trans_9 | Hit Me Baby One More Time- not as fun as it sounds (WARNING: TORTURE)

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Hit Me Baby One More Time- not as fun as it sounds (WARNING: TORTURE)

[[OOC: Closed. Warning for graphic torture, language, and death.]]

After Punishment, Big Zero had kept to herself. She'd gotten an all clear from one of the doctors- some guy named Howard. She left medbay and holed herself up somewhere in the city. She didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not about what she went through. She spent her days planning how she could hack into Stacy's mainframe. She was actually careful about not getting more violations.

But after a while, the lingering pains in her body faded. She thought more and more about what she could do to get back at everyone who'd ever given her a violation. At the same time, she wanted access to more information and technology. It became obvious who her first victim should be.

Jonas was ideal only if he could be deactivated, which was virtually impossible while he was awake. "Iron Lad" on the other hand, now he had some sophisticated technology, and he was only human. It wasn't that hard to find him. She just walked (O.K., sneaked into) the Special Weapons Lab and there he was, sleeping at one of the desks. She had to give him props as he was still wearing his armor. He wasn't too dumb after all.

It took a while, but she was able gain access to the armor's systems. It was a challenge to do it without waking Nathaniel but she had quick, light fingers and years of practice. Once she had looked through as many systems as she could without risking triggering the next security stage, she set to work rewiring subroutines. When she was done she leaned back.

"Initiating voice system test." The armor spoke in Big Zero's voice.

"What the fuck? Shut up! Shut up!" She whispered.

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Big Zero nearly swore when that voice started up- her voice.

"I was just testing..." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went limp.

The moment she went limp, he released his grip, letting the girl crumple to the floor. And then Stacy struck, tentacles whipped down from the ceiling, wrapping around his arms and legs, pulling him away from the girl and pressing him back against a wall. He'd been expecting that though, he simply relaxed, taking the force as best he could before Stacy's voice rang out.

Nathaniel Richards, for drugging a crew member as well as physically assaulting the aforementioned crew-member, you have received one violation. Please refrain from further violence or you will be sedated.

The tentacles retracted, dropping him to his feet, and he cast a glare at the ceiling before continuing what he'd been doing before. Pulling the empty syringe from the compartment, he threw it onto the table. He hadn't been planning to use that unless he had to. Making more was going to be a pain. Looking down at the inert form on the floor, his eyes narrowed angrily before he turned back to the table. Holding a hand palm up, he called up a holo-display of his suit's diagnostics.

"Computer, restore previous vocal pattern profile."

Unable to compute. Previous vocal profiles deleted.

There was a moment's pause, before he slammed his fist against the table, glaring down at the girl at his feet. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the back of her suit, lifting her off the floor easily he brought her face close to his.

"Fuck you. You've had this coming for awhile now."

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When Big Zero awoke, she would find herself in a dim room, propped up in a chair, her hands fastened behind her by some sort of high-tech handcuffs. A light blinked green in the centre of the device. Her ankles were fastened to the chair's legs as well by the same sorts of devices. The only light in the room filtered through a large crack in the wall near the ceiling.

Nate was across the room from her, his back facing her as he shifted things around on a table.

...Oh fuck.

Oh fuckfuckfuck. Oh fuck.

She'd figured out that he was messed up. He wouldn't have used his dead girlfriend's voice for his armor if he wasn't. But she hadn't expected him to be this sadistic. Her respect for him just shot up. Too bad it was outweighed by her fear.

"Hey, hey. It was just a little joke." Her voice was shaky. "I didn't mean anything. I'll fix it for you."

At the sound of her voice, he turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. Oh, it was awake. How vexing. He hadn't expected her to wake up for at least another hour, yet. Still, he was pretty much ready anyway.

Turning fully around, he leaned back against the table, folding his arms across his chest, staring at her in silence for a long while. The shadows hid his expression, but it was clear that whatever it was he had planned, was not going to be pleasant for the size-changer.

"Shut up. You deleted the voice profile there's no 'fixing it.' And I wouldn't let you touch my armour again if my life depended on it. Oh, while we're here, I wouldn't recommend trying to size-change and escape. I took the mechanism out of a few tazers, made a few mods to amp up their output, and outfitted them to pressure sensors around the inside of those cuffs. Push too hard against an edge while, oh I don't know, size-changing maybe, and you'll get a nice feel of what I'm talking about. We clear?"

"Crystal." She was having a hard time not hyperventilating. "You know I went through Punishment all ready. So whatever you have planned, I've all ready been tortured. There's no real point in going through it again. I'll do whatever you want." She actually meant it. There was no hiding that she was terrified.

It was happening again.

