Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos

[Tommy Gunns]

2, 568 Hours...

He counted every single one of em' since that day. His body was ripped and torn in every place imaginable on that day...

...A ticking noise was all he heard before it happened. Then fire and flames surrounded him before he could even blink...

He thought he was dead. He knew he should have been dead. But he wasn't. Unconscious for so long. Not knowing where he was. All he knew is that 10 of those days after the start of it all was spent in the back of some sort of vehicle...The only thing saving him was whoever had him in their possession tossing in a meal every day or so...

2,586 Hours...

Scraps...Nothing fit for a human being to eat...Nothing fit for a man of his size to eat or try to survive on...Where was he? Who had him? What happened to the others?...Were they in the same position he was in?

Were they locked inside some make shift prison...Damp and cold...Little to no light shining into the small space that had became his home...

2,568 Hours...107 Days...

He could barely move at this point. His body was suffering from lack of nourishment...It took all of his energy to stand up on both feet by this time. The torture sessions didn't help much either...Every few hours he'd be subjected to the sickest of acts whoever had him could think of...He was stabbed...Cut...Subjected to electrocution...Nearly drowned several times every few days...You name it, they did it. He had no idea who the man was. He only knew he was merciless...Unforgiving...And relentless...

2,568 Hours of this...107 Days endured...

He lay on his back on the cold damp floor. Almost feeling the few rodents that had inhabited the small crawl space with him for half of the time he had been here...His breathing was slow and paced...Trying to remain as focused as he could...As he waited, for what he knew was coming...Soon...

A bright light shown into the room, forcing him to partly close his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness from so long in darkness. Almost immediately the sound of the large steel door being opened could be heard. Afterwards a sick laugh, just barely heard by his ears. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. It was going to be hell...All over again and he knew it hearing those steps getting closer and closer to him. He raised his arm to his face, his hand covering what light he could from entering his eyes, looking up into the eyes of his captor...

[var]

Stepping into the room. Sadistic devilish grin on his face. A laugh escaping his figure. His face not visible just yet. A brief shaking of the head. Seems as if his new pet has still found the strength to keep on living. That was good. He needed him to stay alive. What fun would it be if he was to just up and die on him? This man seemed to be a strong willed on. Only made his job just that much more enjoyable. Squatting down to be eye level with him. He looks at his pet. Speaking in his heavy German accent...

"How's it going sunshine? Hahahaha..."

He stood up straight. Cracking his neck. It was time to get down to business. Looking down at his pet. He brings his right leg back. Swinging forward. He busts his pet across the jaw with his steel toe black leather boots. Knocking them down to the cold floor. He would then lean down and scoop his pet from under his arms. Dragging his massive frame across the floor and out of the room. Finding his way to a long and wide wooden table. Lifting the man up, he plops the body across the table. Hard to move dead weight, but he managed to get them onto the table. He would then find the ankles and wrists of his pet with leather straps attached to the table. Bounding him to it so that he couldn't move.

"'Ve're going to haff' a lil' fun tonight."

He begins to walk over to a bench that was close by. A toolbox sitting upon the bench. Opened. With plenty of fun tools and goodies to make tonight's festivities just that much better. Reaching inside of the toolbox. He grabbed onto the handle of something. Pulling his hand out. A corkscrew could be seen visible. He sticks his other hand into the tool box. Grabbing some more toys. This time, he pulls a few assorted blades out. Butcher's knife, doctor's scalpel, a good ol' Rambo looking knife. All of which were already stained with blood from the previous nights. Making his way over to where his pet laid. Helpless. He sets the knives down on the table. Keeping the corkscrew handy.

"Heh... heh... heh... 'Vhat shall 've start 'vith first? Maybe 've should 'vork our 'vay from the head down? Or 'vould you rather 've 'vork from the feet up....?


....I don't like 'vorking back'vords. Let's go head down... Shall 've?"

He took the corkscrew in his hand. Gripping it tightly. He lifted it up into the air. Then he jammed it down hard into the right shoulder of his pet. Blood spurting from the new open wound made. His pet flinching horribly in pain. This just caused that devilish grin of his to grow. Getting off on other's suffering. He began to twist that corkscrew. Driving it deeper into the flesh.

[Tommy Gunns]

_{"Ahh...Fu...Fuuuck!...You muth...Muthafu..."}

All he could muster from the object being shoved violently into his shoulder. He cringed in pain. Mirror image of convulsing it was almost. He shivered, in pain. His body thrashed from side to side, unable to form enough energy, enough fight, enough resistance to fight his subduer away from the latest of attacks.

His breathing had risen immediately as he saw the corkscrew headed towards his body. Crashing, and ripping into his skin, blood splatter covering his own face a single second later...He struggled to form words, even in pain. He was drained...Void of any life almost. All he could do was suffer...Surrender, in hopes it would end...

Or that all would end...Ceasing to exist. Was he wishing for his demise at this point? Had he given up? Any sane man would have by now. Yet he was never one to be considered sane he thought...He could feel the multiple strikes with the object being sent into his flesh, the blood gushing from him over and over, his only saving grace?

The sound of a nearby ringing tone...Causing for a pause in the assault...His subduer backing off momentarily as he arose from his kneeling position and making his way across the dark and damp holding cell with that sick laugh of his once again echoing through the room...Mercy...Was given to him...But for how long?

[Taylor Devereaux]

Coinciding with This

"Tobias answer damnit. Come on, pick up, pick up."

The phone continued to ring in the palm of her hand. She had made it to the other side of the room by now, leaning against the bar that was in the Order's private locker room looking back over to Brianna who seemed to be still speaking with Miss Angel. She smiled to her, as if giving her a thumbs up as she waited and waited, wondering what he could be doing at a time like this.

