Darksong17 (10:53:19 PM): Grey gave a stone a hard kick across the pavement. He didn't seem to notice, or rather care, when a kid shortly after shouted. "Ow! Who threw that?" He wasn't in a good mood. Though his father hadn't been able to be reached as usual he'd come to find out. And then he'd be in for it. Oh would he be in for it. For causing trouble to his father, for standing out. He just wanted to see. He needed to see. Was that really so bad? The kid was a waste of air anyway. He ran his tongue along his upper teeth as if counting them while he walked, his hands clasped behind his back as usual, and then sighed a bit.


Someone Else (10:59:02 PM): Pen, meanwhile, grinned and watched the other boy. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his blue windbreaker as his mind flapped around, wondering why hadn't he spoken to this boy before? What kind of person was he?

A kindred spirit. That was it.

He stepped over to Grey, only vaguely aware of the other boy's negative mood.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a bit too loud. Catching himself, he lowered it. “You-you're that kid, right? With the, uh, ammonia?” He grinned sheepishly, shifting his weight from side to side.


Darksong17 (11:02:25 PM): Grey startled out of his own world at the "too loud" voice. He looked vaguely irritated as he glanced over at Pen. His eyes narrowed a bit. "What of it?" He shoved his hands in his pockets as his eyes wandered, waiting for Pen to explain why he had needed to so rudely interrupt his thoughts.


Someone Else (11:06:47 PM): “I--“ He broke into a nervous giggle. He was never terribly confident when it came to interacting with others. He had one friend several years younger than him, but that was pretty much it. He found it hard not to trip over his words. “I thought it was pretty cool, is all,” he continued. “I mean, I've always--well.” He laughed again, forcing his hands deeper into his pockets. “I like science, so, ah… well. Yeah. Do you do science stuff?”

Darksong17 (11:10:00 PM): Grey's eyes wandered back to Pen as he raised an eyebrow. Cool? What had been so cool about it? He hadn't done it to be cool. Strange. Grey looked a bit disinterested again. "Yeah?" He grinned then at Pen. "Yeah, I do "science stuff"" He then looked thoughtful. "Have you ever seen a rabbit with a cats limbs?" He asked suddenly.


Someone Else (11:15:56 PM): His eyes lit up immediately.

“Have you seen that? I mean, I've sort of been--well, I try things. With frogs. But they're dead. So it doesn't work, or I can't tell if it works. And I've just got a little kit, so it's nothing, not really.” His words were traveling too fast for his lips. He inhaled sharply. “Oh man,” he said. “I wish I could do something like that.”


Darksong17 (11:19:30 PM): Grey had a rather superior air to him now. "Of course I've seen it. I've done it." He then looked rather deflated for a moment. "Of course, it's not alive anymore." He scratched chin. No it was in the freezer now. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with it. Maybe make it into some insane chimera thing and stuff it. Not nearly as fun as a living one though. It HAD been alive. But just like all the others he'd watched it fade shortly after he had put it together. He'd shouted at it angrily even. "You can run now instead of hopping all over the goddamn place, why aren't you happy?" But the creature merely seized on the table. Something about rejection wasn't it? Didn't people reject other people's organs? In the end he'd finished it off with a few swift, angry, kicks. Grey looked lost in thought again.


Someone Else (11:21:40 PM): Pen seemed to understand Grey's failure all too well. He frowned. “Ah. Oh.”

There was a pause. He shifted his weight.

“So. Yeah. It was cool. I don't… I don't really meet anyone like me. Who likes science. So, um, your name is Grey, right?”


Darksong17 (11:24:19 PM): Grey's eyes cleared and he waved his hand in a vaguely agitated way. "Yes, yes Grey. But the frogs. Have you tried running an electrical current through em? To see if the muscles work I mean." He looked thoughtful again. "Though maybe that only works if they are freshly killed.." He shrugged. "Your name?"


Someone Else (11:28:38 PM): “Tried that. My parents freaked.” He decided to leave out the part where he electrocuted himself in the process. “Besides, I'm sure you need to do something crazy with the nerves and all that stuff.”

