Bring the Pain (Scene)

[Kenin Katashi]

His day had been an interesting one. 7am, Kenin takes down half a bottle of whiskey to start his day later than usual, he gets his ass to school through means of a ride from someone who lives in his apartment building, a girl who has work in the mornings. Her fiancee doesn't realize it but Kenin has been banging her for two weeks now. 8am Kenin makes it late to his first class, the teacher looks the other way since Kenin made it abundantly clear that if he was given crap he would suit the teacher for being discriminatory against him for being handicapped. 9am he leaves class and goes to the bathroom to finish off said whiskey. 10am he shows up late for his next class having spent the last hour smoking in the bathroom, not just cigarettes either. 11am he decides he's going to get an early lunch, and take his early lunch for three hours. 2pm... that's where he had trouble.

As he entered the school he seemed to be passing by what looked like rape. Now, he was never one to get involved in things, except that this was rather... peculiar. Really, REALLY peculiar. They were taking out a teacher in a classroom, who went after teachers? And this teacher was one of his, so he decided he'd step in and lend a hand....

3pm after helping the students, he made his way to the gym to get into some fresh bandages and clothes. After all he had been torn a few stitches that he had gotten as of late, but nothing too serious. Once he was in the changing room he had the bandages from his face and shirt off, the burn injuries clear as day, and what looked like writing on his back, it couldn't be made out at all but it was clear that he had burnt himself against a sign of some sort. A building sign maybe, but Kenin couldn't remember much from the fight.

"Hey check out the freak show!" A guy said who walked into the locker rooms. A couple students followed, and Kenin simply smirked up at them. They were definitely not the best looking guys.

"You're not the prettiest thing to look at yourself, so why don't you just walk the other way or I'll make it so that next to you I'll look like a model," He threatened. The kid didn't listen, who'd blame him? I mean the guy did get around by wheelchair still even though he had been healing pretty well.

"FUCK YOU!"

"Fuck me? No thanks, I'm more of a top. Fuck you though, if you'd care to put a paper bag over your face," He replied.

"FUCKER!" The guy said as he charged forward, Kenin reached over, tearing a locker door free and bashing the guy in the side of the head, a gash opening along his face that bled quite nice as the two others simply stood there. Kenin who was only in a pair of jeans that were over his leg bandages, and was otherwise barefoot and shirtless charged after them, out of the changing room.

After they had clearly gotten away from him he threw the locker door aside, standing out in the nice Cali air as a few people walking by looked at him a bit disturbed and scared. "The fuck you looking at?" He asked as he looked down, "Go fuck yourselves." He said as he slowly started heading back in toward the locker room.

(Stats are all 5's for this thread, some healing has occurred)

[Scene]

A fist would grab the boy (Kenin), by the hair, pulling backwards as a knee would slam up into the middle of his spine. It was Ron's turn to recruit, and this crippled child wrapped in bandages obviously had a mood that could be used. Not to mention he seemed to garner attention. Students targeted the weak, as did Ron. He loved to come home with a new student who just wanted life of normality, and his captain and leader seemed to relish having the man for his ability to hand pick kids for the newest movement.

"You got a lot of nerve, boy."

Ron's shook his head, moving his hair from his eyes.

"Would you like me to find a reason to snuff out your flame, or would you life to get back on your feet, without the sluggish draw of your wounds?"

It was obvious the kid was injured- bandages weren't just warn for the hell of it. At least, not usually. This, however, was 259, and here, students did some pretty strange stuff. Allowing four kids to have ownership over them simply because they were strong? Incredulous. Brains over brawn were the true source of leadership quality. Ron would, unless attacked, reach to his pocket and pull out a smoke. Students began to leave in a hurry.

They knew, when this boy was here, trouble was soon to follow.

Introducing Scene's NPC, Ronaldo Fisher.



