Then Sun goes down whilst the blood flows out...

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: Nova

Patrick was pissed. Why there was no real reason, just because he was Patrick and his life sucked. He was also bored. Both of those were bad enough on they're own but combined? With Patrick that was a very, very bad combination. And so Patrick strolled around the school at the end of the day. It was about twenty minutes after the bell so the school was cleared, practically. Generally this was the safest place for everyone when Patrick was in this mood because there was no one around for him to hurt. At the same time this was also a rather dangerous time for anyone to come across him, because alone he was more able to do things that we more illegal. That's not to say that he was detracted by a crowd as he had lit a blind kid on fire in front of the school. But here there was more, and of course less, oppurtunity.

Today Patrick was wearing his usual. His looks were the same as always. On the right side of his face there was a long vertical indenture of a ling that rand from his right eyebrow, bisecting his eye down past his nose but before the corner of his mouth. It was the first scar he had gotten and his first memory. His eyes were a deep green and his messy red hair came juest down past his ears, kept out of his eyes only by the white bandanna that was tied around his head. on his chest he wore a black tanktop that revealed the tips of his most famous scars, the pare of wings that were carved into his back. On his hands he wore black fingerless gloves with holes at the knuckles. For his legs he simply wore khaki cargo shorts.

He was wandering around the school looking for something to do and get him somewhat out of this mood. At the same time he wasn't really paying too much attention to his immediate surroundings. That was probably why he had just bumped into someone. In anger and an attempt to clear boredom He punched out with his right hand not only to hurt whoever who had bumped into him but to clear the distance. Then in his irish accent the teen growled, "What the hell is wrong with ye?"

[jiro]

Serving detentions for missing so many days without a good reason or doctors note! Yes, that was the fate of poor Nova! It was the longest time Nova had spent surrounded by hooligans.. it made her nervous! After all, clearly she did not belong in the room! Once the long wait was over, she was dismissed early, for minor offences of course! Which meant! yes, she still had time to get a sandwich before catching a bus to go home! Finally, Nova was proud of herself! She remembered her way home, she found a fool proof way of getting two and from school.. without getting horribly lost! Plus, it had been a relatively good day!

Rushing from the detention holding cell of doom! The tanned girl rushed down the hallways, searching for a familiar face..Sadly, she found none!Drat...I was really looking forward to running into someone...Oh well! there's always next time! Nova thought to herself as she turned a corner quickly, running into some guy. Looking up at him, Nova took a step back. Just as she was going to apologize he threw a punch at her! She wasn't fast enough to even get the thought of moving out of the way into her head, so of course it landed. Hitting the girl in the shoulder,she took a few steps back. Giving the guy some space of course. It's not like he hurt her, she's dealt with way worse after all.

"What the hell is wrong with ye?"

Nova wore a nervous smile on her face as she looked at the young man, she needed to set things straight. After all, it was just an accident, no need to go into the deep end over such a small thing. She brought both hands up in front of her, trying to show she meant no harm; still smiling in attempts to defuse it. "I'm really sorry about that! I should have been watching where I was going!" Nova spoke in a soft and friendly tone, not wishing to make things worse by staying stupid things in a bad tone.

[Patrick O'Connor]

The kid Patrick hit was hit in the shoulder and was pushed back. She tried to give an apology and Patrick wouldn't hear it. She in reality had only slightly annoyed him but in his mood that wasn't a factor. She would normally be the focus of enough aggresion to maim her but now she had the full fury of Patrick. A smiple maiming or killing wouldn't be enough. She would have the worst day of her life now.

Halfway through her little apology Patrick was having none of it. He would push forward on his right foot to close the distance. His fists now up he was ready. In a right handed boxer's stance he would deliver a jab to her face with his left hand. That was only a set up. A jab was a light punch that was only truly damagin in numbers but more often then not it was used to set up another punch. In this case directly after the punch Patrick was going to deliver the right cross, a punch that was considered one of the most powerful puches when delivered correctly. For the right cross Patrick would Puch forward with his right hand at her face once again. With the punch he would turn his shoulder forward and rotate his hips with the punch so the punch was given with his full body, not just his arm like the jab.

