towerofanimus | Visions of Envy (Closed)

Characters: [AU2] Chloe, [AU2] Rose & [AU2] John
Setting: Starting in the Gallery, and going to the Torture Room Floor afterwards
Format: Action Spam unless Prose is desired. (Post Order established by first three posts)
Summary: A glass of wine that was supposed to go bad ends up going a whole hell of a lot worse because of a Lorophage's intervention.
Rating: R - Since it's mostly violence, and I've rarely seen violence mature-locked I won't be locking it.
Warnings: Violence, lots and lots of violence. Torture. Drug use. Impromptu and very crude surgery. Blood. Gore. Insanity. Demons. Yeah, ummm... someone's probably going to die, possibly Chloe, possibly Rose and John, maybe even all three of them.

[Chloe was holding a bottle of wine, a small pouch and a bottle of water, just in case a certain someone didn't feel like booze. She'd already laced the water with some of the mushroom powder in the palmed bag. Oh, teasing and tormenting the two of them while they suffered hallucinations would be fun... and she could blame it on the tower.

She needed the stress release, and Kirika wasn't safe, nor was she around her right now. Really, she wasn't planning to hurt them that much. Maybe scare Rose with the memories of their first meeting? She'd seen a painting in the gallery that would work wonders in that...

But, as she turned the corner, there ahead of time of the two where she'd told Rose to meet them, it was there waiting. She'd just set the bottles down when she saw it. It was like a mosquito, only almost her height and half again. As her hands darted for the knives, it sprain, slamming her against the wall. The probe lanced through after she'd been twisted, going into her skull from behind, and she could see...

It was like she was living the days as a drone all over again, feeling the need to punish, to break, the malfunctioning urges. Worse, she could see the visions Parsee had brought to her once, long ago, the envious, bitter want and craving. Why did they get to be happy together like this? Why did anyone? She... she was always alone.

She collapsed to her knees, panting, eyes wide and a sick grin concealed in her hair as the thing darted away, sated for now. A little giggle came and she checked the back of her head. No blood.]

Didn't she say she wanted to be with him forever?

[getting up, she tried to get the crazy look out of her eyes. Her... toys would be here soon.]

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[[She bit her tongue to keep from yelping, stopping momentarily but still trying to push onward...it's going to take more than that, Chloe.

When Rose Lalonde is determined, it will take a lot more than that to break her. Especially when playing with the lives of her friends.]]

[Damn what John wouldn't give to have telepathy right now. That would just be so A+ in this situation. Since he's all but literally attached to Rose at the hip right now, he too is opting not to move towards the spiky torture box of doom. But it would be a lie to say that between the pain, blood loss, and shroom after effects, he's not feeling woozy right now. His legs are starting to feel less like jello and more like they're non-existent the longer they stand there.]

[So it would seem Rose, but that didn't mean she was going to give up quite yet. Keeping the claw at Rose's back, she reached over for one of her knives, pulling it from a sheathe at her back. Leaning down, she made a slice for one of the girl's achilles' tendons. It would slow them all down, but it would also make it so much harder for her to keep up this concerted defense, not if she was pushing with all of her strength and he was getting to be little more than dead weight.]

Don't worry. she won't have to wait long to join us, John... We'll be together, our blood mingling as we bleed to death slowly. Spikes will pass through all three of us...

[[And that's when she yelps somewhat. Sorry for pulling on your lips, John...but she couldn't help that. When the knife connects, that gets her to stop immediately, lifting the injured foot off the ground a little.

Shit...there's really nothing she can do, is there...?

John...she's sorry.]]

[John yelps as well, what with Rose inadvertently pulling on his own lips and all. He looks to Chloe with hazy eyes, brows furrowing slightly at her words.]

[It's a bit muffled, obviously, but it's obvious that the word that just came out of his mouth was "No." Nothing about that scenario sounds even remotely pleasant. He doesn't want to die but even more than that, he doesn't want Rose to die either.]

[She offers her legs to help support Rose with one of hers crippled now. Of course, it would give the price that she was now directing the path of their progress that much more. And it was clear that, despite John's protests, she was trying to push them towards the open and waiting maiden. It creaked open a little, almost as if it were just waiting for that moment where they were inside.

Every step was bringing them so much closer, like a death march.]

Please, don't die on me before we're together. You were already dead last time. I want us all one before that happens John...

[[As much as she hates it, she can't do anything but lean on the support. At least if she doesn't want to take John down with her. And this means...Chloe is finally moving them in the direction she wants without much fight. At least from Rose.]]

[And with as woozy as John still is, despite not WANTING to die, he can't really put up much of a fight either. But then again, he hasn't been able to for several minutes now so that's really nothing new.]

[He still looks pretty peeved though. Completely ineffectually peeved because there's no way out of this situation as far as he can tell.]

[Step by step, the waiting arms of the maiden drew nearer while the two of them struggled with the pain that they were experiencing and the loss of blood already. As he was being pushed in first, Chloe slipped up behind and pressed in closely to Rose. Flush against her, she hovered there and brushed her lips to hers while one of her booted feet blocked the door for just a second.]

We're going to die together now... we three. Isn't it romantic?

[[No! It's not! She wanted to shout that. She wanted to tell her nothing about this was romantic. And that she didn't like the insinuation of her being any sort of romantic with her fiance. She wanted to threaten Chloe, tell her to back the fuck off, get away from them and stay away from them.

But she couldn't and it was killing her. Instead, she clenched her eyes shut for a few moments and took a deep breath or two, focusing then on John instead. Her eyes say that she isn't scared, but she's very sorry...]]

[Through the haze of pain and fear, anger dimly registers inside John. Nobody is allowed to kiss Rose or talk about romantic things like that with her except for him. Sorry, but he's not really down with the idea of a threeway. Rose is all the girl he needs and nothing about killing people is romantic.]

[Too bad there's nothing he can actually do about it.]

[Truth told, she was still insane from the demon before. It wasn't helping her own mental processes at all. But John was certainly closer than Rose was to catch the faint glimmers of twisted attraction she felt. Her attention was much less on him.

As he felt the spikes against his back, Chloe tilted her head back once and whispered very softly.]

Thank you for giving us a second.

[Her fingers wound around Rose's waist, pulling herself in tight just below the stitch work. The boot slipped in and the doors practically slammed shut, whatever it was she'd talked to having barely waited for this. Spikes drove into her body and pushed hard to drive into John's. With the amount of mass, they would be pressed in an outright squashing situation, the spears driving through both of them at the thighs and body, into Rose's sandwiched frame. Chloe gasped, feeling one on both sides of her neck and feeling her head driven forward by the gouged furrows along the back of her skull as she was forced to tip it forward, eyes on Rose.]

Thank you for letting me share in this moment, however brief...

[Admittedly, the spikes were positioned and meant to avoid the lungs... so this was designed to kill someone slowly. even with all the stitches, none of them would die instantly unless they got lucky and felt a spear jab into the skull.]

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