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kinkfestTitle: Thirty Pieces of Silver
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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for DDS2, mention of gore
Prompt: Digital Devil Saga, Heat: Going mad from guilt - "something has been taken from deep inside of me/Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back."
A/N: Real! people. Unbetaed.
"Advance payment"
That was all Serph said as he tossed the silver chocolate coins on Heat's desk. Heat hadn't thought anything about it since a moment later Serph proceeded to show him what made the other young man much more interesting than Heat's organic chemistry lab report. The coins had been shoved off the desk as result of the ensuing activities and they glimmered on the floor next to discarded pieces of clothing until the morning after when Serph picked them up with his pants. Once dressed he sat down on Heat's bed and proceeded to unwrap the foil.
"I thought they were for me, being Valentines Day and all that," Heat grumbled from where his head was still buried in a pillow. Serph smirked and tossed the chocolate into his mouth before leaning over and sharing the melting sweet with Heat.
"How's that?"
"Can't complain," Heat glanced at the clock, "Oh shit, I'm going to be late to the lab meeting. You can stick around if you want, don't worry about cleaning up." Heat jumped out bed, dressed and ran out. Serph was left looking around an empty room. He spat out the chocolate in his mouth, grimacing at it's overpowering sweetness and wiped the chocolate off on the sheets. It was the least offensive stain there.
"Whoever said it was for you?"
...
"I still don't understand how this is going to work," the gun is cold and heavy in his hand.
"Why do you make everything so complicated? You point the gun and preach ethics at me, then you put your finger on the trigger and pull it. I fall over like I'm not wearing a bullet proof vest and break a blood packet. Ensue mental trauma and God's reaction. And no one even has to die. What do you have that PhD for anyway?"
"I got my PhD in genetics, not mind fucking theatrics. I never should have let you get involved in Dramat."
"I have do something while you were watching petri dishes grow in the lab."
"Great, the end of the world is going to come because I didn't spend enough quality time with my boyfriend back when we were undergraduates. What a way to go down in history."
"It's not the end of the world, just the ushering in of the rebirth. You don't know if anyone is even going to get hurt. Maybe God will feel sorry and make the world green again." The expression on Serph's face shows just how likely he thinks that is.
"And you 'dying' is supposed to bring that around how?"
"Do you remember when your sister died? Before you were brilliant, certainly set on being a researcher, but after that you became obsessed with the Cuvier syndrome. That obsession is what lead you to go to med school and eventually lead you here. Number 19 is the key, but she has no reason to get out of her virtual world to fix the problems in the real world. The loss of what she considers most important be enough motivation I would think. She needs to know suffering to want to end it for others."
"She knows pain. With all the experiments we've done on her..."
"Pain is not mental anguish and you know it."
"But..."
"Look I've got to go, Argilla's waiting for me with the latest cognitive test results." A kiss, an ice cold caress, and Serph is gone. Heat is alone with the gun and his thoughts.
There is something that Serph's not telling him. Not that that's a surprise. Serph's probably doing something illicit with that nurse behind his back. Not that that's a surprise either. The only thing that surprises him is how accepting he is of being a pawn of possibly the most power hungry and morally deficient man since Cesare Borgia. To him that's what love meant, blind devotion, to stay by someone in spite of their short comings. But everyday, Heat is a little less blind and he can't help but be horrified by what he sees, both in Serph and in himself. Hell, in everyone around them, they're making and breaking children in hope of finding some miracle cure for the sins of their fathers.
He never should have joined the project, but his obsession with the syndrome would have driven him mad if he hadn't. Right now all he wants is for it to stop. But it's not going to stop because Serph has plans for this project and he has a feeling it's not going to end after tomorrow, that things are only going to get worse, especially if this fails. Maybe if he could stop Serph, then maybe some semblance of sanity could be returned to the project. It may have been a warped idea to start with, but Serph tainted the methods, pushed the ethics of science of out the window of Angel's top floor office. A taint Heat had brought when he dragged Serph with him to Portland when he got wind of the project. But how to stop Serph?
Heat set the gun down on the night stand and paced around in the bedroom until he caught sight of Serph's bulletproof vest hanging in the closet. It would be so easy, just replace the vest with a look a like. Then all he had to do was follow Serph's own script. Everything would go as planned and if Serph's insane plan worked, then it worked. Regardless, Heat was going to put an end to all the madness with his own hands. He owed the other man that much.
... ... ...
He should have expected this. Yet somehow he hadn't and as the world fades he can only think that's it's karma that he had plotted Serph's murder only to get murdered by Serph's tidbit on the side. He can't read the numbers on the screen, but even he can tell something is going to happen and if he wasn't drowning in his own blood he'd congratulate Serph on another successful plan, but Serph is turning into something horrible and he can't help but feel a little vindication when the-thing-that-was-Serph-Sheffield devours that blonde bitch who's now just pieces of meat because that means there's no happily after in store for the two of them, which was what he feared Serph was aiming for with all this. Save the world, get the girl and all that jazz.
Petty, but he's a dying man betrayed and he'll get his kicks whi..le...h..e..s..t..i...
... ... ...
The world will be gray when Heat opens his eyes and it will be raining.
