were growing louder and he felt his mind starting to shatter.

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I am really sorry for my inactivenesss lately. The semester is coming to an end which means tons of projects, studying for exams, last minute homework, etc. I know I’m holding up some plot things and I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t think life would get so hectic and I’ve been finding myself having barely any free time recently. 

Again, I feel awful for not responding or even being able to go on the Chatzy to talk to you all. I’ve missed you terribly, though, and I promise I didn’t forget about the RP!  So yeah. 

Shay- I’ll respond to Alpha first thing to finish that up once I have the time. So sorry Alpha’s been stuck in an abandoned factory ajf; oops.

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“Of course you do. All about the art.” Alpha watched as Angelus set the girl up in the chair. On the one half he perfectly understood the wonderful artwork that came out of such sessions, and on the other he utterly hated himself for it. Mostly he thought it was a bit inconvenient to be the canvas - and more than a bit ironic. Curiosity was still the strongest pull though, he didn’t need the warning.

‘Course we really could learn a few things from this guy. Really seems to know his stuff.

It hasn’t even been three hours and already you guys think this is your show?

Alpha shushed the bickering peanut gallery and focused his attention back on his captor and the girl, nodding his understanding not to look away. He did wince though, a little, when the wire was shoved through her eyes and the screaming started. Eyes weren’t solid things, more like little balloons of jelly. The liquid from the eyes mixed with tears and blood to paint her face. After rolling his owns eyes up to look at his hands, the pain in his leg forgotten as he entertained the idea of shoving the wire in the rest of the way. Make the pain stop for her if he could. Not like there were a whole lot of other options.

“I will never be able to listen to that song again, actually it was a crappy song anyway.” He glanced back over at the girl. With any luck she’d slip into shock and just not wake up again.

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((I just spent 3 hours dissecting eyes and all I could think about was sticking a wire into the center of each one…))