Aurellius was, to put it plain and simple, completely fucked.
And to make matters even worse, they knew who he was. Aurellius Bellum, son of Aurus Bellum, leader and head of the company known as Bellum Industries. To the White Fang, this was a bad thing. While not confirmed, there were rumors that surrounded his company, of the mistreatment and disregard for Faunus. They were pissed and they wanted back at Aurus for screwing with them. Of course, while Faunus aren't treated as great as they might want, they're not treated like animals at least.
To be captured was a disgrace to Aurellius, and it pissed him off. All because of a stupid mistake during a mission. Ascalon had jammed, resulting in an aluminum bat to straight to the face.
The worst part about the whole situation was that they had ruined his suit. Aurellius now crouched, slumped over in an 'interrogation chamber' of sorts, but in reality it was just the lowest depths of a parking garage. His wrists were handcuffed to the grill of a jeep, and his legs were tied with rope. His poor Ascalon was just a few meters away, being torn apart by the a bastard of a dog Faunus. 'Bones' he was called by his subordinates. Aurellius didn't like the joke.
"Now, see here, I know who you are, kid," said Bones, standing up from the unhinged parts of Ascalon. "Well, mostly because of the stuff you had on your Scroll I grabbed out of your pocket, but I'll go with the benefit of the doubt and say its because you're a little famous among us." Aurellius stayed silent, his eyes narrowed and glaring, but he listened.
"A lot of people are mad at your good old Dad. Not a lot good to say about him, really. Incredibly low wages... nonexistent health care... Hell, I've even heard of 'hiring' the poor children. I wonder what a lot of us Faunus think about him and what they might do if they get their hands on his son..."
Bones stood rather tall, around as tall as Aurellius himself. His face was similar to that of a Doberman, angled slightly and with a nice set of fangs as well as pointed furry ears that stood up. "You know, I thought you dogs would be loyal to your masters, not bite the hand that feeds you," Aurellius said, glaring up at him.
"Master? Oh, that's hilarious. What kind of 'master' is your father, kid? All I see is a Rockefeller asshole who mistreats my kind and should be punished because of it. And what better way to that than to do such a thing to the prodigal son?"
Suddenly, a wicked looking knife was pulled out of the man's pocket. It was curved slightly, and sharper than a surgical tool from the gleam it set off in the moon's light. "Now, then. Where do you think we should start? It's your choice, after all. I wouldn't wanna spoil the fun in the get go," Bones said, placing the knife against the middle of Aurellius' sternum.
His silence was punished, as the knife began digging into the skin, going downwards all the way to the bottom of his ribs. Pain made Aurellius snarl, but he was used to pain. If things got too bad, he could always just make it go away. But he wouldn't, at least not yet. Bones pulled the knife away from skin, looking at the red blood that was slowly flowing from the cut. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Bones asked. Aurellius couldn't help but agree.
Thirty minutes later, Aurellius was in agony. A broad array of cuts had been made on his body, Bones even going so far as the make a fucking tic-tac-toe board on his stomach. Aurellius had lost. Even through his Semblance, his whole body still hurt. The blood loss was starting to get to him, and he wasn't sure he would make it through another session. A small pool of it had collected on the floor, Bones deciding it was high time to go clean himself up.
They hadn't even given him a guard. That was their big mistake.
With a pull, Aurellius began trying to break his restraints. His hands were too big to forcefully break so he could slip out, but he had enough leverage to try and pull the grate of the car off. His muscles strained, screaming at him from the deepest part of his mind. The pain was gone, all of it, but his body still screamed in protest.
Even if you can't feel the pain of it, ripping your body apart is cause enough to throw up a ton of warning signs from your brain. He ignored them as he felt his shoulders pop, the metal starting to strain as he pulled with all of his might. The cuffs dug into his wrists, causing them to bleed, but he didn't care.
Adrenaline and the thought of blood filled his mind as he lusted to escape, to rip that dog's ears off and shove them up his own asshole. As the shape of Bones came into his vision, the grill snapped off. He slammed into the concrete, cheek getting torn up as hit it, but again, he didn't care. Bones opened his mouth to cry, but Aurellius was a flash. Grabbing the pointed lance from the pile of parts, he charged.
He ran straight first into Bones, the lance piercing through his stomach, the tip coming out the other side as Aurellius lifted the man into the air, then brought him back down onto the ground, landing on top of him. Briefly in the back of his mind, Aurellius could hear sirens. He tore the weapon out of Bones' stomach as he let out a soundless scream. It came back down. And back out. And back down again.
Only when someone pulled him off did he snap out of it. Bones was now a pile of mutilated flesh and bones. Aurellius grinned wickedly.
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I'm good flying the Astelion for awhile, I'm not a purist who believes my ideas are superior and must be immediately expressed lest the world explode.
By the way, if you want, I can think of a few ways Shanks can get to know the 'cruit. Like teaching her how to fight in hand to hand combat, or pulling her to a range to take up a real rifle.
I-Its not like I w-want to or anything~!
Baka!~
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