After this he would return the the right handed stance where his left foot led the right, seperated by shoulder's width. His hands were up and squared with his right hand tightly against his chin which itself was tucked down. He was on the balls of his feet with his knees bent. He was ready to explode out in attack...

[jiro]

[[OOC: I will change anything if you see it fit!! many apologies! D:]]

The guy had hit her, she didn't really understand as to why he did such a thing! After all, it was only an accident. Then again, as Nick once told her, that the school was filled with dangerous people who liked to fight... for no reason. It was good to know the strong or have them be around at the right time, sadly there weren't any. So, it was just Nova and the angry guy with the accent. Her green gaze locked on the guy, watching him as he moved into a strange position. She really didn't understand it, but she knew it there'd be no good from it. The girl remained still as she tried to figure out what his next move would be.

The young man moved, using his left hand to once again strike Nova. Of course his movements were faster then hers, so it landed; hitting her in the face. She had to take a step back, Nova opened her mouth to say something, only to be hit in the face again. This time it seemed that he attacker had put far more power into it, it connected with her jaw. Nova fell backwards, and there was agonizing pain. If only she had seen where the fight was going, surely she would have been able to stop such a thing from happening. His movements were to fast and beyond her comprehension, especially since she didn't have any experience with such a thing.

Hitting the ground hard, Nova landed on her back. Pain shot through her jaw, she wanted to cry out, but it hurt too much to move it. The tanned girl shifted to her side, bringing both hands up to her face. Nova cringed in pain as it shot up through her face, making a an odd squeaking noise as she did so. Though at that point she didn't know what was wrong with her jaw, all that she could focus on was the fact it hurt. Shifting a little more, using one hand to pushed herself up to a sitting position; the girl felt a little lightheaded. Fast moving upwards and extreme pain, just seemed to amplify it all. She hunched over a little, holding her jaw with both hands tightly.

Her thoughts seemed to race, many questioned seemed to pass through her mind. Many of which were questioning: How will i get though this? What's going to happen next? HOLY FROG THAT FRIGGIN HURTS....Why did he have to do that? What the hell is his problem? She thought things so quickly, that she could barely keep focused on one question. They just seemed to group together, once the throbbing regained control.She didn't want to talk, to ask the guy, she just wanted out. Perhaps, see someone about the horrible pain she was feeling.. Maybe something along that line. Once more, the girl's watery dark green gaze fell upon her attacker, watching him waiting for his next attack.

[[OOC: @^#&$%&$%&$%&$#%@%... I'm sorry Patio!
So like, I really had no idea how to reply to such a thing!! D: Super sorry<3
Please forgive me!]]

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick's first punch landed cleanly. The second and more important punch landed right on her jaw, as she was opening her mouth. Patrick knew the outcome immediatly. A driect hit on her jaw with a punch of that Power was a very bad thing. Getting hit in the jaw was usually bad enough as a clean hit would knock you down and the nerves connecting the jaw and the brain would generally make sure that you wouldn't get up. It would make the legs to shaky. Ontop of that she had opened her mouth when he had hit her. That made things even more deadly, opening the mouth now relied on the joints of the jaw for protection which all in all were realitivly weak. There was a good chance that her jaw could dislocate or even break.

She lay there in wait for Patrick's next move. Slowly and cruelly he began to move forward. He took his time strolling around her side, past her legs so that that there would be no kicking. Then coming to her right side he kneeled down and put his hand to her chin. He moved her jaw around. If it was broken or dislocated this would be severely painful. Patrick knew that her arms could still lash out but in an arrogance he didn't care. on her back he didn't have enough of a planting to do much damage as only her arm muscles would be used. He wasn't worried. If her jaw was broken or dislocated Patrick would continue to move it around until she passed out from the pain. If that wasn't going to be the case, well she would have to be knock out...

