Revenge is Best Served...

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Moonshine smashed against the brick wall of the basement headquarters. Shards of glass danced in the air, landing in bicoloured hair, bouncing off of skin and glittering on the ground. On his way 'home' Eros had picked some up and drained the bottle before he even made it back, disposing it with unconvential methods.

"Fuck." A growl under his breath, grabbing a coat by the metal door and throwing it around his shoulders, the spikes tearing through the fabric like butter. It was always so cold underground. Not even the partial-drunkness heated his blood. Six people(Although they weren't people in some eyes) were sitting around a like circular table, all laughing and enjoying themselves. Untill their leader stormed in, barking orders. "Pan," Blueprints were thrown at the hooved one, "I need the parts for this, ASAP. Aphrodite, Persephone, I need information. Cyborg cop, yay tall, brown hair, blue eyes, one leg one arm. Probably heading in for repairs. Atlas, keep an eye on Hephaestus. And Apollo."

The Boss smiled. It was a handsome thing, off-white teeth revealing themselves in a smug little grin. "Your birthdays coming up, right? My gift to you will be the opportunity to tinker inside of government technology. Let's have some fun."

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This revenge wasn't entirely cold, actually. It was rather luke-warm. The hardest part was finding out which area SE -0300 was going to be assigned to. Once they had discovered this through some female-investigation it had been easy as cake.

Speaking of cake, Eros was enjoying his. The mutant sat crosslegged ontop of a mail box, one of those big red metal cubes which were artifacts of ancient times. He pinched off pieces of the delicious birthday cake and popped them in his mouth, keeping half an eye on the street. Kama savoured the taste, letting the chocolate melt on his tongue. This time though, he had no intention of getting rouged up by police.

He was armed to the teeth. Weaponry was in plain sight, a gun strapped to his waist and a taser next to it. The most interesting piece of equipment was tucked neatly in a pocket where it was being kept as a nice little surprise for Alistair whenever he made his way over. As he surely was, not only was this part of his patrol route, but it was incredibly illegal for mutants to be in possession of firearms without a license. And it was next to impossible to obtain a license.

Eros couldn't help but wonder how much better this cake was going to taste in about an hour.

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SE-0300 had, after his run in with Eros, the bitch-dog, and Isaac, returned to the precinct. He'd been debriefed and had, as planned, given the Captain a false, fabricated story to explain his wounds and the fact he was missing his weapon. The cyborg had been berated, of course, but Alistair was used to it by then. One would wonder how far the man could push his boundaries before he was severely reprimanded. His only protection was the fact he was a Series Eight, an experiment of biomechanics and cybernetics that would help gather information for a "better" and newer generation of government cyborgs.

They'd patched him up and delved into his head once again to try and install new circuits (which failed). The scientists' ultimate goal was to suppress a cyborg's personality so that all that remained was the intellect and intuition of a trained human mind -- something that technology couldn't truly mimic. Alistair and the rest of the SE's were a stepping stone to that end result, hence why most of them tended to be a bit... off, mentally speaking.

He'd woken up on that same table, staring up at those same lights. He showered. He dressed. And he was sent out the door with his new patrol route. He'd been given enough time to recuperate physically, but mentally he needed a bit more time. It might've seemed reckless to send him out so soon, but the people funding the SE program wanted to see results, or else they might pull their support. And nothing scared a scientist more than the removal of their funding.

Alistair strolled down the street, whistling of key and smiling to himself for no apparent reason. His day had been relatively uneventful, save for some random hobo jumping out from the alleyway, yelling bloody murder, flashing the cop, then promptly running down the street, still screaming. Alistair hadn't bothered to pursue him. There were some things that even he didn't want to get involved in. Besides, there was bigger prey to be had.

Speaking of which, there he was sitting nonchalantly on a red mailbox. The tune he'd been carrying had died on his lips, killed by his surprise at the weapons Eros' was carrying. Shit, he was breaking so many laws just then that, if caught, he'd likely be locked up for life or euthanized (the preferred word for incineration.)

