Caffine good. However...
May. 14th, 2004 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Caffine effects hitting me at 4 am BAD! Awake who knows how long, doing what I do whenever I've got something disturbing on my mind. Put myself in the situation and see how it would play out.
If someone's so bent on rape and murder, would being completely calm about the situation make it better or worse?
Yes, that mass murderer character was stuck in my head. The backstory is very sick. It's also full of useful knowledge. Someone like that is not going to let his victims walk away. Or crawl, for that matter. You dead, unless something happens. No, you're not going to be able to make that something happen. He will restrain, harshly. Someone like that will drip hostility. You'll see it in their eyes, their body language. If you're really sensitive, you might even see the victims trailing behind, moaning and cursing. Oh, goody! So, given that and the probable setting being remote with no chance of someone hearing your screams, what do you do? Also presume you weren't taken to the remote area, you're already there. Oh yes, and there's a gun involved. Probably a knife too.
Here's how it played out in my head. If you find this disturbing, stop reading.
*Me, working in a store on the edge of a desert town. M-M walks in and points the gun at me. I blink, look at the gun, look at him, realize what's going down. Sigh.*
Are you here for money or blood?
M-M: "What?"
You're pointing a gun at me. Either you want money or you want blood. Which is it?
M-M: "You. I want you."
*Sigh, close eyes, raise shields. Mirror, sink, Earth. Stay calm.*
M-M: "Hey! What are you doing, bitch? Open your eyes."
*BLAM! Blood trickling down my cheek. Graze. Ee-yup. I'm gonna die. Open eyes, look at him.*
M-M: "Come here."
*Touch blood on cheek. Look at it, offer fingers to him.*
Here.
M-M: "I said, come here."
*One step closer, fingers extended.*
Do you want this?
M-M: "No. I want you. Get out from back there."
*Shrug. Gather more blood, trace pentegram on forehead.*
M-M: "What the **** are you doing? I said, get out from back there. Now!"
Preparing myself for burial.
*More blood, re-trace. Want it visible.*
M-M: "Are you psycho? A Satanist or something?"
No. I'm a fatalist. We both know you're not going to let me live. Blood is power. It's life. No point in wasting it.
M-M: "You're ****ed up."
*Slight smile. Finish pentegram.*
Look. I know what you're here for. You want pain. Blood. Tears. Fear. Begging. Well, I can't give you all of that. You'll have the blood, there's plenty of it in me. You can beat and batter. You'll get tears, that won't be helped. Enough pain and the tears will come. However, you're not getting fear or begging out of me.
M-M: "You so sure, bitch?"
Yes. Because I'm not afraid of death. Or you.
M-M: "I'll make you afraid. I'll make you beg."
No, you won't.
M-M: "Yes, I will. I'll use you so hard your eyes will pop."
I'm sure you will. But I won't beg. What's the point? *come out from behind counter.* You're going to do what you want and leave the remains in the desert.
M-M: "You want me to kill you?"
Of course not. But I'm not going to beg for my life. I know where I'm going.
M-M: "Believe in God, huh?"
Please. Does this *gesture to pentagram* look like I believe in the Christian God? No. I believe in the Lord and Lady. I'll rejoin Them and wait for my next life.
M-M: "Shut up."
*looks over his shoulder* If any of you want to come with me and leave him behind, you'd be welcome. He can't see you or hear you.
M-M: "Shut up!"
Might as well leave him to his emptiness. No, I'm not going to avenge you. I won't kill.
M-M: "SHUT UP!" *BLAM! Arm shot. Ow! That...hurt. Grip arm, sink to knees.* "Not so proud now, are you bitch?"
Oh...good. More blood. I can...finish.
M-M: "WHAT???" *dip fingers in arm. Trace pentegram on chest.* "What are you doing? You're suicidal, right? You want to die. How do I FIND a bitch like this?"
You know....you shouldn't ask...questions...you already know...the answers to. *finish pentegram* Don't you get...it? *look up at him, quiet tears on my face, mixing with my blood* This body is just...a body. I'm going...to lay down now. Feel free...to do as...you wish...with the shell. I won't...stop you. *lay down. That's better.* Ow. That hurt...more then I....thought it would.
M-M: "Hey! Don't die on me!"
Heh. Not...yet. Takes while...to bleed out. I'm...going...home....now. I call...upon the Lady...Maiden, Mother...
M-M: "Shut up already!"
Crone. I call...upon...the Lord...Child.....Lover....Father. I'm...ready. Take.....me......Merry..........Meet......Merry......Part.........Merry................Meet............Again.
