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[Sept. 5] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Keep You In Suspense
Title: Keep You In Suspense
Day/Theme: Sept. 5, 2010 "then, tell me what you'll do to me"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee & Scar
Rating: PG-13
The Elric brothers had tried their best to distract and betray him, using one stratagem or another. The men of Briggs had done their same at their mistress' command. Scar had inevitably tried his utmost to keep ahead of his pursuer. At least that part was expected. However, Solf J. Kimblee was slier than every one of his opponents. He had outmaneuvered them all. Scar was his now, pinned to the wall, bleeding, half-broken, held in place by a twisted strip of metal Kimblee had worked into an impromptu sort of stocks for his beloved captive.
Scar had no longer had any fear of death. He had abandoned that long ago when he threw away his name and the blessings of his god. He stared straight at his captor as he advanced wolf-like on his position. He would not be giving Kimblee the satisfaction of showing any fear. His blood red eyes were as icy and unforgiving as the harsh landscape of the entire northern region.
Kimblee knelt down and lifted Scar's head gently until their eyes met. "The fight was rather stimulating. You always seem to give me enough trouble to give me a bit of a rush." He licked his lips.
Scar grunted in annoyance and turned away. He felt only anger in the presence of his archenemy. Of all the State Alchemists in existence, of all the State Alchemists who had come to Ishval, this was the one he wanted to kill the most. Dying did not scare him, but he would regret being finished by Kimblee rather than putting an end to him. He refused to play along with Kimblee's sick games. He thought back to his training in the art of meditation. He took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. He resigned himself to whatever fate would befall him.
"Oh, Scar," Kimblee tutted, like some mildly disappointed parent or schoolteacher, "Now that I have you, do you really think I'm going to finish you off so quickly? Ha ha," he laughed, lightly, eerily, "You really do underestimate me then." He let Scar's strong chin fall from his fingers, folded his hands behind his back, and began to pace around the room. The metronome in his mind kept perfect time. He moved in waltz-time. All his gestures were timed just the same for maximum emotional impact. He was taut as a bow.
Scar saw him as simmering below the surface. The question was, when would he erupt? Instead of finishing him off quickly, Scar assumed he would do it slowly. In what manner could he do so while still drawing up his horrid, explosive power? Scar didn't know.
"Don't you want to know what I'm going to do to you?" Kimblee asked. "Aren't you going to ask?"
Scar said nothing. Hear beforehand what Kimblee planned on doing to him? Why would he care to hear that? He closed his eyes again. It made no difference what Kimblee did. Scar would not give him any satisfaction.
Day/Theme: Sept. 5, 2010 "then, tell me what you'll do to me"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee & Scar
Rating: PG-13
The Elric brothers had tried their best to distract and betray him, using one stratagem or another. The men of Briggs had done their same at their mistress' command. Scar had inevitably tried his utmost to keep ahead of his pursuer. At least that part was expected. However, Solf J. Kimblee was slier than every one of his opponents. He had outmaneuvered them all. Scar was his now, pinned to the wall, bleeding, half-broken, held in place by a twisted strip of metal Kimblee had worked into an impromptu sort of stocks for his beloved captive.
Scar had no longer had any fear of death. He had abandoned that long ago when he threw away his name and the blessings of his god. He stared straight at his captor as he advanced wolf-like on his position. He would not be giving Kimblee the satisfaction of showing any fear. His blood red eyes were as icy and unforgiving as the harsh landscape of the entire northern region.
Kimblee knelt down and lifted Scar's head gently until their eyes met. "The fight was rather stimulating. You always seem to give me enough trouble to give me a bit of a rush." He licked his lips.
Scar grunted in annoyance and turned away. He felt only anger in the presence of his archenemy. Of all the State Alchemists in existence, of all the State Alchemists who had come to Ishval, this was the one he wanted to kill the most. Dying did not scare him, but he would regret being finished by Kimblee rather than putting an end to him. He refused to play along with Kimblee's sick games. He thought back to his training in the art of meditation. He took a deep breath. He closed his eyes. He resigned himself to whatever fate would befall him.
"Oh, Scar," Kimblee tutted, like some mildly disappointed parent or schoolteacher, "Now that I have you, do you really think I'm going to finish you off so quickly? Ha ha," he laughed, lightly, eerily, "You really do underestimate me then." He let Scar's strong chin fall from his fingers, folded his hands behind his back, and began to pace around the room. The metronome in his mind kept perfect time. He moved in waltz-time. All his gestures were timed just the same for maximum emotional impact. He was taut as a bow.
Scar saw him as simmering below the surface. The question was, when would he erupt? Instead of finishing him off quickly, Scar assumed he would do it slowly. In what manner could he do so while still drawing up his horrid, explosive power? Scar didn't know.
"Don't you want to know what I'm going to do to you?" Kimblee asked. "Aren't you going to ask?"
Scar said nothing. Hear beforehand what Kimblee planned on doing to him? Why would he care to hear that? He closed his eyes again. It made no difference what Kimblee did. Scar would not give him any satisfaction.