Stats:

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charisma:10

[Kenin Katashi]

He thought he would be walking away, but instead found his hair grabbed as a knee was driven into his back. He let out a startled cry as he fell back and flipped over onto his stomach, falling down next to the standing kid. He looked up to see him, "Son of a bitch..." He muttered under his breath as a grin crossed over his face, "I'll kill you for that...." He didn't know why he was getting so upset, but he wasn't even mad, it was more like he wanted to get him back with a prank or something.

He dropped down again and coughed against the floor before lifting himself up, barely managing to stand. "Would you like me to find a reason to snuff out your flame, or would you life to get back on your feet, without the sluggish draw of your wounds?" The kid pulled out a cigarette, as did Kenin. He didn't have any idea what the hell the guy was talking about. Maybe he was trying to offer him help in recovery, but he wasn't interested in recovery so much as training, getting his body to what it once was. It would take time... a lot of time.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He said as he nodded toward the kids hands, "But give me a light." He said as he placed the cig in his mouth, leaning forward so the guy could light his cigarette. He didn't like this, something about this seemed rather strange. The kid openly attacked him, but seemed all too comfortable, he wasn't on the offensive from the looks of it. Maybe he didn't want a fight? A spine shot was one hell of an attention grabber though...

"And tell me what it is exactly that you think you're doing striking me like that." He said with a bit of difficulty as the cigarette bounced up and down between his teeth.

[Scene]

The kid got to his feet, and without much ado at that. Like he enjoyed what Ron did. The black haired male brought his lighter up, giving the kid what was requested. As stated previously, he had a knack for finding those with a hunger for something. He decided, though, that talking in the riddles favored by his master might be unwise.

"I felt like it." He tilted his head. "I am a member of Movement. As a member, i do what i like, when i like. Think of it as a perk of the job." He took a small drag from his smoke before taking it between his first and second finger and pointing at Kenin.

"You have the mark of a potential." No smile. "Movement is a gang- one that currently is on the rise. Drastically on the rise." He would toss the smoke on the ground, nearly fresh, and step on it.

"Follow if you'd like to know more."

He would walk toward the door to the courtyard, and step out into the sunlight.

[Kenin Katashi]

"I felt like it. I am a member of Movement. As a member, i do what i like, when i like. Think of it as a perk of the job." The kid said. Kenin wasn't too interested in the strength of the kid or his claims of doing whatever it was he felt like, but what he was interested in was the idea of this thing called the movement. The idea was that he was a member, not a leader, and the leader would obviously be strong. Someone for him to target, and as he had done in the past he could serve this leader to help himself get strong, using the leader as a way to measure his advancements in strength until he was strong enough to take him out, and leave the gang.

At least, that was the plan that he used last time, so why not now?

"You have the mark of a potential." No smile. "Movement is a gang- one that currently is on the rise. Drastically on the rise. Follow if you'd like to know more." He added and Ken decided he would like to know more. It was a shame he was without his wheelchair at the moment, but he'd just have to go without it. Sure his knees were bothering him, but he would get over it. He quickly took up a pace behind the kid, taking long strides to catch up with him, his height helping him with that before he slowed down once he was near the kid.

He hit sunlight and for a brief moment he squinted and brought his hand up against the sun. Honestly, California was far too bright sometimes. It was so bright you could feel the sunlight hit you, he had never actually felt the sunlight hitting him before. He had felt hot, but it wasn't like the sun was sitting on his chest and laughing at him as he struggled to breath. "Where are we going?" He asked, curious as to exactly what it was that this kid was going to offer him as far as membership went.

[Scene]

After exiting the school, he stopped, Taking the smoke from his mouth with his index and middle finger, and pointing with it to a fifth grader. He wanted to see if, perhaps, his hunch was right.

"See that kid? Beat him up. To within an inch of his life. Ruin his existence forever. Do not kill him."

He never said why, never gave a reason or what the outcome would be. But if the boy did it without question...well...then his talents could prove MOST useful for things to come. It was a glint in someones eye, a tremor in their voice, a mis-step in their walk. It told you they were just fucked up inside. But he also needed to follow orders. If he disobeyed, and killed...well, what would be the purpose of the exercise? Still, Ron believed this boy may be one of those "Greatness" types Scene talked about, and if he proved to be so, the Ringleader would induct him without question...of this, Ronald was confident.