Yep. Queenie's pretty messed up sometimes. Especially in the night. But you know what? I won. He didn't get a weak, begging woman he could gloat over. He got a breathing shell and I was free.
If someone's so bent on rape and murder, would being completely calm about the situation make it better or worse?
Yes, that mass murderer character was stuck in my head. The backstory is very sick. It's also full of useful knowledge. Someone like that is not going to let his victims walk away. Or crawl, for that matter. You dead, unless something happens. No, you're not going to be able to make that something happen. He will restrain, harshly. Someone like that will drip hostility. You'll see it in their eyes, their body language. If you're really sensitive, you might even see the victims trailing behind, moaning and cursing. Oh, goody! So, given that and the probable setting being remote with no chance of someone hearing your screams, what do you do? Also presume you weren't taken to the remote area, you're already there. Oh yes, and there's a gun involved. Probably a knife too.
Here's how it played out in my head. If you find this disturbing, stop reading.
*Me, working in a store on the edge of a desert town. M-M walks in and points the gun at me. I blink, look at the gun, look at him, realize what's going down. Sigh.*
Are you here for money or blood?
M-M: "What?"
You're pointing a gun at me. Either you want money or you want blood. Which is it?
M-M: "You. I want you."
*Sigh, close eyes, raise shields. Mirror, sink, Earth. Stay calm.*
M-M: "Hey! What are you doing, bitch? Open your eyes."
*BLAM! Blood trickling down my cheek. Graze. Ee-yup. I'm gonna die. Open eyes, look at him.*
M-M: "Come here."
*Touch blood on cheek. Look at it, offer fingers to him.*
Here.
M-M: "I said, come here."
*One step closer, fingers extended.*
Do you want this?
M-M: "No. I want you. Get out from back there."
*Shrug. Gather more blood, trace pentegram on forehead.*
M-M: "What the **** are you doing? I said, get out from back there. Now!"
Preparing myself for burial.
*More blood, re-trace. Want it visible.*
M-M: "Are you psycho? A Satanist or something?"
No. I'm a fatalist. We both know you're not going to let me live. Blood is power. It's life. No point in wasting it.
M-M: "You're ****ed up."
*Slight smile. Finish pentegram.*
Look. I know what you're here for. You want pain. Blood. Tears. Fear. Begging. Well, I can't give you all of that. You'll have the blood, there's plenty of it in me. You can beat and batter. You'll get tears, that won't be helped. Enough pain and the tears will come. However, you're not getting fear or begging out of me.
M-M: "You so sure, bitch?"
Yes. Because I'm not afraid of death. Or you.
M-M: "I'll make you afraid. I'll make you beg."
No, you won't.
M-M: "Yes, I will. I'll use you so hard your eyes will pop."
I'm sure you will. But I won't beg. What's the point? *come out from behind counter.* You're going to do what you want and leave the remains in the desert.
M-M: "You want me to kill you?"
Of course not. But I'm not going to beg for my life. I know where I'm going.
M-M: "Believe in God, huh?"
Please. Does this *gesture to pentagram* look like I believe in the Christian God? No. I believe in the Lord and Lady. I'll rejoin Them and wait for my next life.
M-M: "Shut up."
*looks over his shoulder* If any of you want to come with me and leave him behind, you'd be welcome. He can't see you or hear you.
M-M: "Shut up!"
Might as well leave him to his emptiness. No, I'm not going to avenge you. I won't kill.
M-M: "SHUT UP!" *BLAM! Arm shot. Ow! That...hurt. Grip arm, sink to knees.* "Not so proud now, are you bitch?"
Oh...good. More blood. I can...finish.
M-M: "WHAT???" *dip fingers in arm. Trace pentegram on chest.* "What are you doing? You're suicidal, right? You want to die. How do I FIND a bitch like this?"
You know....you shouldn't ask...questions...you already know...the answers to. *finish pentegram* Don't you get...it? *look up at him, quiet tears on my face, mixing with my blood* This body is just...a body. I'm going...to lay down now. Feel free...to do as...you wish...with the shell. I won't...stop you. *lay down. That's better.* Ow. That hurt...more then I....thought it would.
M-M: "Hey! Don't die on me!"
Heh. Not...yet. Takes while...to bleed out. I'm...going...home....now. I call...upon the Lady...Maiden, Mother...
M-M: "Shut up already!"
Crone. I call...upon...the Lord...Child.....Lover....Father. I'm...ready. Take.....me......Merry..........Meet......Merry......Part.........Merry................Meet............Again.
Yep. Queenie's pretty messed up sometimes. Especially in the night. But you know what? I won. He didn't get a weak, begging woman he could gloat over. He got a breathing shell and I was free.