Crossing the room to stand in front of her, he leaned close, resting his hands against the back of the chair. He could see her terror, he knew he was the one she was afraid of. There was a small part of him that was disgusted, that knew this was wrong, he wasn't the one she should be afraid of. He was a hero. But that wasn't the part that was in control at the moment. Now, he revelled in her fear. It made him feel strong, and in control, and a lot of things he hadn't felt in a long time. No. He wasn't done.

"I said. Shut up." Lifting the chair just off the ground, he threw her, chair and all, against the nearest wall. "I don't want you to do anything, except scream. That's the only thing your voice is good for."

Amity's body shook and she couldn't stop it. When she heard Nate's words she nearly wet herself. It was happening again. How stupid could she be? Of all the marks to pick? Or all the things to do?

"You're not- you wouldn't kill me. You're not a murderer."

Advancing on her, his gauntlets disengaged with a hiss, their glowing centres powering down as the metal plates expanded to let his hands slide out of them. Pulling them off, he laid them aside on the table. She was right, he wouldn't kill her, but he was going to make sure she hurt in the morning.

"You're right. I wouldn't kill you. But I think you'll find, that there are things a whole lot worse than dying. You wouldn't know what I'm talking about, you've probably never loved anyone but yourself. But that's alright, physical pain can be almost as bad."

At that, he swung his bare fist for her cheek.

"You'd be surpri-" There was no way to block that blow, and no real way to move her head in response. She had to take it, giving a short yell as the blow connected. But it wasn't the worst pain she'd suffered. She had a feeling Nathaniel was going to try and break that record.

"Hhhuuuhhh." She gasped. "I'm sorry. Was a dumb thing to do. I'm sorry your girlfriend died."

Pulling his fist back, he shook off the sting in his knuckles. He hadn't hit anyone bare-handed since Billy, that one time. He'd forgotten how much it hurt the person throwing the punch as well. But it was worth it. That had felt good, it had momentarily stilled the anger that was welling up in his chest, threatening to choke him.

"You're sorry?" He rounded on her again, throwing a punch for her other cheek this time. "You're sorry? She saved my life, do you know what it's like, to feel like you're drowning, every minute of every day? Do you?! I lost her, and the crew got you instead." Another punch. "What the fuck have you done since you got here?!"

Big Zero grunted. Two punches in the same place? That hurt.

"Trying to build a robot. Then trying to hack into Stacy." She said weakly. Through the pain she kept her eyes open and on Nathaniel's. Maybe if she could keep eye contact it'd get through that she was an actual person. Oh the irony.

And now an appeal for common sense. "Come on, we gotta work together. This ship's playing all of us for fools."

That was sort of the point. At least he wasn't using the armour to make them hurt more.

"Real helpful, aren't you?" The eye contact only seemed to make him angrier and he swung for her temple this time, trying to make her shut those eyes. He didn't want to look at them. She wasn't a person. She wasn't.

At her change of tack though, he seemed to bristle even further. "Fuck that! I've been here long enough to know it doesn't matter if we work together or not. We're all going to die out here. What's it matter if you go now or later?"

That definitely made her close her eyes. Her yell was louder and longer this time and it was a while before she spoke.

"Cause you're fighting the wrong person. Don't you want to do this to the real people in charge? Stacy. The Ohm. Heh." She smiled. "You've got some misplaced aggression right now. Come on, let me out and we can put that to good use."

Good. If he didn't need to look into her eyes, he wouldn't need to think about what he was doing. No thinking for once. Just doing what felt good. What made the pain go away.

He did. He knew he did. He wanted to take apart the ones who'd sent her on that mission. The ones who ran the ship like it was their own private little island in the midst of the galaxy. But not yet. He wasn't ready for that yet, Big Zero though, he was ready for her. Lunging forward, he drove his fist into her solar plexus, throwing enough weight into the punch to throw the chair backward.

"I don't think my aggression is misplaced at all. I'm starting with you. But I'll move on to those others when I'm good and ready. I don't need your help."

Big Zero couldn't reply. Instead she was panting, trying hard just to breathe. And as if that wasn't bad enough the pain was intense. She clenched her teeth together, trying to deny him the satisfaction of her scream.

...Or maybe that was what she wanted? Was it better to scream now and have him be satisfied sooner? She didn't know. Experience told her that it didn't really matter but that was a long time ago.

Oh, she wasn't going to scream? Well that was alright. Walking over he lifted his foot, driving his heel into the same spot he'd hit her in just now. He could make her scream.

The torture was interrupted by her voice, speaking through his suit's speakers again. Attention, internal bruising detected in attack subject. Recommend retreat in order to avoid possible fatality.

"Huh. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Leaning down, he grabbed her by the hair, using it as a grip to pull her and the seat into an upright position again. "Should've left well enough alone, if it'd been Cassie's voice, I might have listened."