[var]

"You like that....? Ha... ha... ha... Don't 'vorry... I'll break you soon enough..... You can't hold up 'vith this forever..."

Was he enjoying this? Yes. You bet. Why would anybody enjoy such disturbing pleasures? Why would someone be into this kind of junk? The world may never know. The cruelty of man is a wonder. The things human beings do to each other is just unspeakable. As he left that corkscrew in the shoulder of his pet, he begins to reach across the table to the blades he had brought over. But before he could grab one, his concentration was broken. The sound of a generic ringtone was heard behind him. He took a breath. Sighing heavily. Muttering to himself...

"....Kommen Sie auf. Könnte die Hölle es sein der? Ich versuche, hier zu arbeiten. Ugh.....

.........Hold up."

He turns around. Walking over to where a black leather trench coat was laid across a chair. Reaching forward, he dug into the inside pocket of the coat. Pulling that ringing cell phone from his pocket. Looking down at it with an eyebrow arched. It was his boss. Guess if he must answer it..... Flipping it open and lifting it to his ear. He answers the call...

"Hello Ms. Devereaux. 'Vhat can I help you 'vith?"

[Taylor Devereaux]

Finally his voice was heard over the conversation, bringing a sense of relief to her while she glanced over in Brianna’s direction with a tiny smile on her face. Speaking into the phone, she cupped it with both hands, hoping to keep this little dialog between he and herself.

“Well for starters you can tell me where you've been these past few days. Why haven’t I heard from you this week? You know our employers expect us to remain in constant contact. One in particular wishes for you to remain in Chicago as much as possible. Hint Hint. He knows that..."

Her words come to a brief pause, looking in Brianna's direction again, making sure her words were undetectable to her ears. Then...

_{"He knows they're here. And of course he's worried."}

"Besides, there may be some side work for you soon depending on a few variables and, choices. Where are you? Are you still in Los Angeles?”

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[var]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

The boss calling to check up on him. Shouldn't they know he guarantees his work? Even though he's not always there when he's gone, he is always on time. Regardless of what it may be that gets in his way. He can guarantee his arrival. Shaking his head. His contractors need to have some patience, he thought.

"I'm still in Los Angeles Ms. Devereaux. Tying up a loose end here so 've haff' one less to 'vorry about. But you say they've arrived already? Good. Real good. Haha... He need not 'vorry about me. I'll be there 'vhen it's time. Just got to finish 'vith this one and I'll hop on the next flight out there."

Strolling over towards the table. Looking down at his pet. A laugh escapes him again.

"He's being a little hard headed and refuses to cooperate. But I'll make em come around..."

His eyes drawn back to his tools on the table. The blades he would love to get back to work.

"You know I've got my 'vays...."

[Taylor Devereaux]

She shook her head hearing his words. Tobias. Always taking things to the extreme when the target SHOULD have been annihilated months ago. A farce of an attack she had discovered it to be at a later date and time. Merely to keep this certain one as a pet of torture for himself. She'd never comprehend the man's way of thinking with such things, knowing that their employers would frown upon such things if they were to be informed of them. IF they were...

"Look, I know how much you enjoy your "work" Tobias? But I think it's potentially damning to be so adamant about playing Jigsaw with this one. We know they'll be searching for him before long now don't we? They know there was no body found Tobias. Don't let this turn out to be a mistake on your part. I'd hate to have to answer to the Council alongside of you since I vouched for your usefulness in this venture. "

"Now if you could, pull yourself away from pet time and dispose of him already? Somewhere where he won't be found for quite some time. Play times over Tobias. Let's let it go alright."

[var]

"Please... Don't compare me to some pathetic American fable.... That sugar coated, 'vatered down tale... Is merely child's play compared to 'vhat can happen to a man in the real 'vorld..."

His attention looks over to where his pet was laying. Taking a breath. He let a sigh out. And he was just beginning to enjoy himself. Guess it was time to cut it short. His pet was lucky. Shaking his head. He lifts his head up.

"Lucky...."

Muttering something to himself. He shook his head. Disappointment. Got to hate it.

"Okay. Alright. Alright. I can do that. It'll be done. Ugh... Such a buzzkill. I'll dispose of him tonight. Book a ticket for Chicago. And make my return.

[Taylor Devereaux]

"It would be greatly appreciated Tobias. I'll be in contact soon."

And with that the call had ended as the phone was closed, placed to her side as she glanced in Brianna's direction shaking her head back and forth, pondering would Tobias truly do what he had proclaimed he would.

[var]

Closing the cell phone. He begins to walk over to the table. Looking across the body of his pet. Damn. He had to get rid of the body. What to do? What to do? This is Los Angeles. There are beaches around here. Let's let the sea have him... But first... He'll be taking a souvenir. Proceeding to walk over to where he laid his blades. He begins to reach for one.

"I'm sorry, my friend. But it looks like 've haff' to cut our lil' game short. Don't 'vorry though. I 'von't forget you. As a matter of fact... How about you give me something to always remember you by....?"

Grabbing a blade. He begins to walk over to his pet's head. Placing his palm down on the forehead of his pet. He got his knife ready. Bringing it slowly down to their face. He begins to dig it into his skin. Whistling a happy little tune as he did so. His pet tossing and turning violently as much as they could as they felt the blade pierce and dig into their skin. A few moments later.... He lifted the blood cover blade up. And in his other hand... An eyeball...Turning away from his pet. Continuing to whistle. Leaving his twitching pet on the table. He laid the blade down in the toolbox. Placing the eye inside of a tin can that he had inside the toolbox. Then he began to walk over to where his pet laid. Grin on his face. He loved what he saw before him. Leaning forward. To where his face was by the ear of his pet. He whispered....

"Let's go for a swim... Shall 've?"

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