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wolfanfics) wrote2008-02-14 07:14 pm
wolfanfics) wrote2008-02-14 07:14 pm
Entry tags:
- alternate universe: superheroes/villains,
- alternate universe: world domination,
- community: 50kinkyways,
- contains: chains,
- contains: character death,
- contains: electro-torture,
- contains: kidnapping,
- contains: torture,
- contains: violence,
- fandom: auscomedy,
- fandom: the chaser,
- medium: fanfic,
- pairing: adam hills/hamish blake,
- pairing: adam hills/wil anderson,
- pairing: hamish blake/wil anderson,
- pairing: wil anderson/craig reucassel,
- type: crackfic
Adam/Hamish: Lightning Bolt
Title: Lightning Bolt
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy/The Chaser (Futuristic AU)
Characters: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake, Wil Anderson, Craig Reucassel
Pairings: Adam/Hamish, Adam/Wil, Hamish/Wil, Wil/Craig
Prompt: #44 Piercing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50kinkyways
Word Count: 1,784
Warnings: Adam’s dark side, proof I should stop reading books on brainwashing and the Evil Overlord list at the same time. XD
Rating: FRM (violence, swearing, etc)
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: Um, Adam should stop saying things like “I want to be a Bond villain” because it just makes me write shit like this. XD
Dedication: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fan_girl63, because I haven't written any Admish for ages. :D
Summary: …I got inspired? Basically, we have Evil Villain!Adam, his cohort Hamish, and a couple of bedraggled captured spies. For the record, Wil dragged Craig along for the ride. Sorry, Craig, but to your credit, you didn’t tell any secrets.
Lightning Bolt
“Adam, it's time. They're ready now.”
Hamish walks up to Adam lounging in his chair, gazing down at the city below. He rests a hand on Adam’s shoulder, breaking him out of his meditation.
“Good, good. Fetch my gloves and accompany me down to the basement,” Adam says, rising out of his chair.
“As you wish, sir.”
Hamish bows with a flourish and retrieves a locked wooden box from the shelf. He sets it down on the bench and unlocks it, lifting out the slippery, silvery gloves and offers them to Adam.
Adam smirks as he slips them on effortlessly, finishing his outfit as he prepares to interrogate his prisoners. He clenches his fist and watches the glove material spark with lightning blue light. “Take me to them, Hamish,” he says.
Hamish bows again and leads the way, taking a lantern from the wall as he leads his master down the corridors towards the basement.
Hamish leads him through the large doors guarded by loyal mindbots, which were humanoid in appearance only, ordered to kill on sight anyone without Adam's special microchip implanted in their wrist. Hamish opens the door to the room where the first is waiting.
“Shall I accompany you, sir? Or would you prefer to interrogate him alone?” Hamish asks.
“Alone for the moment. I'll call you when I need you. Make sure the others are on their way,” Adam says.
“Yes, sir.”
With a salute, Hamish ushers Adam inside and leaves him be, shutting the door behind him. He turns to the two mindbots waiting either side of the door.
“Wait here. Do not let anyone in without authorisation. I’ll be back later,” Hamish tells them as he holds his wrist up to them to allow them to scan his microchip.
“As you wish. We will wait,” the bots answer in unison.
Adam finds his prisoner curled up against a wall, shivering in the cool air. He smirks as he approaches him. There’s nothing in the room save a metal table and two metal chairs. A two-way mirror fills up most of the wall adjacent to the door, hiding the other prisoner beyond, bound in chains. Adam slides onto the table, glad to have him within his grasp at last. It’s been far too long. He’s getting so close to his real prize. Soon, it’ll all be over. All he needs is for his prisoners to cooperate.
“Wil. You are getting clumsy. What are you doing here, so far from home?” Adam taunts.
Wil turns to look at him, half scared, half angry. “I have my reasons,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Sure you do. Now, are you going to tell me what you’re really doing here, or do I have to force it out of you, hmm?” Adam says, dancing his sparking fingers through the air as a veiled threat of pain.
Wil remains silent, refusing to speak. There’s nothing to be gained from rising to his bait.
“Very well. You brought this upon yourself,” Adam says, sliding off the table and leaving the room for the one next door.
