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Punishment Game!

Shortly after the Warden's announcement, the guards enter G-Block to escort the Carnival Corpse losers to the punishment area. As usual they are rough and impatient, so anyone dumb enough to fight back will get a little pre-game roughing up.

When the screens around the prison come on, each Deadman is already strapped into a chair with the roulette wheel looming behind them in it's grotesque glory. It seems that the only member of staff present is the Doctor, who waves to the audience with her lips ever so slightly turned up into a ghost of a smile. She was silent as the off-screen announcer shared the details of the game, but those in the room could likely sense her anticipation.

"You all know why you're here, don't you?" The Doctor turns once the announcer is finished. "Then let's begin."

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He was not happy to get dragged out of bed. And not happy about where he was going. He did resist at first, but he knew it was useless. He wasn't looking forward to showing what was left of his face for all the prison to see. But it had to happen sooner or later.

Eventually he was in the chair and strapped in. He squirmed in pain against his burns. He was obviously in a lot of pain. "Fuck all of this," he grumbled. "This is bullshit!" he shouted at the announcer's voice. As if it would do any good.

"Hawk, Hawk, Hawk," The Doctor chided in a rather relaxed tone, "you are a noisy bird. Don't worry, we'll put you back in your cage soon."

This Carnival Corpse really had given her a lovely group to operate on. So many people with emotional connections. She hoped that whatever happened to this one made his dear sister scream. The wheel spun and spun, just barely moving past one spot and onto the "appendix" panel.

How absolutely disappointing.

"Are you ready, little bird?"

He had quite the unexpected reaction to that spin. He laughed. He laughed loud and long. Loud, barking, mocking laughter. But with his face the way it was, he looked possessed. "The joke's on you, you dumb bitch! Someone else already beat you to that years ago!" Even long before he'd taken this undercover case.

He looked over at the next person in line. "Next!" He didn't seem like he was going to stop laughing anytime soon.

The Doctor was silent for several long, drawn out moments. Her face was cold, expressionless as his laughter went on. Then, quietly, she pointed a guard to the wheel once again. With that action, a smile slowly crept onto her face.

"Let's try again."

When the wheel started spinning again, the laughter stopped. "No way! That's not fair! You spun it and that's where it landed! Get me out of this thing!" He started struggling again, with as much energy as his limited leverage could muster.

"Ah-ah!" She openly taunted him as the wheel continued to move. For laughing in her face, he would pay. She would spin the wheel a million times if that was what it took to put him in misery.

But she didn't have to. She said nothing, studying him for a reaction to what was shown on the wheel.

She would have his heart.

He stared at it in wide-eyed disbelief for a long moment. No way. They had to have rigged this.

He came apart all at once. "No! You stay the fuck away from me! I'll make you look just like me!" Flames licked out from under his bandages, charring his clothes. Hell, even if he burned himself, it didn't really matter at this point. But he was not going to let her tear his heart out. He was not going to let her kill him. Sure he was a vicious piece of shit but he was not just going to sit here and get killed.

The Doctor actually laughed.

It was quiet. So quiet that it couldn't be heard over his screaming, but anyone watching her knew that she was quite amused by the outburst she was witnessing. Still, it couldn't go on. She motioned a pair of guards to hold him down while she filled a syringe with a solution that would put his Branch of Sin into remission for a time. She approached him causally and plunged it into his neck, being that his arms were quite unavailable. The only one feeling burns would be him as the solution ran through his veins.

He grunted and groaned under the burn of that syringe, still spitting venom. "I'll kill you, you psychotic hack doctor!" he screamed at her. As it took effect, the flames went out, leaving only whisps of smoke from the bandages and clothing that had been burned.

Sure, he was thrashing and screaming, but he was just this side of not losing it. So far.

She really did love his spirit. It made her work so much more rewarding when they fought so desperately.

"Don't be silly. I'll be the one doing the killing today." She said it in a detached sort of way, as if it was any simple, normal procedure. She had left his side to gather his tools and let the solution do it's job, but soon enough she was by his side once more. Without warning, she tore his shirt open and let the buttons fall to the floor. She eyed the spot where she was about to make the incision, and then his face.

"Who does your heart beat for, Hawk? Could it be Miss Izumi?"

The reaction was immediate to her taunt. "You keep her name out of your sadistic mouth or I'll make sure it takes as long as humanly possible for you to burn to a crisp!" And the look in his face was starting to get more wild and desperate.

Her response was a sharp jab into his chest, a vague smile the only indication that she had heard him at all. She wasn't afraid of him and had no reason to be. He was just a scared little chick that couldn't get back into his nest.

And she loved it.

The last time he was this sure he was going to die was the day he met Eiji. It was only by keeping his head on straight and waiting for his opportunity that he was able to survive at all. But here he could do no such thing. He couldn't burn is way out. Or fight through normal means. He was trapped. And he was definitely going to die. This wasn't his choice, like when he died rather than kill Hina. This was pathetic and pointless. All so this crazy bitch could get her rocks off.

He flinched at the jab but didn't scream further. His eyes cast around every which way looking for some kind of way out. Some way of saving his own pathetic skin. Some way of keeping Hina from watching him die.

The halt in the screaming and the fit he had been throwing actually disappointed her. She loved the desperation in his eyes, the way the fear coursed through him and made him panic to find a way out... but no, the screams were the best. Maybe a fully open area on his chest would fix that.

As she made the incisions bigger, a wail borne more on anxiety than pain came out before he could stamp it down again. A scalpel cut hurt, but relative to the rest of the pain he was in right now it was negligible. He could take this.

Even better than she had expected~ That was a scream she'd remember for a while. She hoped for at least one more like that before she broke his heart.

As the incision grew, so did her anticipation. A trickle of sweat made a path down her forehead, but she didn't stop to wipe it away. She was too deep into the high his screams had brought her. She was closer and closer, any second she would see his heart pounding away from absolute terror.

He still pulled roughly at what held him down to the chair. He was using so much force his hands were bleeding. Whatever semblance of control he thought he had was evaporating quickly.

And so he screamed. You disgusting bitch.

She closed her eyes for just a moment, like she was listening to something beautiful. Ah, but no time to relish it. This was only the preshow. Now they were moving on to the main event.

She disappeared out of view of both Ankh and the cameras for a brief second. When she returns, she's holding a rather large tool, quite similar to what one might use if they were going to prune their bushes.

Instead, however, she was going to prune his rib cage.

"No, please!" Any pride or stubbornness was completely gone. Tears even came from his eyes. "Don't! I'll do anything! Please!"

Oh, she loved it when she broke them.

"Shhh," she shushed him, putting a finger to his scarred lips, "it'll all be over soon." She smiled as if she was kind nurse comforting a patient. Of course, that was the farthest thing from the truth as she snapped the first rib in half.

He had enough fire in him still to try to bite her finger. Because she should know better than to put her finger near the beak of strange birds.

She had pulled her finger away just in time, giving him a rather scolding look. His reward would be losing three more ribs bones.

Blood ran everywhere. And with it went most of his energy to scream. "Hina..." he hissed with a shaking voice. "S-sorry..."

The Doctor shook her head with a smile dancing on her lips, as if Ankh were nothing more than a silly little boy. She continued on in eerie silence, concentrating on sound of bones falling apart until she had access to his heart. She put the sawing tool to the side, looking up at his mangled features.

"Do you think I should send your heart to her doorstep?" Her smile twisted at the idea.

He shook his head. "Don't... you dare... Just finish this already.... psychotic bitch...."

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