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Entry tags:
Oktoberfest '07 Entry, Game, by Leora
Title: Game
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roseisrain
Beta (if applicable): N/A
Word Count: 2,014
Rating: R-ish
Character(s): Claire, Larxene, mentions of Wesker and Renji
Pairing(s) (if applicable): N/A.
Summary: Claire's a little curious. Larxene's more than willing to help.
Notes (if applicable): This is weird and possibly a little disturbing. SORRY. I started this at 4am last night and finished at 12am just now, so this is the result of a sleep deprived mind. Apologizes for suckiness and/or rape of Larxene's character.
The first time Claire learned about her power, she'd started off slow. Maybe her hand would linger over an open flame for a few moments, or she'd "accidentally" nick herself hard enough that she could see the muscle and skin sow themselves together. It became a morbid fascination she kept to herself and later on, Zach. After a while, she'd grown used to seeing bones sticking out of her skin, hearing the sickening crack the bone would make as it broke and then as it was snapped back into place. She'd grown used to the fact that she was a freak.
As much as she'd feared and even hated her power at first, it was sorely missed in Landel's. Claire realized she'd grown too comfortable with the fact that she could bleed and break and just as easily be put back together. She'd almost started to like it, wanting to know just how far she could push herself. Death was something that wasn't so scary anymore.
She'd wanted to be normal and this was the closest she got (wish granted Claire, she thought to herself. Nice job!). To be able to truly experience pain, to possibly even die permanently from her wounds. It was scary. She'd been attacked multiple times, unable to fight back, and her only defense was weakened. Claire was tired of feeling utterly useless, always afraid she'd heal too slowly if she got hurt too badly. It caused her to be meeker these nightshifts.
It was probably why she'd come up with this crazy idea to begin with.
Claire needed to know her limits. She needed to know how far she could be pushed so that she wouldn't be so afraid of every shadow that came at her.
Wesker was out of the question. As her father, he could answer questions she had, but she wasn't about to ask this of him. She couldn't ask him to break and cut into parts of her body - it just didn't seem right, even if a part of her told her he might not say no. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Renji wouldn't do it (and would probably look at her like she was crazy), either. No one else she knew would be so willing to harm another person. Which is why she'd gone to Larxene.
It was a last resort, and probably not the wisest choice, but her roommate was only too happy to help with her little experiment. Not that it was a surprise. Claire only needed to touch her now short cut hair to be reminded how eager Larxene was about mutilating her. There was no escaping the fact that she could harm Claire whenever she felt like it, but at least this time Claire felt more in control (and she was awake).
The nymph was a sadist and she was a masochist.
It all worked out.
She wondered if they'd set up all the roommates like this on purpose -- she wouldn't put it past them.
Now Claire was gritting her teeth as the blonde opposite her cut into her skin with a pleased look on her face, her eyes almost glowing with amusement. Claire tried to ignore her and instead stared at the fresh cut, which followed in a steady succession from her wrist to the indent of her elbow. The cuts further down had begun to fade, almost showing the progression of the healing process. Their cell was quiet for a moment except for the slicing of flesh. One of the flashlights was held by Claire so she could get a better view of her wounds as she silently timed how long they took to fade.
"This is fun, Claire," her roommate said. "I'm glad we're getting along. You were so crabby before, but I knew you'd warm up to me."
Claire ignored her, or tried to, as she watched the cuts vanish from her skin entirely. Larxene tsked, taking the scalpel she'd been using on Claire's arm and placing it under her chin, forcing it up.
"You shouldn't ignore me like this. You know what happens when you do that." Lazily, expertly, Laxrene dug the object into Claire's skin a bit, dragging it forward, forcing the girl to lean in a bit. Claire just swallowed and glared at the nymph as best she could, but that was all she could do. Larxene was faster than her, and stronger. There was no way she could win in an all out fight-- last time, she'd just been lucky.
