Locked In [JUSTICE]

[jake]

ooc; okay so proboards ate our original thread, this is a repost and we're just gonna go from where we left off. to summarize things there aren't any guards around and Jeremiah has Justice pinned down on a counter 'cause he thinks he's possessed by a demon. Justice called him a perv and kneed him in the balls. yeah..

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Through grit teeth he let out a hiss, fighting to keep his hold on the guy despite the undeniable agony he was feeling betwen his thighs. He'd expirienced a little piece of Hell the moment Justice's knee came crashing into his groin and he was still enduring it, inwardly telling himself that he was only in so much pain because this guy was a demon and demon's had supernatural strength. Part of his angel-delusion was that he believed himself to be super-human and completely invulnerable to affliction of any sort. So, what was he thinking right this very second other than "fuck, I think this is what pain feels like?" He was thinking this 'demon' must have been pretty damn powerful if he, no, it had managed to deliver such an insufferable blow. That was the only logical explanation he could come up with and instead of making him back down, it only made his drive to beat the unclean spirit out of this guy even stronger. He disregarded Justice's question and absurd remark about him being perverted. "You.. diabolical.. bastard," he pain-stakingly growled. The high profile patient winced and his grip gave way. He rolled off the counter, hands flying to his stricken groin. Wide, infuriated eyes shot the other patient a hateful glare. "I'll obliderate you for this!"

Despite the residual sensation down there he forced himself to stand up and and strike a heroic pose, one that might resemble something straight out of a Marble or DC comic book. He puffed out his chest like he thought he was some kind of holy superman and pointed directly at the confused asian on the counter in front of him. "I'm the angel Jeremiah," he told him in that bizarre, grandiose, holier-than-thou tone he'd use whenever it was time to 'do battle with the forces of evil.' "The Lord almighty sent me down from the heavens above to smite the filthy demons that terrorize mankind, and smite you I shall!" He grabbed a fist-full of Justice's pretty boy hair, so hard that it wouldn't be surprising if he yanked a good few strands of it right out of his head, and brutally pulled him forward straight off the counter. "Tell me your name demon," he barked into the other man's ear, holding him there in front of him. "Which of the heathens are you?! Belial, Mammon, Belphegor, Vetis..?!" Yeah, Jeremiah was all caught up on his demonology and he seemed so convinced, so adamantly sure, that this completely random guy in his clutches was not really a guy at all but something purely satanic.

[justice]

Justice had never been good at fighting. Due to the mild masochistic part of him, he never really bothered to fight back; just took the beating. But it was different when some dude in a bath towel was practically laying on top of him. It wasn't a beating, it was just gross, so he fought back, and it worked. He smiled, glad that he had managed to hurt the guy. Now, back a topic, Justice had nothing against gay guys. No, he avoided them, but he didn't dislike them or anything. So he had no problem with the fact that this guy was probably gay. His only problem was that he was being pushed against the counter against his will. By a guy. Which seems contradictory, but in Justice's mind, it really wasn't. He just wanted Jeremiah to get off, and he was fine with inflicting pain to get his way. He raised an eyebrow, contemplating kneeing the man again. "Obliterate me? Thought you wanted to molest me," he said, trying to maintain a calm voice. Fuck, Justice was still a virgin, he wasn't losing it to some guy. Though, for the guy's sake, he better be gay. Once, a straight guy had asked Justice to prom, thinking he was a girl. That hadn't ended nicely.


Finally, the idiot let go. Justice sat up slowly, checking to make sure nothing was broken. He didn't think he had been slammed against the counter hard enough to break anything, but who knows? Best to take precautions, and his head did hurt pretty badly now. It made thinking a bit harder. "Angel?" he asked quietly, still preoccupied. Though Jeremiah may have been a pervert, Justice didn't think he posed any danger, and therefore wasn't paying any attention to him. "Why are you talking like you're from some-" Justice make a little noise of protest as his hair was grabbed, and he cut off in the middle of his sentence. Honestly, he didn't want to be any closer to the "angel's" face than he absolutely had to, and he didn't appreciate being pulled to his feet that roughly either. He twisted around a bit, trying to get his hair free, then winced. That wasn't a smart idea. His head was pounding even more now, and he felt like throwing up. What if he had a concussion or something? For one, he didn't want to damage his brain. It was the most precious part of his body, for fuck's sake. He coughed slightly, not liking being yelled at. "Name's Justice," he said slowly, trying not to get Jeremiah any more angry while he figured out something to do. The guards wouldn't be back for a while, unless they could run at light speed and take care of rowdy patients at the same rate. So he was stuck in this for a while. Dammit, they were attracting so much attention. Even the kids at the door were staring at them now. "Let go of me, people are staring," he growled, reaching his hand into his pocket and grabbing the lighter. Justice Mori wasn't happy at all, and dammit, his head still hurt.

