*Sting is sitting quietly in a metal chair, about 15 feet away is a circular platform, similar to a merry-go-round, with the exception of the bars and the fact that in 20 feet in all directions was a 30 foot pit lined at the bottom with acid-tipped spikes. Laughing is the first sound as Sting stands up and begins to speak about the child tied to the platform.* Sting: Hello Listeners, Its Sting, sorry its been such a long time, you see, Ive been tending to some problems with my child, and problems that Ive created with the NCR, but that is beside the point, as tonight Ive decided to let the child try and fight. I have a lever, that once pulled shall release him, but at the same time, the platform should begin spinning at 10 mph and continue climbing in speed, if the child is able to find a way to retain balance, he still has to make a 20 foot jump, but of he is able to do these things, he is free to go. Ill give you some details about him though, he is semi-athletic, semi-underfed, and 11 or so, I chose him simply because I believe he may be able to escape, now, Ive wasted much time, so Ill begin... *Sting cackles as he begins walking towards the edge of the pit, his clothing rustling behind him in the breeze. He hits a button and pulls a lever, the platform making a literal dust storm and the child clearly being seen...Standing..The child flips Sting off and screams.* Child: BASTARD, ILL FIND YOU AND MURDER YOU, SO HELP ME GOD, ON MY NAME, MICHAEL GUNDERSON, YOU WILL DIE. *The child jumps and makes it to the edge, the platform stopping in his wake, the grand speed having reached 22 mph, he hits the wall with a blood curdling scream, a small cracking sound, and a cough of blood, but he holds on, pure adrenaline, Sting laughs and watches as incredibly, he pulls himself up and begins limping away, Sting grins and grabs a nearby detonator, chuckling he says.* Everyone is gone. *He primes the detonator.* You are all alone. *He cackles insanely and the child stops in the perfect place and looks at him strangely, thinking he was going to make it.* Why Not Let it All End? *Sting pulls the detonator and the ground explodes in a shower of shrapnel, acid, and fire. The child is burned, but lives, the majority if his body charred and unusable, then in almost the same second, the acid begins to burn him, but he lives, the acid stopping at a certain point, then the shrapnel begins connecting, cutting him and making beautiful streams and rivers of blood, but he survives, Sting walks over amazed at the child, such resilience, and picks him up, apparently, the saying needed to be redacted, walking inside the station he grabs a scalpel, a jar, and a pair of gloves, putting on the gloves he grabs the scalpel and opens the jar, setting it beside the child, grinning he places a finger on the childs lips, who dosent even have is in him to scream, and then drags the scalpel in the square around the heart, cutting and breaking his way messily into the chest cavity he grabs the heart and rips it out, placing it in the jar for a treat later he looks at the kid who whispers with that precious last second Home then dies, Sting simply stares before turning away and closing the jar, setting it in a freezer he looks at the corpse and walks to one of Legions contraptions, a machine with knives all around and flamethrowers in the empty spaces. Sting places the child in the machine and turns it on, small modifications having happened since Legions Bang the child begins to slowly turn into a milkshake, blood spraying and clouding all around the room, Sting chuckles then speaks.* Sting: Fun, I wouldve been proud to call him mine.....Anyway, Dear listeners, I hope youve enjoyed, Its not a masterpiece, but Im proud of it...
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 05:00:48 +0000
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