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tampered2007-04-06 01:44 am
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Log: Complete
When; Late Night April 6th/Early Morning April 7th
Rating; R for violence/torture
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arthurhellsing] and Pyramid Head [redhorror]
Summary; The guilt of feeling like a bad father and a failure to keep his family entirely united finally catches up with Arthur.
Log;
Perhaps he had been overindulging as of late but it seemed to be the only thing to numb him to all other feelings. Frankly Arthur was tired, he was tired of having his past mistakes thrown in his face, he was tired of seeing the rift between his children grow wider and he was tired of feeling useless. He felt as if Walter was pulling away from him and he had seen the comments that Integral had made to the Ancient vampire about feeling disillusioned with him...Truly was he really such a bad father? He didn't know anymore. He just wanted...no needed a break but his mind would not seem to let him drown his sorrows away. No, not today.
Slowly he walked out of the pub he been having drinks in and slowly began to make his way out of the Underground. He'd have to check in at some point before the others started to worry or before his children decided to lecture him again. Just what he needed...to have Walter and Integral separately let into him over being careless.
Rating; R for violence/torture
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [
arthurhellsing] and Pyramid Head [redhorror]Summary; The guilt of feeling like a bad father and a failure to keep his family entirely united finally catches up with Arthur.
Log;
Perhaps he had been overindulging as of late but it seemed to be the only thing to numb him to all other feelings. Frankly Arthur was tired, he was tired of having his past mistakes thrown in his face, he was tired of seeing the rift between his children grow wider and he was tired of feeling useless. He felt as if Walter was pulling away from him and he had seen the comments that Integral had made to the Ancient vampire about feeling disillusioned with him...Truly was he really such a bad father? He didn't know anymore. He just wanted...no needed a break but his mind would not seem to let him drown his sorrows away. No, not today.
Slowly he walked out of the pub he been having drinks in and slowly began to make his way out of the Underground. He'd have to check in at some point before the others started to worry or before his children decided to lecture him again. Just what he needed...to have Walter and Integral separately let into him over being careless.
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...Then burst open into flooding swarms of roach-like creatures that skitter in one massive swarm about the Executioner's feet.
Like a living wave the massive insects begin to scuttle around and over the condemned.
Dire Father...
Each bug-like creature, however, possesses a miniature humanoid face, and each face contains a mouth full of tiny needle-like teeth.
The insects chitter and screech as they begin to take hundreds of tiny bites from the injured Hellsing's clothes....
....But within minutes, Arthur's shirt is in tatters.
The insects, however, do not stop, but instead begin to take hundreds of tiny bites from his flesh.
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You left children to clean up your messes.
You took away their childhoods!
It's your fault your son turned away from your daughter!
"Dear God..." Arthur cried out. The tears began pooling at the corner of his eyes. "Integral...Walter...I failed you..."
With those words utter, Arthur's struggling stopped. He looked up into the darkness, the tears beginning to stream. "Please forgive me."
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The condemned was finally quiet.
Finally accepting of his judgment.
...And so, the Executioner went straight back to business.
Calm, and clinical. Done with cruelty for there was no longer need.
The condemned wept for pain. For loss, and in repentance.
The Executioner seemed to nod the great razor-edged helmet once, as if to say; Now, you understand too.
Slowly, reluctantly, the insects drew away from The Dire Father like a receding wave, leaving his hands and feet a bloody, near-skinless mess.
Chittering to themselves, they crawled away to surround Arthur, but made no move to cause further injury.
Now, the Executioner brought his arms up, and held them, palm out, toward Arthur, as though offering him something...
...But instead tendrils, like living extensions of the Executioner himself broke through the flesh of his arm to the accompaniment of a spray of rusted blood.
The tendrils sprouted extensions; tiny mental barbs bloomed like macabre flowers along the wiry tendrils.
The tendrils squealed; a sound like the shriek of tightened cable emitted from them as they snaked over Arthur, and reached to coil themselves around the condemned's neck, crept along his chest, and down his arms to wrap around his wrists.
Suddenly, with a sharp jerk, the wires snapped the condemed's wrists to force Arthur's arms to cross, as though in a horrific straight jacket.
The Executioner's hand fell away as more wire burst from his other arm to wrap around Arthur's ankles.
The wires moved like a nest of living things; squealing and writhing about the condemned to bind him tight.
The Executioner shushed them, and lowered his arms to grasp the wires tightly. More chunky blood fell from his damaged hands, but still the Red Guard twined the snaking wires into one large cable, then hefted his burden over his shoulder.
Bleeding, and weak, it was no trouble to gather his burden, and his weapon up, one over his left shoulder, and the other dragging behind with the halting grinding noise the Executioner was accustomed to.
The insects, and then the darkness receded as the Red Gaurd's footsteps did.
Darkness fading back into the night.
JUDGMENT ALWAYS FINDS YOU