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Cyanide blinked a few times. It was.. dark. Dark, damp, and kinda smelly. His tiny nose wrinkled at this, pale skin turning pink at the irritation. He cleared his throat and walked slowly into the room. For a fleeting moment a face splitting grin was on his face, but was gone as soon as it came. Black hair swayed slightly as he tilted his head to the side, innocently inspecting the surroundings. Blood scalpels, rusted hedge clippers, everything that one could think of to rip someone to shreds was in here. Happiness and darkness bubbled up in Cyanide's belly. Quickly, he turned on his heel, almost losing his balance as he did. "Love~? Hoooshikooo?" He called soothingly, fingers resting on the open door. "You'll never guess what I found!"
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Hoshi held his bunny Sora close as he frowned, "what did you find? I don't like this place it's dark and scary. can we go back now?" t he young boy asked as he rocked on his feet. his nightgown flowed some as he did. he was scared of the dark and since the bad ghosts were out and about he didn't want to be here. he started to back a way and head back. he knew he was with cyanide who was somewhat good but he was still scared and wanted to leave. plus he had to check on his little friend link and make sure she was sleeping soundly. he wouldn't waste time looking at something that would possibly scare the living s**t out of the poor thing. he held Sora tightly as he pulled cyanides jacket, "come on lets go back.... iunno if I should be here...."
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Yooooshiii, don't worry!" Sugary sweet. Cavity inducing. Diabetes giving. Cyanide bent down to "Yoshi's face, a simple smile resting on his cracked lips. "C'mon, c'mon! I promise, it's even cooler than coconuts!" Lacing their fingers together, the ghost ushered Yoshi inside. Once he was sure the both of them were in there, he closed the door quickly. The only light left in the room came from a window above, with moonlight showering the two as well as the many things scattered about the room. Torn books, yellowed notebooks, surgical tools.. A desk or two. Beds. "Say Yoshi, aren't scissors the coolest?" He skipped merrily and clumsily away from Yoshi, their fingers no longer intertwined. The same long, soft fingers soon found their way into the loops of a large pair of scissors hedge clippers, really, and brought them up to his face. "They snip, snip, snip, things easily. Especially this kind." They were taken down towards Yoshi's neck level and snapped closed.
If only Cyanide was a few feet closer... But it was merely a demonstration. Shoes shuffled across the floor as he came closer to Yoshi again. "They're rusty, though. One p***k could make you need a tetanus shot. Did you know, a large amount of untreated wounds from rusty objects end with the limb being removed? It's such a gruesome process." The ghost-doctor recited in his normal, happy voice. He stepped even closer. "Isn't this stuff awesome? You should let me play with them. On you. You know.. For fun! You don't reeaaallly need all of those limbs.." His head twitched to the side as he spoke with a huge smile
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Hoshi let cyanide lead him into the room after he nodded, "ok... but only a peak..." he looked around and had to whimper. only the ghost would think this was cool. this wasn't cool it was scary!!" he tried to back away and jumped a mile high when he heard the door shut. he looked at Cyanide and started to shake some, "wh-wh-what are you doing...." he then backed away against the door and tried to open the door but it was locked. he turned to look at the man again just as he found some really big scissors. he wasn't having fun any more. he was started to get scared and he didn't like this, "come on lets go back now..." he whimpered and screamed some as cyanide snapped the scissors near his neck and moved away again, "I’m not liking this..." he new about that info that's why he made sure to wear shoes out side and not go barefoot. he panted some as he frowned a bit and moved way again. though the last part shocked him the most, "you want to what?! no I won't let you play with me with those! NO!" he tried to the door again and started to whimper some, "no I want to get out of here I want to go back to my room. let me out now!" he was scared but he was a feisty little thing. this meant he wasn't backing down. he turned to cyanide and huffed, "let me out now I want to go back! I’m not having fun I’m scared now come on!" with this he held Sora tighter and tears formed
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Laughter formed on his lips. "Huhuu.." It was soft, gentle and slightly higher pitched than his normal voice. "C'mon Yoshi.. I'm just having fun!" The ghost grinned, showing his full set of teeth. Giggles wracked through his body as he walked closer to Yoshi. "Now hush and be a good playmate. I don't want to have to strap you down like I did all those other patients. It's a lot funner if you just give in. Okay?" He was disturbingly close now, as his pace had picked up when Yoshi began moving away. The scissors were opened to full length and shoved towards the younger boy. The sharp ends were jammed into the wall, trapping Yoshi in place, or at the very least restricting his movement. Cyanide leaned on the loop holes and bent at the waist to move in closer to Yoshi. If ghosts could breathe like normal people, his breath would be brushing against the younger's cheek. "We have so many new toys to play with. Don't be a spoil sport!"