Alistair drew his gun, aimed it at Eros, and slowly started to pace towards the heavily armed mutant. " Hey, bud," The cop said friendly enough, " I think you got a few things there that you shouldn't have. Show me your license for that shit, or get your ass on the ground." As Alistair's striking blue eyes watched Eros' face, the mutant might notice that there was no recognition that reflected within the cop's gaze. He didn't remember Eros, not at all. The intrusion into his mind had seen to that. Whether the memory loss was permanent or temporary could never be predicted. Only time would tell.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"I'd offer you some cake, but I doubt you'd accept." It was impossible to repress his smile, placing the little dish down next to himself and licking off his fingertips. For the best really, as he didn't want to share his cake anyways. There wasn't much left though, just some icing he had been saving for later. Now it was Eros Kama's turn to make amusing little quips, sliding off of the metal and landing gracefully on his feet.

"I'm hurt that you forgot me, but, atleast you're not calling me names anymore." Or threatening to grope him with freezing-cold metal hands. It was true, though, he was a little hurt that he had been forgotten, pride damaged ever so slightly. But that made the taste of revenge even better. There was no fear of that gun being pointed at him. Because if he had a credit for every time one had been rammed in his face he would be a rich man. Atleast he hadn't been kept waiting for long, the response time was pretty damned good. And hell, Alistair was almost being... professional about this.

"Of course, let me get it for you right away," Perhaps the cop should have clued in right there that no mutant would ever have one. The benefit of the doubt would surely be given as Alistair had been the one who asked for it, however. Two fingers slid into his left pocket and curled his hand around his supposed license, holding it infront of himself.

And then, one finger unfurled. There was metal. Another. A blinking light. Yet another. Saudering lines. The thumb was placed ontop of the device, just hovering overtop of a big red button. "Got any idea what this is, SE-0300?"

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The cop did find the situation surreal. There was a mutant sitting on a mailbox with enough weaponry to arm a small militia, eating cake. Then again he had been flashed by a very vocal and insane hobo just moments earlier. There was little left that could faze Alistair, little that could worry him. Most people lacked the technology to really do him harm, to truly put his existence in jeopardy.

So when Eros pulled out that curious little device and cheekily asked him what it was, Alistair was shocked into silence. They didn't look all that impressive but Alistair wasn't about ready to let Eros demonstrate just what the hell those little things were meant to do. The fact that the mutant new his number had sent alarms off in the cyborg's mind. This was bad. He knew it was. The cop had no idea why the mutant would want to hurt him other than he worked for the government, which was probably reason enough.

The cop wasted no time. He fired his gun, hoping it would stop the mutant in time.

Alistair, though, was not going to be that fortunate.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Unlike the cyborg, Eros did register pain. It flared out in his shoulder, spiking all along his body, burning up. The bullet was wedged in his collarbone. Although he felt it, it didn't stop him. He had been shot enough in various places to be able to push past any sort of physical injury. All this shot resulted in what Eros seething in fury, teeth gritting and looking at Alistair with fire in his eyes. There was no way to describe the look on his face other than that, a blazing inferno of hatred. Everything built up in his life, all the anger and loathing, it was all there. Every person who had wronged him, every single one who ever looked down on him, and all the government bastards who hated him for what he was, it was Alistair.

"You shot me. You fucking SHOT ME AND I DIDN'T EVEN PRESS MY LITTLE BUTTON YET!" There was no guilt as he pressed down on the previously mentioned red button. It started the mechanism.

The device itself was horribly complex. There weren't many out there in existance, the plans had been snatched up during a raid of government facilities. Why they had been developing these, Eros had no clue. But he didn't really care, you didn't scoff at a gift. Especially one as precious as this. Humans mixed with metal, it was the opposite of him. He was a step in natural evolution and these robotic people were a leap in the unnatural bastardization of nature. It was a problem that needed to be fixed, and here in his hand he held the solution. A high-intensity, short-duration burst of electromagnetic energy would be sent out. Or rather, an electromagnetic pulse.

