2014.08.07:The Impossible Beast Pt. 4

The Impossible Beast Pt. 4
Misa's imprisonment has begun
IC Date	Thursday, August 7th, 2014
IC Time	Day
Players	Clarimond (Storyteller), Misa
Location	Prospect
Prp/Tp	The Impossible Beast
Spheres	Mortal

Log

(Trigger Warning: Torture, Implied Rape)
Clarimond|| You would be out and about, you have gotten the message from your sister, it probably scares you. Could be a prank? Is she haunting you? You are walking briskly, it's at night, a wind rushes past you. Then you feel breathing on your neck. But when you turn around. there is nothing there. A ghostly image of your sister appears in front of you and then vanishes. You might just be running at this point. But then something grabs you..

Misa knows for a fact this isn't a prank. Only one person knows anything about Misa's family and he knows never to bring it up. Anyone that would recognize her from China wouldn't know her as Misa, they would know her as Meilin Wong. Misa died long ago... as did anyone that knew her. She made damned sure. No one would know about her and Shiori. She is running down the street, tears streaming from her right eye, the left one dry and dead as always. She calls Velok from her burner phone' having smashed the other... or tries. Even if she connects he gets nothing but half sobbed mandarin followed by a yelp when she feels something blowing on her neck. She throws elbows without looking, followed by a sweep as she spins... making contact with nothing. She suspects a distraction and dives away from where she is before turning, just as Uncle taught her to do when she doesn't know the direction of an attack... and just like he taught Shiori. Shiori has had time to plan, she was always the smart one. The pretty one. The dead one. Misa's miscalculation may have her gaining a new title...

Misa quickly steps back as she feels the arm touching her from a direction she can't see. Misa grabs by reflex at the elbow with one hand, pushing the officer's hand hard into her abdomen with the other, leaning forward to twist his wrist hard while pushing up at the joint. The officer though is used to dealing with the meth heads around here, they are rarely as quick or well trained but he does know to get the hell back real quick. Misa's blindless keeps her from chasing after him, she instead rolls away as soon as she can't feel him anymore.

Clarimond|| The officer grunts, but releases Misa, as he isn't the 'shoot first ask later' type. He is the kind of cop that you WANT to find when you are in trouble, "Relax miss.. now please tell me why you are running." He points to his badge, "I can help you." He starts to inch forward slowly, but he never gets the chance to help Misa, because this is not the world that the cop think it is. A sword appears in his back all of the sudden, it is of Chinese make. The officer's eyes widen as he looks down, the blade poking out from his gut. The sword is yanked out and he topples down head first, onto his stomach, where he lies face down in the alley. It starts to rain ominously. You see your sister standing there, extremely pale skin, red eyes, pitch black hair, dressed in traditional Chinese garments. She just stares at you with a grin. Her visage is almost ghostly..

Misa makes a move at first to catch the officer as he falls. No matter the uniform Misa knows to protect her own... but she realizes all to well he's already dead. Misa stares up at Shiori from her knees, arms falling limply at her sides. She has fought nine foot tall monsters that tear apart teenagers, broken a vampire's domination through effort of will alone. She stabbed a demon in the neck and smashed it's face into the ground in a form that drove the people around her into madness... and yet here, in front of this 14 year old girl she can't even bring herself to raise her arms in defense. Misa smiles weakly, looking up at her sister, well aware she's about to say her final words. She greets her little sister in their native tongue, happy to finally have someone she can use it with. "Ni hao Shiori. I missed you."

Clarimond|| Shiori shakes her head, also speaking Mandarin, "You have no right to greet me." She intentionally makes her voice sound half-way between demonic gutteral and teenage girl, "I cast you from my family, for you no are no longer my sister. Death is not pleasant, you do not know what it is to pass from this life, and find yourself in the place we thought was just used to scare us as children. But then you escape.. breathing the second breath, and you remember why you were put there to begin with. So many who come back waste their second lives following a stupid religion. But me? And Baojia? Neither of us will waste ours. We have taken back what we lost and so much more." Soon Boijia appears beside Shiori, he has arrived as quickly as she did, at blinding speed, his hand is cupping Shiori's chin as he stares into her eyes, "You will always be beautiful to me Shiori." It's as if he doesn't even see Misa there.

Misa places her hands in her lap and bows her head, kneeling before the pair like Shiori and her would while taking instruction in how to battle. The smile is still there, despite her sister's harsh words. Her left eye still streams tears. There is no fight left in her. She looks over her sister carefully for any signs of the injuries that may have been left. Seeing Baojia she looks between the two and tries to say something, but no words come out. She just closes her eyes and covers her face.

Clarimond|| The two begin to kiss as a black van stops before the alley. Six masked men, armed with assault rifles, depart from the van, and make their way to Misa. Shiori pulls away from her lover and nods to the men. The grab her by her arms, and legs, and take her into the van. From there they duct tape her mouth shut, bind her with chicken wire, garrote string, and steel cords, and wrap her up in a sheet, and tied it shut as well with steel chains. They drive off...

Misa lowers her hands to her lap and watches the two kiss... it's an odd sight to say the least, from the age difference between the two. "You always did like us young..." she replies, a slight tease in her voice. It's as much fire as she can summon. Misa watches the van pull in and nods, quietly accepting her fate. Her phone buzzes on the cement next to her, causing her eyes to open slowly. "You always have such terrible timing gui lao..." she sighs reading one last message. Something in her clicks reading it over. She can't leave him alone. He has so many in his life, but none of them will understand him. He'll always be alone if she dies now. Misa waits for the men to get too close to use their guns effectively ans suddenly springs to her feet, jumping forward and pressing her body against his, stepping past to turn him quickly, as he pushes back to overpower her Misa pulls him over her foot and throws him headfirst into one of the other men. Without looking she crouches and sweeps blindly, stumbling another before coming up to uppercut him in the jaw. She gets her licks in... but she's reacted far too late. One man brings the butt of his rifle down into the back of her leg. The impact is obviously more than hard enough to break something, but it seems to chip the butt of the rifle and stiffen her leg. The surprise of it causes her to trip however, and as she falls to the ground she is dogpiled, several guns placed to her back. She stops fighting there. She made her point at least... As she's thrown into the truck, strangely only one thought goes through her head. "At least someone appreciates what I can do."

