Stryker snarled and started to struggle with his bindings, cursing the man in front of him, who was watching him with a hint of boredom.
‘Strange,’ he spoke quietly, almost to himself, his eyes not leaving Stryker. ‘That a man so full of hate for mutants would help Sebastian Shaw of all people.’
The words didn’t seem to get through to Stryker, though the sound of the man’s voice made him lift his head up and bare his teeth at him.
‘You will never get away with this, you piece of filth!’ Stryker’s eyes were full of the utmost loathing. ‘You and your kind should be exterminated from the face of the earth!’
The man’s eyes flashed.
‘I was planning to kill you for your association with Shaw,’ he said silkily. ‘But now I am sure that I will get much more pleasure out of this than I had at first anticipated. Don’t worry though,’ he gave Stryker a ghoulish smile. ‘If you talk first, then I will make it quick.’
‘Get away from me!’ Stryker gasped as the man began to walk forward, the metal bonds around Stryker’s arms twisting with each step. ‘Get away from me, you freak! Get-’
The man caught Stryker by the jaw in a vice-like grip.
‘Why, Mr. Stryker,’ he said, his voice like smooth velvet. ‘It seems that you are in need of a visit to the dentist. Please, allow me to assist you with that.’
Stryker’s eyes widened with fear.
‘In the meantime,’ the man continued, angling Stryker’s jaw for his own satisfaction. ‘Let us make some polite conversation. Tell me, what do you know of the whereabouts of one Sebastian Shaw?’
Stryker’s stubborn refusal died in his throat when he saw the gleam in the man’s eye.
‘Ah,’ the man said silkily, a pleased smile on his face. ‘Is that an iron filling that I see?’
The blood drained from Stryker’s face.
His screams that night would have chilled the blood of all that heard them.
If, of course, there had been anyone left alive to hear them.
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Heat - Part 12b WARNING: Violence, Torture, Death
Date: 2012-02-03 06:41 pm (UTC)Stryker snarled and started to struggle with his bindings, cursing the man in front of him, who was watching him with a hint of boredom.
‘Strange,’ he spoke quietly, almost to himself, his eyes not leaving Stryker. ‘That a man so full of hate for mutants would help Sebastian Shaw of all people.’
The words didn’t seem to get through to Stryker, though the sound of the man’s voice made him lift his head up and bare his teeth at him.
‘You will never get away with this, you piece of filth!’ Stryker’s eyes were full of the utmost loathing. ‘You and your kind should be exterminated from the face of the earth!’
The man’s eyes flashed.
‘I was planning to kill you for your association with Shaw,’ he said silkily. ‘But now I am sure that I will get much more pleasure out of this than I had at first anticipated. Don’t worry though,’ he gave Stryker a ghoulish smile. ‘If you talk first, then I will make it quick.’
‘Get away from me!’ Stryker gasped as the man began to walk forward, the metal bonds around Stryker’s arms twisting with each step. ‘Get away from me, you freak! Get-’
The man caught Stryker by the jaw in a vice-like grip.
‘Why, Mr. Stryker,’ he said, his voice like smooth velvet. ‘It seems that you are in need of a visit to the dentist. Please, allow me to assist you with that.’
Stryker’s eyes widened with fear.
‘In the meantime,’ the man continued, angling Stryker’s jaw for his own satisfaction. ‘Let us make some polite conversation. Tell me, what do you know of the whereabouts of one Sebastian Shaw?’
Stryker’s stubborn refusal died in his throat when he saw the gleam in the man’s eye.
‘Ah,’ the man said silkily, a pleased smile on his face. ‘Is that an iron filling that I see?’
The blood drained from Stryker’s face.
His screams that night would have chilled the blood of all that heard them.
If, of course, there had been anyone left alive to hear them.
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