A free hand (Which was actually aching from the bullet in it's coresponding shoulder) pulled the Electrolaser from his belt, intending on knocking the cop out with a blooming laser beam to create a conductive channel of ionized air to carry the electric shock. Hopefully it would knock him out, or atleast finish off whatever the EMP didn't.

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He had no chance to react. His vision went white. His ears were filled with a high-pitched and overwhelming buzz. The EMP had rendered Alistair's senses utterly useless; nothing was working. The gun fell from his hand. The circuits and gizmos that kept his cybernetic attachments flowing seamlessly with his flesh would prove to be his undoing. The robotic arm and leg that had replaced his original ones froze and it was a strange sight. Alistair remained utterly motionless, face blank and wide gaze staring blankly into space. He looked like some oversized action figure, a soulless manikin made by man and intended to be used by man.

It was the electrical shock that followed the EMP that garnered more of a reaction from the frozen cyborg. His arm gave a good twitch and his robotic leg gave out. Alistair crumpled to the ground with a thud and metallic clang. Pinocchio's strings were cut.

The loud whirring in his ears ceased and there was a moment of bliss, a moment of freedom, like drifting through the clouds, before everything went black. The mechanical lungs and heart that sat within his chest were the only devices to avoid total system failure. His heart beat at an incredibly slow rate, a failsafe meant to keep him alive until he could be attended to. Alistair drew breath in short, infrequent and quiet inhalations -- enough to keep his body supplied with oxygen. The fluid that replaced his blood was much more efficient in the delivery and use of the element. He wasn't moving, he wasn't awake, but he was alive.

The scientists back at headquarters would've had a heyday to learn that their failsafe program had worked -- never mind the fact that one of their agents was down and likely facing his death. Alistair's hat had fallen off during the fall to reveal shaved head with a faded incision scars. Now the mutant would have his chance to use the cyborg to his advantage, to learn, and to discard him when done. Lest, of course, Alistair's system happened to reboot, and even then, it wasn't likely that the cop would be able to do much. His arm and leg were royally fucked up. He'd be lucky if he could get a finger to twitch.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Alistair would wake up unable to move. But this was unlike the governments beautiful facilities. No, this time, he would find himself strapped down to a metal table in a garage which he shared with a few broken down vehicles. The straps themselves weren't straps at all, but incredibly thick metal that had been bent and welded down over his extremities to hold him there untill they were removed by a welding torch. No amount of physical strength would budge these bonds, human, mutant, or cyborg. Completely bare of clothing except for a towel thrown across the waist.

Not that his clothing wasn't being put to good use. No, overtop of him hovered two men. And one had dressed himself up in the military uniform, topping it off with a hat. The presence of horns had ruined the cap, unfortunately, black tipped red protruding through the material. In his twelve fingered hands there was a screwdriver covered in god knows what, twirling it around as he discussed something with the other man.

"We can't do that."
"Why not?"
"It's too dangerous! We don't know how!"
"There's only one way to find out."
"What if we kill him?"

Brown eyes glanced down over Alistairs body. The man was nearly completely opened up. His chest cavity had been opened so they could peer around his internal organs, and hadn't yet been closed. Oddly enough, his leg was in perfect working conidition. Whatever damage had been done to it from the devices used was.. repaired. The arm hadn't been touched yet. And there was only one area of interest that was yet to be fucked with.

"Look at him." The looked turned cold, "Do you call this a life? You've never pussied out on me before, Apollo. And so what if we break him, we already managed to fix up his leg. We can fix this too."

The man in question, Apollo, frowned. The light of the mechanics shop was harsh on his face, making the fourty three year olds features look even older than they were. "I'd rather we wait till he boots up. Can we atleast do that?" A pleading glance, "Come on, Eros. It's my birthday."

Eros threw his head back in a groan, running robot-blood covered fingers through his hair and lifting the cap off. "FINE, FINE. But after we get him talking I want in his brain."

