((I’m surprised by the fact that Maxx hasn’t made a comment on all this yet dkjfgdg))
((Pft. piawjhfowjkg. JUST SILENTLY WATCHING. AMUSED.))
((Reblogging here becasue Suppression Squad
((And omFG I LOVE THIS BITCH SO FREAKIN’ MUCH I CAN”T EVEN))
((;W; MY BABY <3))
(Source: nanitecity)
He walked in a speedy pace, almost impatiently, face turned straight ahead. He hoped nothing too bad had happened to Miles—but by now, he’d already done something to him, he bet.
He was scared to death of his—of Maxx, but this was the final straw. All the nightmares, all the nights he spent worrying about the day he’d see his crazed king again, all the..other things….
He’d have his revenge if it was the last thing he did. No matter what came with it.
Finally, they got to the place where Miles was held, and already the old man had a knife out, and was slowly carving it through the fox like he was a prized work of wood.
Swallowing his fear and resisiting all urge to charge at the king, he appeared in front of Maxx, his expression deadpan.
Miles swallowed hard when the squirrel’s arms found their way around him, the knife poking his chest not helping at all. “I-I—”, but before his could get any words out, the other started talking again, so close that the fox could feel his breath. Then the knife moved again, making the smaller one twitch, a quiet whimper escaping him from feeling the former king’s wide grin.
Well shit.
Now what to do?
Eyes always glued on the knife that was held against his chest, he took in a shaky breath, and let out a rather feeble growl. “Alicia is nothing like you. She may be a brute, but you’re sick. Talk about serious brain damage—”, but before he could finish, Maxx caught his ears between his teeth, nipping at it, the motion sending a violent shudder down the fox’s spine.
Eyes widening slightly as the knife was pointed at his shoulder, he swallowed hard again, then letting out a muffled shriek when the tip pierced his skin, slowly digging into his shoulder so fuckin’ slowly, making the fox tremble, low growls leaving his throat with every hitched breath.
And then the knife was twisted. Another pained shriek. “You wicked psycho! Quit it!”
Took him a while to realize that two more people had walked into the room while all this happened. He lifted his eyes, his expression brightening up visibly at the sight of the familiar skunk, though it quickly faded, when he noticed Jeffrey’s expression. Another rough shudder, his breath growing heavier by the second, in order to lessen the pain, though without much success.
An ear swiveling at the sound of the door opening with a creak, Maxx for the moment ignoring the new arrival as he continued to tease his prey, prodding at the sensitive flesh he had so cruelly pierced with that knife now stained with running crimson. The precious life fluid trailed down the length of the metal, wetting Maxx’s fingers as he held the handle. The sadistic king released Miles’ ear, licking his lips as he savored the leftover taste of blood. “Ahahaha, yes. Whimper again for me. Scream for me, Miles. I enjoy that sound ever so much. Beautiful! Simply beautiful!”
Now he looked at Jeffrey, right away noticing that deadpan expression. It’s something he was all too familiar with, having seen it countless times in the past while they were alone together. The little broken lackey. The skunk hasn’t forgotten his private obedient lessons, it seems. “Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you’d make an appearance, my loyal Jeffrey.” While he spoke, he was slowly twisting that knife, casual conversation despite what he was currently doing. “I was starting to wonder if the bird delivering the letter had gotten lost or eaten or something. It’s just your reaction time that needs sharpening.”
(Source: moebian-king)
The run to those tunnels in Mobotroplis was pretty long, but at this point, he couldn’t tell and he honestly didn’t care.
Jeffrey had been running, almost as if his legs were running on their own, for about a couple of hours, not so much by endurance, but will power. His hair had gotten messy, and his legs were killing him, but it mattered not.
He finally saw the entrance, sighing in temporary relief. He saw the man waiting for him, but paid no mind, simply taking him by the collar of his neck.
“Listen. I don’t want any funny business; just take me where I need to go.”
His voice is dark and uncharacteristic, giving the impression that he didn’t feel a tinge of fear, but the tornado of emotions in the skunk’s head had pretty much turned into a hurricane; he was worried, he was angry, enraged even…
And he certainly was afraid.
He swallowed hard, eyes following the other’s hand motions as his finger traced across the weapon. And that grin; gods, it make his stomach lurch. He hasn’t felt so vulnerable since the Super Scourge incident. The squirrel’s words sent shivers down the boy’s spine, though at the mention of Jeffrey his expression lightened ever so slightly, ears perking up again.
…Though he soon regretted it as the former king started circling him. He caught the light sound of the knife clanking against the golden rings as the squirrel toyed with it, the hum making his fur prickle a bit. Then he tilted his head to the side, though not looking at the squirrel, who was stadning right behind him now.
