trans_9 | 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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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.

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

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