Adam enters the adjacent room, seeing his other prisoner pacing around the room, bereft of most of his clothes. Adam approaches them, gloved hands sparking in anticipation. The prisoner’s bare skin is just waiting to taste its pain.
“Craig. Welcome to my castle,” Adam half-sings as he brushes his fingers across his skin, watching him writhe against the pain it causes.
Craig backs off as he steadies himself, defiance in his eyes. He says nothing. It’s what he’s been trained to do. All the counter-interrogation training he’s done has prepared him for this, but not for the weapons his enemy is now wielding. He’s only ever heard of these as a theoretical weapon. They aren’t supposed to be able to be made. They’re too dangerous. He knows full well the sort of pain those gloves are supposed to be capable of. If they are indeed real, this would not be a pleasant experience. Will he be able to withstand the pain? Or would be go mad first?
“Wil’s next door. I wanna hear screaming. I want him so fucking scared he’ll shit himself and tell me everything,” Adam says, brushing Craig’s skin with his fingers, causing more pain.
Craig again refuses to answer, knees feeling weaker than before.
“I said scream, bitch!”
Adam whacks Craig across the face hard, sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. Craig falls to the floor, his knees unable to hold him up. He yelps at the sudden pain, but doesn’t scream. He won’t give him the satisfaction.
There’s a thud against the mirror as Wil slams against it, angry at the way Craig’s being treated. Adam turns his head towards the mirror and smirks, knowing Wil can’t see what’s going on. Adam straddles Craig as he lies on the ground, writhing in pain. He teases him with the gloves, barely touching his skin as he glides his hands across his chest.
“I should just kill you now. You’re worthless to me. But I wanna see Wil squirm. I do hope you last longer than the last one. Or are all the ASIO spies pathetic weaklings? I wonder how long it’ll take to break you,” Adam muses as he teases him.
“You’ll never break me. I’ll die before I tell you anything,” Craig growls.
“That can be arranged,” Adam says, lowering his hands until they’re almost clutching Craig’s neck, ready to deliver a fatal dose when it finds contact with his skin.
“Coward. You’ll never kill me. You don’t have the balls for murder,” Craig says.
“Watch and learn, Reucassel,” Adam says.
Craig finally screams as Adam clutches his hands around his neck, wringing the life out of him. Five seconds of contact and it’s all over. Leaving his lifeless body on the ground, Adam gets to his feet and leaves the room.
“Pity. He was one of the prettier ones. You two, take his body and follow me. You, go and fetch Hamish. Tell him to meet me down in the Fire Room,” Adam says as he orders the surrounding mindbots to do his bidding.
Adam watches them go and enters the room where Wil is waiting, pacing angrily around the room. He looks up as Adam enters and closes the door.
“He’s fucking dead, isn’t he? What, did you think that by killing him, it’ll break me? Too bad. It’s not that simple. It’ll take more than that to break me, Adam. Try again,” Wil says.
Adam grins at him and offers his hand. “Come with me.”
“Oh, no, I’m not taking your hand. I know what those gloves do,” Wil said, backing away from him.
“Shut up, Wil. Follow me,” Adam says, linking their arms together, carefully avoiding touching his skin with the gloves.
Wil follows reluctantly, hating being trapped in here. Whatever Adam’s going to show him, it’s probably not going to be pleasant. The Fire Room is expansive and hot, a large central boiler powering all the heating in Adam’s castle. It’s actually a ruse. The real Fire Room was hidden somewhere else. This one is just for show. There’s nothing more satisfying than cremating dead prisoners while their comrades watch on in horror. It’s even more effective than any other form of torture, Adam finds.
Craig’s body is already waiting for them, the mindbots waiting obediently for further instructions. Hamish waits beside them. Adam leads Wil towards them, watching his face fall as he sees Craig’s body lying there, the red-black marks around his neck the only indication of the way he’d died.
“Is it really him? This isn’t some sort of trick?” Wil says, suddenly suspicious.
“It’s real, alright. Touch him. Weep over him like the pathetic creature that you are,” Adam says, unlinking their arms.
Wil leans over the gurney and gently cups Craig’s cheek, feeling the heat quickly fade away. Pressing his fingers against his neck to check for a pulse, Wil’s face pales as he finds nothing more than a dead body that was once his partner and lover.