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

"Molest you?!" Jeremiah's face twisted in repulsion and he snorted, furious with the "demon" for even suggesting he'd do such a preposterous thing. He was far too pure to even consider touching someone so inappropriately, especially somebody who was not only male but also possessed by something most loathsome and fowl. "How dare you suggest I taint my divine hose of golden purity by sticking it between your infernal ass cheeks, I'd rather be dragged to the very depths of Hell!" His eyes smoldered with a hate so profound you'd think they were the very doors to the underworld and he himself was the demon, rather than a "righteous angel of the Lord" as he so passionately proclaimed. "No demon," he sneered, shaking his head with blatant disgust. "You will receive NO sexual gratification from me but don't worry.. I'm sending you straight back to the flaming pits! I'm sure your vile bretheren will be happy to engage in these unholy perversions of yours!"

"Yes," he insisted when Justice repeated the word "angel" in a questioning tone. "Can you not see my wings?! They might be invisible to ordinary humans but there is nothing ordinary about you, unclean spirit, and you are most certainly NOT human!" He imagined the feathers bristling on these phantom wings of his as he prepared to exorcise the fiend in his grasp, and by exorcise he mean't beat him until he eventually fell motionless. The lack of movement would signify that the evil spirit within him had gone. Jeremiah yanked him closer when he struggled, their faces only an inch away from touching. "Liar," he spat into his adversary's ear, his hot breath against the guy's neck. "LIAAAR!!!" He flung the man into the cold hard wall without even the slightest measure of remorse. "That is NOT your name! What kind of fool do you take me for?!" He moved toward Justice with a purposeful stride and loomed over him menacingly. At that very moment he hallucinated Justice's eyes turning sollid black and the repugnant yet familiar scent of sulfur filled his nostrils. He coughed violently, completely unaware that his psychosis was responsible for what he saw and smelled. It may not have been real but it sure as hell seemed like it was. He used to wall to steady himself, fighting the sudden urge to gag. "You look like a demon... you smell like a demon... I don't know who this Justice guy is but I do know that you're not him. Now I'll ask you again, you abominable piece of shit.." Jeremiah regained his composure, if you could really call it composure, and pushed himself off the wall. "WHAT. IS. YOUR. NAME." He sent a good hard kick to the other patient's gut without a care as to who was watching. "BY THE POWER OF GOD I COMMAND THEE! TELL ME THY NAME!"

[justice]

Even though Justice was being held by his hair and had a killer headache, he could find some humor in this situation. Not much humor, but there was some lurking around the corners. It became much more apparent when Jeremiah began ranting about his... holy man-bits. He raised an eyebrow at the angel. "Erm... divine hose of golden what? You mean... your penis?" Oh, Justice was so confused. To him, down there was just for, well, getting rid of waste. But this guy considered it holy. It made Justice gag. "Unholy perversions?" he asked, almost laughing. "Shit, Jeremiah, I'm nowhere near unhappy that you don't wanna molest me. But I had to assume, seeing as you fucking pinned me down on a counter while wearing only a towel." He had no idea what Jeremiah meant by "send you back to the flaming pits". Justice didn't believe in hell, but flames, those he believed in. He eased his hand out of his pocket, thumb on the cap of the lighter and ready to flip it open. He didn't care if he suffered in solitary confinement for weeks on end, dammit, he wanted this angel freak off him.

"I don't see any wings," he said flatly. This was just getting annoying now. For fuck's sake, the guy didn't have wings. It was just some delusion. He hoped the guards would be back soon, so they could deal with this, and Justice would be spared from this nonsense. "Ew ew ew," he said, wriggling like a girl confronted with a worm. "Don't spit in my ear, that's gross." Well, maybe Jeremiah had payed attention, because a moment later Justice felt his head hit the wall, and he groaned. There were little black things swimming in the corner of his eyes, which wasn't a good sign. "Thought... my hair smelled like roses," he said, gasping for breath and fighting to keep from falling unconscious. He was such a wimp. His name, dammit, his name was Justice. But this idiot didn't believe him. He wanted the name of the demon possessing him, or something. Justice was quite fucking sure that there wasn't a demon possessing him, so he racked his brains, trying to remember the names Jeremiah had listed off earlier. Something that had sounded like... "Mammoth," he gasped, trying not to throw up as Jeremiah kicked him. His head was about to split open, the black dots were multiplying, and now he would have digestive problems in the morning. He folded over, resting his forehead on his knees and trying to catch his breath, which had suddenly left his body. By now, he had opened the lighter, and it was currently sitting in his limp hand, fully lit and burning. It had been an automatic reflex, but it would probably just get him into more trouble.

[Eliot Holt]

Eliot Holt was livid, and there was really no other way to describe it. He was pissed off as it was with all the high profile fighting going on, but for two of his security guards to leave their posts? That was just simply lack of their brains, and their heads would be rolling when Eliot was done with them. He had trained each and every guard as they walked through that door about probably the biggest rule – if you have shower duty, you don’t leave your post unless someone takes over for you. And both the stupid guards left because the fight was right down their hallway. The idiots – he growled as he had slipped his walkie talkie on the back of his pants in the normal spot and went to take care of the stuff to do himself – how many fights would go down in the shower when it was unguarded? He hated to think of how horribly yelled at he’ll get by his boss – he walked, his feet heavy with the steel-toed shoes today on the linoleum, his icy, cold blue eyes were sharp, unforgiving, angry.

He had found his way to the showers, finding the check in sign, glancing at the names. Mostly low and medium patients, but there were a few – the one that seemed to catch his attention was none other than Jeremiah Andrews. The man thought he was a demon – imagine him unguarded. A growl escaped his lips and he unlocked the door, sending a scurry of patients running, which meant that there was trouble afoot. In fact, before he even stepped into the damn shower room he heard Andrews’ frantic yelling about a demon, and every single muscle in his body tensed. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that blow, and he felt sorry for the poor bloke… he pushed those thoughts outside of his head and stepped into the showers.

It was dense, fog filling the air and lapping up around, only clearing out as soon as the door was open. In actuality, it was almost like stepping into a sauna. He pushed a few half-naked kids out of the way as he found his way towards the screaming, eyes narrowing as Jeremiah had kicked the poor boy on the ground. He wasn’t too thrilled at seeing the lit lighter and made a mental note to talk to the kitchen staff – but the fact was that he looked virtually dead, In one quick movement he stepped up behind Jeremiah, looped one leg around the younger man’s legs and managed to spin him, letting him crash face first into the ground, “Shut your fucking mouth, Andrews,” he warned, growling, “No one here is possessed by demons, and because you physically hurt another patient, that’ll cost you a good deal with Solitary Confinement. Wait until Lucid hears about this – he’ll love making you miserable,” he stated, putting his knee in the middle of Jeremiah’s back, literally keeping him pinned down with his weight.



**I have gotten permission from both members to jump in, so no one eat my head off.**

[/justify]

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

"Mammon, demon of greed? One of the seven princes of Hell? I should've known!" Sure, Justice clearly did not say that his name was Mammon, but Jeremiah would only hear what he wanted to hear. There was a look of triumpth on his face. Names were an important part of performing an exorcism. He smirked in satisfaction and was just about to stomp on the demonic scum of a boy when all of a sudden he was interrupted. Again. Why did he always get interrupted?! It happened so fast. Too fast to to even process. It wasn't until he was laying face down on the hard wet tile and he heard a familiar voice that he realized what was going on. That voice, oh how it filled him with rage. He could have recognized it anywhere. "You...," he growled with even more vitriol than before, if that were even possible. It was Eliot, the first "demon" Jeremiah had ever discovered in the asylum and the only one that continuously managed to evade his every attempt at casting out. Words could not express how much he hated this man, how he despised him with every fiber of his being and yearned to see him burn for the rest of eternity in the underworld where he belonged. Jeremiah twitched in frustration. How dare he - it - interfere with his work! His God-given duty!

Jeremiah was hit by an undeniable feeling of dread when the words, "wait until Lucid hears about this" hit his ears. No, he wouldn't.. He couldn't! His eyes flashed with horror."He can't! I'll rip out your vocal cords before you can tell him! Get off me! In the name of God I command thee! GET OFF ME!!" Jeremiah began to thrash beneath Eliot like some kind of feral beast, the pain of the guy's knee pressing into his spine making him gnash his teeth. His face lit up with frenzy when he noticed the faint flicker of fire coming from Justice's lighter. "A FIRE SUMMONED FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL," screamed the "angel" at the top of his lungs. "See, he is possessed!" He reared up with enough ferocity to throw the head of security off him. "You will NOT stop me this time you dastardly fiend! I won't cease until you're both frying in that lake of fire! Do you hear me?!" Every inch of his body seemed to quake with intensity and his shoulders would rise and fall with frantic, exhasperated breaths. Without a second of hesitation he proceeded to reach for the asian boy. "Its over Mammon! Thou shall terrorize the humans no more! Give my regards to the Devil!"

[justice]

Well, Jeremiah apparently "understood" what Justice did not. He'd have to look up what a Mammon was later, when his head was clearer and he was able to think like a normal human being. "Prince... how much money do I get...?" he mumbled quietly, his head leaning against the wall. The black dots were fading a bit, and he could see more clearly now. He look a deep breath and looked up and Jeremiah, wincing when his head spun. He was fully prepared for another hit, but then the doors swung open and some guy came in. the beat-up patient just hoped that he was part of security, and he watched as he pinned Jeremiah to the floor. Justice reached up to put a hand to his head, then realized that the lighter was on and quickly shut it, the fire going out with a little snapping noise. He looked at it for a moment, wondering whether he should slip it in his pocket or give it to the man. As the man looked busy, Justice just put it on the floor. The security dude had obviously noticed it, so it was no use trying to get out of the room with it still in his possession.

His eyes widened a bit when he heard Eliot talking about solitary confinement and Dr. Lucid. Even though Jeremiah had reduced him to almost fainting, he didn't want to the guy be murdered by the head doctor, which was sure to happen. "Um..." he reached out a hand, trying to tap Eliot on the shoulder. "Jeremiah... won't get hurt, right?" he asked, his head still spinning. He was having trouble forming sentences now, dammit. He took another deep breath and stood up, wobbling a bit. Of course, he saw Jeremiah's hand reach out... but he hadn't thought that the angel guy was that close. Great, now his depth perception was all out of wack too. Justice made a little 'eep' noise as the high profile's hand wrapped itself around his ankle, but he snatched his foot away before it could get too much of a grip. Justice was somewhere in between catching his breath and hyperventilating, which didn't exactly sound possible, but he was freaked out. He scooted over to the corner where the counter met the wall and half sat on it. It was a good way to stand up, but not put all of his body weight on his feet.

[Eliot Holt]

Eliot Holt growled at Jeremiah as he freaked out. He had a kid with a lighter, and then he had Jeremiah who was freaking out. He yelled and screamed, trashed underneath him before finally managing to throw him off at the site of the lighter. Jeremiah literally freaked out at seeing the fire, screaming about the fires of hell or something like that and literally got to his feet, heaving like there was no tomorrow. Eliot got his bearings as he stared blankly at Jeremiah, watching him carefully as the other man put the lighter out and just placed it on the floor, obviously knowing he was already in trouble for having it in his possession. Of course, Eliot wondered how much damage Jeremiah had done, considering the other boy looked almost like he was going to faint or pass out or something along those lines. Eliot couldn’t help but narrow his eyes as he got back to his feet, smirking, “You really want me to not tell him, Andrews? I can easily call him right now,” he stated, reaching around for the walkie talkie that hung on his belt, the one that every staff member held at one point or another.

Yes, he was trying to distract Jeremiah from harming the poor boy, but the real thing was that Eliot wasn’t going to deal with Jeremiah’s fucking “I’m holier than thou” attitude today. He just wasn’t in the mood. He watched as Jeremiah went to grab the other male, but the other male pulled away quickly, scooting away – smart boy. He didn’t hesitate at all when he saw Jeremiah start towards him though, and he didn’t even hesitate, grabbing Jeremiah by the back of the head at his hair, yanking him back roughly, “I’m really not in the mood to deal with your shit today, Jeremiah. Cut it out or you’ll be in worse trouble than you already are in,” he warned, growling each and every word. He could care less if Jeremiah thought he was a devil – whatever he was, he was the Head of Security at Lucid Manor and that was that.

