((Coming from The Gazebo))
After Dolly's death Cillian began to wander, his face covered in blood, as well as his clothes. The rain poured down, and as blood started to drain from his skin, there became a trail behind him. And, as he truly wasn't paying attention to where he was going as Haddy pulled him along, he entered the cave and walked futher until he was all the way inside.
As Haddy let him go, Cillian was left in pitch black. His ice eyes widened in fear and he froze immediately as he started to whimper. He was sure he was back in his room. The room where he spent years.
"Noooo..." Cillian whimpered, "Not again, please."
"Stay still Cillian, it will only hurt more if you move."
"But, I'll be a good boy! I promise!"
The needle stuck into his stomach felt like a million bee-stings, and he could only whimper as the effect took on quickly.
"Nooo," he began to cry, as he couldn't struggle any more.
"Get the jacket, and take him back to his cell."
The men in white coats took his coat and placed it on him, moving his arms around. He couldn't fight back, he could only watch vacantly as his ice blue eyes poured tears out.
"Sick little shit, I don't even know why they let him live. You hear what he did to his foster parents?"
"Yeah," the other man said as he pulled the straps tight. His face was twisted in anger, and he pulled tighter. Too tight for poor Cillian. A cracking sound was heard, but all Cillian could do was whimper. And let more tears fall.
"Yeah," the man echoed his companion, "this boy deserves to be put on death-row."
They picked up his little body, only 14 years old at the time, and carried him down the stairs. The only light was a small uncovered bulb, like those old time interrogation rooms. To the left was a dark, dirty iron door. Locks galore covered the front of it, many of them relatively new.
The man holding Cillian's feet let go and went to unlock the doors. The one holding his arms dropped Cillian as well, letting his head hit the ground. Cillian blacked out.
"Pleeease," Cillian cried freely as he started to pull at his shirt, "Don't leave meeeee. It's so dark, and I'm so alone."
He fell to his knees, his arms wrapping around him. He was reliving the years, the years of being placed in the dark. How he hated the dark, almost has much as he hated the solitude. The blood, it was washed off his skin. And he was cold.
Cillian awoke to the familiar feeling of darkness. His mind in control of his body again, he started to scream.
"No! No! Let me out, I'll be a good boy! Let me go! I miss the light! Let me play, I want to play in the light! I don't want to be alone!"
He tried to kick, to move. It was hard to even sit up right with his arms wrapped to tightly around him, and his breathing was tight. The pain in his ribs kicked in, some of them had to be cracked.
"Owwww," he moaned, "please. I will be good, I promise. I just want to play."
He cried more, his head laying on the padded floor. The faint white could barely be seen in the darkness. All alone.
Cillian sat in the cave and cried, huddled in the fetal position as the darkness engulfed him.
Dead Man's Party
Cillian faces the dark
Dead Man's Party
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A shitty situation was the main thing that rang through the mind of Boy #37, Arturo Villamor, as he stepped up to the entrance of the dark caves. If he'd been given somewhat of a better weapon, everything would have been fine. He had no qualms about killing people, that much was certain. But with a rope? It just didn't seem to be in the cards for him. Unless he was able to get some sort of better weapon, it might be all over for him, and soon.
Of course, Art didn't see himself as a defeatist at all, he wouldn't accept any defeat until he knew that beyond any doubt, he was not to live past the day. As he stepped into the dark mouth of the cave, he heard sniffling and crying from within.
Perhaps it was to be after all. This was, after all, a perfect opportunity to get his hands on a weapon a little better than a rope. Moving slowly towards the back of the collapsed boy, he wound the rope around his hands and in a swift motion, brought it around the throat of the boy, attempting to choke him to death.
"Don't struggle...shhhh...don't struggle, it'll hurt more that way..."
Of course, Art didn't see himself as a defeatist at all, he wouldn't accept any defeat until he knew that beyond any doubt, he was not to live past the day. As he stepped into the dark mouth of the cave, he heard sniffling and crying from within.
Perhaps it was to be after all. This was, after all, a perfect opportunity to get his hands on a weapon a little better than a rope. Moving slowly towards the back of the collapsed boy, he wound the rope around his hands and in a swift motion, brought it around the throat of the boy, attempting to choke him to death.
"Don't struggle...shhhh...don't struggle, it'll hurt more that way..."
His eyes opened wide again in fear. Cillian didn't feel the rope around his neck, instead he was sure that the man in the white coat was going to give him a shot.
"No!" he screamed, almost like a wounded animal. His feet thrashed about, and his teeth met with the boy's arm. He bit down as hard as he could.
"No!" he screamed, almost like a wounded animal. His feet thrashed about, and his teeth met with the boy's arm. He bit down as hard as he could.
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Art grunted as he felt teeth sink down into his arm. Dirty fighter, this little bastard is... As he attempted to shake his arm loose, he grimaced as the hold continued. Still holding the rope with his bitten arm, he let go with his other hand and smashed his elbow into Cillian's face, again and again...
"Let...GO..."
"Let...GO..."
Cillian whimpered, and let go of his grip. There had to be a black eye after that. Haddy was fighting to get out, but adrenaline was flowing through Cillian as his nails met the boy's face.
