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"Stick and move Sharpen up the knife"
008 : THE TRIALS*
part two
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TRIAL TWO: VIOLENCE
THERE WASN'T A moment to rest in between the first and second trial. The trial of violence was a test of loyalty, how well he could follow orders.
Michelangelo was taken to the basement of the house of the dead where someone was tied to a chair, there was a hood over their head and he couldn't even tell if he was looking at a man or woman.
"Trial number two," began Malachai, theatrically throwing his arms up behind him as he spoke.
"The trial of violence, all you have to do is help us get some answers out of this guy right here." he said, bringing his hand down on the persons shoulders loudly, the bound man jumped in his seat.
Angelo was struggling not to lean against the wall next to him as he listened to Malachai.
"Um, so what do you want me to do?" he felt unsure of himself, obviously he'd never tortured anyone before and the eyes on the back of his head were making him nervous.
There was a group of pretty intimidating looking ghoulies pressed close to the wall behind him and, although he hadn't turned to look at them since he came down the stairs to this musty basement, he could feel their eyes on him, raising the hairs on the back of his neck.
However he couldn't take his eyes off the person bound in front of him.
"Easy!" Malachai's exclamation broke him out of his nervous thoughts, "Just swing when I tell you to swing."
As he said that the older man held the same spiked bat, that had made Michelangelo fear for his life earlier, out to him.
He swallowed hard seeing that the blood from earlier had dried.
"O-okay," he wished the substances still roaring through his body could hide his stutter but it seemed they were just making his heart race faster.
His hands were clammy with a cold sweat as he fought to keep them from visibly shaking when he reached out, but before he could lay his hands on the baseball bat from hell Malachai snatched it out of his reach.
Angelo's eyes snapped up to him, nervous and confused.
"I want you to hit him hard but keep him conscious 'kay?" The look in his eyes was stern and serious a stark contrast to his childish way of speaking.
The dark brown almost black of his irises was hypnotizing, almost pulling him in, in the lowlight.
He nodded, clearing his throat a little before answering.
"I understand."
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"Okay then! Let's get this started." Malachai shouted, no more seriousness in his tone as he seemed almost giddy at the prospect of what came next.
With that he snatched the hood off the body on the chair and Michelangelo had to thank the drugs in his system for slowing his reactions enough for him to stifle the gasp he almost let out at the sight of the man's face.
He didn't recognize him of course, but he doubted anyone would.
The fifteen year old had never seen a human being look like that in real life before, completely unrecognizable due to the rainbow of bruises and swollen skin.
The man's eyes had to be completely swollen shut or at least well on their way there, and Angelo couldn't see any skin that wasn't either bruised or awash in dry and flaking blood.
Finally, Malachai came around to the front of the chair and passed him the bat handle first, not even looking over at him before swinging his leg back and kicking the once more unconscious man in the ribs to wake him up.
Michelangelo felt queasy as he noticed the chair was bolted to the floor.
"Wakey wakey!" the leader of the Ghoulies shouted, manic grin back in place as he focused all of his attention on this man (his prisoner?) again.
The man leaned forward as much as he could with his restraints and coughed hard as he was brutally awakened, blood landing inches away from Angelo's feet on the floor.
The blond could swear he was starting to sober up as he felt his wrist ache where he was holding the bat. (He would later realize he'd never been to see the 'medic' Malachai had lured him in with at all.)
He tried to keep his breathing steady as he waited for a sign from the leader of the Ghoulies, unable to even focus on what he was saying to the man. Something about drugs going missing and hadn't Malachai said that drugs were Serpent territory? And oh god what had he gotten himself into-
Angelo couldn't even keep spiraling as Malachai snapped in his direction and before he could think about what he was doing he raised the bat over his head and brought it down on the bound man's shoulder as hard as he could.
He briefly made eye contact with Malachai as his eyes focused on his shocked eyes and proud grin, right before the most petrifying guttural scream he had ever heard broke loose of the man in front of him.
He couldn't stop himself from recoiling as he realized the nail covered bat was still buried into the man's shoulder as he howled with pain.
Michelangelo could not even process what was going on as he jerkily pulled the nails out of the man's shoulder, almost sick as he watched some of the mans skin come away with it.
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Angelo couldn't take his eyes off the bat, deep into a dissociative state as he couldn't understand what just happened.
Why had he done that? He didn't even hesitate, he's never hurt anyone before in his life, he would get beat at home and at school but he's never fought back.
Was this even fighting back? The man being interrogated before him posed no threat to him, so why?
Why did it feel so good?
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word count: 1,002
authors note: still shorter than usual but longer than last time! that's the end of trial two!! clearly angelo is going to have a lot to process once these trials are all done and over with lmao. let me know what you guys think!!
