I’m trying to do Goretober this year (...again!). I am using this list! Thanks to the creator of the list for these good prompts!
DAY FOUR: UNCONVENTIONAL WEAPON(S)
word count: 1.5k+ warnings: torture, gore, organized crime themes notes: i did a poll on twitter about what unconvintional weapon(s) i should use and picked out light bulb and stiletto! what fun!
"I read something once."
"Wow, you read?"
"Fuck off JJ."
JJ is laughing, acting as if it was the easiest sound in the world, and that he wasn't still trying to catch his breath. One of the guys had caught him under the rib and had left JJ heaving for a minute as he broke a chair over the guy's head. JJ whistles once he's done laughing, tossing a bag of zip ties in the air and catching it again, as if he was showing off to a bunch of girls. "Don't be so mean to me Kitten; I was just teasing!" As if he'd forgive him for just teasing anytime soon.
"I read something once." He's louder now, climbing onto tables and ignoring the fake pout JJ shoots at him, favoring for reaching up into the dinky, tasteless chandelier instead. "That said--" He's grunting, struggling to get the angle right on unscrewing the bulb, and pretending he feels just how hot the bulb probably is. This is why he wears gloves. Well, that and they looked cool. "--if--" He manages to get the bulb at, cracking the old glass that surrounded it to diffuse the light, and he's only annoyed about that because it rips his sleeve. He just bought that shirt!
He jumps off the table, stepping neatly over the guy who he broke a chair on (he was out fucking cold), and walks over to the other one. He's got the lightbulb in hand, waving it around just a bit so it cools some, and so he can watch the filament break off and toss around in the glass. He always loved doing that: shaking things so hard their insides broke. "--You put lightbulb in your mouth, you can't take lightbulb out without breaking it." He nudges the lightbulb against the guy's face and smiles as eyes widen in realization.
He had been the one asleep when his phone rang, of course, so JJ had answered it. Which wasn't bad, really, but JJ always got that weird, 'your dad wants to kill me' look whenever he answered Viktor's calls; always. It was fucking annoying. "I was kinda fucking sleeping--"
"Yuri." The voice on the other end of the line is ice, even to him, and his complaints die off. He ducks his head, even though Viktor can't see it.
"Papa." JJ is looking at him, his phone in the air, and headphones off kilter on his head; he was listening in.
"I want you to take care of something for me." JJ's eyes narrow a little, a frown settling in, but he tries not to frown back. The Family comes first; they both knew that.
"Yes Papa."
It wasn't hard to track down the guy Viktor told them about, not with JJ typing away on his computer ('She has a name Yuri! She's Patty! Isn't she cute? She's lighter than Gertrude was~') and Yuri calling Vor out of their hiding places. Finding the guys was easy, but getting to them had been a bit trickier. JJ had solved the issue by acting like a honey pot; his suit cut way too tight and his heels way too high, and the guy had fallen for it. He had gotten to play air duct boy again, like usual, and he put another tally on the 'get back at JJ' list. He could do that later though. JJ had gotten the guy alone, just with his guard, and he had popped out of the ventilation and done the rest. Well; most of the rest. JJ had kicked the guy in the balls at least.
He presses the bulb closer to the guy's face, lets him flinch and recoil from the heat, and chases him as he tries to scuttle back. JJ had used the zip ties he had thrown at him to snare the guy's hands behind his back, the plastic pulled too tight and already making pudgy fingers turn purplish. It was kinda neat how fast some people could start to blood pool. He's grabbing the guy by the cheeks, pinching at his jaw, and wedging his fingers between his teeth. "Open your mouth." He's wrestling with the guy, shoving the bulb against his face, but not too hard; he doesn't want to break the bulb just yet. The guy jerks to the side, evading him, and he loses his grasp. The guy clenching his jaw makes slapping him the face a bit stingy, but he's not the one sporting a massive split lip now.