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The mind was a complex fucking thing, and when people messed with it? Things just got more complex. Alistair's memories had been butchered countless times and his brain had worked to piece them together as best it could. When he slept he dreamed. Faces. Voices. Smells. Sounds. They were only really remembered in slumber, when his subconscious could dredge them up out from the abused portions of his mind. That day he dreamt about a boy. A boy wearing militia-like armor. A boy with a gun. A boy pointing a gun in his direction (or he assumed it was his direction). A boy now on the ground, dead, shot through the chest. A memory. The one that had probably saved Isaac from meeting a similar fate as the dream-boy. When he finally awoke, however, he would not remember the dream and the memories would recede back into the protection of his subconscious mind.

His heart and lung whirred and emitted a strange, mechanical sound. The rhythm of his breathing increased, as did his pulse. The pounding of his inhuman heart was loud, pulsating within the room. Alistair drew in a long breath, held it briefly, and exhaled. As the air pushed past his lips, the cyborg's eyes fluttered open and stared blankly at the ceiling above. Something wasn't right. Where were the blinding lights? The table beneath him didn't feel right either. It wasn't cold enough. Alistair attempted to moved his limbs experimentally but met with impossible-to-break restraints. That's when he started to worry, started to feel a little bit scared.

He turned his head and his eyes were met with the sight of two mutants. His attention was immediately drawn to the one playing dress-up with his uniform, however. This time a shadow of recognition flitted across his face. Eros. Dollface. Fingers. What in the hell was going on? Shit, he really should've arrested the guy when he had had the chance. Now his bad policing had come back to haunt him. Maybe there was something to be said by doing things by the books. He'd think about that later. If he survived this little encounter.

It was then that Alistair realized his chest was wide open, leaving his internal workings in plain view. Well, shit. Alistair could've screamed, could've writhed on the table until his arm and leg was rubbed raw. He could've, but he didn't. Instead he affixed his nonchalant, cool gaze onto the leader of the Argonauts, flashed a weak grin and said:

" This is not what I had in mind when I said you and I should get intimate, Dollface."

It was always easiest for him to cover up uncertainty and fear with humor. And that's how he lived his life, laughing and bullshitting pass the fact that he, SE-0300, was never really in control.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

As soon as the cyborg spoke a shudder ran down his spine, a look of disgust shot down at the man on his table. He had honestly been hoping Alistair just wouldn't wake up and he could have fun with an autopsy. There was so much more to be learned from one of those. Ah, oh well. Atleast he could test reflexes if he wanted now. There was just so much knowledge to be sponged up.

Eros might have to find out what turned off his fucking tongue though. A wave of his hand to Apollo who gracefully took his leave, leaving the two of them alone. But now Eros had the upper hand, he was the authority in these parts. He was trying not to let the cop get under his skin.

"Now this is what I call a strip search." The grin was returned, putting the hat back on and leaning over the table with his elbows on the edge. Nevermind that he had been working on that line since he first rendered the other unconsious. "I'm surprised you remember me finally, I thought you had forgotten."

A sideways glance to Alistairs chest cavity, watching the organs there with interest. "I suppose i'll find out why it slipped your mind when I cut your head open though. I hope you won't object, but, I suppose we should chat first."

Eros walked around to the other side of the table where he pulled up a stool, sitting down next to the robotic arm. This one still wasn't working, they hadn't even had a chance to open it up yet. Might as well do some work while conversing with his captive. The mutant reached across Ali to grab a screwdriver and busy himself taking the limb apart.

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Alistair's brow shot up in a clear look of surprise. Eros was supposed to get annoyed, yell, murmur curses, not treat him to a jest of his own. The cyborg scowled but quickly turned the gesture into a large, hate-inspiring grin.

" I bet you've been wanting this since the day you laid those big doe-brown eyes on me. Get me naked, strap me down, and have your way with me." Alistair sniffed and dropped his head back down onto the table. His neck was starting to strain. " Never would've pegged you for a kinky bastard. Hell, you're even wearing my uniform, naughty boy." His lips upturned into a smug smile, disguising the fact that he was currently trying to figure a way out of this most unfortunate of situations.

