Symmetra execution wip
Car wash
Triggers: melting/burning skin, limb severing, decapitation
Satya Vaswani has been found guilty of T R E A S O N
Commencing punishment now
There was no flare, no show to it to kick off the final moments of your beloved, your despised, your only Warden. (Soon to be EX warden). Her face was cold, blank. She’s had hours to accept her fate, to accept the orders. Was she saddened deep down? Betrayed? D i s g u s t e d?
Who cares! She was going to die! And there was n o t h i n g she could do about it!
It was an assembly line-esque, car upon car, then Symmetra, all in a neat, ever moving row. It was the most one could tell, the room was blindingly white, spotlessly clean.
The assembly line continued on, on and on. Where were they going? When will she be slaughtered before your eyes? Like so many others? The suspense, suffocating, was it killing you? Was it killing her? Should you demand the death now, or wait in anticipation?
Finally a flash of color. A familiar glow of blue tackled (the beam of a turret?) the car’s surface, then another, then another, all dancing and coordinating to make the vehicle spotless. If you weren’t so aware of their other uses, it would almost be dazzling.
But alas.
The next car of the line was similarly buffed, buffed and buffed, the number of streams of lights growing and growing until nearly engulfing the car. There was no steam, no noise,
But it doesn’t take an idiot to tell something was amiss.
The lights stopped, and where a vehicle once stood, there was nothing. Not even ash. The Anticipation, it was suffocating. Were you going to watch your warden be incinerated? Were you going to watch her melt away by the machines she created?
Finally, it was her turn. when beams turned on, she moved fluidly, swayed rhythmically, she was dancing, dodging the beams. Her face was calm, her movements were not of one who has accepted her fate. So she didn’t want to die.
She wanted to L i v e. She wanted to live. Like all the others she had facilitated the deaths of. Like all those she has executed through contraptions, of scenarios of her own design. She must live, she wished to, she must!
One can not escape their Karma
Like that, her fluid movements became clumsy and jilted. Her feet stuck to the assembly line (magnets?), requiring more force to step and dodge. It was all a matter of time now, she couldn’t escape death. She couldn’t escape her fate.
A Yelp. One wrong movement, and a laser caught her arm,the one of flesh, severing it cleanly and cauterizing the wound immediately. The limp arm twitch, flesh, muscle, bone melting as lasers focused on it to the point of naught. She was distracted, her focus broken. One by one, the turret’s beams hit her skin, burning her clothes, melting the metal of her remaining arm.
Her leg was seared off, the screaming only increasing. She was going to die, It was too late. cutting, cutting, cleaning away the bones. one limb, one bit of flesh, it was cut and melted away.
Until, finally,The laser cut off her head. the screams died, the gurgling of blood replacing her pitiful cries. the beams burned every limb, every piece of her being, until there was nothing left to burn. By the end of the line, there didn’t linger a single piece, not even ash,
With that, the feed ended. The transition of power was complete.
Sanjay was your new warden.