yuggoth | ( EXECUTION

Unlike the previous day, those who are asleep past 8:00 AM will experience no pain as they're roused awake. Instead, they're pulled from their sleep peacefully, almost as if enveloped in a mother's loving embrace. A comfortable warmth spreads through their body as they open their eyes, finding themselves free of any grogginess or disorientation. Similarly, those who woke up early or were unable to sleep at all will find themselves alert and ready to take on the day. Considering what is about to transpire, however... no one would be blamed for wishing they could stay asleep.

"Good morning. My staff and I hope you were able to sleep well. As promised, an execution will take place on this fine day. Please make your way to the pool area. A member of our distinguished staff will be waiting for you with a summary of last night's results."

Just like the previous day, residents who do not make their way to the Pool/Outdoor Dining Area before 8:15 AM will be forcibly escorted out of their rooms (or wherever else they may be). True to Craftly's words, one of the faceless men will be waiting under the pool's shiny new tent while all the current survivors gather. Once everyone is there, with the exception of Suzaku, the staff member will take a poster out of absolutely nowhere and hang it up for everyone to see. It seems to be a result of last night's events.

VICTIMS:
ALOY, THE SCIENTIST
APOLLO JUSTICE, THE MORTICIAN
L'ARACHEL, THE FASHIONISTA
RYOU BAKURA, THE REPORTER
SETO KAIBA, THE PSYCHOLOGIST

MAJORITY VOTE:
SUZAKU, THE WOODSMAN

EXECUTIONER:
H.C. ANDERSEN

INNSMOUTH MOTEL & CO

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I'm unfamiliar with this machinery. Will you tell me? I don't quite care for surprises except in cinema.

[Surprise tragedies, of course. He loves a good unhappy ending.]

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[Well that certainly wipes the smirk off of Suzaku's face for a full half a minute. But then when it comes back, he can't stop himself from laughing. It's a mistake, because it only makes the wire cut further into his abdomen.]

Electrocution? How delightfully ironic! My own weapon used to kill me. I'd applaud if I could.

[So he knows very well...this is going to hurt. He's seen people die in glorious agony before at his own disposal thanks to this very type of death sentence. Though, it was always over much quicker than this proposes to...if you're not counting his attempts at slaying Yusuke Urameshi, that is.]

I like to think I have a high pain tolerance. I can't decide if I find this unfortunate.

You're the cynical one, not me.

[He reserves the right to enjoy his poetic justice as far as he can stand it. Carefully, he flexes his fingers for what could very well be the last time as he thinks about an answer to Andersen's question.]

Hard to say. After 400 years, one loses count. However, most of my victims have been lowly demonic creatures, simply given my ban from the human realm, if that makes any sort of moral difference.

[It doesn't. He enjoys it too much to matter.]

No, I suppose not. A single strong burst of electricity from my storm of torment was usually enough to kill an enemy instantly. I don't imagine I'm going to be granted the same luxury.

[And if he's being honest, he doesn't want it. He doesn't want to go out comfortably. He wants to go out angry and violent, like a lightbulb bursting under strain. He can't win this game, so he wants to at least be a showstopper.

What a ham, honestly.

When the needle pierces his flesh, it's the best he can do to stop himself from moving involuntarily. Still, Suzaku winces. It's not exactly comfortable.]

A bite like a viper, that is.

[He'd respond, but he's too busy hissing as Andersen forces down the needle as far as he can. Blood, of course, pools quickly out at the effort. One, two, breathe. Focus on breathing while you still have the energy to pull air into your lungs. Before they seize up. Before they turn into sludge. He watches Andersen silently as he prepares the next needle.]

I want to thank you.

Don't argue, just be grateful.

[THIS IS AN HONOR, ANDERSEN.]

You volunteered, didn't you? Not that I deserve any sort of preferential treatment, but I'm glad it's you doing this. I don't care if your limited body causes me more suffering. Ultimately, this was always to have an end.

Maybe there will be a library in the afterlife. I'll read even more of your works.

[He really wanted to. It's the simple things. Especially when one has little else to do when you're not murdering or trespassing. Or getting drunk.]

Almost out of wires? Well then, the main event is about to start. I can tell I'll be rendered quite wordless in a moment, so let me provide an overture to the symphony of my screams.

[It becomes quickly apparent that the more he talks, the less he's addressing Andersen. He doesn't bother looking toward the crowd--he's not going to waste his energy on the strain of such a simple action--but projects his voice enough to be sure that they can hear him.]

A word of caution to my fellow competitors: take yesterday's trial as a warning. I was cursed and belittled for the measures I took to try and ensure my own survival, but I don't deny being what I am. I am a demon, and I lack the same human sensibilities that many of you possess. I threw the votes into a state of chaos because many of you were afraid. Call me the coward for my deception, but even lying I accepted my fate without fear or protest. I lost.

There are two murderers among you who continue to deceive you. They will not stop. And I can guarantee you will not find them if you carry on the way that you do. Each week will get harder. You've already begun to doubt one another. Cast aside your goodness. Your beliefs at a happy ending. These things will only kill you faster. The rules we've all been given leave no room for the weak of heart. How will you proceed when the ones you trust the most turn on you? When you’re among the last standing, when you’ve gotten so far, when there are no monsters to take the blame...that is when the real test begins.

And you will all suffer so exquisitely.

[He looks back to Andersen again. The grim, steady look in his eyes confirms that he’s ready.]

[He's as ready as he's ever gonna be, so Suzaku nods back and opens his mouth.]

[A lot of things begin to happen very quickly with Suzaku's body. First, the force of the electricity jolts his body upward in an arc away from the table. His muscles seize. The barbed wire holds him in place, but barely, tearing and ripping down into his skin with excessive force. It almost seems as if he'll be severed into pieces, but the wire holds, perhaps catching onto his bones.

He doesn't scream. At least, not at first. It almost seems as if he's not going to. But that changes as the skin around the wires burns and blackens, his hair singeing. As, unseen, his organs break down. Suzaku doesn't even realize when the screams happen. He tries, he thinks, to bite them back, but they spill out anyway, unconscious and unbidden. It would be a mercy if he blacked out. If his heart simply stopped.

He is given no mercy, just as he has never given mercy.

His eyes are melting down his face, and then he's not screaming anymore.

The bones in his arms and legs snap under the strain, and he's laughing.

He laughs until he can't anymore, because there's nothing left inside of him. But maybe, he muses, as his thoughts fizzle and pop into nothing, that's fitting. Because there's never been anything inside of him, has there? He always knew that was his problem. Maybe if he could understand the things that humans feel, none of this ever would've been a problem from the start. For the second time, his fatal flaw was his downfall.

It doesn't matter. This second chance, these final moments, they weren't enough to help him understand.

It feels like it all takes a very long time, but in the end, as it was always meant to be, Suzaku is dead.]

Edited 2017-06-18 20:44 (UTC)

( EXECUTION - WEEK 4 )

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CW: EYE GORE AND OTHER UNPLEASANT THINGS