Adam stands back and grins at Hamish as they watch Wil’s sobbing figure curled over Craig’s body. “Take you out after this, Hamish? I’m feeling rather peckish,” he says, as if there’s nothing else going on in the room. “Toss the body into the fire. Burn it completely. If Wil protests, throw him in as well,” Adam adds as an afterthought.
Hamish wrests Wil away as the mindbots take the body and throw it into the furnace. Wil struggles to get free, but it’s too late. Wil falls to his knees as he watches the flames leap up, destroying what remains of Craig’s body.
“Box, dear Hamish. We’re done here,” Adam says, holding his hands out to indicate the gloves and the special box they’re always kept in.
Hamish dutifully brings out the box and opens it, watching as Adam slides the gloves off and sets them back in the box. Hamish locks it again.
“What about Wil?” Hamish says.
“Wanna play with him?” Adam says with a grin.
“You know I love it when they cry,” Hamish says.
“Go on, I’ll be with you in a while. Make sure he’s collared, and don’t forget the pins. I’ve got plans for him,” Adam says.
“Aww, but Adam, I’ve already got plans. Can’t we play my way tonight?” Hamish begs.
“Alright, kitten. But make sure to keep him caged, and keep those gloves handy. Wil hasn’t felt their bite yet,” Adam says.
“As you wish, Adam,” Hamish says, dragging a sobbing Wil away from the Fire Room. “Come on, Wil, we’ll make it all better now,” he coos.
Wil nods dejectedly, in no state to reject Hamish’s false compassion. He clutches onto him as he leads him away, desperate for comfort, no matter who it’s from.
Adam watches them go before leaving himself, heading in the opposite direction towards the balcony to his own private quarters. The mindbots let him in without question – they are simple machines, after all – and Adam grabs a glass of whiskey as he looks down on the dark city below. He knows his prize is out there waiting for him, unaware, sleeping, unguarded.
“One day, you’ll come to me. One day, I’ll stop getting your lackeys and lead you into my den. Lightning does not make empty promises. I’ll pierce your very soul with pain and oh how you will scream for release that will never come,” Adam murmurs into the night.
With a final glance, he bids the city goodnight and makes his way to Hamish’s quarters once he’s grabbed a few select things he wants to try out.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy/The Chaser (Futuristic AU)
Characters: Adam Hills, Hamish Blake, Wil Anderson, Craig Reucassel
Pairings: Adam/Hamish, Adam/Wil, Hamish/Wil, Wil/Craig
Prompt: #44 Piercing for
50kinkyways Word Count: 1,784
Warnings: Adam’s dark side, proof I should stop reading books on brainwashing and the Evil Overlord list at the same time. XD
Rating: FRM (violence, swearing, etc)
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: Um, Adam should stop saying things like “I want to be a Bond villain” because it just makes me write shit like this. XD
Dedication: For
fan_girl63, because I haven't written any Admish for ages. :DSummary: …I got inspired? Basically, we have Evil Villain!Adam, his cohort Hamish, and a couple of bedraggled captured spies. For the record, Wil dragged Craig along for the ride. Sorry, Craig, but to your credit, you didn’t tell any secrets.
Lightning Bolt
“Adam, it's time. They're ready now.”
Hamish walks up to Adam lounging in his chair, gazing down at the city below. He rests a hand on Adam’s shoulder, breaking him out of his meditation.
“Good, good. Fetch my gloves and accompany me down to the basement,” Adam says, rising out of his chair.
“As you wish, sir.”
Hamish bows with a flourish and retrieves a locked wooden box from the shelf. He sets it down on the bench and unlocks it, lifting out the slippery, silvery gloves and offers them to Adam.
Adam smirks as he slips them on effortlessly, finishing his outfit as he prepares to interrogate his prisoners. He clenches his fist and watches the glove material spark with lightning blue light. “Take me to them, Hamish,” he says.
Hamish bows again and leads the way, taking a lantern from the wall as he leads his master down the corridors towards the basement.
Hamish leads him through the large doors guarded by loyal mindbots, which were humanoid in appearance only, ordered to kill on sight anyone without Adam's special microchip implanted in their wrist. Hamish opens the door to the room where the first is waiting.
“Shall I accompany you, sir? Or would you prefer to interrogate him alone?” Hamish asks.