Backstepping away from her again, his armour hissed as it fully de-activated, the seals opening to allow him to slide the plates away from his body. He was dressed casually underneath, though the clothes were rumpled, not having been changed for at least a week. He laid the armour on the table carefully, rolling his sleeves back.

That did make her scream- quite loudly. And then again when he pulled her up by her hair. It hurt. It hurt a lot but not enough to keep her her tongue from running.

Fuck this. If she was going to be hurt this time she was going to hurt him right back. She wasn't going to be a helpless victim again. ~~Not for another five minutes.~~

"That ugly bitch you call a girlfriend? I want you to know I beat the crap out of her. She cried so hard. I deleted that voice from your armor, not just because it's a sick thing to do, but because I couldn't stand hearing her whiny voice one more time."

That's what he'd wanted to hear. The screams seemed to wash over him, almost soothing away the turmoil that had been boiling inside of him since Cassie had died. It didn't feel right, but it sure as hell made the pain go away.

Ah, and there she went running her mouth again. If he'd had any reservations, they were gone now. The snake in front of him had shown its true colours, and he really didn't have a qualm about crushing it. He'd show this bitch that no one talked about Cassie that way in front of him.

"You," he threw a punch at her face again, not caring to aim where it landed, "watch," another punch flew for Zero's temple, "your damn," and they were coming in a flurry now, no break in between, no time to breath, just punch after punch hammering across her face, her ribs, her abdomen, "mouth!"

He swung one more time, before lashing out with his foot, kicking her chair over again to slam her against the floor. Dropping to his knees beside her, he pressed a palm against the side of her head, pressing her face hard against the rough stone of the floor as he spoke in her ear. "I don't think you understand your situation. We're in a blind spot. There's no Stacy here to pull us apart or give me violations, no one walks by here, no one is going to hear you scream. I have you for as long as I want, to do with whatever I want. And you running your mouth like that, is giving me plenty of ideas. So please, go ahead and keep spouting your bullshit, I could use the inspiration."

The pain flowed over her body in waves of spiking agony. Amity winced. She gasped. She swore and muttered. But if there was one comfort it was the knowledge that she had been through worse. She knew what she could take.

Which was why, through her pain, she grinned. "You think I hadn't figured that out in the first place?" She spat blood onto Nathanie's face. "Bring it."

She was holding out, any idiot could see that. It hurt, sure, but she wasn't anywhere near her limit. Well, that was fine he still had more to give.

"Wouldn't know, didn't think you had the capacity to figure anything out." He didn't seem to be bothered by the blood she spat at him. Wiping it away impassively, he rose to his feet again, walking around to get behind her. "You got it."

The next thing she would feel, would be his heel on her thumb, pressing it downward against the hard, stone floor. He pressed harder, putting more weight onto his heel. She had ten fingers, and he had plenty of time.

Going for the fingers, eh? Smart move. Lots of nerves there. At least that's what Amity would be thinking if it weren't happening to her.

Instead she swore loudly, if not creatively. And made several disparaging remarks concerning Nate's mother. And Cassie. If she were thinking she wouldn't have but she wasn't thinking.

It was a start. She'd been resilient to the beating he'd been dishing out. Some internal bruising sure, but nothing serious, the suit hadn't piped up for awhile yet. There was still plenty he could do.

Well, that was enough of that, bringing his foot up, he brought his heel down again, hard and fast on that thumb hoping for a satisfactory crack.

He wouldn't be disappointed- or perhaps he would. The crack was audible but muffled.

Pain was complicated in a sickeningly beautiful way. Short, sharp sensations were harder to prepare for. Steady pain, even if was excruciating, could at least be resisted after a few moments of exposure- but only to a point. All the pain pathways were flaring now. Chemicals designed to signal significant injury were flooding her system.

With that one crack, Big Zero just hit the threshold of her pain tolerance.

Oh that was satisfactory enough. He knew he'd done what he'd intended to do.

Nate knew the science. He knew how pain worked, and he knew what pain was for. He knew how to block it to a point. But the one thing he'd never done, up until this point, was inflict it. He'd fought sure, people got hurt in fights. But not like this. This was science. The science of pain. And right now? He was her professor.

The heel didn't come off, it ground against the cracked thumb, pressing it hard against the floor. "Where's your trash talk now, bitch?"

Well, if her the bones in her thumb weren't seriously fragmented before they were now.

Amity's eyes were firmly closed. Her every muscle was rigid, some even spasming. "Fff... ffff..." She was having trouble working past the pain. "Fuck. You." Her words were disjointed and faint but she meant it with all of her being.

She still had some fire left in her obviously. Good. This wasn't going to end for a long while.

Pulling her upright by her hair again, he swiped her across the face with his fist, letting the chair tip over onto its other side this time. "You're not my type."

