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Bucky Barnes - Faber-Castell Polychromos
Whumptober 2021
No. 6 BRUISES
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Anonymous asked:
Can we see Elle reprimand Carlo for something, while Max isn’t there... just telling Carlo that she doesn’t put up with bratty behavior like Max does — and Carlo is here for it, and likes the slightly stricter approach Elle has?
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“Come here, Carlo. Sit with me.”
Carlo pauses in the doorway. Elle smiles at him, beckons him over. Reluctantly, he backs up and pulls out a chair at the breakfast table. Elle flips her phone screen-side down, looks Carlo over. He’s wearing Max’s hoodie like he’s his highschool girlfriend, which is actually sort of cute if a little sad. Which, she supposes, really sums this kid up nicely.
“You want to be a Pet so bad, why don’t you just make yourself one?”
Carlo blinks at her, three times quick like she’d just clapped her hands in his face. Another tic of his, like the jerky shrug.
“What?”
His voice is so soft she almost feels guilty.
“Why don’t you just make a Craigslist ad for yourself? For Sale.” She gives an exaggerated pout. “Puppy-dog eyes and tail wags. Will be your own Very Good Boy. Five grand, or best offer. Think I saw an old Volvo for five grand the other day, seems fair.”
Max’s ex-pet flinches from her like she’s slapped him. “I…”
“What? Not like you have protection from the state doing it all official-like anyway. Or are you afraid you won’t get someone like Max?” Elle peels the foil lid from her glass yogurt cup, glides the spoon on the creamy surface like a scalpel. “Afraid you’ll have to really be a Pet? Get a taste of something not so cushy as Max gives it to you?”
Elle lifts her spoon to her mouth, sucks vanilla yogurt from the tip so it comes out clean. Carlo looks at her straight across the table. She’s never seen him look angry until now. It flashes in his dark eyes, gives them a new light.
“I know what it is to be a Pet.”
“Ma’am.”
His anger is stunned a moment, and they only stare at each other.
“What?”
She repeats. “I know what it is to be a Pet- Ma’am. Or do you have the gall to address your betters by their first names?”
Carlo’s lashes flutter. He takes his elbows off the table, folds his hands in his lap. She can watch his cheeks getting pinker.
“Yes ma’am.” He says quietly but clearly.
“There you go. That’s better. Now apologize for that tone you gave me.”
A look of disbelief. He gapes at her a moment. “I… I’m sorry for using the… the tone I did with you…” He glances at her face. “Ma’am.”
Elle takes another bite of yogurt, crosses one leg over the other. “Go on.”
“I won’t take… a disrespectful tone with you again. If you… will accept my apology? Ma’am?”
“Not bad. Rusty, but not bad. Accepted.”
Carlo swallows, eyes on the table. She can see the pleasure on his face, in the way his chest rises and falls a little faster than before. She could snap her fingers and have him at her feet in a heartbeat. Best not push it, Elle. Just tease at it.
“I’m not Max.” She says thoughtfully, wagging her spoon in the air. “Not even close.”
“No ma’am.” Carlo says quickly. Obediently.
Elle grins to herself. He likes it. He fucking likes it.
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Part 3
Callum rubbed his thumb over the muzzle. The leatherworker had been good to his name. He’d delivered on the day Callum returned, if at a late hour.
The demon was jammed into a corner, eyes narrow. It’s legs were tucked tight against its body. Its crest stood tall in some feeble attempt to scare off the human. A low whistling growl echoed through the hall. The demon didn’t lay much hope in the intimidation tactic, but it was all they had. There was nowhere to run. No place to hide.
Sometime during the night the demon managed to tear off its makeshift hood.
The creature crouched on top of the cloth, hissing. It bared its teeth, each one easily a foot and a half in length, set in a curving maw easily twice as long. Whether it was guarding the fabric for its own purposes, or merely didn’t want to blinded again, Callum did not know.
Cut Out’s heart thudded against their chest. Their pectoral crest grew hot. If only… if only they could… no! Don’t think about it! They slammed into the human’s chest. A warm ache echoed from their tail where it slammed against the wall.
They launched off the prone human’s torso. They dashed for an exit, any exit. There! Something grabbed his spine. Cut Out twisted, spinning to bite the hand keeping their tail in place. The man let go. Cut Out didn’t taste flesh. It didn’t matter. The motion continued and they were out!
Bright! Too Bright!
They stumbled back, eyes clenched tight against the burning brightness. What was that? Where could they go now? Could-!
They slammed against the floor. Something wrapped their torso right behind their first shoulders.
Callum’s brow furrowed as he set about buckling the muzzle. That was too close. Had he grown careless, or… It had taken him by surprise, that’s what happened. He’d take more precautions next time. Close the lab door, for one.
He set the lower part of the muzzle in place. The restraint was two separate pieces, the lower more of a harness. One loop to keep the jaw shut around where it met the body, the other tucked behind the arms with connecting straps to keep the first secure.
The upper piece was a bit more complex, hooking all four horns to secure the muzzle cap to the face, and a strip with another loop extending back to keep the jaw shut in the middle.
