|bloodeyesockets (bloodeyesockets) wrote,|
@ 2008-02-11 10:23:00
|Current music:||Kylie - Stars|
Pairings: Various implied
Warnings: Torture, death
POV: Listed in the parts
Notes: This is a Star Wars crossover. Mostly it's the location and a few characters and things.
Part 1: Bert: Welcome To The Palace
The corridors were covered in dirt and slime, the dusty sands of Tattoine littered the floor. I moved through the tunnels, my light brown robes following around me as I walked, a small cloud of dust being made with every step I took. I left the upper tunnels, heading lower. Every shadow held an alcove and every alcove held someone or something. Hungry claws, lusty whores or just those annoying Jawas they all hid in the darkness.
I turned into the entrance hall, the large gate coming down, the light of the twin suns fading in a line before disappearing completely as it did so. As I moved across the chamber, I bumped into the two beiings who entered. Both appeared human, but I knew appearences often decieved.
"Watch where you're going you stupid fucking monk." The slightly shorter being growled. Even in the dim lighting, his ivory face seemeed to glow unnaturally, even more accenturated by his black lips and the black eyeshadow that was spread around his eyes. His dark black hair hung around his face wildly and his pink tongue darted over his lips, wetting them slightly. "Get out of the way now!" He growled and I could see he yanked on a chain that connected him to his companion, a waif-like blonde that had a glazed look in his eyes, almost as if his mind was in another universe.
"Sorry..." I whispered softly, moving out of the way and watching him drag his semi-naked slave along the corridor. I shook my head slowly. No, he wasn't his slave, not for much longer anyway.
I turned down another corridor, heading downward into the lowers, down into this hive of scum our monastery had become. But, like my brothers, I didn't care. Torture, rape, murder and death now permeated these walls, and the lower any being got, the higher the chance that one of those things, if not more, would occur to them. As I neared the throne room.
And even at this distance I could hear the rampant cheers and yells that could be recognised by any being that spent an extended length of time here.
The sounds of 'entertainment'.
Part 2: Gerard: Entertainment
The twin suns of Tattoine blazed above us as I descended the access ramp to the deserts sands. I raised a hand to shield my eyes and used the other to pull on the chain behind me. "Come on slave." I growled as he moved so slowly behind me. For a slave he was an idiot. Or maybe it was that he didn't know where he was exactly. Or that he'd never seen the sun or some other pointless factoid about his upbringing. I dragged his sorry, boyish form across the sand heading towards the massive front gate of the Palace.
To the weak minded it was impressive, but I'd seen it before countless times and it didn't instil fear nor impress me any longer. But I knew my slave would be. He was already slightly shaking. I was 2 metres away from the durasteel entance before it popped out. The most annoying thing in the entire palace. It appeared out of the gate, looking like a bronze, metal eyestalk. A sentry droid. It's eye opened and out of it's vocodor came an eletronic question in Huttese. "What do you want?"
Oh how I never tired of answering that. "Gerard Way. I bring a gift." I replied back in Huttese, in a more smooth and even tone then the droid could ever achieve.
The stalk turned, looking over my 'gift' and my gaze followed it.
His name was Quinn and he was roughly the same height as me, with dirty blonde hair. His body was covered in what several beings would call a fishnet outfit, a black mesh that hung on his body, revealing his chest, no one could resist him if he offered himself. He shuffled nervously in the heat, his every movement making the chain attached to his collar move too, the end of the chain wiggling in my hand.
The stalk went back to me, it's eye closing as it retracted back into the gate. A few moments later the durasteel door raised up, admitting us entrance into the palace. "Come on slut." I hissed at him in Basic, a language I knew he could understand as I yanked his chain.
The palace was as dark and forbidding as ever. No guards or emissary's met me. I was used to it now, they didn't bother to greet me now, I knew where I was going. I walked forward, dragging him behind me as I heard the gate start to shut. I closed my eyes for a second, to allow my eyes to adjust to the light. In the few moments of darkness I bumped into someone.
I growled slightly. One of those B'omarr monks that Jabba insisted on having around. "Watch where you're going you stupid fucking monk." I licked my dry lips, wetting them slightly befire continuing. "Get out of the way now!"
He moved out of my way, mumbling a sorry as I carried on down the entrance corridor, passing shadowy alcove after alcove before coming down some stairs and entering the throne room. The band stopped playing upon my entry and the dancers moved aside. I dragged Quinn, feeling half the being's hungry eyes upon him. My eyes flickered over to one of the band members as I passed. His eyes were meeting mine, a warm smile spreading across his face before I moved my eyes away, affixing my gaze on the throne.
The throne was basically a four meter long, raised dais that was designed specifically to hold one being. Sprawled over the throne, rested the slug-like owner of the palace and one of the most influential crime lords in the galaxy. Jabba The Hutt. His orange eyes affixed on me and my 'gift'. Perched on the edge of the throne, staring at me with a similar intent stare was his slave, although his stare was more of a glare.