The impact reverberated through her body. A few moments of deep breathing, then... "You're too used to whores."

Oh, you really don't know when to shut up do you, Amity? That last statement didn't exactly help your case. Grabbing a fistful of her hair again, Nate pulled her back upright, before slamming a fist directly into her chest. If he broke a rib or two, it'd be harder for her to mouth off.

"If that were true, I'm sure I'd have tried you long ago." A pause as rammed his fist into her chest again. "And I really wouldn't talk much if I were you. You may need that breath, to beg."

She couldn't breathe. He probably had broken a rib or two.

She sucked in breath after breath. "Don't."

He threw a punch for her temple again, bending his arm at the last moment so his elbow connected with the impact point instead of his fist. At her response, he shrugged light, wiping the sweat from his brow as he paused to catch his breath a moment.

"If you're sure. Less for me to worry about."

Blood trickled down her nose, dropping onto her chest. She could taste more welling up in her throat.

"Let me go... Please."

Watching the blood drip along her skin, Nate felt something he'd never thought he'd feel in a situation like this. He was pleased, but more than that, he was unsatisfied. He wanted more, more blood, more pain. He wanted her to feel just what it was like to be in so much hurt and not be able to do a damn thing to make it stop.

Another blow didn't come however, he stopped, listening to her talk. "Let you go? Let you go? Why the hell would I do that? You're a threat to this crew, you're a dissenter, spreading discord throughout our ranks. And you're a racist bitch who can't resist making slurs about my..." he trailed of for a moment, funny how he couldn't call Cassie that despite what they'd been through. She'd never really felt like his, had she? "About a greater person than you could ever hope to be."

"No, I think it's safe to say, I'm not letting you go."

"Listen closely, Nathaniel Richards." She took in another breath. Ah, that was better. She could speak clearly for this. "You're a coward, Nathaniel Richards. A coward. You don't have the balls to fight me man to man so you tie me up. You can torture me as long as you want but it won't change that one simple fact. I might be a bitch but at least I have standards. You call yourself a Young Avenger?" She laughed, then winced at the sharp pain in her chest. "A Young Avenger would never do this. What are you going to do when all your friends find out about this? What'd you think you're pretty little girlfriend would think? If she weren't dead. I'll tell you what. They'd all know you for who you really are: a coward."

Grabbing her by her hair, he yanked her head back, hard. Drawing close to her face, he all but bared his teeth at her as he spoke.
"Coward? I'll tell you what a coward is. A coward is someone who won't do what needs to be done. A coward is the person who catches a villain and locks them in prison so they can escape again and hurt someone else before the cycle is repeated. A coward would let that person walk, despite a mountain of evidence that proves they need to die." His grip in her hair tightened.

"But you're right. I'm not a Young Avenger. I haven't been one since the moment I stepped into that time portal. And you know what else? I don't have to explain myself to them, or to you, or to Cassie. Because I'm not afraid of doing what needs to be done."

Releasing her hair suddenly, he stepped back turning his back to her. "One last thing. You don't get to say my name," it was there, bouncing around in his mind. He knew the name, knew what it entailed, but in this moment, it felt right. Let her know who he was. "You call me Kang. KANG THE CONQUERER!"

Whirling, he lashed out with his leg as hard as he could driving his heel into her chest with as much force as he could muster. That ought to shut her up.

The chair flew back onto the ground, just as the air flew out of Amity's lungs. She gasped but that did nothing. She couldn't- couldn't-

The color faded from her skin, turning a deathly white. One could make a joke about how that was what she would want- to turn even whiter, but this wasn't a joking matter, not for Big Zero. Her ribs had cracked and that kick had dislodged a shard of bone. That shard had punctured her aorta.

For the few seconds she retained awareness, Amity felt her life draining away.

No. Oh God, no! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! He killed me! He killed-

Her heart, beating wildly, suddenly spasmed. Amity's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Blood came gurgling up from her throat, spilling over onto her face, neck, and the floor.

Well, that wasn't ideal. Stepping around the chair at the sound of the gurgling, he stared down at the body for a long moment. With a quiet sigh, he leaned down, pressing two fingers against the side of her neck despite the fact that he already knew what he would, or rather, wouldn't feel.

Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back against the table, still staring at the body before him. The other weren't going to like it. But he knew he hardly cared. He hadn't meant for her to die, but she wouldn't be missed. He had to get rid of it all though. If they knew that she'd been tortured, it would simply cause him far more trouble than she was worth.

Reaching out, he pulled on a gauntlet, raising it over her inert form and listening to the quiet hum as his anti-matter field generator powered up. Big Zero would soon be nothing more than another stream of energy powering his armour. It was the blood splattered walls that would be difficult.

It was going to be a long night.

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