"Sorry," Claire bit out, eager to just get this over with. But Larxene seemed to sense her haste and smiled, a cold smile that had the hair's on Claire's neck standing up. The nymph removed the scalpel from Claire's chin and waved in back and forth in her hands.
"Don't be in such a rush, Claire Bear," she sang, enjoying the way Claire's eyes flared in anger at the nickname. "We're going to take this nice and slow, and enjoy it. How often do we get to bond like this?" With the same, almost eerie sort of devotion she ran the sharp object over Claire's cheek, roughly tearing the flesh she found there before drawing back.
"Move on with it already," Claire snapped. "I want to get this done before the doors open." Her eyes briefly flickered to the forgotten dinner trays on the table, and she adjusted herself on the bed so that she was sitting cross legged like the nymph, and held out her hand in expectation. Larxene grinned and grabbed the pinky, tracing lines on the hand almost lovingly.
"I wonder how long it'll take to break you," she mused, calmly cracking the bone in her hand and ignoring Claire's grunt of pain. "You'll take a while, won't you? Whenever I get bored here I have my own doll to play with. And you do like to play, don't you Claire?" She snapped the next finger without waiting for the first one to heal. The former cheerleader bit her tongue so hard she felt it bleeding, but she was desperate not to cry out too hard and give Larxene any more satisfaction. The sickening noise of bones being broken filled the room until it was broken by Larxene's laughter. Claire nearly flinched as the woman reached out and brushed the small amount of blood from Claire's mouth onto her thumb, reveling in the discomfort Claire got as she licked it clean.
"I'm done," Claire said, watching the pinky snap back into place after a minute, the other digits slowly following in suit. "That's enough for tonight." That was enough for ever. This was getting too weird, even though in the back of Claire's mind she knew it wasn't enough, there was still so much more she could test, so much farther she could be pushed, but suddenly she was realizing what a horrible mistake this was and it was time to get out. Now.
Larxene, apparently, did not agree.
"You aren't done until I say so!" she said, grabbing Claire's arm as the girl tried to turn away. With ease, she broke the smaller girls arm and held her in place by her hair, enjoyed the girl's choked cry. Larxene was towering over her now as she was restrained. "We're playing by my rules, little Claire."
Unable to resist fighting back, Claire ignored the throbbing pain on her head and in her arm. Roughly thrashing, she tumbled from the bed and took Larxene with her, ignoring her own cry of pain as her limp arm hit the floor. Grabbing the place where the bone has broken, she snapped it back into place and waited for it to heal. It was a clean break -- she could have thanked her roommate if she didn't hate her so much.
Claire scrambled upright, waiting for Larxene to attack, but it didn't happen. Instead, the nymph was laughing. She was laughing at her! Claire's face was nearly burning with anger and humiliation as she was addressed.
"What's wrong? Getting too intense for you? Or are you having too much fun, Claire Bear?"
"It mistake to ask for your help." Claire grit her teeth as the nickname slipped passed the nymph's lips again. It had been a sheer coincidence, and Larxene knew nothing about Claire's father - she just knew it annoyed the girl greatly whenever she was called this. So, of course, it became her favorite nickname.
"I think you get a kick out of it. It's a thrill, isn't it?" the cheerleader didn't respond, so Larxene pressed on. "Hey, Claire, I know something even more fun! Have you ever tried hanging yourself?"
Claire visibly tensed. She'd thought about it, in all honesty, (not that she'd ever admit that to Larxene in a million years) but after falling from towers and literally dying once, it didn't seem necessary.
"I wonder how wide your eyes would get when you dropped." the woman mused, as though they were just having a polite discussion over coffee.
"Shut up," Claire hissed, moving her arm slightly, testing the feeling on the newly healed bone. "I just wanted to find something out and I did. I'm not sick like you. I don't get pleasure from pain."
Larxene's eyes could have danced in amusement. Claire didn't know her roommate lacked a heart, but it couldn't have been more apparent as she look through those empty eyes.
