Alec Troven (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
element_wizard) wrote2006-12-27 01:24 pm
element_wizard) wrote2006-12-27 01:24 pm
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Title Supply check
prompt Colorless
Characters Alec (24) Marc-C
Rating G
"What's that you got there?" Marc-C asked as they were refilling their supplies from their latest trek into bad fic.
"Iocane powder," Alec said, holding up the small vial.
She took it from him and looked it over carefully. "You sure about it?"
"Course, that's what it said on the bottle at the General store."
"Well, I mean, it's a rather painless way to go. Remember, Vizzini just sort of toppled over in mid laugh."
"Hmm... that is true," he mused, taking back the vial. "Well, I'm sure there's something useful for it." And he tucked it back into his pack.
"Oh sure, you could put the Cute Animal Sidekicks out of their misery with it."
Title Breaking
Prompt Red
Characters Alt. of Alec (age 17) (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
element_wizard)
Rating mature
Author's notes An alternate of Alec for another game who's been captured and slowly being broken by an Orion.
His palm was red with blood. Blood that had been smeared onto him from the man he had shot. He had shot a man... killed him. Unknowingly. It was just supposed to be a dummy, Orion said. But it wasn't a dummy. It was a man, a living breathing man. That he had killed.
Shot with the gun. He only wanted to know how to use it. He didn't want to kill anyone.
Orion said that's what guns were for. That's what you used them to do. To kill people. They were death. He had purred pleased, saying that he liked his pretties to be killers.
Then Orion tried to make him taste the blood. Warm, sharp, power... all that power. He had refused. Face ground into the blood, he had refused.
He wouldn't do it.
Couldn't do it.
He wouldn't be like Orion.
But now, safe -relatively- away from Orion, alone in the cage, he stared at his red stained hand and gave it a quick lick.
prompt Colorless
Characters Alec (24) Marc-C
Rating G
"What's that you got there?" Marc-C asked as they were refilling their supplies from their latest trek into bad fic.
"Iocane powder," Alec said, holding up the small vial.
She took it from him and looked it over carefully. "You sure about it?"
"Course, that's what it said on the bottle at the General store."
"Well, I mean, it's a rather painless way to go. Remember, Vizzini just sort of toppled over in mid laugh."
"Hmm... that is true," he mused, taking back the vial. "Well, I'm sure there's something useful for it." And he tucked it back into his pack.
"Oh sure, you could put the Cute Animal Sidekicks out of their misery with it."
Title Breaking
Prompt Red
Characters Alt. of Alec (age 17) (
element_wizard)Rating mature
Author's notes An alternate of Alec for another game who's been captured and slowly being broken by an Orion.
His palm was red with blood. Blood that had been smeared onto him from the man he had shot. He had shot a man... killed him. Unknowingly. It was just supposed to be a dummy, Orion said. But it wasn't a dummy. It was a man, a living breathing man. That he had killed.
Shot with the gun. He only wanted to know how to use it. He didn't want to kill anyone.
Orion said that's what guns were for. That's what you used them to do. To kill people. They were death. He had purred pleased, saying that he liked his pretties to be killers.
Then Orion tried to make him taste the blood. Warm, sharp, power... all that power. He had refused. Face ground into the blood, he had refused.
He wouldn't do it.
Couldn't do it.
He wouldn't be like Orion.
But now, safe -relatively- away from Orion, alone in the cage, he stared at his red stained hand and gave it a quick lick.