Offer extended. Follow orders, and be inducted to Movement.

[Kenin Katashi]

Beat ins and beat outs were nothing new to Kenin, the idea that to enter a gang you had to do something to show you were serious, killing someone was one of those things. Another thing was to allow yourself to get pummeled by the gang, and another was to commit some sort of crime or do something to a rival gang. Kenin didn't hesitate, there was no second where he tried to double check what he had heard. in fact, before the words 'Do not kill him' came out he was already on the move.

He approached the fifth grader nonchalantly, to the bystander it would appear almost as if he wasn't going to do anything at all. What he did do, however, was raise his foot up last second and aim to spartan kick the little boy square in the face. The idea was that the force would hopefully knock the boy off of his feet so he would land on his back. If this worked, he would drop the foot onto the boy's body and put a bit of weight on it.

The rules were simple, an inch of his life and ruin his existence. "What do you treasure most?" He asked as he leaned forward to try and get his face closer to the boy, "Tell me. What in life do you treasure most?" There were a number of things he could do that wouldn't kill the boy. Permanent injuries, dismemberment, gouging out his eyes, ripping off his ears, breaking his eardrums, hitting him in the head hard enough to give him brain damage. It was cruel, it was torturous, and it would completely wreck the boy.

But there would be no guilt to his actions, because he knew. He knew deep down what this boy wouldn't have known. If it came down to it, he had something that might heal the boy. Kenin wanted it for himself, but if he had a chance to test just how well the candy worked, this might be a good chance. He wasn't a white knight in any way, this wasn't for the boys benefit. This was merely a test to see if it would work for him. At least, it might be. Who knows, he may not get the chance to heal this boy, but Kenin didn't really care much about that.

[Scene]

"W-what!?"

The small boy was most confused. Not only did his face have a boot sized bruise curling up his cheek, but a crazy high schooler was asking him questions that confused him. The upper classmen never bothered anyone in the undergrades- it was like some unwritten code of honor for them. He didn't know anything about it, so he started to, silently, close his eyes and cry.

"I...i d-dont know..."

[Kenin Katashi]

"You seem to use your eyes an awful lot," Kenin said, his hand would go over the boys face, his thumb pressing into the kids right eye as he would gouge the eye out using just his thumb. "Let's just take the one and see how you manage." After doing this he would lift up off the kid and aim to stomp his foot down on the kid's right knee, "Let's take away this too shall we? Do you realize why I'm doing this?"

He would give a devilish grin and answer the question before the kid had a chance, "I'm doing this because you deserve to know the truth. Your parents don't love you, God doesn't exist, and the closest thing you'll ever have to freedom is when you are dead. Understand me? Just in case I'll break it down for you. You are weak, you are pathetic, nobody loves you. You are a failure and you will always be a failure."

He would back away, there was more he could do but he would wait to see the kind of reaction he got. There was a good chance the kid would just be crying and babbling uncontrollably, and then Kenin would just have to maul him a bit more.

[Scene]

As the hand came down, the boy would act.

Gripping Kenin's wrist, the young teeth would attempt to latch on to the muscle between the thumb and index finger, biting violently hard. Once Kenin, should he do so, tried to pull away, he would probably tear some muscle there, and the child would spit blood right in his attackers face.

Then...then he would get up, and try his best to run.

Kids stats:

Str: 4
Dex: 4
con: 4
int: 4
wis: 4
Char: 4

[Kenin Katashi]

Kenin didn't even think to pull his hand away, instead his fingers wrapped tightly against the boys head. He no longer cared if the kid was biting him, instead he gripped down and brought his head up slightly before smashing the kids head once against the ground. He wasn't out to kill him but he was out to get domination over the kid. Kenin would then follow up (voiding the running away bit) by kneeling down onto the kid's chest with his knee to make sure that the kid stayed in one place.