" Aw, did it hurt my little teddy bear to think that I had forgotten him?" Alistair's voice dripped with sarcasm and he trained his eyes back onto Eros' face. " Go ahead. It's not like my mind's not already fucked as it is." There was a strange smile the followed the words, insincere and distant. His gaze dropped, unfocused for a moment before flicking back to the horned man's face. " Just be careful. You might trigger a self-destruct program. They'll be guts and cyborg chunks everywhere."

It was then that Alistair finally regarded Apollo with a curious stare. " Who's the old fogey?" He questioned, flashing a grin at the man who was only three years his senior. He kept the conversations up but all the while Alistair had been taking note of the things in the room, as far as he could see. Right now there appeared to be no way out. He hadn't seen his badge but assumed it was somewhere around. He could only hope that the tracking device hadn't been disabled by the EMP. It was his only chance and it wasn't very likely.

Again his head fell back onto the table with a thud and Alistair sighed out softly, closing his eyes. He'd just have to grin and bear it as long as he could. Once Eros cracked his head open, Alistair was pretty sure that'd be the end of it. At least he couldn't feel any pain. That was his only consolation at the moment.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"I didn't want to get your blood all over myself." It was a deep throated growl, drumming his fingers against the table while taking out some screws. This theory of not wanting to get dirty was destroyed by the fact that he was also wearing the hat, but, he chose to ignore this. Truthfully he just thought it looked like fun, and it seemed comfortable. Which it was. That and it looked pretty good on him, laying across his body with the buttons open. Not to mention it was an ego stroke to wear the skin of his victim. However, there was only so much Eros could take. He had an incredibly low boiling point and his sense of humor was minimal and reserved to jokes that took him hours to formulate. The cyborgs smile was enough to make him wish he had been shot in the head instead of the shoulder.

He paused, putting pressure on his temples with the tips of his fingers, rubbing them. Oh god, this asshole was giving him such a headache. There was no point in masking the pained expression, and it was taking every inch of him not to pummel his little science experiment to death. Alistair was so fucking annoying, that voice was like nails against a chalkboard.

"Christ, that would be so fucking pleasant right about now." The thought of him exploding everywhere was pretty damned nice, except that he'd lose the precious parts. Which would be unfortunate considering all the work it took to get their nice little captive. Honestly, he wasn't even sure what he was going to do with him when this was all done. This was as far as his plan had gotten.

"Huh?" A glance over his shoulder, having not realized he was still there. "That's Apollo." The eldest member of the Argonauts was leaning against the doorway, pretending to not be listening. A snake had slid out of the collar of his buttoned up shirt, peering out into the world as it's master pet it's head with a thumb. Said master was even sicker than usual, bringing a tissue up to his nose and sneezing occassionally, nose all red and eyes all red.

"He's our mechanic and healer." Lips upturned in a smile, "Be nice, it's his birthday. And he also patched me up after you fucking shot me." Smile drained from his features, the memory killing any joy. It couldn't hurt to tell him this, the chances of Alistair leaving with the ability to relay this information was fairly slim right now. "Curing me made him horrendously ill though. With that cold, you should be glad he was working on your leg at all. Which SHOULD work by the way."

Apollo himself had fled once his name was mentioned, being incredibly uncomfortable with the notion of conversing with somebody when he had just had his hands rammed in their internal organs.

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Alistair's boiling point was never really predictable, his moods unstable. He could go from being at your throat to joking around all buddy-like in the drop of a hat. At the present moment, however, the cyborg was making it a concerted effort to keep cool and calm. To panic in such a situation would only complicate things and besides, Alistair told himself he didn't care. What was the difference really, between having scientists or mutant rebels tinkering inside of him? In the cyborg's eyes they on in the kind. The whitecoats and Eros saw him as nothing more than a tool and experiment to learn from, to use. And that's why a sliver of hate worked its way into Alistair as he stared at Eros, eyes taking on the feeling of their color -- icy, cold.