He smiled faintly. “Pen,” he said. “Is that your real name? Grey?”


Darksong17 (11:31:09 PM): Grey snorted. He'd always been left to his own devices. His father couldn't care less what he did down there in the basement lab. It was a miracle he hadn't killed himself or blown up the house yet. He raised an eyebrow a bit at Pen's name but said nothing more. He didn't feel like getting into a "whose name is weirder" contest. "Sure." he replied to the question of his name with a faint grin as he tapped the toe of one shoe against the pavement a few times.


Someone Else (11:34:41 PM): "So,” he said, his voice suddenly filled with energy. “I was wondering…” And then it became unsure once more. He smiled weakly. “Well, if we could… maybe work on science projects together. Like, experiments and stuff. It's just, I don't meet-- people like you. And my family thinks I'm really weird, and so does everyone else. No one really talks to me here. They think I'm gonna grow up to be a serial killer or something. But you understand, right?”


Darksong17 (11:38:38 PM): Grey was grinning now and he swayed a bit on his feet. Pen was interesting. Pen was naive. Pen was eager. Pen seemed to need someone. Pen would be easy to manipulate. He rather thought the boy was pitiful. "Oh, I understand." He said brightly. No one talked to him either. But he didn't care. "How about you come over after school? I could show you my setup." He grinned widely.


Someone Else (5:29:12 PM): Pen grinned back.

“Of course,” he said, his eyes dancing. “Of course, of course!” He hugged himself. “I can't wait!”


Darksong17 (5:32:39 PM): Grey seemed very pleased indeed. "Great, I'll see you after school then." He replied. The bell rang marking the end of recess and Grey was soon disappearing into the mob of children rushing to go back inside. "Meet you out front of the school!" He managed, before being swept up.






Darksong17 (5:40:04 PM): The steps were steep and wooden, the entire length of them dark as there was no light at the top. Regardless Grey made his way down with his hands in their usual position, hooked behind his back. Once he reached the end he walked over and flipped a switch. Despite it being to dark to see it he seemed to have memorized exactly where it was.

The unfinished basement immediately lit up brightly with the hanging flouresent lamps scattered around it. There were many tables, a few sinks, various tools (surgical and otherwise) laying around, chemistry sets, and tons of animals in small wire cages.


Someone Else (5:42:02 PM): Pen let out a small gasp. He quickly glanced at Grey, and then looked out at the room again, in utter awe.

“This is serious stuff,” he said slowly, so stunned that he was having trouble forming his words. “How did you get these things?”


Darksong17 (5:44:33 PM): Grey gave a rather cold and condescending laugh at Pen's obvious awe. He shrugged then. "Most if it's dad's old stuff. Before he found his "calling"" He gave a derisive snort at that. His expression brightened then. "Want to see the rabbit with cat legs?"

Someone Else (8:04:03 PM): “Yesplease,” he said in one breath. He ran his hand over a rather large microscope to his left, quickly losing his attention-- and then snapped back to the world, looking at and meeting Grey's eyes. “Take me to it, please.”

Darksong17 (8:09:04 PM): Grey grinned widely and then practically skipped up to a large freezer. He pulled it open and glanced back at Pen. There were quite a few bodies in there actually, but at the bottom was the creature Grey wanted to show Pen. "I tried to put it together before school." He shrugged. "It died like they always do." He grinned and crouched before it.

The stitch work on the legs was primitive but still impressive for a twelve year old. "We should give it another animals head." He said decidedly. True it wasn't as cool dead as it would be alive but really he could stuff it and it'd still be kind of neat. He shot Pen a devious grin. "The next door neighbors have a chihuahua.. yappy little piece of shit." He looked thoughtful. "You'll help me catch it won't you Pen?" His eyes locked with the other boys.


Someone Else (8:13:10 PM): He bit his lip, thinking.

“It's dead, though. Shouldn't we be starting fresh, with a live animal? But I mean, adding a head… well, we probably couldn't avoid death, right?” He laughed softly. It was no longer that of a boy's, but of a genuinely concerned scientist. He was like a different person with this work. That's why he knew it was made for him.


