It's the Beginning of the End [CLOSED]

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Who| Signless and Justin, later Signless's corpse and the people who wanted to discover it
What| MURDERS, the aftermath of said murders
Where| Fifth floor, in the bioluminescence exhibit
When| Week 4, during the night
Warnings/Notes| Decapitation/dismemberment and everything that goes with

The Signless has wandered away from Kankri and Venus for the moment. He hasn't yet been able to see this exhibit at night when it glows, and he's glad now that he decided to investigate the light. It's strangely comforting -- not really familiar, but quiet and dark and just secluded enough that he doesn't feel like he's in immediate danger.

Of course, this is the arena, and he is 100% wrong.

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"I like to think so."

He takes his eyes off Justin to trace the path of a jellyfish beneath the glass floor. Now would be the ideal time to catch him off-guard.

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The troll relaxes, and Justin moves. The mask comes up, right hand pressing wood against his face and his sixth sense floods in information, activates and he can feel the thousands of tiny, low-energy souls in the tanks around them, and the bright hot pulse of the Signless.

It's that soul he aims at as he throws his left arm out, blade appearing from the back of his forearm. The guillotine blade detaches, connected to his arm by a sturdy chain, and strikes out. If the troll does not move before the blade hits, it will cut his torso in two.

[69problems]

It's a lucky thing for the Signless that he had sweeps and sweeps to build up quick reflexes in case that noise he just heard was an Alternian zombie or a highblood's arrow or a hungry beast. He manages to scramble sideways and to his feet, though the blade doesn't entirely miss him: it cuts through the fabric of his pajama shirt.

It's a good strategy, really, he thinks as he tries to mentally locate the nearest exit while simultaneously moving in whatever direction Justin is not in. Talk to your victim, put them at ease, strike when you know you can catch them off-balance. Probably makes a good show for the Capitol, too, because they all know what's coming and have to wait through the mounting suspense.

He runs.

[deafscythe]

The troll runs, and Justin sends his weapon form after. Not the blade this time, but the headlock of the guillotine, attached to the end of a chain growing from Justin's forearm. It swoops low across the floor, controlled by thought rather than physics. If it clamps down around the troll's leg, Justin will take the opportunity to pull him down and slam him into the glass of one of the jellyfish tanks in the walls.

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He goes down with a shout and a thunk against the glass, turning on the ground to see what's got ahold of him. This is an ability quite unlike anything he's ever seen before, and in any other circumstance he might be interested in learning what it is and how it works, but the important part right now is that it's making it a lot harder for him to run away. He scrabbles at the headlock but his yellow nails are as nubby as the rest of him and it doesn't do much good.

[deafscythe]

Even if the Signless weren't unfortunately nubby, it would take a crowbar and excessively sweaty strength to break Justin's current hold.

The death scythe steps closer, close enough to read the troll's lips in case he starts to beg for his life. Not that Justin would let him go free, but begging has some entertainment value.

"Any last words?"

[69problems]

He thinks about that. There's no point in begging for his life, and it would make him appear weak. He doesn't want to become a career, but he also doesn't want to look like a coward. 12 deserves better. He's going to give them better.

So he just says,

"Find me, after the arena. I think I'd like to get to know you better."

[deafscythe]

Something in Justin's expression shifts, maybe not visible under the mask, a change from a smirk to something like a genuine smile.

"Of course."

Death should be quick, nearly painless. The headlock on the troll's leg pulls away, transforming instantly into a blade that will slam through his throat.

[69problems]

Unlike many insects, trolls can't live in pieces. Red blood splatters against the glass and obscures some of the light from the jellyfish, but other than that, the Signless's body isn't really going to be doing much anymore.

[deafscythe]

The encounter had been quick, efficient, almost calm. The troll's last words had helped with that.

But the sight of the bright red blood does something to Justin's mind, to the part of him that listened so willingly to the voice of the Messiahs. Blood, and he wants to see more, so the blade comes down again, cutting cleanly through the ribcage, then again, through the gut. Again, again, blood splattering the floors and walls, and without noticing, Justin kneels, lets the blood soak into his clothing, drags his hands through ruined flesh. At some point, he started laughing, blood-damp hands running over his face, through his hair.

See? Look at what he has done. Find him worthy of the notice of the gods. He will paint himself with blood.


Eventually, he finds enough inner stability to rise to his feet and leave.