The demon came out if its daze as Callum was looping its lower horns. It thrashed, limbs flailing. But as before, the hunter held it firm. Its tail lashed in panic, scoring the walls and floor. Callum grabbed it right behind the horns and forced it still. It garbled a hiss. Its eyes were wide, its pupils paper thin.
He tightened the last strap and let the creature’s head go.
Both hunter and demon were breathing hard. Callum swung a leg off the demon’s back. He’d catch his breath and let the demon recover a little. He flicked a switch, pulling shades over half the lights.*
Cut Out was frozen. What was happening? They were pinned, helpless just like before. But there was no pain. A jolt made its way from one of their many cuts. No new pain.
They’d been immobilized. Rendered unable to bite. This time unable to even open their mouth. The man scooped them up. Cut Out struggled on pure reflex, caught in their own thoughts as they were. The man was moving them again. Was that all the man wanted? To render them immobile and move them around?
It was weird. But that was The Middle in Cut Out’s experience. Weird and Dangerous and Bright.
Callum set the demon on his table and fastened straps over its back. As he tightened the second one it snapped its gaze to him. It made a noise somewhere between a cough and a chirp.
“Have you finally decided to calm down?”
The demon flinched. Callum didn’t have the opportunity to ponder the strange reaction because Ash skidded to a halt in the doorway.
“Good morning pointy.” He finished tightening the final strap, “Finally decided to join the party? Fun part’s over.”
The vampire flinched and swallowed, reminding himself the man was only teasing. There was nothing to worry about… from him at least. The demon on the table though…
Ash took in a sharp breath and jerked like he’d been hit in the gut. Callum’s position had hidden the demon’s worst wounds before. They were on full display in the lab. A myriad of cuts and bruises, most unhealed even after three days.
But the worst… that worst…
Callum grimaced. “What kind of… who would… how… Jesus Christ.”
Two holes, one on either side of the spine. They were placed just behind the shoulder blades, each roughly thrice the size of Callum’s fist. A long, thin tear in the skin ran back from each, ending just above the hindquarters.
The hunter winced. There was only one thing that could have made a wound like that. He knew it, but he still hoped against hope he was wrong. If he was right, then…
Callum snapped on gloves. The demon flinched and twisted as far as it could from his fingers. He felt around the edges of the wound, and then inside. He could make out a few ribs and a hard, flat bone. He pulled the muzzle’s lowest strap up for a better look. There was no doubt…
“I was right,” he said through gritted teeth.
Ash jumped. “What… what is it sir- uh, Callum?”
“I was fucking right,” The hunter set his hands on the table. “This thing had its wings ripped off.”
The demon screamed.
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*A relatively new installation. One put in to allow Ash to see without squinting in the bright lights. Vampire eyesight collects far more light than that of the average human.
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Halloween Whump
- Former whumpee trick or treating with their friends. The door to the next house opens, a familiar smile greets them. They freeze as their friends shout “trick or treat”. The whumper smiles as they hand out candy, eyes lingering on their masked face just a little too long. Did they recognize them?
- Whumper making whumpee sit and watch scary movies with them. Whumper rubbing their arm as they shiver. Whumpee wondering if these horror movies are a threat to what could be done to them.
- Somehow, former whumpee gets convinced to go to a haunted house. Doesn’t want to be a buzzkill, doesn’t want to be the wimp. Say they can handle it. It will be fun.
- They make it through to the end, nerves raw and on edge. One performer gets a little too close. They finally break, ‘please, I’m sorry, don’t hurt me.’ And their friends realize what a terrible idea this was.
- Or the performer ends up with a black eye or bloody nose and the whumpee gets kicked out.
- Whumpee carving pumpkins. Its cathartic to imagine theirs is their whumper’s head. They smile a little too big, stabbing out the pumpkin’s eye and scooping out its insides.
- Or, Whumper carving pumpkins.
- ‘I love carving smiles into things.’
- 'See how quiet its being? It doesn’t scream and cry.’
- 'Pumpkins are a little tougher to carve than you.’
- 'Good thing I’ve had lots of practice, huh?’
-In the corn maze, getting dark. The rows ruffle, someone is following them. They turn the next corner, searching for the exit. Hands grab them, a palm over their mouth to keep them from screaming. Who is it?
- Its the one time of year Whumper takes them out in public. Drags whumpee by a collar, dressed as a cat or dog. Say they can’t talk, only meow or bark. The neighbors comment on how cute a pet they are, pat their head, give them candy. Never knowing this treatment doesn’t end on November 1st.
- A masked stranger comes up to them at the halloween party. The music drowns out their voice. Too late, whumpee realizes their drink was spiked. As their lead outside they hear their whumper tell the bartenders, 'don’t worry, I’ll make sure they get home safe’.
- Whumpee who loves to dress up. They can be anything they want. A superhero, a spy, a ghost, a vampire. Anything but what they really are. Broken, worthless, used.
- Whumpee costumed as the scarecrow, tied to a pole out front. The tricker treaters comment on how 'real it looks’ but the tight ropes and gag below the burlap sack keep them from moving an inch or calling for help. At the end of the night they are taken down, sore body melting into whumpers arms as they say 'what a good decoration they made’.