"You shouldn't lie, Claire. If I'm sick, you're sick too." blue eyes roamed her figure. "Sicker than me. At least I don't hurt myself. Something's up with your head."
The intercom clicked on and the familiar voice of Martin Landel drifted through the Institute. Normally Claire avoided listening to his constant taunts, but now, she was willing to focus on anything other than the woman across from her. She had to get out of this room the second the doors opened.
"Or maybe it's not that you just like hurting yourself. Have you ever even tried hurting other people? It's a lot more fun," Larxene drawled, a lazy smile painted on her face. Claire glared for a moment before she looked to the floor, looked to the walls, looked anywhere but where she was sitting.
Of course, Larxene wouldn't be ignored for long, and she slid over to Claire, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into her face. The announcement was drawing to a close. Claire shifted a little, ready to bolt.
The second the voice over the intercom faded out and the doors clicked open, Larxene shot her other hand out and without hesitation, snapped Claire's neck, letting her body fall limply to the floor.
She wasn't dead, but she couldn't move. Her blue eyes were wide in shock at first, but then narrowed in anger, following Larxene's movement to the doorway. The nymph made a show of stepping over Claire's form before she stopped, turned around, and waved. "See you tomorrow night, Claire!" she said, before closing the door and leaving Claire in darkness.
Frustrated and left in the dark, she ran through everything Larxene had said. Lies. They were all just lies. She didn't have some morbid fascination with her own pain! It was just curiosity. Who wouldn't be intrigued by all the possibilities such a power had? Who wouldn't want to push themselves to the limit? Who wouldn't want to see if vital organs would heal themselves, or how hard massive blood loss would affect them, or if they cut off a limb, would it grow back?
She wasn't sick. She wasn't. She was nothing like that woman. Larxene deserved to be locked up in a place like this - she didn't. She was going to get out of here, far away from this woman's sick pleasures, the doctor's taunting voice, and these ridiculous clothes.
Claire waited there until she felt her power kick in, and twisted her head back to the proper position. Grabbing her forgotten flashlight from the bed, she muttered "bitch" before slamming the door to her room behind her.
Author:
roseisrainBeta (if applicable): N/A
Word Count: 2,014
Rating: R-ish
Character(s): Claire, Larxene, mentions of Wesker and Renji
Pairing(s) (if applicable): N/A.
Summary: Claire's a little curious. Larxene's more than willing to help.
Notes (if applicable): This is weird and possibly a little disturbing. SORRY. I started this at 4am last night and finished at 12am just now, so this is the result of a sleep deprived mind. Apologizes for suckiness and/or rape of Larxene's character.
The first time Claire learned about her power, she'd started off slow. Maybe her hand would linger over an open flame for a few moments, or she'd "accidentally" nick herself hard enough that she could see the muscle and skin sow themselves together. It became a morbid fascination she kept to herself and later on, Zach. After a while, she'd grown used to seeing bones sticking out of her skin, hearing the sickening crack the bone would make as it broke and then as it was snapped back into place. She'd grown used to the fact that she was a freak.
As much as she'd feared and even hated her power at first, it was sorely missed in Landel's. Claire realized she'd grown too comfortable with the fact that she could bleed and break and just as easily be put back together. She'd almost started to like it, wanting to know just how far she could push herself. Death was something that wasn't so scary anymore.
She'd wanted to be normal and this was the closest she got (wish granted Claire, she thought to herself. Nice job!). To be able to truly experience pain, to possibly even die permanently from her wounds. It was scary. She'd been attacked multiple times, unable to fight back, and her only defense was weakened. Claire was tired of feeling utterly useless, always afraid she'd heal too slowly if she got hurt too badly. It caused her to be meeker these nightshifts.
It was probably why she'd come up with this crazy idea to begin with.
Claire needed to know her limits. She needed to know how far she could be pushed so that she wouldn't be so afraid of every shadow that came at her.
