Log; Complete

[unknownandi.livejournal.com]

When; October 24th, earlier in the day
Rating; R (gratuitious violence)
Characters; Arion heronoday, Belphegor prince_ripper, X unknownandi
Summary; The psychotic duo go witch-hunting... and "find" one.
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The two strolled down the street, heading towards the last known location of one of the people on the list they'd recieved: Arion. It had been something of a success last night, working together. So why not again?

"It's good to have friends in these troubled times," X said cheerfully to his companion, using the same boyish shape as last night, very close to his favored form, but without the strangely colored eyes and hair. He didn't want to become one of the accused, after all. Not while passing the time like this. He'd have to start all over again, making himself known as one of the pious, and talking funny and making speeches got boring after a while.

He was playing the role of witch-hunter much more lightly now than when this whole curse mess had begun, though. "Since you never know who you'll run into in this city, right?"

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[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion hastily walked down the street, not really looking at anyone else he passed. It was stupid to wander around in the open, especially alone, but he needed to find something to eat. Dwayne's Goldfish and Cheez-Its hardly made a satisfying meal.

He stopped at the curb to get his bearings, not really sure where he was going, but well aware of what he wanted to find. A small store would be good; he didn't want to run into any witch hunters, not after Jolly posted up that lovely accusation. Still, he was getting dangerously close to the Square.

He turned to walk on, zipping his hoodie partway. Of all the times for it to get chilly, it had to be when he was forced to camp out.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"Lots of dangerous folks around," Belphegor agreed, snickering at the thought that he was amongst the more dangerous of them, in his opinion. Others might have supernatural powers, but they could hardly stand in the face of royalty.

His eyes, forever shaded by shaggy blond bangs, followed his companion. He wasn't sure if the other was affected or not, but it hardly mattered. Whoever he was, this newfound peon wasn't half-bad to play with. In fact, Marmon Mark 2 was almost as good as the original and didn't even bother him talking about money or any of that nonsense. Besides, if this one got in his way, he'd be just as fun to try and kill as to kill with.

"But it's no fun if everyone's gone hiding into the same holes," he murmured, tilting his head back to stare at some of the people they passed. "That's not how you're supposed to play the game at all."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

It took a second for Arion to realize the words were meant for him and he glanced around, startled. For a brief instant, he didn't know whether to run or try to reason with them; it definitely took a lot of effort to not look as anxious as he felt. In the end, his common sense won him over and he forced himself to stay still. He knew that even if he did manage to outrun these two, he'd still attract a lot of unwanted attention.

"Definitely not a servant of the Devil, thanks." The accusations were starting to get a little old.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Belphegor stepped lightly to intersect with Arion's path, boots making soft sounds as he did. It was less intimidating if he didn't make any noises, even if he wasn't going overkill like Squalo might.

He leaned forward, taking a sniff of the air with an exaggerated playfulness, hands still buried in his pockets, "Smells a little like brimstone. We might have to take you in for questioning just to be safe."

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Arion stopped short of Belphegor, not liking the way this was going. "Brimstone?" he echoed, the word only with a hint of a question. Next they'll be accusing me of being a dragon.

He stared at X, expression unreadable, but it was getting harder to hold his ground. "I didn't." He was not telling them his name, at least not the name he'd been accused under—but he knew there was no way they'd let him go without something. "It's Isaac." He wasn't lying; technically, that name was more real than the one he used.

Now he just had to hope they found him too boring to play with. And genuinely had no idea who he was.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"Isaac, Isaac," Belphegor hummed, rolling the name over in his mouth as he thought of the list he'd been given. The humans certainly were silly, just handing out lists to whoever volunteered to go hunting for witches. Didn't they know that people could take advantage of a situation like this?

He cocked his head to the side. He couldn't remember an Isaac on their list, but it would be boring just to let this one go.

"I think there might have been an Isaac on our list, come to think of it. Wasn't there?" he grinned as he lied, glancing up at X as he pulled free a few knives, spreading them like a fan in his hand.

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Oh, fucking shit. Arion immediately drew back; Belphegor had been too close to begin with and now he was pulling out knives. Fucking hell.

"I'm not a fucking witch," he said, an edge of panic leaking into his voice. Were they going to try to kill him? A part of him almost hoped they would—but that'd just cause more problems, especially with the curse.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Belphegor laughed, a hissing 'ushishishi' beneath his breath, one that could send shivers up the spine of any of the Vongola's proud number, aside from his dear king.

