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towerofanimus2012-02-07 12:54 am
theherourherocouldbelike) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-07 12:54 am
Entry tags:
1st dungeon
Characters: OU Link (Skyward Sword) and anyone! The thread with Ghirahim will be taking place after all the other threads and even though he is bleeding badly, he won't die in any other thread.
Setting: In hallways and rooms, doesn't really matter!
Format: I'll follow but I'm not good at tl;dring in prose.
Summary: Link is dying and wondering why nothing is helping.
Warnings: Character death and blood also possible spoilers for Skyward Sword! Tell me in the subject lines if you don't want to be spoiled and I'll do my best!
[Link was breathing very heavily by the time he made it into a hallway. He had been running non-stop while bleeding out the stomach but he wasn't prepared to stop just yet. He wasn't ready to die.
So, he makes his way into a room, someone's dormitory. Your dormitory. He doesn't care who lives there, all that matters is that there is a chair in the corner of your room and he is sitting in it.]
Setting: In hallways and rooms, doesn't really matter!
Format: I'll follow but I'm not good at tl;dring in prose.
Summary: Link is dying and wondering why nothing is helping.
Warnings: Character death and blood also possible spoilers for Skyward Sword! Tell me in the subject lines if you don't want to be spoiled and I'll do my best!
[Link was breathing very heavily by the time he made it into a hallway. He had been running non-stop while bleeding out the stomach but he wasn't prepared to stop just yet. He wasn't ready to die.
So, he makes his way into a room, someone's dormitory. Your dormitory. He doesn't care who lives there, all that matters is that there is a chair in the corner of your room and he is sitting in it.]
trigger warning here for dismemberment and super gore!
[ Oh, Link dear, he wasn't joking.
If you thought all the times he jokingly cut you in the other battles were bad, you are not even going to BEGIN to know the pain of having that sword slowly go through bone and out the other end, leaving the arm to separate from his body completely.
The cut is slow and long and agonizing; after all, ripping tendons and tearing through flesh takes a little work! He isn't near done, however, because the moment Link stumbles back, he takes advantage of this to sneer at him as he pulls that sword away, licking the blood off of it.
And now, Link dear, he will using the OTHER sword to cleave a nice little path into your other arm and on the rest of you. The more you bleed, the happier he will be. Or attempting to, at least, making incisions, but not... going in for the other big cut JUST yet. ]
Oh yeah, def trigger warning
He's trying to not but as his arm is slowly ripped off his body, he couldn't help the painful shriek escaping his mouth. He drops to his knees and his other hand starts to move over to his socket but before he could even hold onto it in pain, there was a sword being stabbed between his other arm and his torso, slowly severing each tendon, each vein.
He was scared. He was scared beyond belief and he couldn't hide it. His eyes were wide as his own blood stains the floor underneath him. His ears were ringing as he could only hear his own screams as his other arm was being slowly torn off.
The mere fact that he was letting himself be terrified, scared him.]
This is terrible ha ha oh my god.
He intended to keep it. It satisfies him beyond words, to see the person who had single-handedly ruined far more than a few hundred years of planning, of waiting, of hoping and hoping that things would go RIGHT slowly dying and bleeding and screaming in pain as he literally tears him limb from limb.
He had made a vow that he would give this boy a most painful death, and he had not been kidding. There was no more playing around, no more guilty pleasure of letting himself think Link would've done the smart thing and preserved his life like any animal. No more wondering or testing or seeing what was going on.
Link had had a chance, he had failed. This time, it was LINK who was weak, who could not comprehend the situation that was going on, who was faced with the unstoppable.
He laughs.
And laughs. It's emotional laughter, it's satisfied laughter, and it's... definitely not SANE laughter, because this is hundreds, maybe THOUSANDS of years of pent up frustration and sadness and Link had taken his MASTER away from him, his EVERYTHING, his purpose, he deserved every single cut and bruise and scrape and every scream was validation to him that Link deserved this.
Oh, did he ever. And he continues, until really, he hopes all Link can feel anymore is pain, pure and simple pain. He takes off the other arm and lifts the boy by his hair, hollow white eyes staring at him with malice, fangs bared in a sneering smile. ]
Beg for mercy. Beg for my forgiveness, human... and I might end it a little more quickly.
[ This is not a human; no, it is true now that this is not something that comprehends anything less than causing anything else pain. It is a weapon, plain and simple. It knows nothing else but to kill. ]
I feel. So bad. For Link.
So, he bares his teeth and keeps quiet.]
yeeeeep, but. NO REGRETS. /speeds things up a bit!!!
[ Oh, Link. You make this too saddeningly easy.
Perhaps it was that determination that made him so intent on seeing him suffer all the way through. There is a snap of his fingers, and the two are taken to the eleventh floor. Ironic, really, that such a beautiful, scenic place would be where Link would spend his remaining hours.
But perhaps that was Ghirahim's intent. He admires Link's courage, at least.
By the time the violence, or the majority of it is over (and there has just been a sickening amount of it that almost no human could comprehend), he has done nothing less than, of course, rid Link of all his limbs.
The finality of it, of course, would be the puncturing of the boys lungs as he leaves him suspended by his hair in the open air, to die slowly of drowning in his own blood. Magic will keep you there, Link. Enjoy your slow painful death, because it WILL be just that.
And when it is over with, Ghirahim will be back to further use your poor body as a message to everyone else... ]
NO REGRETS AT ALL
Dammit....
[Hanging there, he bowed his head so Ghirahim couldn't see the few little tears fall out the corner of his eyes. He wasn't crying because he was sad, he was crying because he was angry. He let everyone down.
Whenever one of the knights on Skyloft died, they died with honor. They were mourned for and given funerals. Everyone remembered them as heroes. They all served the island well, fighting off monsters in the night and saving little girls after they've fallen off the edge. They deserved the respect they got. It was a knight's duty to protect until they could not protect anymore.]
[Link? Why, he had done nothing. He couldn't protect Zelda, he could even protect himself. He was no hero, he was hardly a knight.]
Dammit, dammit, dammit!
[Yelling had him coughing pretty hardly, blood spattering out of his mouth and now dripping down his chin. He was pissed, he was sad, he was disappointed. Before he completely lost consciousness, he utters one last thing, just quiet enough that Ghirahim wouldn't be able to hear.]
...I'm sorry...