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Hoshiko screamed when the scissors came around him and whimpered. he stayed perfectly still since he didn't ant to get cut. what was going on? cyanide was good wasn't he? but right now he was acting like one of the other evil doctors. he glared as he held Sora and spat at him, "I don't want to play I want to go back I don't like this game and I don’t' like you right now..." he kicked the mans leg as she tried to get a way. he wasn't going to let some doctor play with him and hurt him. play meant pain and pain was bad in Hoshiko’s mind. he whimpered as more tears feel, "please let me go to bed stop scaring me...." he tried to slip down but the scissors rubs his arm and he stopped suddenly. he knew he was trapped since he couldn’t move or he'd get cut. he looked at cyanide with a plea full look.
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An eyebrow twitched as his leg was kicked. It hurt. But it didn't. Being dead was so weird. None the less, there was a slight p***k of dislike when Yoshi pleaded the way he did. Not a dislike of the boy that he was torturing, but of himself. Casting it aside, Cyanide pushed away from the scissors. He walked away, his form fading into the shadows for a moment. As he walked back, the sound of an old, rickety tool table announced his prescience. On the tool table there were multiple medical instruments in dried, caked up blood. Poor things probably hadn't been sterilized in years. Picking up a simple scalpel and clamp from the mess, he stood in front of the scene before him. "Let's play a game, okay? You guess which limb I'm thinking of and if you're right, you get to keep it! If you're wrong, I get to take it. But you still get to pick what I use to take it, at least." He leaned in a little, all smiles. "Understand?”
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Hoshiko watched as the man walked away and started to shake. he was so scared right now if he lived threw this he'd never trust anything ever again. he knew what cyanide wanted to do and this meant pain either way. if he managed to get away he'd still be hurt from the scissors and that would mean he'd need possible stitches. he was very thankful he got his last shot not to long ago so that was good hat meant nothing from that but he'd still be in pain for a while. as he watched the man come back he glared and shook his head, "I DON'T WANT TO PLAY!!!!" he started crying harder as he wiggled, "I want to go to bed I want my room I don't like it here. I WANT MY BED!!!!" he screamed as loud as he could hoping any one could hear him. though he doubted it at this time. plus the other workers would be busy with things they still hard to do. the tears stained his cheeks as he looked at the man and growled, "don't you understand I want to be in bed!!!!!" he had no idea how cyanide would take this but if he had a chance to run he'd take it
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Frown. He was frowning. Cyanide hated frowning. Hated being unhappy. The scalpel was jabbed into Yoshi's cheek without a second thought. It tore through the fatty tissue and muscle roughly. Cyanide yanked it downwards, towards Yoshi's lips. "I wouldn't speak, if I were you. I might miss and rip your lip off." He growled out. Ripping it through the remaining skin, he took the scalpel back. Bloody and slightly duller than earlier. "Oh, look at you. You've got half a Glasgow smile. Chelsea grin. Now, I could do the same thing to the other half of your face or we could play our game. Which would you like?" The ghost couldn't help but to smile darkly at his work. Even if Yoshi was frowning he could forever be smiling with a scar like that. It started near his cheek bone and dipped downwards ripping through the side of his mouth. But it was only one side. It looked like he was only half smiling. But that was fine, as it was only meant to teach him a lesson and to get the game going. Cyanide stroked Yoshi's cheek, gathering blood on his fingers. "Isn't this fun? I hope you're not mad at me~." The fingers were brought to his own mouth, blood being licked off of them fondly.
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Hoshi managed to scream even though he kept perfectly still his hole face didn't move as the pain shot threw him. he teared up as he glared at the man. how the hell would he not be mad at him his face hurt he'll forever look weird and on top of that he was bleeding and trapped with a psycho path from hell. he spat blood at him and started crying, "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU LET ME GO NOW YOU JACK a**!!!" yes Hoshiko knew cuss word. he never used them but he learned them from people around the orphanage. he looked at the man before him and kicked him again over and over again. maybe this would get it threw his head he wanted to be back in his bed laying down and sleeping. he spat at him again and kept crying as his face hurt more and more, "I want my bed I want to lay down I want to forget you!!! Let me GO NOW!!!!" he kept screaming as he tried to get him to let him go his feet were hurting form standing but he didn't care he'd keep kicking even if it tired him out.