"My lord." I bowed slightly, a smirk playing on my lips. "I bring you a gift from my travels." I yanked Quinn's chain, pulling him in front of me. "I hope you like him my lord."
His tail wiggled in pleasure at the sight of him, his fat tongue coating his lips in slime. "Ahh he pleases me Gerard. What skills does he have?"
"He is a dancer my lord and a whore." I licked my lips in memory, knowing the last part intimately. He was good. Such a tight little slut.
"Then he should give a performance."
"Yes sir." I grinned, handing one of his disgusting Gamorrean the end of the chain and moving back towards the band, whispering in Quinn's ear. "Be good and dance now." I watched as the chain was handed to one of the Hutt's stumby arms, his fingers gripping the metal tightly. I slid next to the band, as they started to play. The lead vocalist hung back, knowing it would be pointless to lend his voice to this performance, as did the backing-vocalists/dancers. This was all about Quinn.
He started to dance, twirling and spinning, leaping and bounding all around in front of the dais, well until he was pulled towards Jabba. It was then things started to go wrong for him. He started struggling and pulling back, fighting against the chain even as it yanked him closer. He kept resisting Jabba, a big mistake. He seemed to suddenly resist, squirming and writhing, trying to escape.
Jabba's hand slammed down, a trap door opening under Quinn. He screamed as he disappeared down into the floor, his chain falling with him.The throne moved forward and the band stopped playing, the whole court shuffling towards the grate that revealed Quinn's form. I could see him gaasp and start to stand, his eyes flickering up to us then widening as a gate down there started to open.
Out of all the things in the palace, the squeals of the cogs that raised that gate was the only thing that truly scared me.
Part 3: Quinn: Dancing
The chain pulled on my collar as he pulled me down into the desert heat. None of this was like I'd expected. My hands absently fumbled with my clothes, trying to pull the ripped black netting to conceal my chest. It was meant to fully cover my body, but it had two sections ripped open: my chest and along the cleft of my ass. My eyes glanced over the dark red-brown walls of the palace, reminding myself why I was here.
I was here to see a lord. A prince. Someone powerful and beautiful who'd take care of me for as long as I lived. Or at least that's what my captor said.
Right now he was conversing with bizzare, bronzium eye stalk, which was talking in an unusual language. "Ki isti uba naga?" Gerard responded and I still couldn't understand a word, well apart from his name.
I squirmed as the stalk gazed at me, smiling slightly, shuffling in the heat. He'd never told me that this world was a desert. I'd always expected it to be a lush oasis world, nothing like how it really was.
The stalk retracted and the door raised, Gerard's strong hands tugging on my chain. "Come on slut!" He growled and we entered what had to be the main entrance. It was dark and I could hear... things skitter about in every corner. The floor was was covered in dirt and the walls seemed to be splattered in slime. Everything made me slightly uneasily, but I knew that would all go away when I seen Jabba. Images flooded my mind of what I thought of him. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Who would take care of me and rock me to sleep.
Suddenly our movements stopped and I snapped out of my daze. We were surrounded by people, all of them seeming to stare at me, undressing me mentally. My mind reeled. Images from telepaths in the room flooded my mind, filling it with pictures of what they'd do to me. Images of tentacles, fingers and sex organs filling my body appeared in my mind.
And then, moments later, they seemed to dissapate, or at least they gained control.
My eyes blinked and adjusted to the darkness and they found the throne of the room. I smiled at the scantily clad figure that lay there. Purple material covered his legs and blue-green eyes stared at me from under blond-brown hair. His features were exotic, his eye's slightly curved, something that most baseline humans, myself included, lacked. As Gerard spoke to him his eyes found mine and seemed to go cold, as if wishing to glare me from existance.
Then Gerard recieved a reply and I realised it wasn't his lips that moved.
I glanced behind him, my eyes widening as I was confronted with the being that must be Jabba. He looked ike a slug, his dark green skin covered in folds of fat. His eyes were orange and glanced hungrily at me. His fat tongue slid of his mouth, covering wherever it went with slime. That was Jabba?!? No.. it couldn't be. That must be some creature that the real Jabba spoke through.
My eyes focused on the being that had to be Jabba, the pretty human that was still glaring at me. He mouthed something at me in basic, and I tried to figure out what he was trying to say. Then it came to me and I took a step back. 'You're dead man.'
No... no... this was all a nightmare. Gerard turned to me, handing my chain to what could only be described as a humanoid boar. As the creature took my chain to Jabba, Gerard whispered in my ear. "Be good and dance now."
Music filled the air, from a band I hadn't even noticed. I took a deep breath and started to dance, suddenly those telepathic messeges didn't seem so bad anymore. I spun around and leaped in air, eliciting gasps and cheers from the various beings around me. Then I felt my chain being tugged towards that disgusting... thing. I struggled and pulled, trying my best to keep way from him. Apparently this ws causing great displeasure to Jabba and the figure before him smirked and waved slightly.