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((Continued from Starting Place for B#54))
Devi walke into the cave and saw two people struggling. Seeing this sight made her smile, and she laughed out loud.
"I hope theres alot of blood."
Devi walke into the cave and saw two people struggling. Seeing this sight made her smile, and she laughed out loud.
"I hope theres alot of blood."
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Art grimaced and turned away as the nails raked across his face. Rubbing his face, he could feel the fresh scratches, which blood slowly oozed out of. Grimacing, he grabbed the other boy by the collar, and delivered a solid right hook to his face. he then looped his rope across the boy's neck and tightened the rope, hoping to strange him to death again.
"I told you, stay down...it won't hurt...I promise you...just stay down...'
"I told you, stay down...it won't hurt...I promise you...just stay down...'
stay down...it won't hurt...I promise you...just stay down...'
"No! No! NO!" Cillian screamed louder as his rage engulfed him. This boy was with the men in white coats, he had to be. And they were trying to kill him now.
He held nothing back this time, his right hand moving back and digging into his abdomen. He used as much force as he could to get his fingers inside.
"No! No! NO!" Cillian screamed louder as his rage engulfed him. This boy was with the men in white coats, he had to be. And they were trying to kill him now.
He held nothing back this time, his right hand moving back and digging into his abdomen. He used as much force as he could to get his fingers inside.
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Art was surprised to feel a sharp painful sensation as the boy somehow slid his fingers inside his abdomen.
"What the fuck?"
He let out a cry of painful surprise, and tried to pull away, unsucessfully. As he failed to pull away, he grabbed Cillian's other hand, and tried to twist it backwards as hard as he could, all the while kicking at Cillian's stomach to dislodge the somewhat 'Agent Smith-like vice grip that Cillian had on his abdomen.
"What the fuck?"
He let out a cry of painful surprise, and tried to pull away, unsucessfully. As he failed to pull away, he grabbed Cillian's other hand, and tried to twist it backwards as hard as he could, all the while kicking at Cillian's stomach to dislodge the somewhat 'Agent Smith-like vice grip that Cillian had on his abdomen.
Cillian couldn't help but laugh as the boy struggled to get away. It was the white coats turn, yes. They were going to pay, pay for keeping him locked away.
He brought his hand to the boy's hair and started to slam his head against the rocks, pulling the other out of his abdomen. "Does that hurt? Does it hurt the way you hurt me?! It always hurt! And I always tried to move! I just wanted to be in the light!"
Cillian's feet found a spot, right on Arturo's rib-cage, and he began to stamp hard. Crack after crack could be heard. "No! No! No! You can't stop me! I will be in the light!"
His hand came down across the boy's face again. And he kept right on beating Arturo's head into the ground.
He brought his hand to the boy's hair and started to slam his head against the rocks, pulling the other out of his abdomen. "Does that hurt? Does it hurt the way you hurt me?! It always hurt! And I always tried to move! I just wanted to be in the light!"
Cillian's feet found a spot, right on Arturo's rib-cage, and he began to stamp hard. Crack after crack could be heard. "No! No! No! You can't stop me! I will be in the light!"
His hand came down across the boy's face again. And he kept right on beating Arturo's head into the ground.
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As his attack did nothing, his consciousness began to fizzle as his head started to hit the ground, again, and again, and again...his last conscious thought managed to be...
Thank god for small favours... Hopefully, he figured that when this apparently insane kid killed him, he wouldn't be awake to see it. With one final smash, Art lost consciousness.
OOC: Go nuts, Ebony.
Thank god for small favours... Hopefully, he figured that when this apparently insane kid killed him, he wouldn't be awake to see it. With one final smash, Art lost consciousness.
OOC: Go nuts, Ebony.
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Devi stared. "That was amusing." and started to walk out. Then she turned around. He's probably really weak. Taking out he gun she started progressing towards him.
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As the boy stopped moving Cillian started to jump up and down. Right on his rib cage, smashing his inside and bones to bits.
The blood bored onto his feet, and he finally stopped as his feet met again with the rock. The boy's insides were mashed up all over the cave.
As he looked down, the white shattered bones brought a little light to the cave. He laughed.
Boy #37- ARTURO VILLAMOR- DEAD
He could hear footsteps. Someone was coming! He quickly ducked behind some rocks, and watched someone holding something metal.
The blood bored onto his feet, and he finally stopped as his feet met again with the rock. The boy's insides were mashed up all over the cave.
As he looked down, the white shattered bones brought a little light to the cave. He laughed.
Boy #37- ARTURO VILLAMOR- DEAD
He could hear footsteps. Someone was coming! He quickly ducked behind some rocks, and watched someone holding something metal.
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As she walked towards him she started singing
"Mama just killed a man put a gun to his head
pulled the trigger now he's dead
and mama life has just begun....
this should be fun hehe."
"Mama just killed a man put a gun to his head
pulled the trigger now he's dead
and mama life has just begun....
this should be fun hehe."
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Cillian's hand reached for his meat cleaver and pulled it out. He waited quietly for the person to come closer.
He could tell by her voice that she was looking for him.
He could tell by her voice that she was looking for him.
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