"Maybe I should break lightbulb over your head; yeah?" He's sneering, teeth bared and lips curled back, and he lifts the light bulb up. It's more of a threat than anything, but he could always go get another bulb. He doesn't get the chance to though, all because of JJ.
"Kitten, don't!" He sounds almost genuinely distressed, taking a step closer, hands held out before him as if to placate him. Then his facade cracks, a twitch of his lip matching the sparkle in his eye, and Yuri knows he's going to hate whatever JJ's about to say no matter what it is. "If you do that… he might get hit with a bright idea."
Called it.
JJ moves quick, quicker than most think, and he's right next to him in what seems like an instance. His fingers curl around his wrist and JJ slots up behind him; he's taller than him for once, thanks to the heels. JJ pushes him forward with his body, making him shuffle forward a bit, and he nearly brackets the guy's face with his thighs. A gutsy move should the guy decide to try to headbutt or bite his junk; JJ doesn't seem worried. He guides his hand down, urging the light bulb back towards the guy's face, and he watches as the guy's eyes seem to bug out. "Say ah~" He looks down and JJ was digging the heel of his stiletto into the guy's junk.
JJ shifts, pressing weight against him, and against the guy. The guy finally wises up, or gets desperate, because he opens his mouth to try to scream, and Yuri pushes the lightbulb in. Perfect. JJ reaches past him to pat the guy on the head before he backs off, going back towards the bodyguard, and he has to force himself to look away. The cut of that suit was unreal.
"It does fit; cool." He squats in front of the guy now, holding him by what little hair he has left on his sweaty head, and he bares his teeth again. He's been told his grins were a bit too toothy, but that was the point, wasn't it? To show people your teeth? So he shows him his teeth, getting too close, and dropping his voice; as if he was going to tell him a secret. "You think the rest of what I read was true? Like how you crossed Papa and thought you could get away with it? Or you thought my boy could be bribed?" He had watched how the guy had touched JJ, how he had pitched drugs and money at him; he had seen it all.
The guy was trying to talk, his teeth clacking against the light bulb's glass, and he was shaking his head. He grins wider, all teeth, and stands up. "No, you don't?" The guy keeps shaking his head, trying to shimmy away, and keeps trying to talk; to throw excuses or bribes. He doesn't make it a habit to accept bribes; it's why Viktor always gives him this sort of work. "Well I do." Viktor knows he'll never leave a job undone.
He lurches forward, raising his knee into the underside of the guy's jaw, and enduring the reflexive little kickback his foot gives as his kneecap hits jawbone. It's pretty amazing that the guy can scream with a mouthful of glass, he'll give him that. He can hear the splinter of the bulb, can see shards press their tips out the sides of cheeks, and blood already begin to flow. It comes out past his lips and his nose, meaning some of the glass went through his top pallet, and he whistles at it; that had to hurt.
The guy lurches off to the side as he steps away from him, rolling and writhing on the floor, gasping and choking as he desperately tried to spit out glass. It's hard to spit out glass that was embedded though, especially without any hands to help pull it out. "Guess I was right?" He steps back over the guy, stomping on the side of his face, and he screams again. He lifts his foot and kicks next, just for fun, and just a bit to help dislodge glass out of the bottom of his boot. Shit; he needed to replace these boots soon.
"Kitten." JJ was on his phone, frowning a bit, and gesturing him closer. "He called more guys somehow; did he hit a switch I missed?" He grunts, intent to come closer and look at whatever JJ was looking at on his phone, but he doesn't make it that far. The bodyguard lurches forward, evidently having been playing them with his 'out cold' routine, and he's lunging at him. The guy was after the gun that had been discarded on the floor, but he doesn't make it that far. He feels the gun dig into his stomach as he half lands on the body guard, slamming his head into the ground, and trying to grab at his arms. JJ handles one of his arms for him. The guy screams and he looks over, looking down one arm to see JJ stepping on the hand, the heel of his stiletto pushed right between the bones.
He'll have to ask JJ to step on him in those later."