" You should be wearing white." Alistair said, smiling a vindictive little smile.

He imagined what it would be like if the tables were turned, if it was Eros on the table popped open instead of him. Granted, the mutant could register pain and that thought only made Alistair grin in satisfaction. His aggression was also unpredictable, a product the scientist's experimentation. Just like that, though, the look was gone and he looked utterly complacent, turning his attention to the man at the doorway.

"Well, happy fucking birthday, sweetheart." He cooed just as Apollo ducked out the door and vanished. Eros had his own engineer, one capable of fixing his complicated robotic limbs. This was organized, or so the cyborg chanced. A thought struck him and Alistair nearly laughed. Actually he did, but it was a strange sound, a mixture of sardonic humor and a "how could I have missed this" kind of feel.

"Argonauts." Alistair stated and clicked his tongue against his front teeth. " Fucking Argonauts. The Captain would have my balls on a fucking silver platter if he realized I had let you go. But I guess we don't really have to worry about that, huh, hun?" An impish smile pulled at his lips and Alistair's eyes wandered over Ero's facial features. " I'm yours now, your toy to fuck with until you get tired and toss me aside. What're you plans? Why fix me? You reverse engineering me? Or you do have some sort of twisted plan to turn me into your robo-maid? Or maybe your own personal sex-slave?"

He pursed his lips and looked up as he considered his last suggestion. Then he grinned, meeting the mutant's eyes again. " Tell me it's the latter, god I hope it's the latter." Alistair put on his most devious and predatory grin he could manage. Inside he was laughing and just waiting for Eros to lose it and ram the screwdriver through his arm. Or head. Or eye. Whatever.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Alistair certaintly wasn't sucking up to Eros or begging for his life, which was what the leader had been expecting. Not this incredibly annoying cruelty. He was begining to question if it was even worth this, and why couldn't he had gotten a less obnoxious cyborg. One who didn't compare him to scientists. This in itself was an incredible offense, sending him further down the path to insane rage. Scientists. He was no fucking government white coat, no, he may be a man of knowledge and intellect, but there was no way in fucking hell anyone in their right mind could compare him to a labtech. What hurt him was that there was an ounce of truth in it, and somewhere deep down in that heart which was painted in years of abuse, loathing, and resentment was that he knew treating Alistair as nothing more than a machine was hypocritical.

Any guilt the cop accomplished in surfacing was kicked beaten and mutilated by the next set of berating comments. So, he had finally figured out who they were. It was pretty fucking obvious considering they all had mythological codenames (Save for Eros, as it was his real name) and the possession of an arsenal of weaponry. The mutant wasn't looking at the cyborg now, he was staring at his own fisted hand. Nails drew blood, seeping slowly down the inside of his palm to pool on the table.

Trying to control his anger. He was an intellectual. There shouldn't be this irrational fury. This was all part of a self-defense mechanism, don't let it work. He was trying to do this. Brown eyes met blue once more and the blow was enough to send him over the edge, hunched shoulders and lowered head, nearly quaking in red hot rage-

Somebody beat him to it. Persephone had just been walking past the door to the room, curious as to what was going on as Apollo had tipped her off. The human had been there just in time to hear the sex slave comment and in mere seconds she had flung herself on Alistair, leaping onto the table. The olden age saying of hell hath no fury like a woman scorned still applied even in these days. Spitting out barely coherant curses as fists pounded Alistairs head and face, "HOWDAREYOUHEISAGREATMANYOUSTUPIDMETALPIECEOFCRAP
YOULLREGRETEVERTHINKINGTHATHEDNEVERDOTHATYOUFUCKING
SCUMOFTHEEARTH-"

"YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIM, GET THE FUCK OFF!" Eros himself stood, knocking his chair back and pulled Persephone off of the table. She barely managed to keep on her feet as the leader and his second in command struggled with one another, the mutant trying to stop the human from turning Alistairs face to mush.