Wesker was out of the question. As her father, he could answer questions she had, but she wasn't about to ask this of him. She couldn't ask him to break and cut into parts of her body - it just didn't seem right, even if a part of her told her he might not say no. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Renji wouldn't do it (and would probably look at her like she was crazy), either. No one else she knew would be so willing to harm another person. Which is why she'd gone to Larxene.
It was a last resort, and probably not the wisest choice, but her roommate was only too happy to help with her little experiment. Not that it was a surprise. Claire only needed to touch her now short cut hair to be reminded how eager Larxene was about mutilating her. There was no escaping the fact that she could harm Claire whenever she felt like it, but at least this time Claire felt more in control (and she was awake).
The nymph was a sadist and she was a masochist.
It all worked out.
She wondered if they'd set up all the roommates like this on purpose -- she wouldn't put it past them.
Now Claire was gritting her teeth as the blonde opposite her cut into her skin with a pleased look on her face, her eyes almost glowing with amusement. Claire tried to ignore her and instead stared at the fresh cut, which followed in a steady succession from her wrist to the indent of her elbow. The cuts further down had begun to fade, almost showing the progression of the healing process. Their cell was quiet for a moment except for the slicing of flesh. One of the flashlights was held by Claire so she could get a better view of her wounds as she silently timed how long they took to fade.
"This is fun, Claire," her roommate said. "I'm glad we're getting along. You were so crabby before, but I knew you'd warm up to me."
Claire ignored her, or tried to, as she watched the cuts vanish from her skin entirely. Larxene tsked, taking the scalpel she'd been using on Claire's arm and placing it under her chin, forcing it up.
"You shouldn't ignore me like this. You know what happens when you do that." Lazily, expertly, Laxrene dug the object into Claire's skin a bit, dragging it forward, forcing the girl to lean in a bit. Claire just swallowed and glared at the nymph as best she could, but that was all she could do. Larxene was faster than her, and stronger. There was no way she could win in an all out fight-- last time, she'd just been lucky.
"Sorry," Claire bit out, eager to just get this over with. But Larxene seemed to sense her haste and smiled, a cold smile that had the hair's on Claire's neck standing up. The nymph removed the scalpel from Claire's chin and waved in back and forth in her hands.
"Don't be in such a rush, Claire Bear," she sang, enjoying the way Claire's eyes flared in anger at the nickname. "We're going to take this nice and slow, and enjoy it. How often do we get to bond like this?" With the same, almost eerie sort of devotion she ran the sharp object over Claire's cheek, roughly tearing the flesh she found there before drawing back.
"Move on with it already," Claire snapped. "I want to get this done before the doors open." Her eyes briefly flickered to the forgotten dinner trays on the table, and she adjusted herself on the bed so that she was sitting cross legged like the nymph, and held out her hand in expectation. Larxene grinned and grabbed the pinky, tracing lines on the hand almost lovingly.
"I wonder how long it'll take to break you," she mused, calmly cracking the bone in her hand and ignoring Claire's grunt of pain. "You'll take a while, won't you? Whenever I get bored here I have my own doll to play with. And you do like to play, don't you Claire?" She snapped the next finger without waiting for the first one to heal. The former cheerleader bit her tongue so hard she felt it bleeding, but she was desperate not to cry out too hard and give Larxene any more satisfaction. The sickening noise of bones being broken filled the room until it was broken by Larxene's laughter. Claire nearly flinched as the woman reached out and brushed the small amount of blood from Claire's mouth onto her thumb, reveling in the discomfort Claire got as she licked it clean.
"I'm done," Claire said, watching the pinky snap back into place after a minute, the other digits slowly following in suit. "That's enough for tonight." That was enough for ever. This was getting too weird, even though in the back of Claire's mind she knew it wasn't enough, there was still so much more she could test, so much farther she could be pushed, but suddenly she was realizing what a horrible mistake this was and it was time to get out. Now.
Larxene, apparently, did not agree.
"You aren't done until I say so!" she said, grabbing Claire's arm as the girl tried to turn away. With ease, she broke the smaller girls arm and held her in place by her hair, enjoyed the girl's choked cry. Larxene was towering over her now as she was restrained. "We're playing by my rules, little Claire."