Author:
lacquernribbonsRating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for DDS2, mention of gore
Prompt: Digital Devil Saga, Heat: Going mad from guilt - "something has been taken from deep inside of me/Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back."
A/N: Real! people. Unbetaed.
"Advance payment"
That was all Serph said as he tossed the silver chocolate coins on Heat's desk. Heat hadn't thought anything about it since a moment later Serph proceeded to show him what made the other young man much more interesting than Heat's organic chemistry lab report. The coins had been shoved off the desk as result of the ensuing activities and they glimmered on the floor next to discarded pieces of clothing until the morning after when Serph picked them up with his pants. Once dressed he sat down on Heat's bed and proceeded to unwrap the foil.
"I thought they were for me, being Valentines Day and all that," Heat grumbled from where his head was still buried in a pillow. Serph smirked and tossed the chocolate into his mouth before leaning over and sharing the melting sweet with Heat.
"How's that?"
"Can't complain," Heat glanced at the clock, "Oh shit, I'm going to be late to the lab meeting. You can stick around if you want, don't worry about cleaning up." Heat jumped out bed, dressed and ran out. Serph was left looking around an empty room. He spat out the chocolate in his mouth, grimacing at it's overpowering sweetness and wiped the chocolate off on the sheets. It was the least offensive stain there.
"Whoever said it was for you?"
...
"I still don't understand how this is going to work," the gun is cold and heavy in his hand.
"Why do you make everything so complicated? You point the gun and preach ethics at me, then you put your finger on the trigger and pull it. I fall over like I'm not wearing a bullet proof vest and break a blood packet. Ensue mental trauma and God's reaction. And no one even has to die. What do you have that PhD for anyway?"
"I got my PhD in genetics, not mind fucking theatrics. I never should have let you get involved in Dramat."
"I have do something while you were watching petri dishes grow in the lab."
"Great, the end of the world is going to come because I didn't spend enough quality time with my boyfriend back when we were undergraduates. What a way to go down in history."
"It's not the end of the world, just the ushering in of the rebirth. You don't know if anyone is even going to get hurt. Maybe God will feel sorry and make the world green again." The expression on Serph's face shows just how likely he thinks that is.
"And you 'dying' is supposed to bring that around how?"
"Do you remember when your sister died? Before you were brilliant, certainly set on being a researcher, but after that you became obsessed with the Cuvier syndrome. That obsession is what lead you to go to med school and eventually lead you here. Number 19 is the key, but she has no reason to get out of her virtual world to fix the problems in the real world. The loss of what she considers most important be enough motivation I would think. She needs to know suffering to want to end it for others."
"She knows pain. With all the experiments we've done on her..."
"Pain is not mental anguish and you know it."
"But..."
"Look I've got to go, Argilla's waiting for me with the latest cognitive test results." A kiss, an ice cold caress, and Serph is gone. Heat is alone with the gun and his thoughts.
There is something that Serph's not telling him. Not that that's a surprise. Serph's probably doing something illicit with that nurse behind his back. Not that that's a surprise either. The only thing that surprises him is how accepting he is of being a pawn of possibly the most power hungry and morally deficient man since Cesare Borgia. To him that's what love meant, blind devotion, to stay by someone in spite of their short comings. But everyday, Heat is a little less blind and he can't help but be horrified by what he sees, both in Serph and in himself. Hell, in everyone around them, they're making and breaking children in hope of finding some miracle cure for the sins of their fathers.
He never should have joined the project, but his obsession with the syndrome would have driven him mad if he hadn't. Right now all he wants is for it to stop. But it's not going to stop because Serph has plans for this project and he has a feeling it's not going to end after tomorrow, that things are only going to get worse, especially if this fails. Maybe if he could stop Serph, then maybe some semblance of sanity could be returned to the project. It may have been a warped idea to start with, but Serph tainted the methods, pushed the ethics of science of out the window of Angel's top floor office. A taint Heat had brought when he dragged Serph with him to Portland when he got wind of the project. But how to stop Serph?
Heat set the gun down on the night stand and paced around in the bedroom until he caught sight of Serph's bulletproof vest hanging in the closet. It would be so easy, just replace the vest with a look a like. Then all he had to do was follow Serph's own script. Everything would go as planned and if Serph's insane plan worked, then it worked. Regardless, Heat was going to put an end to all the madness with his own hands. He owed the other man that much.
... ... ...
He should have expected this. Yet somehow he hadn't and as the world fades he can only think that's it's karma that he had plotted Serph's murder only to get murdered by Serph's tidbit on the side. He can't read the numbers on the screen, but even he can tell something is going to happen and if he wasn't drowning in his own blood he'd congratulate Serph on another successful plan, but Serph is turning into something horrible and he can't help but feel a little vindication when the-thing-that-was-Serph-Sheffield devours that blonde bitch who's now just pieces of meat because that means there's no happily after in store for the two of them, which was what he feared Serph was aiming for with all this. Save the world, get the girl and all that jazz.
Petty, but he's a dying man betrayed and he'll get his kicks whi..le...h..e..s..t..i...
... ... ...
The world will be gray when Heat opens his eyes and it will be raining.
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Date: 2008-12-04 08:39 pm (UTC)and The last line! loved it ^^