In The Name Of The Father [1/1]
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theinsaneeraser Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Angst
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Mentions of character death. Explicit torture, not hugs and puppies people.
Word Count: 623
Summary: “Dad, daddy.” Her voice was small, but her face held determination.
Notes: I blame this completely on the rpo me and my friend are doing. Link to my Massive Archive of Bingos, Exchanges and BigBangs HERE
He knew she was hiding, and it was only a matter of time until she came out, until the sound of per fathers screaming would over power her survival instincts. She’d beg, beg and cry for him to stop. He wouldn’t, he make her watch; she should watch. They were tainted, unworthy of the power they possessed; they needed to be purged. Still, didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with it. They were worse then demons, worse then disobedient angels and they were his to do with as they please.
He drew the knife, a crud instrument and not one he normally dabbled into but it was doing the trick, leaving a messy trail of blood to match with the screams echoing through the house. Humans were so fragile, all skin and nerves and death came so easy for them. He almost felt sorry for them, but not quite. He could never feel sorry for people who claimed powers that only their father should have. No, they deserved this.
He dug the blade in, letting it shred away flesh, electing another scream from the man’s throat before the soft padding of socked feet on hardwood. He lifted his head and there she stood, eyes red from crying but still a blazing green that held hatred he’d never before seen in a child. Her brown curly hair was a mess, awoken from a troubled sleep no doubt, her hands fisted at her side, catching in her blue nightgown.
“Dad, daddy.” Her voice was small, but her face held determination.
“R…run Kari.” The man underneath his knife cried out to the girl in the door way before Raphael’s fist came down on his head, sending him to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Her hands flew to her mouth, a high pitched sound slipping from her lips before she turned to run. She was fast, Raphael almost didn’t catch her, but his fingers locked around her wrist and pulled her back, throwing her to the ground, where he made quick work of restraining her, lifting her to her knees and then grabbing her hair, making her watch as he returned – this time with only one hand – to carving up the body of her father as he slowly bled to death.
She didn’t beg, but he could feel the tremors of her sobs as she tried to be strong. Once he had rendered the man into the same state as the other he moved down to the girl, whose eyes had gone strangely blank. Such a broken look for a nine year old, but she was vermin, as were they, tainted blood and stolen powers. He lifted her head by her hair, making her stare him in the eyes as he brought the knife down, cutting a thin slice down her inner thigh before he brought it up once more.
She stared up at him with those eyes, glossy and faded, the fight in them gone before something flared up in them like fire. He stared down at her with shock and let her go, the smell of burning wood filling his nostrils as the house started to catch on fire. He stared down at her as she collapsed to the floor, pulling her knees into herself as the fire burned around her. He took the knife and stabbed it into her wrist, pinning her to the floor before he was gone, appearing outside the house as he watched it burn.
He could hear her cries for her fathers, hear the anguish in her voice before it too was cut off, the house collapsing; the child could not survive it.
His work was done.
The End
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on 2010-07-19 06:25 am (UTC)Sandra
on 2010-09-18 03:44 pm (UTC)Raphael pissed at humans plus he has better imagination then Zach and he is a healer, he would know exactly were it hurts the most and how to be effective in torturing.
Nice job with writing.
Re: Sandra
on 2010-09-18 03:50 pm (UTC)