"BUT HE CAN'T SAY THAT!"
"DON'T LET IT GET TO YOU!"
"HE NEEDS TO PAY FOR WHAT HE DID!"
"SHUTUP, I'LL FUCKING DEAL WITH HIM, OKAY?!"

One force of strength, natural male prowess defeating Persephone and knocking her down to the ground. SE-0300 was nearly completely forgotten during the fight, one Argonaut standing over the other spitting daggers. The air calmed ever so slightly, Eros speaking in a calmer tone although his voice was hoarse from shouting. "It doesn't matter anyways, Persephone. He can't register pain, he barely has emotions. It's a lost cause to fight with a machine like him." A cold glare was cast over his shoulder at the cyborg.

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Alistair was watching Eros with an intense stare, daring the man to fall off the edge and to succumb to his anger. That would be the only way Alistair could have any manner of victory, the only way he could reap any true satisfaction from his shit-poor situation. He wanted to see Eros give in, wanted to see the mutant all fury and violent thought. It was sick, it was twisted, but Alistair like it. He liked feeling as if he had some control over others, as others had over him. Some might call him a villain, but he was only a product of the system, of his environment. Just like Eros and his crew were. Though Alistair was not yet ready to draw any similarities between himself and his captors.

Just as he was about to make another rude and testing comment, the banshee from hell was upon him, attempting to beat his face in. He kept his eyes open and stared up at her with a bitter indifference. He felt nothing. She could do nothing. He'd be bruised to hell but there'd be no pain so she'd be robbed of any satisfaction, which meant that Alistair felt pleased, felt satisfied.

" You know, there's a law about keeping your dog's leashed," Alistair said cruelly, grinning up at the ceiling. " But then again, you're not one for following laws, are you, dollface" This time he turned his head to regard Eros with a wild, inflamed stare. Alistair flicked his eyes to Persephone and smiled sweetly. " Got a hand it to you, you've got her trained well. Loyal bitch never really leaves your side, does she?" His husky voice was positively dripping with venom, despite the kind, almost friendly smile on his lips.

" And don't pretend to know anything about me, you fairy fuck," Eyes moved back to Eros and Alistair's voice was effortlessly calm, strangely smooth despite the gravity of his words. Right then Alistair was feeling a budding anger and burning resentment. The cyborg was pretty sure those were emotions, though maybe that was just his desire to rip the insane bitch's throat out. If only he was free. If only his hand was working. Then he'd teach them, then he'd show them. Even cyborg's could dream.

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Eros stood with his back to Alistair, hands on the womans shoulders, holding her back. He spoke in a hushed voice to her while she nearly frothed at Alistair, "Shh, don't listen to him, he's just trying to make you angry, if you do he'll have won, they'll have won, our failure will be your fault." all said in a quiet undertone to try and keep her calm while the cyborg harassed them.

Persephone didn't seem to be triggered by being called a bitch, no, it was Alistair calling Eros a fairy fuck that set her off once more. But as soon as she opened her mouth to scream something at the cyborg, a ridiculously zen Kama placed a finger on her lips. This gentle motion completely silenced her, blue eyes staring at Eros. Something passed between their eyes then, completely tuning out whatever Alistair was doing. A sort of mutual understanding of what had to be done. Whatever the hell their relationship was would be impossible to tell by an outsider, but one could only assume there was more there than meets the eye.

"Lock the door on your way out." The human nodded, rubbing her sore hands as she turned and left the room without a word. Metal doors of the garage were closed and locked by a key only she and Eros possessed. Alistair and Eros were once again alone together.

And as soon as Persephone left, the mutant broke down. Snatching up the screwdriver he had dropped to ram it down into the cyborgs bicep, snarling viciously. "I'M GOING TO MAKE THAT HURT." All calmness had left him, leaning over Alistair so that their faces weren't but a foot from eachother, hands on the cops shoulders. "Do you hear me? Do you understand what i'm saying? Somehow, i'm going to make that hurt. Mark my words, you'll feel pain even if it kills me in the process."