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Factulty 312... ((Story/ Graphic content.))

05-10-2003, 09:57
Secret IC:

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Days before the events of Hunted!...
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*An underground secret torture facility known only as "Factulty 312." It sits far below ground level uderneath the Shin-Ra Tower. It's existance is know only to a handul of people, namely the Royal Family and any who go into it. Of course, none who enter Factulty 312 come out in one piece. The people who worked there? All clones, each and every last one of the guards, torturers and even th executioner was a clone genetially enginered in a lab.
In a dark, dank cell on one of the counless lower levels, a single neko cowered in absolute darkness, curled into a smal ball. He could feel bugs, hundreds and hundreds of creepy crawly bugs crawling all over him, biting him on the arms and legs. He tried to brush the bugs off, but they always came back near seconds later. It was no use, he was too weak from being beaten to fight with the bugs anyhow.
The sound of dripping water could be heard just outside his concrete cell, interrupted only occassionally by the screams of a spy or traitor beind put to death by the executioner they called Pyramid Head. He himself had never seen Pyramid Head, only those about to die did, but he had heard of him. A towering brute, with muscles covering his entire body and a large metal pryamid shaped helmet that hid his entire head. These were all second hand rumors, of course.
He could hear the lock on his cell door being released, and it swung open. The sudden light nearly blinded him, and he couldn't summon the strength to raise a hand to shield his eyes.*

Guard: "It's your turn. Get up."

*He tried gettng to his feet, really he did. But being without food and having only dirty water for weeks while being beaten every day by the guards had left him extremely weak. *

Guard "Not fast enough."

*The guard stepped in and slammed his booted foot into the neko's stomach. The prisoner coughed up blood and collasped. A few bugs fell out of his dirty, blood matted hair. Snorting, the guard radioed in for support. A few moments another guard shows up, and the two proceed to beat the prisoner into unconsciousness.
He wakes up some time later, his body hanging upside own, arms outsteached. He was on some sort of metal wireframe box, his arms and legs held in place by thick leather straps. His vision was blurry, he could dimly see three people before him.*

Judge 1: "You, Nicholas Cage, have been found guilty of high treason against the Royal Family and conspirtizing with foreign enemies of the state."

Judge 2: "For your crimes, you have been sentenced to death."

Judge 3: "Do you wish to be impaled or strangulated?"

*His last 'freedom,' the 'right' to choose how he would die. It was a joke. A sick twisted one. He tried to speak, opening his mouth and closing it, but he found he didn't have a voice. He then remembered his tongue had been cut off last week...*

Judge 1: "Since you refuse to choose, we will decide for you..."

Judge 2: "You will be impaled."

*He felt someting pierce his battered and nude body from behind, saw a blood covered spearhead erupt outward from his chest, sraying blood and gore frward onto the trio in front of him, who stood there unflinching. A trail of blood splattered down onto the dirty concrete floor. Nicholas would have screamed, had he enough strength to. The pain was unbearable as the spear was twisted and yanked from his body. More of his blood spilled, the dark almost black sticky life fluid oozing sowly down his chest and onto his face, getting into his mouth, nose and eyes... The Neko dies from blood loss shortly after...

EDIT 1: Edited for content.
EDIT 2: Spell checking. Title edited.
06-10-2003, 14:38
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24-10-2003, 11:28
((OOC: Bump.))
05-11-2003, 10:06
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Secret IC…
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*In one of the upper levels of the underground torture facility known as "Faculty 312," a known terrorist was dragged into a sound proof room by two burly guards. The head of a drug smuggling ring, the man had information concerning others connected to him, and it was Interrogator #12's job to get it from him.*

#12: "I'll be nice first. Tell me what we want to know and I can assure you that no harm will come to you."

*The neko in a clean, white smock asked calmly as the man was strapped into a chair.*

Drug Lord: "I'll tell you nothing."

*The Interrogator grinned.*

#12: "I was hoping you'd say that. Now I will have no choice but to break you to get the information we want. And break you I will."

*The drug lord was stern, defiant. He wouldn't talk no matter how hard they tortured him. The neko in the white smock looked at the two guards in the room, and they strapped an odd device to his head, a device which forced his eyelids open and held his head in place. Satisfied with this, the Interrogator pulls a remote from his pocket, and presses a button on it. A TV set flickers to life in front of the prisoner. Static filled the screen. The drug lord became hesitant, unsure of what was to follow. The neko in the white smock took this time to leave the room, and as the door to the sound proof room swung shut, he pressed another button on the remote, this one labeled 'Play.'*

TV set: "And now, every episode of 'Martha Steward Living' ever made, back to back and commercial free!"

*The prisoner's hair stood on end, he tried forcing his head to look away, but the device held it in place, and he was unable to close his eyes.*

Drug Lord: "DEAR GODDESS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

*Outside the sound proof room, the Interrogator could almost swear he could hear the man's screams of torment and agony. Of course, that wasn't possible. The room was sound proof. :)
It wouldn't be long now. Most broke after watching thirty minutes of the mind numbing human TV show, but one had managed to go two hours before breaking down into a sobbing heap, pleading to turn off the TV. He personally gave the drug lord ten minutes before he cracked.*

#12: I wonder if we're paying any royalties to that woman, Martha Steward, for using her TV show as a torture device? Probably not. Heh heh heh...