WEEK 6 - E̛x̛e̵c̴̷̀u̴͢t҉io͜n̶͞

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (29̨)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝

victims



cul͟?͞͞͏?p͡r͘͢it̡͘?̨͘?



scapegoat



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[refactor]

[ Jack has been pretty calm throughout the end of the trial, since he had actually been fairly resigned to taking the fall here himself, but all at once? That vicious anger comes back in full force. ]

Elizabeth— Jesus Christ, what the fuck just happened?!

[ There's clearly something else at work here, and Jack has no idea what it is, since things like possessions are... pretty fantastical, but he can still know enough to yell quite harshly. ]

You-- Whatever the hell you are, let her go, goddamn it!

[brooches]

You happened.

[ She fucking smirks, her words dripping in venom. The precious ways he talked to her, oh, she remembers fondly. It would almost make her cry if she wasn't a fucking horrible person. ]

You broke her heart, you know. You're not the Booker fellow, but you may as well have been.

[ ????

Okay, so her form isn't quite done. The beautiful, cute Liz they once knew... changes. Her form erupts into a split of a creature one that towers. Her clothes strip away and all that's left is the monster in front of him. Her poor broch snaps in two at Jack's feet. ]

Is this what you want? To bring someone's suffering? Let me fuckin' help!

[ And there goes some tendrils shooting out of her back towards Rhys. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack's eyes narrow as this thing speaks, but there's not really much time for him to give a response. After all, the way her flesh twists, suddenly turning into something grotesque and terrible, it even shakes the unshakeable (or so he would like to think) Handsome Jack for a moment. He watches that brooch fall until it snaps, but he's stepping back quickly as he laughs. ]

Ohhhh, you, you're gonna p—

[ Jack's words are cut off as those tendrils shoot out, since he's dodging to ground on his side. There's a sharp breath, since he lands right on that stab wound, and he feels it open, but there's nothing but adrenaline pumping in his veins now. He raises his arm towards it to shoot that gun he always keeps on his arm, but—

Rhys?

That shifts his attention in an instant, enough of a distraction for him to not fire off that shot. ]

You let go of Rhys, you colossal piece of shit!

[ wow, what's this? handsome jack being protective of rhys? maybe they still have a chance after all ]

If anyone's gonna kill him, it's gonna be me!

[ or, you know, not ]

[brooches]

[ Nope, just going to lovingly choke the holy shit out of Rhys. ]

You ruined it! You ruined everything you sack of human garbage! You had one job!

[ And he played himself. She's doing this to get at Jack. To steal his sweet moment like he stole hers. Like he stole Elizabeth's hope. It's only fitting. ]

Bullshit, you want to see your trophy kill?! It'll be by me!

[ And her free hand slices itself open into a claw-like blade. ]

[refactor]

[ The pain in his side doesn't feel like anything all of the sudden, because there's fear, however vicious, however irrational, and Jack is on his feet, nearly roaring with his anger. He doesn't quite put the anger into words, since there's not really time for that, but in the one part of his brain that's still rational, this is an angry, desperate attempt.

The shock pistol fires off two shots in quick succession, and as he had boasted many times before, he's a good shot. The first goes towards those tendril holding Rhys, since he doesn't' quite care about collateral damage in this case, but the second goes towards her hand. ]

You're not taking this from me, asshole!!

[brooches]

[ Suddenly, Rhys is dropped and as the pistol is shot towards her tendrils, her form collects itself. The creature faded away and it's Elizabeth. Her voice panicked, her tendrils still flailing around defensively, but she's crying. ]

Stop! Pl-Please stop! I don't - I can't control this! I can't control anything! [ Sound familiar? Is it very much like Angel? ] Make it stop, make everyone sto-stop!

[ She's doubled over, panting and catching her breath. On one knee, Elizabeth's voice is completely terrified - just like the moment they shared in the parlour when she feared of losing him.

In that brief moment, that small moment of Jack's weakness - she strikes. A delicious sweet slice right against his right hand will completely dismember him and leave him with nothing but a stub. ]

I'll take everything from you.

[refactor]

[ Jack's expression splits into a victorious grin when Rhys is dropped, since that's really all he wants here, but the way her form shifts, it's enough. That grin falters, but he doesn't step closer. That tone in her voice, the words she says, it's enough to pull at his heart in that very unique way that had endeared Elizabeth to him in the first place.

He hears her voice, and he hears Angel too.

His breath catches in his throat, since it's really only a moment's indecision, but that's all that's needed. What happens next, that's difficult to process. The cut is so clean that at first, he doesn't even process, but like a creeping sense of terror, he feels blood, then pain, then more, and it's enough to get Jack to drop to his knees. He looks to that increasingly bloody stub of a hand, and he screams, harsh, angry, and pained, but he grips it tightly. No-- No, he won't just bleed to death here, and the only rational part of his mind is focused on that, the pressure he has to apply, but he looks up towards Elizabeth.

His expression is wild and manic, and he's grinning in a way that's all teeth, like he's an animal.

But after that, Elizabeth probably has other things to deal with. ]