“Wait, that’s what all this is about? The Twlight Zone? I wasn’t even a part of that—”
And then the knife was pressed against his ear.
He froze again, a cold shudder running down his spine as the weapon’s smooth side trailed his ear, letting out a whimper before the tip of his ear was nicked. He gave a muffled yelp and the ear flickered, but it just made the sting worse. He swallowed again when he felt that tiny bit of blood running down his ear, and only hoping that Jeffrey would get there quickly.
The Moebian guard made a grunt of surprise as Jeffrey grabbed him by the collar and spoke to him in such a tone, looking at him with surprise. “Hey!” He barked, the initial shock fading to be replaced with anger in his narrowed eyes, yanking himself from the other’s grip and clicking his tongue with distaste. “Keep your hands off of me! We’re on the same side, or have you forgotten?” He mumbled something about ‘crazy fucking skunks’ as he opened the camouflaged trap door and began leading Jeffrey through the tunnels.
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“Lying to me won’t serve you well, Miles. You played a role in my banishment; a very important one. Denying it won’t change the fact that I know.” A small chuckle resound from the squirrel as he coiled his arms around the fox from where he stood behind him, tail flicking with excitement as he poked the knife against Miles’ chest, holding it against him gently.
“How did my sources put it? Ah yes. The ‘brains behind the operation.’ You may not have been physically there, but you’re the one who orchestrated the entire thing.” He punctuated the last word by poking the knife against his chest again, repositioning it directly above the fox’s heart. Miles couldn’t see the grin, but he had no doubt that Miles still felt it. And what a wide grin it was.
“How long have you been treasonous against your King, I wonder? Had it been my daughter who swayed you to that side? Still manipulating others into doing as she wishes, I see. I’m.. proud. Another ruthless acorn fit to rule with an iron first.”
So unlike my son, but that’s why I got rid of him..
He moved his lips up to the nicked ear, nipping it between his teeth where the blood from the small cut had trailed, tasting copper upon his tongue as he moved the knife yet again. Now he pointed it at Miles’ shoulder, pressing it against him lightly again, but this time he began gradually applying pressure until the knife slid in, slowly, before he twisted it while it lay buried in the flesh. “I suppose I should thank you though.. If it weren’t for you, I never would have had the chance to conquer other zones. So thank you Miles.”
(Source: moebian-king)
Somewhat relieved when the other leaned back, he loosened a bit, though the grip on his chin still didn’t allow him to do much. He narrowed his eyes further when the squirrel started rocking his head back and forth, growling a bit, wondering to himself wether he should just stay silent or not. But before he could make a desicion whatsoever, he was roughly pushed backwards and onto the floor, landing with a surprised yelp.
Sitting up with considerable difficulty, due to to his hands being handcuffed behind his back, and set his eyes on the former king as he paced in front of him. Honestly, that scowl was much better than that twisted grin, though it felt slightly more intimidating, but he didn’t care about that at that at the moment. He just listened, a look of both doubt and disdain in his eyes. He hated that feeling. He didn’t want to doubt. He had grown up with Alicia, ruthless or not, she was one of his best friends. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that lunatic do anything to her, wether she appreciated it or not.
Oh gods, that grin again. Dammit, no. He shivered again. His ears flattened further when the squirrel pulled out the knife. He froze. The nutjob was serious, wasn’t he? He swallowed hard, looking first at the knife and then up at the squirrel, not bothering to hide the fear in his eyes anymore.
He wondered for a minute if he should just, tell him. Alicia could take care of herself, she wasn’t just some petty princess. Then he remembered of all the time he’d screwed his friends over because he was being selfish. Always looking out for himself. What he wanted, what he needed, aways. No, he wasn’t going to be the one to betray her.
“No.”
There’s the look he was searching for.. That look that gave him so many thrills, made his heart race with adrenaline whenever he saw it. The fear, beautiful as it reflected in Miles’ blue eyes. So breathtaking. Maxx took a moment to admire it even after Miles had once again refused to tell him the location of his daughter. He found himself caring less and less about the information. Alicia couldn’t hide forever, and right now he had the element of surprise. The only member of the Suppression Squad who knew of King’s Maxx’s return is Miles.. And right now Miles is his guest. Maxx would find his daughter soon enough. As for right now…
“Alright. You’ve made your decision.” He said in a mocking tone, running a finger along the smooth side of the knife until he reached the tip, gingerly poking at the tip of the weapon as he tested its sharpness. Ah, he almost cut himself. Maxx felt giddy as a child about to open their wrapped presents. Another glance at the fox. This was going to be fun.