Darksong17 (8:16:51 PM): Grey frowned and scratched his head. Pen had a point. It'd look neat sure but would it really be all that exciting dead? Anyone could do that. Grey stood quickly and kicked the door shut with his foot. He was clearly irritated at having this pointed out.

"Yeah, well you got any ideas on how to keep these things alive?" He muttered defensively. Just then there was a creak from upstairs and some footsteps. Grey froze in place, his eyes rolling upwards towards the ceiling. Crap. Ok.. crap. His dad was never home.. why now? But it was ok.. his dad never came down here anymore. Never.


Someone Else (8:19:48 PM): “Not removing the head, for one,” he said with a chuckle. He didn't seem to care much about the footsteps. “Have you tried putting the animals in ice while you make the move? Or there's, like, y'know… lasers. They won't bleed if you cut off their limbs with that. Do you have any lasers?” Excited with the idea, he moved around the lab, observing all that he could. Grey didn't have to be in the room anymore. It was only Pen. Pen and Science alone.


Darksong17 (8:23:40 PM): Grey snapped out of it and glared at Pen. "Yes, obviously." "And it's called a cauterizing tool." He practically sneered. "I don't have one obviously." He watched Pen begin to explore.

"Don't touch anything." His tone was very authorative. After all, in his mind Pen was his subordinate. However Grey was soon again distracted by footsteps upstairs. He fidgeted a bit nervously.


Someone Else (8:25:28 PM): “Mmhm.” He paused and looked up, smiling faintly. “Does your dad know how? I mean, this is his stuff, right?”

Darksong17 (8:26:43 PM): Grey was about to reply when the door to the basement opened. His mouth closed and he jolted a bit. Licking his lips quickly he practically hissed at Pen "Hide"

Someone Else (8:30:04 PM): Pen stared at him for a moment before the word fully hit him. He frantically moved behind some of the larger testing equipment, nearly tripping over himself. He wedged himself between the equipment and the wall.

He didn't know what was going on, but when Grey said that… wow. He was going to hide.


Darksong17 (8:32:39 PM): Mere seconds after Pen had hidden himself Grey's father was heading down the stairs. Grey needed to busy himself with something. He quickly turned on heel and pulled open the freezer again as if checking for something. Grey's father rather acted as if his son wasn't there, seemingly searching for something.


Someone Else (8:37:47 PM): Pen suddenly realized that he was panting from the sudden influx of energy, and clamped his mouth shut, desperately trying to bury the sound.

The thing was, when a body is panting, it means that it, oh, I don't know… needs air.

Within moments, Pen was surged by a sudden sensation of vertigo. He tried grabbing the equipment for balance, but couldn't quite grip it. Before he was fully aware of what was happening, he fell to the ground with a THUD.


Darksong17 (8:42:41 PM): Grey and his father had rather opposite reactions. Grey himself froze, looking a bit horrified. Oh yes he was so screwed. His father on the other hand recognized the sound well enough. Let's just say he knew what it sounded like when a body hit the floor. The man spun around, his eyes instantly locking onto Pen's form. He still wore his lab coat from work, complete with a fresh chemical stain on the front.

There was little emotion or registration from the man, instead his eyes wandered coldly to Grey. "Friend?" He asked, deadly cold. Grey laughed nervously. "Don't know im. Musta snuck in." He shot a glance and a small, semi-apologetic grin at Pen that quite clearly said "Sorry, bud every man for himself."


Someone Else (8:46:25 PM): Pen couldn't quite form words. They hung in the back of his throat.

“What?” he managed to say. He was not so much feeling betrayed as confused. Who was this man? Who's for who with the what now?

“Are you Grey's father?” he asked, putting two and two together. He got to his knees.


Darksong17 (11:05:42 PM): Grey's father didn't respond, instead he was across the floor probably faster than Pen could blink, seizing the boy by his arm. "Come with me." He said calmly, though his grip was vice-like as he pulled Pen towards the stairs. Grey merely watched, stifling a giggle at Pen being dragged. He wouldn't be laughing long though and he damn well knew it.


