Baccano! isn't mine... Aw...
Now I had just started rping Fermet on FB (If any of you heard of the TBFBT from tumblr, I'm a part of that) when I had this nightmare, so why not turn it into a story?
The room was dark as he tried to gather where he was. His head was pounding, he couldnt move, and s.. something was in his mouth?
"You're awake, I see." Came the amused European accent, that had whethered down a little after spending all this time in America, but it was present none the less. It tipped the stranger off to who it was- the same man he had been sent to kill... Fermet. "That was rather unfortunate how you shot me like that when I wasn't looking... It's a good thing my blood didn't stain my shirt, I liked that shirt."
There were the echoing- no, DEAFENING sound of the unhuman man walking around him. There was no way he was human after all. How was he still alive? He had been shot nearly pointblank though the head. The man saw Fermet- saw the bullet wound, saw his surprise and pain, and saw him fall. How was Fermet not dead? He tried to move his lips, or swallow or something to get his mouth a little less dry, but thats when he realized there was something solid parting his lips. And down his throat. He made a slightly panicked noise although he could still breath.
"No need for words or explanations, I won't bother. I'll just let you suffer." Fermet took the tube sticking out of the man's mouth in his hand, moving it around to make sure his assailant knew that it was there. "It leads right down to your stomach. I only wish you were immortal, but I'm sure I'll find my playmate again soon, so you'll just be light and temporary entertainment, yes...?"
The man tugged and tugged against his fetters, but his feet and hands were completely tied to the table, with no hopes of wiggling out. The tube was in so deep also that just moving made him feel as if he would throw up, so he tried his hardest not to try and swallow subconsciously. The long hair blond disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with a bottle and a funnel.
"I do hate saying goodbye, so I wont, okay? I hope you've enjoyed your time on this earth." He gently held the tube and the funnel together, keeping it still although the man was shaking his head frantically, and started to pour the liquid in.
At first he thought that this was just some overdramatic way to drown him, but thats when he realized it wasn't water. Hisses and gurgles started to reach his ears as intense burning began to rip right though him. He tried to scream, as the pain worsened; but his eyes rolled back as he convulsed on the table in silent agony.
The man only lasted for seconds as the acid began to tear apart the inside of his body. The entire process felt so incomplete though- That moment of silence where he was finally dead would never turn into that gasp of life when he reanimated- This man was dead for real, of course. Fermet instead watched how his body kept twitching, and finally when the acid had actually eaten though the layer of skin and his half 'eaten' organs began to spill out. It was intresting for a while, but again, much too short.
Fermet chuckled to himself as he turned to leave him there. Sometimes he felt a little greedy with this immortality thing- Not enough people had it that were this people to take advantage of. He didn't mind too much though, There was one person who he'd never want to go away and he was Immortal, so he just knew things would be alright... For himself, anyway.
Yeeeeep. My mind is a frightening thing.