“I can’t say I’m terribly disappointed. I’m not. Even if she’s not here to join us, we’ll have such a wonderful time together by ourselves, don’t you agree, Miles?” He then looked at one of his two men. “Oh, and before I forget, wait for Jeffrey outside, would you? He’s probably forgotten how to find the entrances to these tunnels by now and I’d be ever so distressed if he got lost. He’s one of my favorites. Do I make myself clear? Now go.”
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The forest outside Mobotropolis’ borders, the foliage thick. Even with the natural cover, the entrances leading down to the tunnels underneath the city were put through great lengths to hide. It’s why Maxx sent one of his men to wait outside for the skunk, the man guiding Jeffrey into the tunnels once he had arrived, leading him down the correct path to the room where Maxx awaited.
—v—v—v—
Maxx was circling Miles now, that wolfish grin still on his face as he pondered the answer to a very important question. What should he cut first? Toying with the knife in his hands as he let out a hum, tail brushing against Miles’ cheek. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, you know.” He stopped, choosing to stand directly behind the fox. “You were there when I was first banished to the Twilight Zone. How rude of you and Alicia and your little gang to toss me in..” He pressed the smooth side of the knife to Miles’ ear, trailing the cold metal upwards. He nicked the tip of Miles’ ear with the knife as he turned it to the sharp side, eyes growing wild at the sight of the first drop of blood. ”You could say I have a very personal vendetta against you..”
(Source: moebian-king)
The rough grip on his chin indeed caught him off guard, the small gasp that escaped him proving the fact. He growled again, trying to move his head away, but stoped, realizing that it’d propably be more painfull anyway. He shifted his hands again; gods, he didn’t like the feeling of those handcuffs around his wrists. Made him feel defensless. He let out another growl when the other leaned close, but didn’t move, both because of the grip on his chin and because he didn’t want to seem intimidated.
And then he started talking; the breath against his muzzle made him shudder all over. His ears perked up. The more he listened, though, the more they dropped, until the were flat against his head. He sawllowed a bit when he paused, in a attempt to keep his scowl from cracking.
Any friendship you think is there between you two is only a ruse.
She’s using you, you poor, poor thing.
His expression loosened for a minute. That hit the spot. He blinked, opened his mouth to speak, but ended up growling again, eyes narrowed even more now. “Why, look at you, thinking you know everything. The same ‘king’ that got beaten by a bunch of teenagers. Whoopie doo, now I’m devastated.” He huffed and cocked an eyebrow. “You may be her dad, but I’ve been around for long enough as well. I know Alicia. And there’s no way I’m telling where to find her.”
Continuing to grin away as he watched Miles’ ears droop until they were flat against his head, the squirrel’s tail idly swaying behind him as he listened to the fox’ speak his retort, the two rings glinting in the light of the lamps that hung overhead. Maxx ignored the insult for now, leaning back and straightening his posture. His fingers still tightly cupped Miles’ chin. “Not a shred of doubt in you then, huh boy?” He rolled his eyes.
“Oh please, I can see it in your body language, or am I misreading you? Perhaps your ears now lay flat against your head for some other reason?” He shook Miles’ head back and forth a little as he pondered the possibilities. “Maybe fear.. or are you simply uncomfortable, my dear?” A light chuckle. “No, you’re feeling doubt because you know what I’m saying is true.” He pushed Miles’ backwards with a rough shove meant to topple him to the wooden floor, the grin suddenly replaced with a scowl. “Pathetic.”
The two guards that dragged Miles here were still in the room, lingering not far behind the fox. Maxx began to pace, clasping his hands behind his back, looking at Miles with disdain. “Allowing yourself to need another. Such weakness; one that would make me feel ashamed if my own daughter ever succumbed to it herself. We may not have had the best relationship, her and I, but she’s like her daddy in so, so many ways. Who do you think taught her to be so ruthless, Miles?” And then his grin returned to him, unclasping his hands and with a quick motion he grabbed something from inside a hidden compartment from his clothes, holding in front of him a small knife.
“I’ll ask again. Where is my little Alicia?”
(Source: moebian-king)
He gathered all the balance you manage at the moment and stood up, keeping his stance as the other examined him as if he was some piece of meat. He noticed the squirrel’s trembling hands, the always present grin, the sadistic gleam in his eyes. Yep, the old man was just as creepy as he remembered. Maybe a little worse. That twisted look he was giving him rather off putting, but Miles kept his glare on, determined to not let anything show through. After all, that’s what the other wanted from him. And he wasn’t going to get it.
Another growl from the fox as the other stood up, not at all in he mood to play games. It was difficult to keep eye contact; that look in he eyes was as creepy as all hell- but Miles kept he eyes pinned on the other’s, expression pure distaste and anger. He shifted his hands a bit; those handcuffs were starting to hurt. Then the other walked closer, towering the fox, almost intimidating. The hand on his ear caught him off guard, he jolted a bit, his ear flickered once or twice, and he growled again, baring a fang this time.