I screamed, a trap door opening beneath me. When I reached the ground I rolled, standing up and surveying my surroundings. It was even worse then above, dirt room with a gate at one end. Light filtered from a grill above me and I could see the room where I'd been. The gate before me started to open and I backed up against the wall.
My eyes widdened in horror and I screamed at the sight before me. A creature with a brown, leathery hide with sharp teeth and claws, that stood more then twice as tall as I did. It roared and started to thump towards me, drool dripping down it's teeth as it approached me. It's claws lashed out at me and I rolled away from them, barely missing them. It growled, managing to turn around and swipping it's claws at me. I was unable to roll away this time, it's claws digging into my flesh, slashing open my back. I shrieked in pain, blood spurting over the my torn fishnet. I writhed about, managing to crawl away to where this thing had came from. I heard the claws slice through the air behind me. "Argh!!!" I screamed out, my left leg now torn off from my body.
I struggled, blood squirting out over the dirt floor, as I clawed desperately towards the door in front of me, clinging to the hope I could get out of here. I heard a roar and resisted looking back, hearing the creature's mouth chewing on what had to be my leg. I tried to putthe thought out of my mind, dragging myself towards freedom until...
One claw slammed into my right leg and I screamed in pain.
For all of five seconds. The next thing I knew I felt the other claw tear my body apart.
Then all was black.
Part 4: Derek: High
"He's not going to last five minutes." I shuddered at Dougie's words, but knew they were accurate. This... boy, he wasn't going to last. I'd been here long enough to know that, so had my fellow dancer. Most of the other people in the room probably thought he still had a chance. Fools, all of them.
"You're right." I breathed back to him as I watched him struggle. He was as good as dead now. My eyes moved from him, scanning the room for Gerard, and, as expected he was disinterested. Disinterested and with the band, talking to Mikey. I wasn't sure what it was with those two, but it was clearly something. Whenever he was here he went straight to him as soon as he could and never left his side unless absolutely necessary.
I spun around and this boy was gone, down the open maw of the rancor pit. "See? I told you." Dougie smirked, satisfied. His pale outfit clung to his body, showing off every curve of his lithe body. "I should start making bets."
I laughed inwardly, glancing through the grill into the pit, where he was rolling and, to his credit, seemed to be putting up a good fight. I knew it wouldn't do him any good though, no one had ever survived the rancor and there was no escape. Dougie tugged on my arm as his leg was torn off. "Come on... you don't have to watch."
I nodded and followed him, trying to block out the screams, as he led me towards the band. Although Mikey had been tugged into one of the room's many aloves, the others were still here. Leaning against the back wall of the band's alcove, inhaling from the installed t'bac pipe, stood the band's guitarist, Jepha. Beside him, sitting at his omni box was Harry. Perched on an unused red ball organ sat the band's primary vocalist. His tongue flicked over his twin lip piercings as he waved to greet us, Jepha too high and Harry too quiet to acknowledge us. I smiled and waved at Sonny, as did Dougie as we approached. My eyes flickered, searching for the final being that made up our little group. On the floor, sitting cross legged and staring at the prisoner attached to the wall was Travis. I smiled slightly, glad to know where he was, before sitting beside Sonny, ready to launch into his seeemingly pointless conversations.
"I think he had no idea he was even coming here, it's like he expected something else."
"Maybe he did." Dougie's hand vaguely motioned towards the rancor pit. "It's not as if Gerard's always honest is he?"
Sonny laughed, his tongue again flicking over those piercings. I often wondered why he did that, force of habit or necessity I wasn't sure. "And if Mikey was here he'd throw you in there himself for saying that."
Dougie shrugged. "He could try." Jepha choose then to laugh to himself, goddess knows why. High bastard. Dougie turned to him and poked him in the side. "Stop hogging the pipe you ass!" He covered the distance to him and pounced on him, wrestling him for control of the pipe, much to our amusement.
Sonny scooted closer to me, leaning on my shoulder to whisper in my ear. I knew what was coming, same as always. "Still pining for him huh?"
I sighed softly, my eyes finding Travis' back. "Yes..."
Ever since he had arrived I had been attracted to him and over time that attraction turned to love. Wheen he came he was the mate, or at least I asumed he was his mate, of the spice trader that hung on the wall. He'd betrayed Jabba, skimming funds from smuggling runs into personal accounts on Nal Hutta. So he was bought he and hooked to the wall, still alive, as a display piece until Jabba got bored. Travis, as his mate, was turned into a dancer just like me.
Sonny shook his head slightly. "Are you ever going to stop?"
"No... he's too..."
"Beautiful? Untouchable?" Sonny kissed my neck gently. "Derek.. you can't do this to yourself forever. You shouldn't."
He was right, he always was, so why did I never listen? "There's no rush to stop feeling this way..."
"Then maybe," Sonny stood, kissing my hair gently. "You should actually tell him this."