Dio's sinister grin perked once he could tell the saw was cutting into
the bone. He'd almost forgotten the screams of his victim until that
point. He stopped sawing at the man's fore-arm and he reached out
forcing the man's gaze to meet his own.
"Where is the meeting?" Dio's british-esque lilt.
The victim gritted his teeth, Dio could feel the muscles of the man's
jaw tense under his own hand.
"You really need to talk, it is in your best interests." He let the saw
slide a bit to remind the man of why that was. The scream that followed
perked him up a bit. The dark grin still there, "Please come out with
it." The jaw re-clenched itself. "This saw can go more directions than
down, you know." To emphasize his point he twisted the saw against the
man's flesh, it's teeth cutting new wounds deep under the flesh.
"Look, I don't have all day for this."
The man screamed again covering up Dio's statement.
"It's rude to talk over someone else you know. I said I... DON'T...
HAVE... ALL... DAY... FOR... THIS!" Each word punctuated by a short
pass of the saw.
"So?" his tone condescending through the wicked grin.
The man spit in his face. He reached up and slowly wiped the spit off
with his sleave. "You know, that's really not the answer I was looking
for." with that he twisted the saw again, relishing the scream as the
residue of spit dried on his face.
A stone on the bracelet on his wrist flashed. "Be quiet for a moment,
I've got to take this." Dio took a length of cloth and tied a gag over
the man's mouth. Then he removed the bracelet and set it evenly on the
table tapping the flashing stone.
Suddenly the bracelet projected the bust of a hooded figure. "Have you
obtained the information?"
"I'm working on it." He idly slid the saw eliciting another muffled
"Faster the better, please make haste."
"Believe me, I'll take care of it."
"You've got 36 hours."
"Oh, more than enough time."
The hooded figure nodded and the projection dissipated. Dio removed the
gag from his victim and gave him another grin. "Well, here we are
again. You know the time table I'm working with. But what you might not
know is that I'm a necromancer. So really, you have two options here,"
More pressure on the saw, "One, you tell me now and I don't have to
spend the time cleaning your bones of flesh. Two, I spend the next
couple of hours pealing away muscle in such a way as to avoid you
dieing of bloodloss too soon."
Dio looked at the man expectantly, "So... what will it be then? One...
or two." A slight twist of the saw on the last word.
The man, ragged from the various cuts and bruises on his body, as well
as the pain from his almost severed arm showing on his face, turned to
Dio. He seemed to be searching his eyes to see if he would really do
it. The dark gleam and glare from Dio's eyes giving an answer he
dreaded. If Dio really was a Necromancer it would only takes hours
after his death for him to compel the answer from his body. If he
wasn't he was still sick enough to spend all that time cutting away at
"Fine, fine..." the man's voice was incredibly soft "He's meeting up
with them at the Traveler's Temple." Dio looked at the bracelet on his
wrist, a small green gem twinkled.
"Ah, he's not lying. Well, I guess it's time to end all this then."
The man's eyes darted to Dio's full height as he towered over the
beaten and broken man. Dio slowly pulled his Katana from it's sheath.
"This will be quick." Dio's sword flashed, removing the front legs of
the chair, bringing the man to his knees with his head leaned forward.
Dio swirled his powers of illusion in front of the man's eyes,
providing him with a view of one of the most beautiful vistas that
could ever be imagined. "Good bye." Dio's sword came down hard and
fast, cutting the air with the same gentle sound as the man's last
My Cupid Carries No Quiver
I ache for words long forgotten
a pain made of pleasant memories
My mind bends time and I find I'm behind the line
ready to cross it again to be in your moment
A place where you exist beside me, where hopes and dreams could still become truth
Then the truth is real, hopes and dreams false
If only I could have passed.