>“You wouldn’t happen to know where my daughter is, do you? The castle? It’s in your benefit to tell me. I might go easy on you if you do.”
He narrowed his eyes more and moved his head away from the squirrel’s touch. No way he was oing to tell him where she was, even though he was pretty sure he already knew. “Only when hell freeze’s over.”
Had Miles flinched at the initial touch to his ear? How cute. How very cute. And he was so defiant, standing when he should be on his knees in front of his king, refusing to give Maxx the information he wanted, glaring at him, baring sharp fangs at him. “Come now, Miles..” Maxx roughly and without warning cupped Miles’ chin with a hand, not allowing the fox to turn his head away while the squirrel held his face with such a rough grip. His sharp nails dug into the skin beneath fur, not hard enough to leave any cuts, but it would be uncomfortable and painful, especially if the other struggled and tried to yank his head away. He leaned in close, that grin every present on his furry muzzle.
“I know my daughter. I know my little acorn. You have nothing to gain from protecting her from me. There will be no rewards. Or.. nothing genuine, I should say. Would you like to know why?” A small pause before he spoke again, so close that Miles would be able to feel his warm breath against his face as the king spoke in a soft voice. “Because she’s only out for herself. Always has been. Any friendship you think is there between you two is only a ruse. She’s using you, you poor, poor thing. She’s using all of you.”
((Oh and Nia, you can hope into this RP later on.. *v* Since I imagine it would take some time before Jeffrey reaches these tunnels. Just tell me when you want to hop in and we’ll establish a turn order.))
(Source: moebian-king)
Miles growled loudly once again, struggling to escape the strong grip on his arms. He had absolutely no idea who these brutes were, or where they were taking him, but he sure as hell didn’t want to find out.
He didn’t even realize what had happened. He was simply walking back homefrom the castle. Like every single day. And before he could even understand what was going on, he was pinned on the floor, handcuffs around his wrists. And now he was being dragged to God knows where, by two complete strangers. And he didn’t like this. Not one bit.
He struggled again, but to no avail. It was difficult enough to move with his hands behind his back, let alone escape, seeing how these two were noticeably larger than him; and he wasn’t good with combat in the first place. He could hear them snickering above his head everytime he struggled. Oh, how he’d love to claw their eyes out right then and there—
He stopped moving for a moment and looked around. He knew this part o the forest. There was a passageway hidden near by, which went underground. He and Scourge often used those passageways.
Now he knew where they were taking him.
And he didn’t like it at all.
They were underground now, the only light in the dark tunnel provided by a flashlight one of the brutes was holding. A few turns, intersections… He was starting to get worried now. Before he could try to struggle again, the two stoped in front of a large door. It seemed like they were hesitating for a moment, but one of them opened it eventually, revealing a slightly brighter room. The first thing that caught his attention as they entered was the squirrel sitting on the other side, but before he could make out his face, he thrown on the floor on his knees, a loud shriek escaping him.
And then the other spoke.
Gods, he’d recognize that voice anywhere. Cold, yet elegant. That slight tinge of sadism in it. He could tell who this was without even looking at him. Another growl left his throat as he raised his eyes towards the other, eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare.
“You. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in Jail.”
That look Miles was giving him was sending chills down Maxx’s spine, not because he was intimidated in anyway whatsoever. Pft, the thought was laughable. No, the chills were purely from excitement. That hatred that burned behind the boy’s icy blue eyes was simply delicious. The tougher they are, the more fight they have in them, the more satisfaction it brings when he finally breaks his little play things. The hatred in Miles’ eyes only confirmed the fun that was in store. The excitement was overwhelming. His hands practically trembled with it, like he was an addict in desperate need for his fix, and oh he’d have it.
“Would you believe me if I said I got out early for good behavior?” He stood, his hungry eyes and the grin doing nothing to hide his glee, nor the way his tail swayed back and forth in full, slow sweeps. He descended the couple of steps that led up to his rather large and fancy wooden, jewel embedded chair, intricate designs etched into the wood. The man had to have everything fancy, even while temporarily hiding underground in his old tunnels, the room and his current attire reflecting this. The clothes he wore truly befitted of a King. The only thing he was missing was his crown. He’d have to remember to get that back from Scourge later.
“Aahaha, no.” A humored laugh. “I’m only teasing, but the details of my escape don’t matter. What matters is the current moment, my little fox.” He lifted a hand to pet behind the fox’s ears, that toothy grin ever present. It was a gesture of mocking rather than affection, of course. “You wouldn’t happen to know where my daughter is, do you? The castle? It’s in your benefit to tell me. I might go easy on you if you do.” Gently stroking his finger from Miles’ ear down the side of his face.
(Source: moebian-king)