Someone Else (11:08:05 PM): “G-Grey!” Pen pleaded, doing his best to pull away, though his strength hardly matched that of an adult's. The sense of betrayal was hitting him now, right in the face. He struggled furiously.


Darksong17 (11:11:40 PM): Grey's father hardly seemed to notice the struggle. He was used to struggle. He practically dragged Pen up the stairs and then to the front door of the house. He shoved Pen out the door but didn't let go at first, instead leaning in. "You won't speak a word of this am I right?" His eyes were locked with Pen's.

Last thing he needed were animal rights and child protective services on his ass for having a kid in a basement lab and animals kept horribly. Last thing he needed was police attention at all. For a few other reasons.


Someone Else (11:14:18 PM): Poor Pen didn't even think about the Science, not now. He saw nothing wrong with it, nothing even slightly out of the ordinary. The man's words, then, meant nothing to him.

This didn't really matter, though. He was terrified. He quickly nodded his head anyway.


Someone Else (11:16:38 PM): "Good." Grey's father said slowly. He released Pen's arm at last and the door slammed shut in the boy's face shortly thereafter.






Darksong17 (11:29:02 PM):   Grey wasn't looking so good today. His eyes had dark circles underneath and he looked tired. He limped a bit and had a large bruise across one side of his face. When a teacher had asked where he'd gotten it he'd replied rather mockingly and sarcastic with "I collided with a wall."... Which wasn't entirely untruthful. He was wandering the playground lost in thought when a boy walked up to him.

Grey looked up from his feet at the boy with what he thought was a very clear "I'll rip your eyes out" type of look but the boy didn't seem to notice. Instead he thrust a soccar ball into Grey's hands. "Wanna play?" He asked. His buddies were waiting behind him. Grey looked down at the ball in his hands and found himself wondering. What would happen if he punted it straight into the kids face? At this range? How much damage would be done? He wouldn't really be able to tell probably.. but it sounded like fun anyway.

He let the ball drop and then gave it his hardest kick. The other boy was on his back before he could blink and oh what a brilliant spray of crimson that was. The boy was screaming and gushing at the nose but Grey just smiled faintly. "That was fun. Let's play again sometime." He wandered past the boy as his friends moved to help him.


Someone Else (11:31:08 PM): And then there was Pen. He just stood there, staring numbly at Grey.

“Bad mood?” he asked. His voice carried a certain poison to it that seemed almost uncharacteristic. He shifted his weight.


Darksong17 (11:34:58 PM): Grey looked up at him and managed a crooked grin. One side of his face was rather painful. "You might say that." Actually he was feeling a bit better now. He made a come-hither motion with one finger and started to walk towards where no other students were playing, expecting Pen to follow. They ended up near the uneven bars on the playground.

He reached into his pocket then and drew something out, thrusting it towards Pen. A rather dazed looking frog blinked a few times. But it was a live one. Hadn't Pen complained about only having dead one's? "A present." The tone was a bit mocking.


Someone Else (11:39:19 PM): Pen looked at Grey, looked at the frog, looked at Grey once more, and then took it from him.

“My dad'll kill me if he found out.” He gave a cynical laugh. His gaze was still hard and cold as he surveyed Grey. He would never lose his temper like the other boys, but his glare, oh his glare could kill.

It was something he lost when he got older.


Darksong17 (11:42:17 PM): "Shame." Grey licked his lips a bit. Pen was different today. It was a huge change, he'd never of imagined the boy had a side like this. Not the timid eager little thing he'd seen yesterday. "So. About yesterday. That's a rarity. Dad coming home that is." He put his hands in his pockets. "It probably won't happen again. So unless you're to scared, care to play again today?" He gave another crooked grin.


Someone Else (11:45:19 PM): It was tempting, oh it was tempting…

To be there with all that science, it was almost worth everything.

He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Opened it again, and then-

“Sure,” he said, his bitterness beginning to break away. He tried to hold it up, to pretend that he was still furious, but it came off as thin and rehearsed. “But don't do anything funny, like last time.”


