Post by spike on Jan 5, 2017 19:40:36 GMT -5
Disclaimer: This may be viewed as cruel and or brutal. Read at your own risk.
The scene opens up in a dimly lit room, the furnishings are sparse, containing an occupied chair, a make shift cot, and a table with various tools and other implements sitting on it. The walls are made from wood that is rotting through in some places, with a few knot holes in other places. The door to the room opens filling the room with light, and reveling Mike Hawk as the man sitting in the chair, Mike winces as the sudden burst of light hits him in the face and overwhelms his sense of sight. The figure of Mulligan is now seen standing in the door way, he looks to his side.
Mulligan: Ok, boys. Stand watch, and if you hear any screaming...well at's likely Mike.
Mike nervously fidgets around, keeping an eye on Mulligan not really sure what it is he has in mind. Looking somewhat patched up from his previous encounter with The Street Rats, Mike tries to compose himself but it's almost obvious he's scared to death.
Mike: H..hey, saw your mom last night. Yeah, she came by, g...gave me a good time.
Mulligan: Ah yeah, she still dead then? Come on Mike, ah know you don't want to be here. But the fact of the matter is you had the wrong friend, and now...now is the time to pay for it.
Mike: Shit man, don't kill me! I'll do anything you want, I'll go away if you just let me live!
Mulligan: Rest assured lad, ah won't be killin' ya. Sure, you may at some point wish ye were dead, but there is nothing to be learned from death.
Mulligan cracks his knuckles before turning on an overhead light above the table, Mike sees the various instruments laying about on the surface and his eyes grow wide. Mulligan carefully scans his choices and picks up a ball ping hammer. Mike jumps out of his chair and gets in a defensive position, Mulligan laughs at this and says "Sit back down, ye don't want to make this worse than it is going to be." Mike refuses , his survival instincts have kicked in and he lunges wildly at Mulligan, escape the only thought on his mind. Mulligan stands his ground, and punches Mike in the face as soon as he's in range knocking him down to the floor. Mike starts to scramble back to a stand but Mulligan grabs him by the scruff of the neck and forces him back into the chair.
Mulligan: Ok, the hard way it is. Your brother, told me ya might be a handful Mike, but ye know what else he told me? He said to make SURE you learn your lesson, doesn't matter how. And that's what ah plan on, so if you'll excuse me...
Mulligan walks to the door, Mike already up out of the chair and inching his way toward the other side of the room. Mulli calls in his two guards and points over at Mike, he orders the two large men to put him in the chair and hold his arms down. The random Street Rats eagerly comply with the senior members order, backing Mike into a corner and grabbing him, each man taking hold of a different arm. The Street Rats drag Mike back toward the chair, Mike resists the entire time but ultimately end up in the chair. The men hold his arms down onto the arm of the chair, it's at this point Mulligan picks back up his hammer, as well as a couple of nails.
Mulligan: Now, we tried the polite approach. Was just going to bust you up a little and send you on your merry little way...but seeing as ye don't wanna cooperate it's time to get rough. Trust me when ah say, this is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me.
Mike: That's what your dead mom said, give it your best sh...hey, no what are you doi..ARGH!
As Mike is talking trash, Mulligan places the first nail on Mike's right hand, without hesitation he hits it with the head of the hammer pinning Mike's hand down to the wooden chair arm. Mike's screams now fill the air as Mulligan does the same thing again, only with the left hand. Mike, in obvious pain, begins yelling loudly. The sound doesn't at all seem to get to any of the three Street Rats in the room, the two guards look to Mulligan, he nods and they each take turns hitting Mike in the face before exiting the building and resuming their guard duties. Mulligan smiles at his handy work and flips the hammer over, using the ball ping he lays in a couple of shots to each of Mike's kneecaps, Mike's voice at this point becoming horse as he still attempts to yell. Mulligan gently places the now bloody hammer on the table before picking up a bottle of scotch, he takes the lid off and getss a drink. Mulligan looks at the bottle, then at Mike's hands, then back to the bottle before cracking an evil grin and emptying the remainder of the scotch over Mike's hands. Mike feels the whisky seep into his wounds, and tries to rise up out of the chair but this only serves to twist his flesh around the metal that pierces through his hands.
Mike: You sick bastard! Let me go, for the love of god LET ME GO!
Mulligan: In good time, and ye haven't seen anything yet. Relax, we've only just begun. Uh-oh, ah all out of drink, guess this bottle is of no use to me...or is it?
Mulligan places the bottle on the table and picks up a mini-sledge, he brings the heavy hammer up over his head, and then slams it down onto the glass shattering it into about a dozen smaller pieces. Mulligan takes the largest glass shard, and carefully wraps the bottom of it with a rag creating a makeshift handle. The light glistens off of the glass, little spots of scotch residue still visible on it.
Mulligan: Ye may notice, ah have a bit of a scar here. Interesting story behind that, but ah'm not gettin' into it here. What ah will say is after today...it'll be one thing we have in common. Probably one of the only things, but it's mah "gift" to ye.
Mulligan approaches Mike, bottle shard in hand. Mike twists his head trying to avoid the cut but Mulligan holds his head steady with his free hand. Mulligan places the tip of the glass shard at the edge of Mike's mouth, and drags the glass crudely along his skin to almost the ear before stopping and pulling the glass away from Mike's flesh. A little blood squirts out and splashes across Mulligan, Mulli thinks nothing of it and forcefully rips Mike's shirt away from his body. Mulligan now begins making a series of small cuts along Mike's chest causing him great pain. Once content with his work Mulligan picks up a blue cylinder with "Iodized Salt" written across it. Mulligan opens his hand and slowly pours the white salt into his hand, he stops pouring and rubs his hand all along Mike's chest causing the yells to grow louder than they were moments before. Mulligan tosses the salt canister aside and calls to his allies who are watching guard, the two men enter and Mulligan shoots them a stern look.
Mulligan: He's all yours boys. Two rules though...and ah mean this, ah found out you broke either of them and you'll be next. Number one, he lives, and number two when you are done take him to the ER. Not the E.R. here though, take him out of town, and Mike...make sure you STAY out of town. If ah see you around here again....well this will have just been a warm up, got that?
Mike, having a lot of trouble forming words due to his new scar, slowly nods his head in response. Mulligan, not bothering to wipe the blood off of himself, walks out the door. The scene fades away as the two unnamed Street Rats start their turn with Mike Hawk.
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