[jiro]

[[OOC: Rewr.. my brain is brokededed D: ]]

Nova lay silently, trying to find a way to get over the pain she was feeling, sadly her attempt seemed futile! She was in so much agony, it felt as if her heart was pounding away in her jaw. Pain continued to shoot through her jaw with every beat of her heart, or every faint movement she made. The girl continued to hold her face in pain, wishing to move it else where. Or just to not feel it at all. At that point the girl was breathing fast, as tears streamed down her cheeks. It hurt so of course she'd cry. Wanting to move, but no longer having the power to do so, she was stuck.

Her green gaze watched as her attacker slowly made his way towards her, avoiding her legs. of course the girl wished to to kick the jerk, but she couldn't get her mind off of the throbbing! The pain! The burning. Vision blurred by tears, Nova wanted nothing more to cry out for help; but the damage to her jaw made it a little difficult to do such a thing. ..oh god! What next?! Perhaps some fun with a belt sander? or maybe something involving your toes and a router~ Those things rip...heee heee Not helping! Though he mind seemed to be plunged into a sea of pain and confusion, Nova could still have time to try and think of something relatively amusing.; though it really didn't help the situation.

She watched in terror as the guy got down on one knee on her right side, reaching for her chin. Oh god! What was he going to do? All the girl could assume was that it would hurt. In a desperate attempt, Nova let go of her jaw, still holding onto it with her left hand of course, but she tried to hit the guy with her right. Once again, she was too late, he had grabbed hold of her chin, moving it about..Up..Down...Right.. There was pain, it was all she could feel or think about. It was beginning to be way more then she could handle, the world seemed to be fading to black, as the girl looked up into the face of her attacker for but a moment. God damn it.. And so Nova lost conciousness.

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: It's good, don't apologize

She threw a weak, halfhearted punch. Patrick merely leaned to the right, dodging it. It was weak and slow due to the pain or to the fact that she was passing out. He realished in her pain, not physically but her mental anguish. He took amusement from the mental fear that people felt when they realized all that was lost. He had seen the fear already. But only a snippit. She knew nothing yet. She had yet to feel true suffering, for when her own body actually gave out on her. Patrick was actually unsure of whether she would die or not. Really, it all depended on how string she was. Patrick patted the side of her cheek chuckling, "It's not over yet, no it's hardly begun."

Patrick then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He had places to be. He had an idea a plan that required things that he just couldn't carry around. But the school did have them. Good ole' education. He carried her to the auto shop. It was locked of course, everyone who was here was now gone. He kicked the door open. He then lay her on the ground as he went a grabbed an axel. He put the axel on the ground next to the girl and then went and grabbed some empty chains. He rolled the girl on to the axel and spread her arms out. Patrick tied both arms to the axel, behind her back. On the ground the only way she would be able to get up would be to be helped up. Sure she would walk with the axel But she didn't have the leverage to get up. Just incase though Patrick chained her legs together. He then took a spare Bandanna and gagged her so that she wouldn't be able to make any noise.

Now Patrick had to go set things up for her big debut tommorrow morning. He grabbed two long chains and draped them over his shoulders. He left the room, closing the door and went to the roof over the main entrance. He tied the two chains to a strudy vent opening and made sure that they were secure before leaving. He slowly made his way back to the auto shop. He had quite a bit of time.

As he entered the room he wondered if she was awake yet. He could bait her then...

[jiro]

There was nothing for a while, then pain once again. So much of it that it forced the poor girl awake, bringing her back to the reality of the matter. She was alone, feeling the constant throbbing from her jaw, her head hurt from it. Slowly, the girl opened her eyes, everything was in and out of focus for a while. It was weird, after all the girl didn't really recognizing her surroundings, so she felt a little more uneasy about it. The pain would suddenly take her focus off of the strange place, forcing her to face the truth. She was taken somewhere by the young man, there was a lot of pain! and apparently something was restricting her noise making.