Darksong17 (11:47:44 PM): Grey snorted. "I didn't do anything funny I just lied. And you obviously faired better than I did. But he won't be there this time so don't worry about it." He leaned against the uneven bars. "Same place after school then." He grinned. "I got something special today."







Darksong17 (12:18:34 PM): Grey plopped the jug of ammonia on the table, eyeing Pen expectantly for his reaction. "Look what I found." He grinned. Pen was rather versatile in Grey's eyes. Subordinate.. test subject.. all the same right? A subordinate could work as a test subject no? Well in his eyes it worked.

Pen had rather made a fool of Grey the previous day, what with pointing out Grey's impulsive decision to create a dead chimera seeing as he wasn't having much luck creating a live one. And then of course he'd gotten Grey in trouble, even if it was Grey's fault really.

But this wasn't about revenge.. that was just icing on the cake. This was about science. What would happen? Would Pen go into convulsions? Would he explode? Would he die? That might be troublesome. But then he could cut Pen open. Think about it.. his first human dissection! He could just hide the body afterwards.


Someone Else (12:22:10 PM): Pen's mouth flickered into a hesitant smile. He still wasn't able to fully trust Grey, not in the least, but if he was going to do something interesting with Science, well…

“Cool,” he said. “Ammonia. What's it for?”


Darksong17 (12:23:36 PM): Grey looked at him like he was stupid. "You forgot already? I wanted to see what it does. When ingested that is." His grin was twitching a bit now. Maybe it was Grey's turn for his "science" side to show it's colors.


Someone Else (12:28:20 PM): Pen looked at him.

“Oh,” he said slowly. “Are we going to do it on one of the animals or something? And we can take notes, right?” He fidgeted. There was something about Grey, something about his eyes that said they wouldn't be doing it to the animals.


Darksong17 (12:31:36 PM): Indeed Grey's eyes were dancing now. "No Pen, you see I'm a bit tired of animals. They aren't interesting. I wanted to see what it would do to a person." He lifted the jug again and thrust it towards Pen. "All in the name of science right Pen?" His grin widened and he looked rather excited. He hoped Pen at least stayed conscious long enough to tell him what it felt like. That would be useful information to.


Someone Else (12:39:57 PM): Pen eyes focused on the jug in his hands. He was finding it hard to speak.

“It's poison,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “That's probably not such a good idea, y'know? I mean, I'd rather watch.”


Darksong17 (12:43:00 PM): Grey laughed a bit unevenly. "Of course you would. If it helps at all I don't think it'll kill you." He grinned. "You don't have to drink the whole jug, just a few gulps right?" Suddenly Grey's demeanor grew rather cold and the grin left his face as he thrust the jug hard against Pen's chest.

"You were watching weren't you? I'll say the same thing I said to to the last..." His eyes locked with Pen's. "You can drink it, or I can make you drink it." He gave a faint, unpleasant smile.


Someone Else (12:47:29 PM): “I-I…” His voice faded off, as he looked back down at the ammonia. “It won't kill me right?” he asked softly. He had given up. He sounded broken. “I'll learn some interesting things, right?”


Darksong17 (12:49:26 PM): The grin crept a little wider and Grey's eyes positively lit up. "It won't kill you" He assured Pen. As if he had any idea. "I'll take notes you see?" He pulled a pen and notepad from his pocket. "So yes. We'll learn."


Someone Else (12:58:07 PM): “Cool.” He gave a thin, unsteady laugh. He pushed the jug to his lips, hesitated, and then took a swing.

The second the ammonia met his mouth, he let out an unearthly shriek. It was burning, it was burning. He frantically tried to spit it out, tried to do anything to get it out, anything. He dropped to his knees and took the rest of the jug with him, somehow managing to stand it up on the ground without knocking it over.

He turned away and doubled over, trembling violently with the pain. He made vague choking noises and covered his neck and mouth with hands, as if touching it could relieve the intense pain that scattered from nerve to nerve.

He was like a little ball. A pathetic, trembling little ball.