Kenin didn't care whether the kid bit off that chunklet of his hand or not but he would keep his hand there as his other hand came up to do the work of gouging the kids eyes out. (OOC: You can autohit him getting the fleshy bit if he still does that with the headbash as a reaction) And he would while gouging the kids eyes laugh, "No God, no Love, just pain. Only, pain."

[Scene]

OOC WARNING- Mature Content (Brutality/gore/child violence)

As his head the the ground, the boys teeth would sink deeply into Kenin's hand- the strength required to tear the chunk from the fist was not possessed by that tiny mouth.

He would release the grip in a scream as his eyes were ruthlessly torn from their sockets, his tiny body writhing against the knee that was planted on his chest. His squirming frame would likely cause the probing fingers to dig deeper into his skull, pulling out the retaining cable that ran from the eye to the brain. Black holes, empty now, filling with blood. The boy began convulsing.

"Ohhh..."

Scene would be in front of Kenin, having jumped from the roof and landing with a softness that was absurd.

"Don't let him fall unconscious... slowly pull off a fingernail- let his body deal with more pain."

The eyes were too much at once, and his body would find the fingernail almost a relief. A small part of the childs frame, taken slowly, would bring some different pain that the body could deal with- right now, Kenin was overloading the circuits. The boy had a few things to learn about torture, but his pure brutality amazed the Ringleader. Ron had astounded him yet again with his findings. He ignored the faces that would look through the windows, the vomiting taking place in the classrooms. Violence. Anger. Memory.

He giggled a little at the body, grabbing the kids head with his left hand to steady it. His right pinky would dip in the blood pool festering in his right eye, and he would sort of "draw" a smile on the kids face with it, like a clown.

"There...be happy...your death will mean more than your life."

[Kenin Katashi]

The man that appeared before him seemed to egg him on. Maybe he was the one who was in charge of all of this? Perhaps he was the one who wanted him to perform this order. Either way Kenin took his words of advice, his hands taking the boys right hand and choosing his middle finger, grabbing the nail as he tugged slowly back on it before tugging hard on it, not taking the nail at the first or second try, but hopefully by the third he would have pulled it free.

It's not that he cared by this point but he'd look up to Scene and say, "So, just curious. You seem to be the leader type coming from the sky like that, what was the purpose of this exactly? I don't really care about causing a little pain every now and then. I find neither guilt nor pleasure, but I am curious as to what it is exactly that you find in me causing it."

He would hold a finger up and look down to the kid with the smile on his face, "Your curse is to live life in a tunnel. Constantly you will only be able to see things from one perspective, the perspective that this world is horrible, that there is nothing in it but the pain you feel now. Other's are lesser than you because they haven't felt this pain, they don't appreciate the ability to see the world the way that you can."

He would pull off of the kid. He had been told to ruin his existence and to beat him within an inch of his life. "An inch of this kid's life, from our perspective I failed that. But from his perspective, I'm sure I performed well enough." The kid probably thought he was going to die, he probably thought that an inch was generous considering the circumstances.

[Scene]

Scene Stared at the small, fragile body as it kicked and squealed in pain, wimpering as the large man stepped of. Scene looking up at him, standing up as well, tilting his head a little to the left as he appraised the man.

"Simple really." He stepped forward, looking at the mans hair and stance, before he leaned in and took a big sniff of his armpit. He would then have a smile on his face if Kenin jumped back, pushed him, or even just stood still. "You see, most individuals harbor feelings of connection to stereotypical ideals. Me and mine? We hold to the value of freedom and strength. Live by your own law. I wanted to see if you were the type to feel regretful about an action that would give you stature and power, or if you would do it without hesitation because you can, and wished to." He gestured with his chin to the armpit Scene smalled.

"Your not even sweating. I like that. My name is Scene, and Movement is mine. I have much use for a man of your abilities. If you so desire, i would welcome you into my congregation." He would grin broadly again, ignoring the now twitching child beside him. The masses were stirring, feeling their own future well within their grasp.