Clarimond|| They drive .. and drive.. the men don't say anything. It is an ominous silence, as if they are sworn not to utter a word for the duration of the drive. When the van stops, Misa will not recognize the place, nor will she know how long it has been. Her phone has been crushed and tossed into the sewer. You feel yourself being taken out of the van, as if you are nothing but a sack of dirt. You are carried for for about 15 minutes until you are thrown onto a concrete ground. Rats scurry off somewhere. The sheet is pulled from your head and the bindings removed for a moment. You are strapped into a metal desk, and your hands, and feet are bound once again using the same types of binding as before. Your sister enters the room, her eyes turned to normal, and she looks just as she did when she was alive. There is a frown on her face now, as if her personality has changed altogether..

Misa has a reputation to uphold. Her sister may have briefed them on her ability to gain sympathy, and when it's clear none of the men will talk to her she changes gears. She laughs to herself for the better part of the drive. No speaking, just pure, innocent laughter, coming and going in waves. Whenever there's a jolt in the drive, she just laughs harder until it eventually fades away. She lets the silence sit for just a minute before very quietly, just barely above a whisper she begins to sing. This time in Japanese. She has a strong Osaka accent. "One, having one night of love, two will plunge us into hell, three even if I kill everyone, four we all still go to hell... four, we all still go to hell. Five drenched in blood of war, six I'm no different from a corpse, seven once me tears have run dry, eight the dark will melt away... eight the dark will melt away." Over and over she sings, never growing louder.

Clarimond|| Shiori was informed of her sister's antics. She frowns still, and when Misa refuses to say anything, she is suddenly right in front of Misa, face millimeters from hers, her eyes going blood red again, that grin returning. Then she backs away again, a dagger in her hands, "Your body is frail, I could kill you now if I wanted, but that is too good for you. Perhaps you should be raped over, and over, again, and again? Or I could just skin you alive like the Mongols used to do. Or both... some of my men have already expressed a desire to.. have you.."

Misa winks and scratches her nails into the desk giving off a rather lewd moan. "Then send them in." she replies. "Maybe send in Baojia first, for old times sake, though I might be too old for him now."

Clarimond|| Shiori shakes her head, "You don't get it do you? This is not a game, you will feel pain and agony as I did.." She holds the dagger above Misa's hand and brings it down. Her arms, being changed stationary, will not be able to move away. Her supernatural strength allows the knife to go even through the metal, effectively nailing Misa's hand to the desk, "NOW DO YOU FEEL IT? SISTER?"

Misa doesn't scream, doesn't twitch. She doesn't move from her place in the slightest bit, the smile stays put on her face as blood pools around her arms, and trickles down the wire. "Life is nothing but agame... and I'm still breathing."

Clarimond|| Shiori isn't done yet, she twists the dagger, causing more nerves to burn, then she rips the dagger out, and licks the blood from it, "This is only the beginning sister.."

(REALLY bad things happen off cam.....)

Misa slowly reaches her hand forward, eyes swollen shut from one to many blows to the face, or those crazy enough to get other things near her face, trying to find her glass eye, unable to tell if it's still in or not. She tried to keep it up as long as she could, laughing at those that seemed most effected by it, faking enjoyment for those that clearly wanted her to suffer, but through the last wave she couldn't keep up the act. She finally broke. She never cried or screamed for help. Misa doesn't believe in heroes. This isn't a fairy tale, people don't come to save you... you save yourself or you die. Instead she laid still and took it, her passivity only encouraging more violence, something her ribs paid dearly for, surprisingly more than other places. Her mind goes blank, her formulations of plans for escape blocked out by the pain and humiliation. Somewhere in her brain the one most deadly though that took the fight from her before the text returns. "You deserve it." She thinks this to herself over and over as the events continue. Once the men are spent she tries to assess just how injured she is, unable to really tell through the general numbness overtaking her. The apathy towards her continued survival. By reflex she twists her wrists, coating them in blood and other fluids, creating aslight slickness that just MIGHT be usable for escape. Like using really, REALLY disgusting butter to unstick a hand. But... what's the point? She deserves this...

Clarimond|| Shiori finally comes back in after Misa has been laying there for a while, Baojia is with her. It is now Baojia that speaks, but not to Misa, he still refuses to acknowledge her in any direct manner. To Shiori he says, "Even if I did not love you, I would not touch such defiled waste, such disgusting, festering, used up filth. She disgusts me there, touched by so many, and I cannot believe that I ever desired her." He strokes her cheek. Shiori smiles but when her gaze returns to Misa, she is all anger, "You did that to me. How you feel now? I felt worse perhaps.. my own sister allowed this to happen to me. Now it happens to you and it will be some time before you die.. and perhaps become one of us. I will wait for you to claw out of your grave to look for us.." She grins.

Misa would stare straight forward, but her eyes won't open. She lays her head on the table and whatever is pooled there. Her voice is hoarse and dry. She still doesn't cry, she's too broken. She just rests there, waiting for death to come. "Even after all this... all I can think... is how sweet your voice still is..." she says, unable to keep up her appearances trying to force her sister to act out of anger and create something she can take advantage of. "I won't be coming back. I earned where I'm going..."

Clarimond|| The two say nothing else and leave. Misa's imprisonment has begun.