Darksong17 (1:01:34 PM): Grey looked far to excited with this. In fact all he could do at first was watch Pen writhe, the grin never leaving his face. Well obviously it hurt. Oh right notes. He quickly moved to crouch beside Pen. "Well? What's it feel like?" He couldn't keep the edge of amusement from his voice. "What's it doing?"





Darksong17 (1:08:13 PM): Grey frowned, his pen still poised over the notepad. Maybe Pen couldn't speak. Maybe if he waited, Pen would die and then he could look inside and see. He could see for himself. "Are you dying?" He asked quickly. He didn't sound the least bit worried, actually he sounded rather excited.. even a bit hopeful.


Someone Else (1:15:42 PM): He shook his head. My mouth, my mouth, he wanted to say. The idea of moving said mouth, however, made him shudder.

He certainly didn't think he was dying, but then again, he had never really known pain like this. He whimpered pathetically.

There was a click, and then a creak from the top of the stairs. Perhaps the door was opening?


Darksong17 (1:18:16 PM): Grey looked disappointed. He was about to tell Pen to at least open his mouth and let Grey see when he heard the click and creak of the door from the top of the stairs. He froze and then gave a quick glance over his shoulder.

Had he missed footsteps? Had his dad come home again? He'd have heard the screaming for sure... Grey let loose a string of curses under his breath.


Someone Else (1:22:10 PM): But the man at the door was not his father. Instead, there was a young man in a white, button-up shirt and a pair of khakis. His maroon eyes almost glowed in the off-light color of the room.

He glided down the steps like some sort of a specter, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Well, well,” he said. His voice was smooth like syrup, effortlessly flowing from his lips. “Sounds like interesting things are happening down here, hmm?”


Darksong17 (1:26:09 PM): At first Grey had a rather strange and irritated reaction upon seeing it wasn't his father. "You're inturrupting.." He trailed off. He'd been about to say "the experiment". But then it had dawned on him that.. y'know.. someone had just walked into his house. He stood quickly and eyed the older kid coldly and not without a good dose of suspicion. "What the hell do you think you're doing...?"


Someone Else (1:31:35 PM): “Oh, Alastor,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. He reached the bottom of the stairs and approached him, his body seemingly gliding without friction. His eyes met Grey's. They were cold and hard and sharp, despite his light tone. “Have you always been such a bad boy?” he asked.

Even Pen found the will to look up at this point. The room was like a different place now… colder, maybe.


Darksong17 (1:35:22 PM): Grey jolted as if he'd been hit. "You can't know that." He said bluntly. He laughed a bit unevenly. "You can't know that." He took a threatening step forward. "You don't have any right to call me that." His teeth were bared now in something between a slightly maniacal grin and a snarl. "I'll kill you." He hissed. And then he was flying at Aunamee in a fit of rage.


Someone Else (1:40:41 PM): But Aunamee was too quick. He grabbed Grey's upper arms and flung him against the wall, pinning him in place. His nails dug into Grey's arms.

He moved his face close to Grey, so close that his breath danced on his cheeks.

“I need the boy,” he whispered. “I can't have you screwing these things up, you see? Though it's ironic, almost.” He chuckled softly, moving even closer. “You aren't so different. Only,” he pursed his lips. “I'm giving him a job, and for you, well---"

His knee shot up into Grey's gut.


Darksong17 (1:57:36 PM): Grey grunted as he hit the wall and glared a bit wildly at Aunamee. He was about to argue. Pen was his. He'd found him first. But then there was a knee in his gut and that kinda cut that short. Grey jolted forward and coughed, curling a bit as Aunamee's knee impacted him. He wheezed a bit, spit speckling his lips and his eyes rolled up to meet Aunamee's in one of those "I'm going to take you apart with a chainsaw. And enjoy it" type of looks


Someone Else (2:03:45 PM): Aunamee gave a curt laugh and let him go.

“You don't know what you're up against,” he muttered, grinning.

He turned to Pen. “Get up,” he said. “I'll get some treatment for your mouth.”