“Alone for the moment. I'll call you when I need you. Make sure the others are on their way,” Adam says.
“Yes, sir.”
With a salute, Hamish ushers Adam inside and leaves him be, shutting the door behind him. He turns to the two mindbots waiting either side of the door.
“Wait here. Do not let anyone in without authorisation. I’ll be back later,” Hamish tells them as he holds his wrist up to them to allow them to scan his microchip.
“As you wish. We will wait,” the bots answer in unison.
Adam finds his prisoner curled up against a wall, shivering in the cool air. He smirks as he approaches him. There’s nothing in the room save a metal table and two metal chairs. A two-way mirror fills up most of the wall adjacent to the door, hiding the other prisoner beyond, bound in chains. Adam slides onto the table, glad to have him within his grasp at last. It’s been far too long. He’s getting so close to his real prize. Soon, it’ll all be over. All he needs is for his prisoners to cooperate.
“Wil. You are getting clumsy. What are you doing here, so far from home?” Adam taunts.
Wil turns to look at him, half scared, half angry. “I have my reasons,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Sure you do. Now, are you going to tell me what you’re really doing here, or do I have to force it out of you, hmm?” Adam says, dancing his sparking fingers through the air as a veiled threat of pain.
Wil remains silent, refusing to speak. There’s nothing to be gained from rising to his bait.
“Very well. You brought this upon yourself,” Adam says, sliding off the table and leaving the room for the one next door.
Adam enters the adjacent room, seeing his other prisoner pacing around the room, bereft of most of his clothes. Adam approaches them, gloved hands sparking in anticipation. The prisoner’s bare skin is just waiting to taste its pain.
“Craig. Welcome to my castle,” Adam half-sings as he brushes his fingers across his skin, watching him writhe against the pain it causes.
Craig backs off as he steadies himself, defiance in his eyes. He says nothing. It’s what he’s been trained to do. All the counter-interrogation training he’s done has prepared him for this, but not for the weapons his enemy is now wielding. He’s only ever heard of these as a theoretical weapon. They aren’t supposed to be able to be made. They’re too dangerous. He knows full well the sort of pain those gloves are supposed to be capable of. If they are indeed real, this would not be a pleasant experience. Will he be able to withstand the pain? Or would be go mad first?
“Wil’s next door. I wanna hear screaming. I want him so fucking scared he’ll shit himself and tell me everything,” Adam says, brushing Craig’s skin with his fingers, causing more pain.
Craig again refuses to answer, knees feeling weaker than before.
“I said scream, bitch!”
Adam whacks Craig across the face hard, sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. Craig falls to the floor, his knees unable to hold him up. He yelps at the sudden pain, but doesn’t scream. He won’t give him the satisfaction.
There’s a thud against the mirror as Wil slams against it, angry at the way Craig’s being treated. Adam turns his head towards the mirror and smirks, knowing Wil can’t see what’s going on. Adam straddles Craig as he lies on the ground, writhing in pain. He teases him with the gloves, barely touching his skin as he glides his hands across his chest.
“I should just kill you now. You’re worthless to me. But I wanna see Wil squirm. I do hope you last longer than the last one. Or are all the ASIO spies pathetic weaklings? I wonder how long it’ll take to break you,” Adam muses as he teases him.
“You’ll never break me. I’ll die before I tell you anything,” Craig growls.
“That can be arranged,” Adam says, lowering his hands until they’re almost clutching Craig’s neck, ready to deliver a fatal dose when it finds contact with his skin.
“Coward. You’ll never kill me. You don’t have the balls for murder,” Craig says.
“Watch and learn, Reucassel,” Adam says.
Craig finally screams as Adam clutches his hands around his neck, wringing the life out of him. Five seconds of contact and it’s all over. Leaving his lifeless body on the ground, Adam gets to his feet and leaves the room.
“Pity. He was one of the prettier ones. You two, take his body and follow me. You, go and fetch Hamish. Tell him to meet me down in the Fire Room,” Adam says as he orders the surrounding mindbots to do his bidding.
Adam watches them go and enters the room where Wil is waiting, pacing angrily around the room. He looks up as Adam enters and closes the door.
“He’s fucking dead, isn’t he? What, did you think that by killing him, it’ll break me? Too bad. It’s not that simple. It’ll take more than that to break me, Adam. Try again,” Wil says.
