#ds2 execution

[dangansuffering]

Friday Nightmare Lights || Execution

The wheel isn’t spun, and no robots drag or force Eva to her fate. On the contrary, when she sweeps out of the room it’s with the air of a starlet on her way down the red carpet, into the building of her latest premiere.

Even as the wall closes behind her, the large screen descends from the ceiling a final time, flickering to life a scant few minutes later.

Final Girl

The setting is laid out first - a dark forest, so dark that Eva can barely be seen, only the light colors of her clothing making her stand out against the void around her. Above her, a cloud moves, and the moonlight provides the illumination needed to reveal the rest of the scene as a dingy, abandoned summer camp.

There is movement in the shadows behind Eva, and for a split second you can see the glint of a knife. The crunching of leaves from under this figure’s foot draws Eva’s attention, and she turns to face it.

Where there should be a scream coming from Eva - creating a perfect shot for a classic slasher film - there is instead a smile.

As the figure approaches, Eva doesn’t make any move to run. While she is shaking, it’s from excitement more than any sort of fear. That excitement only grows as the revving of a chainsaw cuts through the almost-silent ambience of the night, and another figure approaches from her side. Then there’s another, this one having a nasty-looking meat hook extending from it’s sleeve. Then another, with sharp blades protruding from it’s hand. And another and another. They just keep coming, and as they step into the moonlight, each have a distinct set of clothing, most wearing a mask to cover their face.

Jason Voorhees. Leatherface. The Fisherman. Freddy Krueger. Michael Myers. Ghostface. The men who shaped Eva’s life, who kept her company on long, dark nights. They were here to claim her, finally, to make everything she wanted a reality.

This setting, the way this execution will go... it’s perfect for her. There are tears falling from her face, real tears. Tears of excitement, of happiness. She can’t wait. She’s ready, she’s ready.

Jason reaches her first, her sweet, darling Jason, and as the knife tears into her, she relaxes, closing her eyes.

Except... the knife doesn’t hit it’s mark.

No, instead Jason disintegrates into the night, into a literal puff of smoke. One by one, the rest disappear as well, until even the world around her dissolves, falling away to instead reveal a brightly lit dressing room.

Aside from Eva, all that is left is a young girl in a tiara and a pageant gown, no older than twelve. Her eyes are blank and unseeing, her face marred by chemical burns.

The excitement drains from Eva’s face, leaving only fear behind. Fear... and perhaps sorrow.

“No...” Eva gasps quietly, backing up against one of the mirrors. “Not her... not you...”

She is cut off by the girl swinging a hammer into her skull, hitting Eva with a strength no normal twelve year old should possess. The back of Eva’s head hits the mirror, blood splattering all around her. The girl hits Eva again, and this time the mirror shatters.

She’s hit again and again, over and over. Even when she goes limp and slumps to the ground, the girl continues her assault until Eva’s face is an unrecognizable, bloody mess.

EVA LAMBERT, ULTIMATE SCREAM QUEEN AND MEMBER OF THE SPLINTER HAS BEEN EXECUTED.

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[Art Credit: Ross] 

[dangansuffering]

Natural Habitat || Ch4 Execution

A few seconds later Onryo is straightening up again with a sigh. “Great. Fun. Now we’re without a medical professional. Oh well, guess that’s a bigger problem for you guys than for me. Never liked her anyway.” Did anyone?

The androids not concerned with keeping a hold on Lioness have collected Frost’s body and carried it into the walls, so at least you won’t be having to stare at that any longer, although the splatter and puddle of blood on the floor remains.

“Guess I don’t have to tell you this doesn’t change anything for you. You’ll be joining her in a moment.” Onryo makes a little gesture, and the robots promptly drag Lioness out as well, through a different wall, presumably looking like the cat that caught the canary.

That probably won’t last long.

Once again the screen descends from the ceiling and, moments later, flickers on to show...

The Most Dangerous Game

[TW: Head Trauma, Blood]

Lioness found herself standing in a forest alone in the eerie quiet.

Eyes narrowed as she scanned the area around her and her mouth narrowed into a thin line.

A shot echoed through the forest, and Lioness’ eyes darted to look in the direction that it came from.

Another shot even louder the first happened, and a hot burning heat brushed against Lioness’ cheek. Lifting her hand to her face she felt blood.

Lioness crouched low like a deer, watching and waiting until she hears the sound of a twig snapping underfoot. Before the hunter can get on her Lioness darts into the underbrush.

The unseen hunter shot again, but Lioness was already out of sight.

Trees and bushes rustled as Lioness ran through the forest avoiding the biggest branches and logs. She wasn’t being stealthy, but instead attempted to put as much distance between her and her pursuer.

Eventually the gunshots stopped, and after several minutes of sustained jogging Lioness found a small cave.

Quietly she walked into it just deep enough to take advantage of the shadows, but not so deep that she couldn’t see.

Seconds ticked by.

Slowly her shoulders relaxed, and Lioness leaned against the cave wall. The cave was cool enough to make a shudder travel down her spine, but the temporary relief is enough for her to close her eyes for a moment.

A gunshot once again echoes through the forest, but this time Lioness doesn’t run.

ALICE THATCHER, ULTIMATE CONSERVATIONIST, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.

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[Art Credit: Cherry]

[dangansuffering]

It’s An Allegory || Ch1C2 Suffering Game || Execution

There’s no time after this stunning development before another of the metal plates on the walls slides open and something comes shooting out. It’s almost too fast to see before one end of it has closed around Jasper’s neck. A metal clamp, not quite a collar but securely grabbing him nevertheless and then - just like that, he’s gone. Yanked backwards into the darkness of the wall, which scrapes shut again promptly behind him, barring any attempts to follow or mount a rescue.

Within minutes there’s the sound of more movement - this time from above, as a massive screen descends from the ceiling and lights up. Images flicker onto it, settling into high definition.

The Plague 

[TW: Needles, Syringes, Injections]

Jasper is practically in tears as he is dragged away to his death. You can’t help but feel bad for how hurt he looks.

The screen lowers, and you see Jasper in the entry hall of what looks like a magnificent mansion. He’s looking around, confused. Somewhere, a clock chimes for midnight. As soon as the 12th chime ends, a large figure wrapped in a black robe appears behind Jasper. He turns, and you can see him stumble backwards in shock. He takes off, running into the next room.

The screen switches to a clip of him entering a room that’s a bright blue. There’s a crowd of people, all in gorgeous attire and masquerade masks. Jasper runs out into the next room, and the shrouded figure is following. The next room is similar, crowded with masked partiers. This time, the room is purple. He continues to run through rooms, the crowds getting smaller, and each room themed after a color: green, then orange, then white, then violet.

Jasper enters the last room, empty and themed black. In the center of the room is a scarlet red beam of light, appearing to come from a stained glass window. There’s no exit. Jasper backs up into the light. He’s facing the door.

The figure enters, approaching Jasper slowly. He appears to be struggling, trying to move but can’t. The figure removes it’s hood, revealing a red mask underneath. It gets closer, and closer. You can make out something in it’s hand. It looks like a syringe. It raises it’s hand, and plunges the needle into Jasper’s neck.

The scene is frozen for a few seconds, and then the figure is gone. You watch as Jasper slowly falls to his knees. He collapses onto his side, facing the camera. He’s writhing. It looks like something is starting to pool underneath him, and it looks like it’s spilling from his very skin. Is it the beam of red light tricking you, or is it blood?

The clock chimes 1 am. Jasper is no longer moving.

JASPER KRASNOFF, ULTIMATE MODEL, HAS BEEN EXECUTED.

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[Execution art by Cherry]