She wanted to move her hands to her face, but of course the cold feel of metal against her skin became apparent, she tried to pull her hands towards her. There was a rattling of chains and she couldn't move her hands, they were bound to whatever was behind her. Cold, metal, and uncomfortable. The jerk had bound her arms and legs with chains, she was trapped. Oh god! What's going to happen...AHHHH FACK IT HURTS! IT HURTS!! Nova thought to herself as she was dragged from her thoughts by the constant throbbing of her injured jaw. Why did she have to wake up? Was one question on her mind, it was followed by: What did I do to deserve this? What the heck is he going to do to me..Fack! That hurts! Ittt...hurrrtttttsss waaahhhhh....

There was silence for a while, she could only hear her heart beating, her breathing, and her thoughts. Which probably wasn't the best thing for her, after all her mind seemed to jump to all the worst possible outcomes to her situation. All the possibilities raged on in her mind, all hopes of getting out alive, or safely seemed to disappear. She was paranoid and in a world of pain. There was the creaking of the door, followed by foot steps of one person.. It was probably him... She assumed as much at least. The girl would probably have turned her head to be certain, but it was just obvious. Looking out of the corner of eye, Nova attempted to see how far away he was. She didn't want him near her, but what choice did she have? Its not like running was an option.

[Patrick O'Connor]

As he closed the door behind him Patrick could feel her eyes roving. Looking for him, wating expectantly. As he turned to walk towards her he could see and feel her fear, her pain. This would be fun. He walked towards her and then pulled the gag out of her mouth. If she could get through the pain to talk then this would be fun. Absolutly, He then leaned down and asked her, "Are ye ready for yer big debut tommorrow?"

He was talking about what he was going to do, early, early in the morning. He was going to crucify her probably and two maybe three in the morning. Of course she didn't know it. He was going to do it out in front of the main entrance so that when everyone came they would see her. By the time students started showing up she would have been up for five to six hours. She would be near death by that point. It would take all of her stamina just to live that long. You see this crucifiction was possibly worse the the one that the romans used. It was horrible enough that you would die by suffocation after a long battle and your muscles finally giving out out you. But the way Patrick was doing it with swinging chains she would have to exert more effort to breath. She would have to swing out and use more muscles to breath. IT would be horrifyingly painful, and exhausting.

She had so much more pain in store for here, of course she didn't know that yet...

[jiro]

Nova listened silently as the stranger made his way towards her, it was nerve racking; she just wanted to get it over with.. Whatever it was. It looked like the guy was enjoying himself, surely he was sick in the mind! Or so she assumed. But again the words of her friend seemed to once again appear in her mind:Most of the school is like that, and you have to be careful. Especially if you can't defend yourself. Boy did she ever run into the wrong person... That was for sure! Nova was dreading what the guy had in store for her, she guessed it wouldn't be too pretty.

Her expression showed her fear and she winced when the attacker removed the gag, trying her best to resist the urge to scream out in pain; No she wasn't that weak. Its not like she wasn't good at taking abuse from people, perhaps she could deal with it. Maybe someone would save her! Someone! Anyone! She prayed that they'd hear her thoughts, wishing to have the ability to send messages to people through thoughts! Sadly, such skills Nova did not possess. She opened her eyes once again, this time the stranger was leaning down.

"Are ye ready for yer big debut tomorrow?"

What was tomorrow? What was he going to do to her? Nova needed answers lest she go insane. She needed the courage and strength to go through with it, the girl knew all to well it would hurt. Taking a deep breath, the girl finally decided. Against the fact she was in so much pain, she'd try and ask him. It was the best she could do, to keep herself from sinking back into the dark thoughts that plagued her mind.

"You bastard..what...are..you going.. to do?" Her voice was low and she sounded furious, just listening to her one could tell she was struggling to keep talking. The girl barely moved her mouth, but it still hurt like there was no tomorrow. She whined again, as the pain consumed her. There was a burning sensation in her jaw, along with everything else. There was so much more she wanted to say, but of course she had to refrain from such things, lest she wish to hurt more! But she was beginning to think that things were hopeless and she was in for a world of hurt.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"You bastard..what...are..you going.. to do?"

"Yer one to insult me," Patrick chuckled leaning down to put a hand on her chin giving it a slight pat, his voice changing to a darker tone, "right when I have the power of yer life and death in my hand."