The pain had subsided somewhat, and the newcomer had such power in his voice, that Pen wasn't about to ignore him. He stood up unsteadily, hands still clamped around his mouth.


Darksong17 (2:13:20 PM): Well now Grey wasn't about to let Aunamee get away with this! He hesitated though. How had Aunamee known? How had he known? Aunamee really just needed to die.

And oh how convenient. A surgical drill was right there on the table. He snatched it up and gave it a test. Functional indeed. He leaned against the wall for support, one hand still over his stomach and the other clutching the drill as he laughed unsteadily. "Step away from him."


Someone Else (2:18:41 PM): Aunamee sent a glare at him, a cold and chilling glare that could grip at your spinal cord and pull you down to the floor.

“You don't want to do that,” he said darkly.

He meant it.

Pen froze, watching Grey with horror. Was he rescuing him? Who was rescuing whom? Which side was he on? He squeezed his eyes shut.


Darksong17 (2:23:33 PM): Grey felt it alright and for a split second there was the more sane reaction of "fear" that jolted through him. It was soon overridden however. Grey then made it quite clear which side Pen would want to be on. "He's mine." He laughed darkly. "He's mine." He looked excited. "I'm going to dissect him you know? I'm going to cut him open and see how he works." He giggled. His expression then darkened again. "You're in my way." And then he was moving, drill screaming to life, clutched in his hand as he attacked Aunamee.


Someone Else (5:29:20 PM): Aunamee's hand shot out and he grabbed Grey's wrist, twisting it around and snapping the bones with a clinkclinkCLINK. He pulled Grey close to him, holding the boy's broken wrist in such a way that the drill was mere inches from his chest.

“You won't be dissecting anyone,” he hissed, now grinning himself. “Unless you want to move your hand forward and burrow a hole through your own body.”

He brought Grey's hand even closer, the drill still whirling.


Darksong17 (5:34:25 PM): Grey could feel the snapping, no pain yet, just the snapping of bones. He gasped but then he was being drawn in, the drill dangerously close to him now. And then the pain hit. His face contorted and he made a pained noise, biting deep into his lip in an attempt to keep more from escaping.

He was shaking violently with the pain, his eyes darting down to watch the drill coming closer. "L-let go.." His voice came out a shaky whimper despite his best efforts. It sounded desperate. Weak.


Someone Else (5:36:49 PM): Aunamee loved this. Really, he did.

He threw Grey to the ground, but not before prying the drill from his fingers and clicking it off. He looked over him, evidently pleased.

“Pen,” he said, his eyes still on Grey. “Let's go, shall we?”

Pen was shivering at this point. His friend wanted to dissect him. His friend wanted to dissect him. And then this older boy, this-- what did he want?

He saw something in Aunamee though, something inherently... soothing. He nodded quickly and ran over to him.



Darksong17 (5:41:09 PM): Grey was preoccupied clutching his shattered hand and unsuccessfully attempting to supress moans of pain. He made no effort to get up. What if his hand was done for? What if he was useless now? No that couldn't be. He'd make it better. He'd build it anew. Dammit if they couldn't fix it he'd make it even better.

Tears welled up in his eyes but he fought them back down, blood trickling from where he'd bitten his lip. Aunamee would not be getting away this this oh no.. he had to live somewhere around here right?



Someone Else (5:46:05 PM): Pen had so many questions, so many questions, but he wouldn't dare move his mouth, the pain was too much. He clamped his hands tightly over it, eyes fizzling between Grey and Aunamee.

He had a sort of morbid fascination with what happened, actually. That was obscured by the fear, though. It was too much.

Aunamee smiled and wordlessly led Pen from the basement. He said nothing, but Pen felt comfortable, somehow. Aunamee had saved him. Or something.


Darksong17 (5:50:10 PM): Grey heard them leave as he worked on slowing his breathing and calming himself. That was ok. That was ok..  He'd have his day... oh yes he would. He sat up and extended his broken hand towards the doorway they had just left through. There was some rather sickening cracking sounds as he forced the shattered hand into a fist, his teeth clenched almost to breaking through the pain. He'd have his day.