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superhell2023-02-11 10:52 pm
hellscapes) wrote in superhell2023-02-11 10:52 pm
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WEEK ZERO: EXECUTION
Hello, deadlings.
Ha. Ha ha.
Yesterday was a wild chain of events, wasn't it? Nine hours is a long time to work, but you solved the case and voted for the correct culprit. Lucky you. But the weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.
On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.
Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.
At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around.
-Bloody Mary and Midori are seated together, staring intensely at the stage.
-Blue Hawaiian and Malibu Sunset are draped over each other, phones in hand and slightly covered by Cosmopolitan.
-Rosé is seated nearby, tapping their foot impatiently.
As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.
BUCKY BARNES
10AM
Enjoy the show
No matter where you look, you will find that Bucky is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.
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Bucky's has formed back into a singular man, broad shouldered and tall, with a cowl that has small wings coming off it by the ears. The shadow has formed a dungeon around them, and Bucky is chained to the shadow wall while the man looms over him. And then the man lifts his arm, long dangling chains coming from it...
...and whips Bucky with it. Over and over. Bucky strangles the urge to scream, biting down on his tongue hard enough that blood begins to leak from his mouth. ]
Someone dumb and weak enough to drag me down with them should never have been my partner.
[ Eventually, Bucky can't hold it in anymore. With another few lances of the chain-whip, he lets out a scream, wet and gurgled around the blood in his mouth. ]
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The shadow drip, drip, drips over Hunter, creeping up his body, restraining his limbs, slowly encapsulating him. He hisses and grits his teeth in pain, kicking and trying to break out of the shadow's hold — but it's easier than done as its grip grow tighter the more he struggles. At this point, it's mostly his shoulders and his face that are still visible.
The shadow leans its head closer to him so they're almost face. More goo lands on Hunter's face, right over the cut on his cheek.] Let's finish what we started and rid this world of evil.
[Absolutely not. He glares and struggles even harder, some of the goo... retreating? Or not exactly. More like it's sinking into his skin, becoming part of him. Hm.]
Leave me alone!
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Y-you...shut up...!
[ there's blood bubbling up from his mouth. His clothes have been lashed open, leaving his torso bare and slick with blood. His hair is soaked with it. The shadow raises his arm again for another crack of the chainwhip.
But Bucky forces his arm up. Slowly, trembling, he raises it up and--somehow, he grabs the dungeon wall around him. Like a blanket, he jerks his arm and tears, the entire scene ripping apart. ]
If you want dragging down...I'll show you dragging down!!
[ The torture dungeon warps and warps around him and the shadow man until eventually it's--it's a rocket. A missile. A small pinprick at first, as though shooting towards them from the sky, but with another jerk of Bucky's hand, it rapidly grows enormous and crashes into the scene with a massive explosion that engulfs both the shadow man and Bucky himself. ]
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Dropping a bomb on the stage is surely fine and will cause no issues whatsoever.
Which is to say, both Hunter and his shadow get flung away from the force of the explosion and slammed into the wall. Then, for a long moment after the blast goes off, the audience's view of the stage is obscured.
When it all begins to clear, there are no longer two figures in Hunter's corner. Only one shadowy silhouette, vaguely Hunter shaped if you ignore the antlers protruding from its head, pushing itself up from the ground on shaking limbs.]
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It's over. It's done for.
Except...it's not?
He twitches. His hand, shakier than ever, reaches forward. His knee shifts. He is crawling, slowly, slippery in the pool of blood, but crawling nonetheless. Teeth clenched, Bucky forces himself forward through the pain and the slick to agonizingly inch his way towards Hunter. ]
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And it has to be restrained, the left hand grabbing it by the wrist, trying to keep it down as it claws and scratches at him. Fun!]
... Come on, man. [A little wheezy. Hoarse. But when the shadow speaks, that's Hunter's voice, alright.] You haven't had enough already?
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He darts out his hand and grabs Hunter's leg, dragging himself in close enough to bite down on his ankle with as much force as he can muster.
Everything hurts. He can hardly move. He's probably more exposed wound than man, now. But as long as he's alive, then nothing else matters: he will keep going. ]
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Then he's taking a deep breath. Hunched over with the strain of having to fight his own body so it doesn't hecking murder him, too, limbs shaking. He breathes out, watching Bucky continue to struggle despite the fact that he's visibly in pain and dying. He braces himself.]
Okay... Okay.
[And, letting go of his right arm — his left arm extends and transforms into a scythe to slash at Bucky's throat. His right arm immediately tries to choke Hunter out at the same time but, well. That's just how it be for the irony.]
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The scythe swings down and slices open Bucky's throat. With a choked gargle, he falls still.
Bucky Barnes is dead. ]
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the applause tapers off and the shadows stand upright, fluid movements enhanced under the lights. bucky's shadow scoops up his body, and without another word steps back into the darkness to take him away.
hunter's shadow, meanwhile, begins to shrink little by little, returning to its original size and settling behind him once more. it looks like it's back to normal…but who's to say?
the lights are raised in the bar and the door swings open. the table of demons seem to be watching before they all begin to move once more. midori and rosé immediately leave without another word and without looking back. malibu sunset rises to their feet from their new position on the floor, following after blue hawaiian who is half-carrying cosmopolitan out of the bar. only bloody mary remains for any length of time, giving the room a once-over before speaking. ]
"Go ahead and partake. The last ferry leaves at 5pm."
[ and then they, too, exit the bar. everyone is free to linger around the island for the rest of the afternoon if they'd like. there's alcohol and food available all day, and while the trial bar isn't open the island has space for anyone who wants to find a quiet place to relax a little. you've all lived to see another day…enjoy it, for now. ]
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anyway just for posteriority he's going to fuck off immediately unless someone stops him bye]