interstellar5555 | ☆INTERLUDE: ARE YOU INSANE LIKE ME?

Who: Predator and Xanxus
What: Predator issues their grievances after Xanxus burns their trailer during the festival.
When: Late night on the 28th.
Where: Presumably Pride HQ.
Warnings: Fairly intense violence, all the way up to potential torture/maiming.

The days following Xanxus's act of arson are mysteriously silent. Predator attends their shows as normal, and the burned wreckage of their trailer is hauled off the next day. Xanxus, oddly enough, doesn't hear anything about it from his manager or from any of the victims. Maybe they just didn't see it was him? Gotten off scot free.

It isn't until days later, in the night, that they strike - just after he's had the time to settle down and feel satisfied with his little stunt. The next time he's alone on the night of the 28th, somewhere in the Pride HQ, he will suddenly find himself cut down by a horrible sound - a sound that shakes him as if it's a physical force, the sound of a shrill violin.

After only a few notes it will bring him to his knees, panic induced nausea rising in his gut and bringing him to the edge of throwing up.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Damn it! Looks like as soon as he makes any headway, he gets pushed back. He feels the hand on his neck. There's a snarl from him, rather like a chained beast. The chill of her voice cuts through him and unconsciously shivers despite himself. He wants to demand who the woman is. He feels the insult on the tip of his tongue. Big tough assholes, can't actually fight me without using bullshit. Couldn't take me out without cheating. Lame shitbags. However, some miracle and probably the head trauma keep him to his snarl.

He can't help but shift still. He refuses to just lay there so he's going to make a token effort of struggle. Call it stubbornness. He's never been that sort of person to just lay down and die. If he was going to die, he was going to go shouting his rage into the void while the world burns behind him. Still, it's annoying as fuck that some chick can keep him on his face on the floor. He can bench twice his fucking weight on a good day...

"How about you say that to my damn face." Well...he tried? A for effort and all that.

She sighs, quietly. A few moments later, the black bag is pulled off of his head. Vision doesn't improve incredibly because the cleared out room is mostly dim, but he'll be able to make out the person holding him down. It's one of the members of Predator, specifically the quiet one who had gone through the whole end speech of the hazing without saying a word.

"Is that better?" It isn't cutting, but it is fairly dry. "Don't waste my time, kid." She stands, carefully putting a boot on his back to keep him down.

Hey, dim vision is better than bag vision any day of the week and it's probably a good damn thing he's calmed down. Because if not, it's going to be really really obvious very soon he's pissed off. As it is now, he's hurting and annoyed and not yet angry enough for it to be visible. At least not yet.

And his eyes narrow at the woman. Her. Now he had a face to the voice. Not that this helps mostly because faces don't mean jack shit when you're looking at the damn floor. "Much better. Thank you so much." Sarcasm is so thick in the air. It might even mask the tang of blood from where his wrists are moving against those ties. Seems not to care of they cut his flesh and make him bleed. "So, good cop, when's the bad cops going to arrive. I've got places to be." When a captive has nothing else, he has his bravado.

"I can be both," she says, "if you're that impatient. Or would that just be weird?" She presses her boot in a bit harder. "...For the record, though...If you do make it out of here without someone killing you, it won't be for a while. So, don't count on being anywhere in the near future. You're making yourself enemies at an alarming pace."

"Don't you want to know my safeword first. Then we can talk about all sorts of weird bullshit." In a way, Xanxus is probably showing a lot more balls than most people that might have ended up like this. He knows he's in for it. He knows what's coming might kill him but he seems perfectly okay with mocking it. As if imminent death isn't some big scary thing. Then again, most people hadn't been supposedly burnt alive on stage in front of thousands of fans.

"Really? Damn. I had an awesome date lined up with your mom for tomorrow." Some people just don't know when they should stay down and be defeated. Some people just keep pushing because they don't know any other way. "And I could say the same for you. But what can I say, if you're going to make an enemy, be sure it's the biggest fucking dog in the yard. You're supposed to be the best, so nothing else is going to do. So just get on with this. I'm sure you have places to go and people to torture."

"You like pissing off your boss, too?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Because that's what you're doing. You keep going like you are, and Santiago'll put an end to your shit even if we don't." Her words are weirdly patient for what she's saying, like she's legitimately being informative instead of making threats. "And that's the word of god around here."

There's a little laugh. Yeah, he's legitimately laughing here. Even with her boot on his back and impending doom in his future. It's never been a mystery that Xanxus is messed up but here and now, he's pretty much showing just how unstable in the head he can be. "Santiago. You're kidding me right? I make her life interesting as fuck. You know she loves me. It's the Pride motto right: there's no such thing as bad publicity. My shit brings publicity." He dares to look back at the woman with a feral grin. "You see. I already know I'm fucked. I'm fucked as soon as I stop getting in the news. No one wants a star no one is fucking talking about."

He shifts slightly. "But your foreplay sucks, you know. If I wanted to hear the word of god, I'd go to church."

☆INTERLUDE: ARE YOU INSANE LIKE ME?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject