The Jackal's fears haunting his mind despite the obvious malice that lay in that voice, Incubus pressed forward.

"Yeah... I want to know."

edited 17th May '11 11:11:41 PM by StolenByFaeries

"Give me a kiss then," Toymaker hissed.

"You're kidding me right?"

But Incubus knew he wasn't... and quite frankly the thought made his bllod run cold. Not only was this a sadistic murderer who would probably try to kill him and maybe not even give him the information... it was a guy!

That's real great Mal - you know if it was a girl you might want to put some thought into that.

Toymaker waited, his predatory sneer never leaving his face.

"You're fucking serious?" Incubus felt bile rising in his throat, "How about getting someone else? Or giving me an hour to go change my orientation."

Somehow the idea of Bryce walking in on this idiocy also entered his head and made him blanche.

"I could always not give you the information," Toymaker sneered.

Incubus wanted to walk away - leave the crazy motherfucker alone. There were other prisoners who should know something... right? And this bastard could be lying.

But the Jackal's words kept playing in his mind. And whether he liked it or not he had helped to put the man here - sent him to his death.

Mal, you should know that emotions are nothing to base a decision on.

"Fine... bastard."

Do not read this if your name is not Stolen By Faeries.

Toymaker smiled maliciously.

"I couldn't hear much," he whispered. "Not at first, anyway... It was just a soft cry..."

"It took a moment, but eventually, he started screaming."

"I went out the back... I wanted to watch, you understand? I thought, maybe I'd get to see a doll break again..."

"He was screaming in pain by the time I got there."

"His fingers were red raw with blood. He was scratching and tearing at his waist, you see?"

"I thought it would be beautiful, but... It... was... horrifying..."

"He tore off a piece of his own waist as we watched, you see. So we could see what was underneath."

"But there, there, there wasn't anything there. Just, a bleak lump, shifting and moving like water as he touched it, quivering as it ate away at him from the inside out..."

"It took... what seemed like forever. But soon enough, the crunching started."

"He was alive the whole time... It didn't let him die..."

"His chest started bubbling up. The cracks got louder... I could only figure that it was eating his chest then."

"It let him die, after that. I think it was taking too much out of it to sustain him."

"The others all ran off to their cells, to be sick, probably. I... I was frozen to the spot."

"It took nearly five more minutes... But eventually, it got to his head. His legs and torso were done by then."

"I couldn't... couldn't bear to watch... once it started to dribble out his eye sockets, as his head slowly caved in..."

"I looked back a minute later. It was already done by then."

"It was just... sitting on the middle of the floor, blood leaking out of it..."

"... I'm going to be sick."

He bent over the toilet, and started to throw up again.

edited 18th May '11 12:43:44 AM by CyganAngel

The Toymaster eventually straightened, wiping at his mouth.

"I'm not sure who could have done it, but I can tell you what did it."

"There's only one thing that can do that- nanobots. Microscopic robots, so small you can't see them with your naked eye. Look for people who can make and control nanobots. You'll find your answers there."

He grinned. "Can I have my kiss now?"

Incubus wasn't sure what made him feel sicker: the gruesome description of the Jackal's death, or the fact that the guy still wanted the kiss after recounting the death.

The Jackal's face flashed across his mind again and the guilt rose up again. That man was just... a sack of skin now. No more recognizable than leather.

Looking over to the Toymaker he fought back his disgust.

"Yeah..."

Toymaker pressed his face between the bars of his cell, grinning maniacally at Incubus.

Incubus once again felt the bile rise in his throat. He thought about walking away but he didn't actually like lying or breaking promises - it was one of his very few principles.

And the information was valuable - only a handful of people and organizations could have access to that sort of technology. At least that he could think of.

Incubus walked closer to the bars, not bothering to hide the disgust on his face. "You're disgusting, you know that?"

With that Incubus leaned in...

All of a sudden, there was another person behind Incubus. The mysterious figure loked around. "Oh crap. Where am I?" He asked as he looked around. He saw the Toymaker and Incubus about to kiss. "Oh... this is awkward! I'm so sorry!" He began to fade away as he spoke.

edited 18th May '11 6:02:57 AM by wannabeotaku

Beanie Boy whispered to his companion.

"The rabbit hops at midnight," He said randomly as he rolled slowly after the Fogata and the giant, making sure to keep a good distance away from them, ducking behind and around building pillars, alleys, and the occasional hot dog stand.

