Entry #A-12: "Annihilation" [Text Open Network/Action closed to Tony, Dirk and Richard]

[dead_black_eyes]

[[OOC: This post contains torture and gore.]]

[Those who know L's number will recognize it, scrawled in blood. They will also see a location nearer the outskirts of Locke City written after it, as well as a short but desperate message.]

SEND HELP

[OOC: Since L has no means and is in no shape to answer network responses, Belle Goldman will be doing the honors at a later point.]

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[oncedevil]

Of course she misunderstood, of course she misread his intent and plea. That terrible roiling something that chewed at his gut and clawed at his mind grew louder and more furious by the moment. Waiting, biding its time but for what? Anthony didn't understand, he couldn't comprehend what it was that was going on in him. Was his body just betraying him, was this what dying actually felt like? Not slow and cold and agonizing but furious and thrashing?

With the gag out of his mouth he was finally able to try to make out the words he so desperately wanted to say. However, with his jaw not cooperating and his tongue feeling like a chunk of tree bark he still only managed a few broken, raspy words. "Sh-shn't," Some slurred sounds too garbled to make out and. "Cn't s-stp." Vowels were the bane of his existence with a poorly working jaw, let him tell you.

L's struggling caught his attention, and though he craned a bit to see what was going on Tony knew better than to struggle too much with acid dangling precariously over his face. No, L, if you talk now this all would have been for nothing.

Unpleasant was putting it mildly. The pain from that first drop of acid was like nothing he'd felt to date, the agony was enough to drag a pitiful pained cry from his wrecked and battered form. However, it was what else was dragged out that was infinitely more interesting.

All at once his eyes went black, both eyes, irises taking on an unearthly red glow. Around and from him shadows seemed to coalesce as if they'd come alive, his form shifting and billowing, growing to a towering, menacing height. The sound of bindings ripping, the chair splintering as it was crushed beneath what had been Tony just moments before. It took less than a few seconds for the transformation to take place, the broken pieces of chair batted aside like a mild irritation as the creature loomed over the snake woman.

To call it 'black' would be a gross understatement, it was more like trying to look into the absence of light, a strange writhing darkness that was difficult to pinpoint. The creature didn't wait long for a reaction, it lunged without so much as the preamble of a growl, teeth aiming to dig into her throat while claws sought whatever flesh they could rend.

[theearth]

Despite her modifications, the woman wasn't built for fighting. She could hold her own with a handgun, sure, but she absolutely was not engineered for fighting off...

...well. Whatever the hell that was.

The blank look she'd been wearing as she'd dangled the acid before Tony's face vanished, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping open slackly. Her fast reflexes didn't allow her to escape the creature's claws, but they did allow her to throw the remainder of the acid at him while letting out a loud, unearthly shriek.

"GUARDS!"

[dead_black_eyes]

Something was wrong, something more than all the things that had been obviously wrong for a week and counting. At first, his thought was that Tony couldn't stop from spilling the information they'd agreed to take with them to the unmarked graves that were in their very near futures, and a pang of dread flared in his chest. Then he thought that maybe Tony was telling him that he couldn't stop, that he needed to stay strong and bite through his tongue before he let a single name slip past it. He shuddered and winced as the acid came in contact with the soft tissue of Tony's eye, resisting the temptation to close his own. He was currently being spared a lot of physical anguish, but it felt enormously disrespectful to turn away from the torture that Tony was being subjected to. L always watched, no matter how much it made his insides slither and revolt, because to ignore it would be to ignore the sacrifices that were being made, if unwillingly, to spare his own brittle body from being beaten and broken.

Watching the effects of the acid, however, was disturbing in a different way than the other inflictions and injuries had been. Black and red... was that possible, for eyes to react so suddenly and hideously?

I did this.

It didn't matter that Tony had taken so many beatings for him. L was fragile, and L was breaking.

I'm sorry.

Something lunged, the woman screamed, and L broke.

Take me, too.

[oncedevil]

Not much was, honestly, the strength and speed of this particular kind of creature is only written about in the darkest supernatural stories. And she now had one baring down on her furious and hungry.

The shout didn't concern him, nor did the acid which seemed about as annoying as slightly too hot water for all the good it did. A little twitch, nothing more, but with her in his claws he twisted and wrenched, aiming to simply rend her apart. Much like everything else about the strange horrifying creature his strength was beyond human, flesh and bone might as well be a rag doll in its grasp.

Hopefully those guards get here soon because he would absolutely love to introduce himself properly.