"Then it should be a very short trial," a flick sent a knife just past Arion's leg to bury in the ground, the wire attached to its base unseen. "You won't have anything to repent for."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion immediately leapt back when Belphegor threw the knife, his back colliding with the wall behind him. X was close, too close, and he felt his last shred of self-control dissolve. He bolted—should’ve done that in the first place—cursing himself for leaving beach and rejecting Robin's help.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"Ah!" Belphegor's grin widened with an almost manic twitch of glee. Did their Isaac realize he wanted to play hide and seek with them a little late?

"Looks like we'll have to catch him to see," he didn't start running, shifting to send the handful of projectiles flying, invisible wires trailing in the air behind the knives.

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

"Gah—!" Arion felt the hand close around his arm and his body abruptly jerked to a halt; he doubled over for only a moment, before pulling almost hard enough to dislocate his shoulder in the struggle to get loose. He glanced at Belphegor in a panic, staring at the knives; as if he needed any more encouragement to escape.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Ah! His Marmon Mark 2 already caught the witch. Belphegor laughed, abandoning the thrown knives to catch up with the pair. He drew another slender knife as he approached.

"The prince's lackey is fast," he beamed, stepping forward to press a knife against Arion's skin.

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"I'm not a fucking witch!" Arion spat, wincing at the increased pressure on his arms. He held very still, but still a thin line of blood appeared against the knife. "Go find a real witch, you fucking psychos!"

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"Psychos?" Belphegor laughed, shaking his head, "We're not crazy. We're geniuses." He shifted the knife deeper against Arion's skin, only sparing a glance at the alley that X had pointed out.

"And we're gonna help you confess whether you want to or not."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion bit back a hiss of pain as the knife dug deeper into his skin. Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream...don't make a fucking sound.

"You don't even care about the confessions," he said, shrinking back from them. "It's just a fucking excuse." They were insane. Figures he'd get the insane ones.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

A conspiritorial glint flickered in Belphegor's eye, hidden behind the mask of his hair as he softly intoned, "We don't."

"We could skin you alive, you know," Belphegor continued, voice growing louder as he let the knife sink deeper, bright crimson an almost intoxicating sight. Never as much as his own, no, but he liked the sight, lived for it.

"I wonder if witches have insides that look the same as us?"

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion paled, both from pain and fear, but a part of him wondered if he should provoke them. The little voice that told him he was really a terrible person insisted he should. But he had never intentionally tried to kill anyone before; he wasn't about to start now. At least...not while he was sane.

So, he didn't say anything, eyes darting quickly between the two of them. He was too terrified to say anything, really.

And he was pretty sure the bones in his arms were fractured. And that he needed stitches. Yeah, he definitely needed stitches.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Belphegor blinked at the other, shifting the knife between his fingers ponderously. It had been a while since he skinned anyone. He hadn't even gotten to skin the girl when they'd trapped her.

"Well, they're awfully busy...," he began.

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion did his best to stifle a cry of pain as the grip damaged already broken bone. "Fuck, yes, that's bad. You'd think they'd want me recognizable, goddammit."

Should probably just confess. But then I get burned. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," Belphegor pulled the knife away, a little sad at the idea of giving up skinning the other, "But we could always skin somewhere else." He grinned up at Arion, "You'd still be pretty recognizable."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

"FUCK!" Arion reacted reflexively to the pain, head slamming against the wall a little too hard. "Oh, fuck! Shit...." He was fairly confident he just cracked open his head. Wonderful.

He slumped, staring at Belphegor and X with a dazed expression. "Can't skin me. What happens if you skin part that has a diabolical mark or whatever? I bet that'd piss them off, since it means I get off." At least they weren't crazy enough to not listen to reason. That was good. Although now his head was bleeding. And he couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to spare his fingers. Shit.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

A laugh escaped Belphegor at Arion's yelp of pain. Oh, he missed this. He didn't get to kill as much with all the kids here. He wanted to hear Arion make more noise for him until they had to take him to the church.

"It's alright," he shook his head, "We could just give you a new one, you know."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

He didn't like that laugh—either of them, but Belphegor's worried him in particular. He knew what it meant and he sank further down the wall. I'm so fucked. The situation would be funny if he weren't so terrified; he was going to be tortured by two teenagers.

Hah, hilarious. God.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"Oh, all sorts of nasty, ungodly things we saw you doing," Belphegor continued on fabricating, tracing the knife lower to slice at Arion's shirt. "It's almost kinda scary they didn't catch such a nasty criminal like you before we came along."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion yelled as X readjusted his grip, the pressure causing enough pain for him to temporarily blackout. He tried to jerk away, feeling the knife edge cut through fabric and to flesh; it reawakened some of his survival instincts and he thrashed against X's hold, panicking. He twisted, trying to wrench his arms free; he didn't care that he was only making the breaks worse.