Once they arrived at the parking construct he made sure to duck behind a car about a building away, looking to see what would happen next.

"GREETINGS!" Houdini said as he approached the receptionist with voice that oozed of ham. "I have come to see someone. I believe you are holding here the villain known as "Checkmate"?"

“Hmm…” Should I really be looking for trouble? Alyson wondered as she walked by a parking garage after failing to hail two more taxis. I mean, I’m Registered and all, but I’m just a college student. What if they have some kind of rule against people who aren’t in law enforcement fighting crime? They’d think I went rogue or something! Just then, she spied a couple of people. She thought it was odd since they didn’t appear to be moving towards any of the vehicles. They just stood there, as if waiting for something. It was then that she noticed that the one person’s hand appeared to be made of metal, or at the very least it was silver and shiny. Shit! She quickly ducked behind a nearby pillar. Shit, shit, shit! She took a deep breath, but her whole body was still shaking. A pair of Supers? Okay, calm down…maybe it’s not what it seems. She took a glance around the corner and saw them still standing there. Okay. No problem. All you have to do is flash your card/badge/thing/whatever. Yeah… If they’re registered, they’ll just leave you alone. Maybe give you some pointers or advice? But if they’re not, and you flash your card… She took a deep gulp wondering what to do next.

edited 18th May '11 9:53:04 AM by KarlKadaver

...And so, Stretch huddled right beside the man, for he still had a cover to keep.

"So then," asked Stretch to the man, "what is your next plan of action? Just waiting here?"

"Essentially. I don't want to be noticed. Need to let them carry on and see if they do anything bad or not," Beanie Boy explained as he got up and slowly rolled towards the parking garage entrance but hugging the sides, keeping unseen.

While they were alone in the garage Adamant tried asking the woman a few questions, "Why did you bring me here? Who are you exactly, cause no normal person would befriend a super.", he turned around looking for the guy with the beanie. He didn't see him but Adamant believed that he was nearby, since he went through the trouble of following them.

"Is that guy with the hat with the government?", he looked around the area trying to find routes of escape if he needed to run.

"..." The receptionist looked at him.

"Registered Supers only. Card, please."

The next few seconds took Incubus by surprise in the worst possible manner.

He didn't know how his tongue ended up where it did but it was certainly not his intention. And then there was a very sudden and very accute pain.

Pulling back it took a moment for his brain to put the pieces together - but time moved faster than it. The Toymaker spat something out at him and grinned maniacally, blood dripping from his mouth. Incubus afforded a glance at the item, only then realizing that his own mouth was full of red, staining his shirt. It was more that and the still dominating pain than his now blurry sight that clarified the matter. The... thing had bitten off his tongue.

"Speak no evil, doll! You hear me?!" The Toymaker exclaimed, stil grinning, "SPEAK NO EVIL! THEY'LL FIND YOU! THEY'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND RIP YOU APART SO SLOWLY YOU'LL WISH TO DIE LIKE THAT!"

Malachi sunk down onto the floor: oblivious to everything but his pain, rage, and wondering what on earth the Toymaker was saying.

"Hmmm...let me see." Houdini said as he pretended to check his pockets, knowing full well it wasn't there.

"Now where could it..." he started, then popped it out through his sleeve and caught it in his fingers as it flew by. "Ah! HERE it is!"

He held it out so that the receptionist could clearly see it.

edited 18th May '11 5:59:35 PM by SpaceJawa

The women reached up and took the card, swiping it into a machine before handing it back.

"Houdini, right? You're free to go. Floor 4, Cellblock C Room 16."

The figure stopped fading when he saw that Toymaker bit off Malachi's tongue. "Oh damn! We gotta get you to a hospital!" he exclaimed as he went to hold Malachi and begin the "teleportation" process. "If you can hear me try to stay awake, I haven't done this much before..." The prison began to melt away and there was a brief, almost maddening glimpse of absolutely everything in the universe going on at the same time, before the two heroes wound up in an emergency room at a hospital. "Can We get some help here?"

"Thank you." Houdini replied with a ginormous smile as he took the card, then proceed onward to the designated cell.

If Checkmate was anything like he remembered from the last time they had been together as part of the Ferocious Five, this would be quite an entertaining meeting indeed.