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When; October 10.
Rating; Probably R.
Characters; Mugen (

sun_flowered).
Summary; Trapped together, could die together.
Log;

Mugen shifted and woke up a little. He could already tell he wasn't in his bed; he was sitting up against something uncomfortable, and his legs were cramped underneath him. But he was too tired to notice much of anything, so he turned his head to the other side and fell asleep again.

Something bit him. "Ow! Bastard!" He was suddenly wide awake and swatted away the ant that was by his hand. He frowned as he saw that both wrists were chained behind him around a pole, and his feet were strapped to the floor. He looked up and noticed the pole had a gap further up, but it was too high for him to reach like he was. A couple feet in front of him was a key dangling from a string connected to the ceiling.
Mugen was in a ten-by-ten foot cell... And Fuu was on the outside of it.
"Girly?" he said, pulling himself upright.

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Huddled in the corner of the opposite side of the room was Fuu, her eyes groggy and feeling a little dazed. She brought her knuckles to her face and rubbed, trying to wake herself up more. Why was... Hadn't she fallen asleep in her room? Was this some kind of sick joke, or something?

She leaned forward slightly when she heard Mugen's voice, and all too quickly became aware of the extra weight around her throat. She looked down and stared, at a complete loss what to say. A collar? But what were those drum things for?

"...Mugen?" She called out to him nervously, her fingers gently tracing the metal edge that pressed against her neck. A lock in the back. "Wh-what's going on here?"

"Dunno," Mugen replied, still trying to wake up completely. He took in his surroundings a little more: there was a weird looking collar around the girl's neck, and a TV in the room that they could both see.
He looked at the keys in front of him again, and then up at the gap in bar he was chained to. He tried bringing his hands up to it. No good. He couldn't reach it. Not with his feet attached to the floor and his arms--
The TV turned on. On it was some kind of ugly puppet that stared out through the screen at the two of them.
"Hello, Mugen, Fuu," it said. "Mugen, for your entire life you've lived for no one but yourself. With a total disregard for anyone else. Yet, for the past several months, you've acted as Fuu's bodyguard-- rescuing her several times.
"But how far would you go to save her? Tonight, you will show me. You have seen the device around Fuu's neck, and you are both no doubt curious about it. It's called a 'shotgun collar.' There are several shells placed on it, each of which will fire when the device is triggered."
The TV then showed a mannequin head that had the same collar around it. All of the rounds then fired inward and blew the head into nonexistence.
Mugen clenched his jaw.
"What will cause this device to activate will be caused by the death of you, Mugen," it continued. "The collar is linked to your vital signs, and currently, coursing through your body is a quite deadly poison. So, really, it's both of your lives on the line. The poison will have taken full effect by nine o'clock.
"There is an antidote located in the other room; there are two keys in front of you. One will unlock the chains and your hands and feet, as well as the door to the next room; the other will open your cell. If you think you can't reach them, you're wrong. Just remember: sometimes things need to be out-of-place to work properly." The screen dissolved into static and turned off.
"What the fuck is this?" Mugen demanded. He looked at the clock on the wall-- 7:53. He didn't have time to figure out why he and Fuu were here, he just had to get to those keys. He looked back up to the space in the bar. But he couldn't bring his arms up that far... Not how they were.
"Things have to be 'out-of-place,' " it had said.
Mugen sighed, trying to prepare himself for how much this was going to hurt.

The girl visibly flinched when the television clicked on, holding her knees to her chest as she watched the grotesque puppet explain what they had to do. Shotgun collar? But... Why?! What had they done to anyone here?!

Watching the mannequin explode brought a high pitched noise from her chapped lips, and she yanked her hands away from the collar immediately lest she find a way to set it off on accident.

She waited until the screen clicked back off before shakily standing on her feet, and moving closer to Mugen's cell. She couldn't reach the keys inside, even if she tried. With her face pressed against the bars, willing herself not to cry, she looked to Mugen.

"...Wh-what does he mean? You don't... He can't mean that."

Mugen looked into her eyes for a moment before looking away, finding he had nothing to say.
What other choice did he have? If he didn't do this, they'd both be dead. And he wasn't going to let that happen.

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath.
"Don't look," he said quietly. He then leaned forward and brought his arms up as far as he could. Then he grabbed the pole, took one more breath, and wrenched his body downward and to the side. The resulting pop was excruciating. His eyes welled with tears and he let out a cry as his left arm slid out of its socket.
Even with one shoulder dislocated, he still couldn't reach the gap. He was going to have to do the other one. Shit.
The second time wasn't any better; he used the same painful, effective method. He screamed even louder, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
Groaning, he slid his his arms up the bar-- blinking away the tears so he could see the his hands move through that bastard gap in the bar. There were two more-- only slightly less painful-- pops as his shoulders realigned.

His arms were in front of him now. He collapsed, panting.
"Where the hell is four-eyes when you need him?" Mugen grunted.
The keys-- he had to get them. After a few minutes catching his breath, he stood, forced his hands toward them, and pulled them off the string.
He sighed; the pain was subsiding, so he unlocked the binds around his hands, then his ankles.
Finally, he stood, lethargically made his way to the door of the cell. The key slid into the lock-- he turned it, and dragged the door open.
"Hey," he said to Fuu with a tired smile.

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