[TW for unsanitary location and sharp objects, gore, unnatural objects piercing skin, eye trauma]
Eiji hangs his head low, body limp. Heāsā¦ accepting this. He did what he swore he would never do. Begging for forgiveness isā¦ just not right. Itās far too late. He chose curiosity over his humanity, and him being killed for it is only fair. The only problem here is knowing that thisā¦ is hurting so many people. All of this, not just his trial.
Before Eiji can even yelp from surprise, his thoughts are cut off by the feeling of metal clamping onto his limbs, the sound of clinking chains drowning out his thoughts as heās dragged away.
Itās a blur, really. Before he fully realizes, heās locked inside a grimy room that reeks of blood and rot, sending a shiver down his spine. Holding his breath, he remains still for a few long moments before he eventually swallows and tries to move, realizing heās been tied down onto a chair thatās caked with blood, old and fresh. Just like the roomās walls and floor.
Thisā¦ Ah. Fittingly it looks like something straight out of a horror movie, instantly making him feel much more at home. Funny, really. He can tell this is the real deal, but seeing such a cheesy, classic sceneā¦ It almost helps him relax. Taking a deep breath, he looks around, wondering if this silence is intentional. ā...Hello?ā, he calls out, looking around, but he gets no answer. The only sound in the room is the loud ticking of something in the background.
ā...Anyone?ā, he calls again, almost desperate for something to happen. As if on cue, a sharp pain suddenly surfaces in his gut and he lets out a strangled grunt, trembling at the sight of a small knife embedded in his ribcage. It hasnāt hit anything too vital, but it hurts. And Eiji is pretty slow to realize that this execution is going to be the worst possible kind - torture. Ā
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...Itās agonizingly slow. After five more knives making their new home in his body, Heās managed to figure out that a knife shoots at him every ten seconds, if the ticking of the clock is to be trusted. Though he also figures that the ticking is not a clock at all, but itās the machine thatās throwing the knives. He could swear itās not real seconds anyway - each tick comes way too slowly. Warm blood pools on his seat, dripping down to the floor just to produce another constant sound in the background. He canāt decide whether breathing hurts more than it helps. But he does know that heās losing his mind.
...8...9... Crying out as the next knife digs into his left eye, Eiji concludes that this is absolute hell. He feels dizzy. He feels sick. He feels agony from any small movement he makes. But a small part of him knows he deserves it. Eye for an eye. Life for a life. Itās only fair, right?
But dammit, he really would just prefer to die already.
ā¦
...How long has it been? He canāt count anymore.
It hurts.
Just end it.
Please.
He knows itās his fault, he does. Heāll go to hell, he can accept that. He begs in his mind, unable to talk.
He begs for the next knife to cut something vital.
...The next one never comes.
The machine continues making the ticking noises, mechanism activating with a clunk and a creak after ten have passed, but nothing flies out anymore. Eiji only stares at it, betrayed. It started this, yet canāt even finish him off? How cruel. How terrible. What a waste of material. How incrediblyā¦ lame.
It feels like forever to him, writhing in agony, but eventually the pain starts to fade somewhat. Ahā¦ heās dying. The only thing he does anymore is chuckle lowly, some blood spilling past his lips as the chuckle evolves into a gurgle. Heās kind of disappointed, deep inside. He was hopeful that his death wouldāve been something gory and gruesome, something he could at least respect - yet here he is. A barely living pincushion, simply bleeding to death. Howā¦ mild. So, so lame. So boring. Nobody would want watch this.
Itās... so... d i s a p p o i n t i n g.
His remaining eye closes, and soon after he loses consciousness, any trace of life leaves his limp body. The quiet sound of blood dripping onto the floor remains as the only sound in the small room.
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With another execution over, youāve come to expect Monowolfās teleporting. The pain that goes through your head is no more than an inconvenience by now, which probably means youāve been hanging around with these Volitions too much. Something like that. When youāre back in your home dimension, you notice that itās still quite dark. Itās probably only like two, three in the morning, something like that.
And, of course, you notice Takumiās horribly mauled body up in the branches of the Light Tree. Thereās still blood dripping from his wounds onto you below, which is pretty gross. Kleis, once again, takes it upon herself to retrieve the body. Throwing him over one shoulder, she starts to head over to the Mortuary again...but then she stops and looks over at you.
ā...Hey. You know...you guys are pretty close. You can end this soon if you want.ā
āJust remember...You only need to catch the Mastermind.ā