Patrick gave her a sickening grin. In reality it was really more of how fast or slow she was going to die. In her definitions if he really felt like being, sick, he would have taken her to a storage container and the world would never she her again and she would not die for a good many years, or until she took her own life through losing the will to live. That would be truly sick, though it was clear to point out that Patrick was not above that. Patrick would most certainly be suprised if she lived. It would be a long and painful ordeal. If she lived then she deserved to in Patrick's opinion, the utmost will to live.

Anyway Patrick chuckled again, sure he'd let her know what he was planning to do fear was always fun to watch, "Ye ever hear of a fellow named Jesus Christ?"

[jiro]

"Yer one to insult me,"

Nova winced when the guy patted her chin, he seemed to like kicking a person while they were down; in sense. He was laughing..? What the heck was the there to laugh about? Another persons pain? In her opinion he was a horrible person, she rarely thought about such a thing. Since the girl had a tendency to allow people to wrong her, but still be on her good side. Perhaps he just pushed the envelope? Or maybe she just came to her senses.

"right when I have the power of yer life and death in my hand."

The guy just seemed to becoming more and more scary as the time they spent in the auto shop grew, she wished to escape more then ever. That bastard thinks he can kill me? ha! Of course he can! Defenseless much! Dooomedddd.. Nova thought to herself. There was no sound in the distance, she assumed they were alone in the school. That was when hopes of being rescued seemed to fade out of her mind. Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl was once again consumed by the ever lingering pain.. The throbbing and thumping of her heart and jaw. Opening her eyes up once again, Nova saw the twisted grin of the madman before her.

She was afraid..

He probably knew it.

"Ye ever hear of a fellow named Jesus Christ?"

What did he have anything to do with it? Was he some form of religious nut? Killing people in the name of the lord? It just seemed to make things worse, the more she thought about it. But Nova couldn't help but question what sort of sick thing the guy had in store for her next. The girl knew all to well who Jesus was, who didn't? Regardless, she didn't reply to the guy.

[Patrick O'Connor]

She didnt reply. She was trying to be brave. How, noble. Pathetic really. Patrick still had his fun though, fear, it was practically dripping off of her. So he replied to her silence, "Fine, rest up, yer gonna need it."

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The hours went on until it was time. 1:30. It was early. There was no one here or even near school. That was the plan. To keep her up as long as possible. Killing her brutally slowly. Although Patrick did know that there was a very good chance that she may truly earn her life today. Anyway Patrick was tired. He had not slept at all, just in case. There was no long for him to prolong this on himself. He walked over to the girl's feet and unchained her legs. After a moment he spoke up, to wake the girl up, "Hey ye, it's show time."

After a moment or two he would walk behind her and lifted up the axel that held her arms. He helped her to her feet not out of kindness but out of necessity, there was no way that she would be able to get up her self so Patrick had to help her. Before he let go of the axel, letting her to her own power Patrick warned her, "Ye either have the chance to win yer life back or lose it so do as I say.

Patrick walked to the door and opened it commanding, "Main bulding, walk.

The halls were dark so Patrick walked right behind her, making sure that there was no running going on. She would not leave the school. With her carrying her cross it was a long slow walk to the mainbuilding. Once they got there Patrick opened the door for her and gave another command, "Stairwell, go all the way to the roof."

It was simplistic and short commands. Personally Patrick wondered if what he intended on doing had gotten through to her yet. Still though, without questioning her he lead her to the rooftop once again opening the door for her. After she walked through Patrick followed grabbing the left side of the axel and pulled her along. He made it to the main entrance side and he told the girl to kneel. If she complied fine, if not he would kick her behind the knee getting her to kneel anyway. After she was on her knees Patrick would go to his rig and bring both chains over to the girl. He would then chain up both sides of the axel and then reign in both chains together. He would drag her to her feet again and lead her to the side. He would then force her to step up on the ledge.

He would pause for a moment to tell her one last thing, "Like I said before ye either have the chance to win yer life or lose it."