Adam grins at him and offers his hand. “Come with me.”
“Oh, no, I’m not taking your hand. I know what those gloves do,” Wil said, backing away from him.
“Shut up, Wil. Follow me,” Adam says, linking their arms together, carefully avoiding touching his skin with the gloves.
Wil follows reluctantly, hating being trapped in here. Whatever Adam’s going to show him, it’s probably not going to be pleasant. The Fire Room is expansive and hot, a large central boiler powering all the heating in Adam’s castle. It’s actually a ruse. The real Fire Room was hidden somewhere else. This one is just for show. There’s nothing more satisfying than cremating dead prisoners while their comrades watch on in horror. It’s even more effective than any other form of torture, Adam finds.
Craig’s body is already waiting for them, the mindbots waiting obediently for further instructions. Hamish waits beside them. Adam leads Wil towards them, watching his face fall as he sees Craig’s body lying there, the red-black marks around his neck the only indication of the way he’d died.
“Is it really him? This isn’t some sort of trick?” Wil says, suddenly suspicious.
“It’s real, alright. Touch him. Weep over him like the pathetic creature that you are,” Adam says, unlinking their arms.
Wil leans over the gurney and gently cups Craig’s cheek, feeling the heat quickly fade away. Pressing his fingers against his neck to check for a pulse, Wil’s face pales as he finds nothing more than a dead body that was once his partner and lover.
Adam stands back and grins at Hamish as they watch Wil’s sobbing figure curled over Craig’s body. “Take you out after this, Hamish? I’m feeling rather peckish,” he says, as if there’s nothing else going on in the room. “Toss the body into the fire. Burn it completely. If Wil protests, throw him in as well,” Adam adds as an afterthought.
Hamish wrests Wil away as the mindbots take the body and throw it into the furnace. Wil struggles to get free, but it’s too late. Wil falls to his knees as he watches the flames leap up, destroying what remains of Craig’s body.
“Box, dear Hamish. We’re done here,” Adam says, holding his hands out to indicate the gloves and the special box they’re always kept in.
Hamish dutifully brings out the box and opens it, watching as Adam slides the gloves off and sets them back in the box. Hamish locks it again.
“What about Wil?” Hamish says.
“Wanna play with him?” Adam says with a grin.
“You know I love it when they cry,” Hamish says.
“Go on, I’ll be with you in a while. Make sure he’s collared, and don’t forget the pins. I’ve got plans for him,” Adam says.
“Aww, but Adam, I’ve already got plans. Can’t we play my way tonight?” Hamish begs.
“Alright, kitten. But make sure to keep him caged, and keep those gloves handy. Wil hasn’t felt their bite yet,” Adam says.
“As you wish, Adam,” Hamish says, dragging a sobbing Wil away from the Fire Room. “Come on, Wil, we’ll make it all better now,” he coos.
Wil nods dejectedly, in no state to reject Hamish’s false compassion. He clutches onto him as he leads him away, desperate for comfort, no matter who it’s from.
Adam watches them go before leaving himself, heading in the opposite direction towards the balcony to his own private quarters. The mindbots let him in without question – they are simple machines, after all – and Adam grabs a glass of whiskey as he looks down on the dark city below. He knows his prize is out there waiting for him, unaware, sleeping, unguarded.
“One day, you’ll come to me. One day, I’ll stop getting your lackeys and lead you into my den. Lightning does not make empty promises. I’ll pierce your very soul with pain and oh how you will scream for release that will never come,” Adam murmurs into the night.
With a final glance, he bids the city goodnight and makes his way to Hamish’s quarters once he’s grabbed a few select things he wants to try out.
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Yeah, I've been waiting for S&S to come back so I can watch the Adam/Hamish. Nice to know they're still giving me tidbits. Though Wil's claim on Hamish makes things very interesting as well. XD (Adam/Hamish/Wil OT3 FTW!)
I know, I killed him. Poor thing. :/ But Adam was determined not to be a pissweak villain, and lo, he killed Craig. D: I like to think that when he's alone Hamish is actually nice to Wil and comforts him properly before Adam arrives to play.
Yeah, I loved the sound of those gloves. They would be terrifying.
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Well they pretty much need to go and have sexy man sex sorta now-ish.
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