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More frowning. He wiped at his face with one hand, the other grasping the multiple scalpels. When he finished wiping at his face, the frown was gone and replaced with a sinister smile. "Now now, no need to get like that." Again, it hurt. But it didn't. Like a snake attacking it's victim, Cyanide jabbed the scalpel into one of Yoshi's legs, biting through the muscle. The next was jabbed a little lower, beneath the knee cap. "Deary me. I wish I had something longer and thicker to use. These don't fully immobilize your muscles.. But they'll have to do until I get around to taking them." He giggled out, bending down to finish what he was doing. "Besides, you don't even want to play a game with me. How mean~ I guess I'll just take one to get it started." A wire was taken from the tool table and wrapped around the thigh that held a scalpel in it from only minutes earlier. Once it was tied off completely, stopping the circulation the best way possible, the ghost really got to work. A silly lullaby was hummed as more tools were taken for usage. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Cyanide began cutting past the fabric and into the skin. "Tell me, why're you such a spoil sport, Yoshi?" He asked, as if they were merely discussing this over coffee or candy.
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Hoshiko screamed when his leg was stabbed into and more tears fell down his face mixing with the blood. he started shaking and whimpering. now his leg hurt more so since he was standing still. he didn't like standing so much and this would make it hard for him to stand on the hurt leg. he stopped kicking as he sniffled and looked at Cyanide, "leave me alone!!!! I hate you!!!" he kicked him with the other leg and cried, "i wanna lay down i want to go back to bed let me lay down please!"
he then heard what the man said and whimpered more, "NO!!! NO DONT' TOUCH ME!!!!" he then winced when he felt the wire go around his leg and he whimpered more. he new what was coming and it made him shake and cry more. he'd be more a freak now then ever. he looked at cyanide and started shaking, "please no... please stop" he then screamed loudly feeling the scalpel do into his leg, "STOP!!!! STOP PLEASE LET ME LAY DOWN! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! STOP, STOP, STOP!!!!!" he started kicking again as he clawed at the wall knowing full well he still couldn't go anywhere.
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Cyanide easily blocked most of the kicks with his forearm. His body shook with laughter. How fun.. Looking up at the small boy, the ghost couldn't help but to click his tongue in anticipation. Further and further the scalpel dug into the skin, eventually hitting the muscles and veins. "Let's just hope I don't hit your artery and forget to clamp it~ Did you know, most victims bleed out within minutes when the artery in their thigh is struck? It's impressive how much blood the body can pump out through it.." Syrupy, copper smelling blood..
In the back of his mind, Cyanide gagged a little. He hated blood.. But he loved it so much.. It always got him going. He was no longer the happy, clumsy doctor that made friends with the orphans. He was the doctor that murdered the patients. Fun! This was fun! A lot funner than just making friends and doing boring stuff. It was surprising that he didn't do this more often. Then again.. trust was hard to build. It took time.. But it was always so much sweeter when the trust and promises were broken..
Snapping from his silent musings, the ghost turned the scalpel roughly, barely chipping the bone he was about to run into. The bone would have to be taken care of using a bone saw. Speaking of which.. Cyanide's bloody fingers stopped their onslaught to feel around the tool table. The closest thing he could find to a bone saw was an old tool with jagged edges. Nowhere near as sturdy as what he wanted but.. It would have to do. He ripped the scalpel out of the flesh and replaced it with the new tool. It shook a little under the pressure of being used, rust flaking off the metal. "This is the really fun part! But it smells horrible.. You know, the smell of bones grinding and cut is just yucky. Like going to the dentist and getting a tooth drilled on, really." With that, he jerked it back, crackling filling the air. He jerked it forward and back again, the actions taking a lot of effort due to the dull teeth. "My, my. This will take a while.. Tell me, Yoshi, does it hurt?"
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Hoshiko screamed more and more as his heart race with fear and pain. oh this was hurting. he cried more and more as he pleaded and begged for cyanide to stop. he was having a nightmare yes he'd close his eyes and keep wishing for this to end and he'd wake up in his bed any minute from this horrible nightmare. he clung to his stuff buddy for dear life as tears fell down his face more and more. oh he wanted this to be a nightmare.
the slight pause let him take a breath and relax a bit. he didn't answer cyanide he just kept his mouth shut as he silently cried and whimpered. lucky him doctors would reattach his leg but this meant allot of work a head of him to recover. he kept shaking as he pleaded for cyanide to stop. he didn't want to be a freak. he didn't want to be different. he wanted to be a normal person but thanks to this he won't get it for a while. it would take him years for that to happen
as the saw came into his leg this time he began screaming again. he pleased louder and louder as the saw went away at his leg. he begged for this to end and for him to stop over and over till he couldn't scream anymore. he heard the question but he couldn't answer he lost his voice so he was now crying with a broken voice and shaking so bad he could go into shock.
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 Derres Sinn_89 · Wed Jun 16, 2010 @ 12:24am · 0 Comments |
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