He would then push her forward holding the chains, lowering her down slowly. When he was finished she would be fifteen feet down from the ledge of the roof but far to high up to be let down from below. From this position as she got tired her muscles would pull her lungs down. To breath she would be forced to push of the roof in an attempt to straighten out and breath. Because she would swing it would be much more difficult then a traditional crucifitction. Patrick stepped up onto the ledge of the rooftop and looksed down to her. His face dead serious he said, "It's two AM. ye got roughly six hours before people start showing up. Can ye win yer life? It would be easier to die though, far less painful too."

Patrick looked at her a moment longer before leaving...

[jiro]

"Fine, rest up, yer gonna need it."

Nova fell silent, she didn't want to talk, she didn't wish to risk saying something to anger him. The girl wanted to live, and to so she needed to be silent. Well, she assumed at least that it would help her in her fight for life. There was time to rest, think, to feel nothing but pain, and fear what was to come. At some point, the girl had fallen asleep, which was probably for the best.

There was movement, something touching her, and the rattling of chains. Followed by the voice of the beast.

"Hey ye, it's show time."

The tanned girl groaned a little, slowly as she remembered exactly where she was and the predicament she was in. The pain, the voice, and of course seeing the jerk. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment or two, before she felt what was behind her lifted. Followed by being helped up by her attacker. Not exactly fun, especially since every time she moved it amplified the pain she was already in. Once on her feet, the guy let go of whatever it was.

"Ye either have the chance to win yer life back or lose it so do as I say."

It was heavy, especially in her state, but it was nothing she could try to handle. Try being the key word. Her green gaze watched as the guy headed towards the door and opened it. She was feeling less then happy to take orders from him, but what choice did she have? Beginning the journey, Nova headed towards the door; trying her best to ignore the jolts of pain that seemed to shoot through her face with every step she took.

"Main building, walk."

It was dark, she was in pain, walking with a creepy angry bastard, and she was chained to something or another. It was heavy, which made the walk and unbearable. It really didn't help that Nova had weak legs, so the journey seemed to last for an eternity. Step after step, walking in the dark. Especially since, she really didn't know her way, only the guidance of the jerk was able to lead her to the next check point. Fuck..I can do this..I can do this..I think I can! I think I can.. Her inner voice was growing weak, but she could still find the power to continue on the walk. Stumbling every now and then, keeping going regardless.

"Stairwell, go all the way to the roof."

Each step seemed to take more and more out of her, it was difficult to push on with the journey, but she had to. Nova was in more pain then before, since everything just kind of added on to it. Her breathing was getting faster, it was beginning to be difficult to find the will to keep going. But the reminder of losing her life, if she didn't go along, brought her back to reality. It made her continue on, no matter how much pain she was in. It seemed like forever, but they reached their destination; Nova was trying her best to fight on. They were at the top before long, then he pulled her the rest of the way. Upon reaching the edge he told her to kneel. But she couldn't it was quite difficult, so the guy kicked her in the back of her knee. Causing the poor tanned girl to fall to her knees, it hurt. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out all the pain she was feeling; sadly it didn't work. She listened to the rattling of chains, feeling some extra weight.

*Throb Throb Throb*

Not long after, the girl was dragged to her feet and led towards the edge, where of course she was forced to get up onto the ledge. She felt sick, heights.. Oh lord how she hated them! Things just seemed to be getting worse for the poor girl, the pain, the punishment for running into the guy. There was a pause, Nova was prepared for the obvious, falling to her death; well she assumed such was her punishment. *Throb Throb Throb Throb* She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing for a miracle or something. Known all to well, that she'd go unheard, as usual. No one saved her in the past, why would they now?

"Like I said before ye either have the chance to win yer life or lose it."

With that she was pushed, it startled her, she let out a scream. Closing her mouth to the best of her ability. She was lowered, and then left hanging. Instead of looking down, the girl continued to look out and across, in fear of the fact that she was up so high. Nova was breathing a little fast, partly because of the pain, being startled, and the fact she was terrified out of her tree.

"It's two AM. ye got roughly six hours before people start showing up. Can ye win yer life? It would be easier to die though, far less painful too."

and then he was gone.