Unable to resist fighting back, Claire ignored the throbbing pain on her head and in her arm. Roughly thrashing, she tumbled from the bed and took Larxene with her, ignoring her own cry of pain as her limp arm hit the floor. Grabbing the place where the bone has broken, she snapped it back into place and waited for it to heal. It was a clean break -- she could have thanked her roommate if she didn't hate her so much.
Claire scrambled upright, waiting for Larxene to attack, but it didn't happen. Instead, the nymph was laughing. She was laughing at her! Claire's face was nearly burning with anger and humiliation as she was addressed.
"What's wrong? Getting too intense for you? Or are you having too much fun, Claire Bear?"
"It mistake to ask for your help." Claire grit her teeth as the nickname slipped passed the nymph's lips again. It had been a sheer coincidence, and Larxene knew nothing about Claire's father - she just knew it annoyed the girl greatly whenever she was called this. So, of course, it became her favorite nickname.
"I think you get a kick out of it. It's a thrill, isn't it?" the cheerleader didn't respond, so Larxene pressed on. "Hey, Claire, I know something even more fun! Have you ever tried hanging yourself?"
Claire visibly tensed. She'd thought about it, in all honesty, (not that she'd ever admit that to Larxene in a million years) but after falling from towers and literally dying once, it didn't seem necessary.
"I wonder how wide your eyes would get when you dropped." the woman mused, as though they were just having a polite discussion over coffee.
"Shut up," Claire hissed, moving her arm slightly, testing the feeling on the newly healed bone. "I just wanted to find something out and I did. I'm not sick like you. I don't get pleasure from pain."
Larxene's eyes could have danced in amusement. Claire didn't know her roommate lacked a heart, but it couldn't have been more apparent as she look through those empty eyes.
"You shouldn't lie, Claire. If I'm sick, you're sick too." blue eyes roamed her figure. "Sicker than me. At least I don't hurt myself. Something's up with your head."
The intercom clicked on and the familiar voice of Martin Landel drifted through the Institute. Normally Claire avoided listening to his constant taunts, but now, she was willing to focus on anything other than the woman across from her. She had to get out of this room the second the doors opened.
"Or maybe it's not that you just like hurting yourself. Have you ever even tried hurting other people? It's a lot more fun," Larxene drawled, a lazy smile painted on her face. Claire glared for a moment before she looked to the floor, looked to the walls, looked anywhere but where she was sitting.
Of course, Larxene wouldn't be ignored for long, and she slid over to Claire, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look into her face. The announcement was drawing to a close. Claire shifted a little, ready to bolt.
The second the voice over the intercom faded out and the doors clicked open, Larxene shot her other hand out and without hesitation, snapped Claire's neck, letting her body fall limply to the floor.
She wasn't dead, but she couldn't move. Her blue eyes were wide in shock at first, but then narrowed in anger, following Larxene's movement to the doorway. The nymph made a show of stepping over Claire's form before she stopped, turned around, and waved. "See you tomorrow night, Claire!" she said, before closing the door and leaving Claire in darkness.
Frustrated and left in the dark, she ran through everything Larxene had said. Lies. They were all just lies. She didn't have some morbid fascination with her own pain! It was just curiosity. Who wouldn't be intrigued by all the possibilities such a power had? Who wouldn't want to push themselves to the limit? Who wouldn't want to see if vital organs would heal themselves, or how hard massive blood loss would affect them, or if they cut off a limb, would it grow back?
She wasn't sick. She wasn't. She was nothing like that woman. Larxene deserved to be locked up in a place like this - she didn't. She was going to get out of here, far away from this woman's sick pleasures, the doctor's taunting voice, and these ridiculous clothes.
Claire waited there until she felt her power kick in, and twisted her head back to the proper position. Grabbing her forgotten flashlight from the bed, she muttered "bitch" before slamming the door to her room behind her.