[/justify]

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Before Jeremiah could take even one more step toward his victim he was yanked back with force. He couldn't help but grimace at the feeling of his hair almost being ripped out of his head."You evil son of a jackal," he snapped with contempt, looking over his shoulder to see Eliot - his "arch nemesis from Hell." This man, no not a man. This thing both infuriated him and puzzled him to no end. He remembered the last conversation they had when Eliot told him God put him here to watch over him or something along those lines. If that was true, why was he doing this? Why was he interfering with the exorcism and why was he threatening to call his doctor if Lucid would "love making him miserable" as he just said? With a frustrated growl he twisted himself around to face the head of security, ignoring the sharp tearing pain he instantly felt from the back of his head. In one desperate move he smacked the walkie talkie out of Eliot's hand. There was no way he was going to let that "beast" tell his doctor anything. With his nostrils flaring he shoved the older man in an attempt to make him lose his grip. He pointed at a group of other patients who'd stuck around to observe the catastrophy from a safe distance. "I need to perform this exorcism! See these feeble humans?! Their lives and their souls are depending on me! I will NOT let you stop me from saving them!"

His dark eyes held no remorse as they fell upon "Mammon." That "demon" sounded very human indeed with its clever display of false concern for him, but no. This servent of God would not be fooled by its trickery for he knew of the Devil's deceit. The sympathy it seemed to express a moment ago was nothing more than a last-ditch attempt to mislead Jeremiah. He'd dealt with a lot of demons in possession of human bodies and they were all the same, every last one of them. He refused to listen to their lies and relied on his faith and discernment alone. He stared at "Mammon" like a predator ready to attack. Jeremiah was close, so close.. He had successfully managed to weaken the demon and it was losing its hold on that mortal vessel. Just a few more blows and holy incantations and it would be cast out completely. Then, the humans would be safe. Then, he'd be the hero again. He needed to feel like the hero again and he wouldn't let anyone or anything - not even fucking Eliot Holt - get in his way.

[justice]

By now, Justice had been reduced to basically cowering in the corner, his head resting on his knees and his dark eyes watching Eliot and Jeremiah with obvious fear. He twirled a finger in his hair, chewing his lip nervously and waiting for Jeremiah to be escorted away. "Need to?" he asked loudly, wary eyes focused on the "angel's" face. "Why won't you just leave me alone already?!" He wrapped his arms around his knees a bit tighter, hiding his face. If he had to choose between constant torment and a few more hits, Justice would have gladly let himself be exorcised, if he knew that it would make Jeremiah leave him alone after that. All he wanted was to crawl over to his room and sleep for days, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon, unfortunately. Every single part of him hurt, even though most of it hadn't been hit, and he felt basically dead. He must have looked dead, too, his forehead resting on his knees and the rest of him pretty much limp with the fear that Jeremiah would hit him again. Even in highschool, he hadn't been hurt this badly. Just slammed into a few lockers and hung from a few basketball hoops. Oh, sure, during the class photos he had been the only student with multiple bruises on his face, but no one had bothered to do anything about it. They had just assumed he was used to looking like that, what with his scars and everything. He hadn't done anything to deserve this!

Justice took a shaky breath, then slowly raised his head from his knees and watching the now restrained Jeremiah. It felt sort of nice to see Jeremiah in the same pose he had held Justice in for a few minutes. But no matter how much he was being beat up, no matter how much of a shithole he was living in, the moment Justice had walked through the doors of Lucid Manor he had sworn that he wouldn't give up, that he would get out within the year. And now he was just sitting here like a vegetable, letting the bruises form on his head and gut like mold. With effort, he stood up and kicked the lighter over at Eliot's feet. "Do I get any punishment for having that? Because if not, I'm out of here," he growled softly, having to work hard to force his jaw to move. If Eliot either didn't respond or gave him the okay to go, he was walking out the door in the next five seconds whether he had the angel freak chasing him or not. His eyebrows were furrowed in a glare, and he was trying not to black out from the effort of staying on his feet.

notes basically, if eliot talks to him, he'll post again :\ but if not he's out of here