At the question, a flicker of lucidity returned. George and Dwayne. Oh, fuck no. "I don't know," he said desperately, his thoughts somewhat incoherent. "They already got everyone else. I don't know."

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Belphegor's grip on the knife was steady, but with Arion struggling, the knife's trail turned jerky, imprecise. Belphegor frowned, trying to settle better over the other to make the cut more even. Just a little more.

"No one at all?" he asked, "What a sad, sad witch. No friends."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion recoiled at the kick, but didn't make any other indication of feeling it; he was too distracted by everything else to really take in the damage. The struggling ceased and he desperately cast around for something to ignore the pain—to think of something, anything else. He was shaking; he dimly wondered how much blood he'd lost.

"I'm not lying. You're lying."

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Belphegor reached down, pulling open the shirt. Devil marks, that's what they were supposed to be searching for, wasn't it? He wasn't even sure what they looked like, really. He couldn't remember anything like that from the few times he'd gone to mass with the others.

He certainly would have paid more attention if he'd know it could have helped him here. "If you don't give us any names, we'll have to make some up, you know."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Although there weren't any strange moles or birthmarks, Arion did have a number of scars; some fairly recent, while others were all but gone. "Go ahead, make up as many as you want," he muttered. Pretty much everyone he knew was on some list, anyway. He really didn't think it mattered.

He was starting to hate hearing them say his name. "I told you, I don't kn—" The sentence dissolved into a yelled protest, wordless but with clear meaning.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

His canvas was already marked up by someone else it looked like, something he was used to, but something he hadn't expected on this one. Belphegor traced along one of them with his knife, a little crest of blood rising beneath it.

"You don't what?"

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Arion didn't say anything, his expression unreadable, and only flinched slightly when the knife cut into skin. He didn't have the energy to keep this up; he hadn't eaten properly, hadn't slept properly. And a part of him was wondering why he cared in the first place. The only reaction he had left in him was for pain, and that was only because he couldn't help it. He shut his eyes; he didn't want to think about this, he couldn't think about this.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"All day, but the prince doesn't want to spend it all cutting up one witch," Belphegor tapped his knife against Arion's stomach as he reached into his pocket for more knives. Maybe some more immediate pain would be confession-inducing.

"So, Isaac," he shifted, burying one of his slender knives into Arion's leg with a speed that belied his eagerness, "Maybe you just want to confess so we're not wasting our time. Ushishishi."

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

For the first time, Arion outright screamed. His body instinctively twisted on itself, managing one frantic spasm before he collapsed. Past Belphegor, he could see the blade running through his jeans.

"Make up your fucking minds," he managed. He grimaced when X released his arm; the lack of pressure had almost just as adverse an effect. Fuck. "Since when have the hunters been the ones after the confessions, anyway? You're just supposed to catch witches." Although at this point, he didn't care. They wanted a confession, fine; he'd give them one. Maybe they'd actually stop like they said they would. Then he'd just leave it up to the church to torture him.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Belphegor drew in a slightly shuddering breath. The screaming was good. Even the blood that had started to slick his fingers was good. They'd already had so much fun hunting and he hadn't even had to see a drop of his own blood.

"See," his voice was thin, a touch more excited, "We're just saving the church time. If we get a confession from you, there's less work for them to do." He shifted, pressing the other knife, already stained from Arion's chest into his other leg, making him smile at the idea of how both of his legs matched now.

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

"FINE!" The word was scarcely understandable, merging with another scream as he tried to jerk free. Oh, fuck no, nonononono. "I'm a fucking witch!" Burning couldn't be any worse than this, right? At least that had a definite end.

Maybe he'd be able to knock himself out if he hit his head hard enough against the wall. He wanted to blackout. He desperately wanted to blackout.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

Belphegor grinned, pulling back with a self-satisfied glint in hidden eyes. That was more of the answer he was looking for. He reached up, patting Arion's hair, leaving the knives in his legs just in case he got any funny ideas. "Wasn't that easy, Isaac?"

[heronoday.livejournal.com]

Arion yelped in pain as X jarred his injuries, automatically struggling to get free. He shut his eyes, feeling nauseated; the bloodloss was starting to catch up with him.

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

"Shhhh," Belphegor shushed Arion, shifting to take the legs. He didn't like heavy work, but it would be too slow if he just let Marmon Mark 2 handle the heavy work. One of his hands bumped against the knife lodged in his right leg, a warning for their Isaac not to struggle too much.

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[OOC: Yes, done. :D; I'm sorry; I was not expecting it to go on for this long. The worst part (for Arion) is that all of this was for naught; I guess Tony and Ky did a trade of some sort and so he's going to be let off. >>;]

[prince-ripper.livejournal.com]

ooc: Yay, done~! :3 ... at least now he has two new bffs? *shot*