mayfield_rpg | the kind you can't suffer quietly

[The body materialized in bed exactly after midnight. It's just as he had presumed. To the town's credit, it certainly was punctual about these things. Everything seems to run and function based on a schedule and precise timing. Chaotic as things were, they too had their own goals and ambitions that they're aiming for. They have their own plans.

The Doctor, sitting over at the other end of the room, makes his presence known.]

Right as the second hand hit the twelve. Fascinating.

[No.

Dist's face goes white, and he shrinks back in the bed. Not him. Not again.]

You... you waited for me?

I don't like wasting a perfectly good puppet, Dist. Shame, that. It was really my fault for assuming nobody else besides Edward's family would care enough.

[The Doctor shrugs. Live and learn.]

N-not again. Please, not again.

[It's so pathetic. All he can do is beg. The past few days were hellish, and he'd do anything to avoid becoming that mindless thing again.]

[Well, wasn't this a sad sight. The Doctor puts his hands together. Smiling, he thinks about that request for just a little bit.]

Everything would have been less painless if he hadn't bothered showing you mercy. Better that you blame him than anybody else.

He... he's a friend! He'd help me no matter what! I have other friends too, ones who would do the same! Just save us the trouble and spare us both, don't put me through that again.

You should improve your persuasive skills, Dist. If you only talk about what's in it for you, why, there just isn't any incentive for me to help. What can I get from keeping you as you are now over repeating the procedure?

You can't just destroy brilliance! Eventually the work of keeping me under your thumb would be too much trouble! Do you even understand how horrible it is to have your thoughts, your mind, your self torn from you?

Yes, actually.

[And just like that, the Doctor gives Dist the simplest answer he could possibly give. He stands up from his seat and puts his hands behind his back. Looking down at Dist, he speaks.]

Did you know that I used the Red Crystal's tremendous powers on myself? It's true. What's brilliance if you're not willing to experience it first-hand? Ah. You can't imagine how afraid I was as I felt my sanity being torn apart and my body mutate and disfigure, all overwhelmed by that mad power. Everything that was "me" vanished as well as my thoughts, mind, dreams, and goals. I received power beyond imagination as a result, though. And I'm prepared to do it again.

[Giving a smirk, he looks towards his side.]

You know, I praise ambition. Actually, our friends in KINGDOM are all ambitious. Take for example.... Hiling. She's just using us until we're close enough to conquering this town so that she can take it for herself if possible. Professor Nova has his research. Men like him would change sides if the other had more to offer. Captain LeChuck has betrayed his peers in the past and would do the same to us for personal power. Bernkastel would betray us if opposing us seemed more exciting. Amaimon just wants to fight and if we grow strong enough, he'll turn on us. Theo may abandon us once he feels too threatened. And the Major? He is a rare individual... an orchestrator that can move the world to act as he wants. Right now, I've become a pawn of his in his war. A pawn, can you imagine? In this twisted game, we're all kings and pawns simultaneously. We're all prepared to sacrifice ourselves and others repeatedly to take down the world.

The difference between you and the rest of us is that you are and forever have been a pawn. To Edward. To the Major. To me. And I know that things haven't been different in your past life. You talk about brilliance, your value as a person, all of this. But Dist, you're too afraid. Too afraid to act on your own, to rule, to seize what your heart compels you to seize, to put everything you've achieved on the line and risk losing it all to win the world. I've always been prepared to throw away everything I've worked for. ... You weren't.

[The Doctor looks back at Dist and approaches him now. His smile only grows wider and certainly, more bloodthirsty. Cruel.]

The difference between me and you is that you are the eternal pawn. While I am a tyrant. And as a tyrant, it is my deepest pleasure to not only keep you under my thumb, but to bury you deep beneath the scorched earth with it. Don't speak to me about brilliance when you were never prepared to gamble everything like I have. Like the rest of us. You've never truly made use of your brilliance. You've only tried to show it off. For petty acknowledgment. Even now, you won't get that. For your pathetic attempt at betraying all of us, Dist, you get nothing. Nothing suits a person who is in fact nothing. I quite think so!

[He stops in front of the bed, at the center of its side. He leaves Dist with no room to escape. His fate has long since been sealed. It has been since the very moment the Doctor set out to deal with him.]

... Well, then. Shall we try this again?

No.

[Unlike the last time he'd uttered the word, it's poisonous now. He doesn't attack - he knows that won't work - but he does talk. The Doctor got his piece, now Dist gets his.]

You don't know me. You don't know what I've been through, what I've done. I've fought and killed and died for what I wanted, or at least I tried to. That had been the plan, you see. When you face despair and overheat your own robot before being launched into the ocean, that tends to be the expectation, but I lived through it all. And because I lived, I had one last chance. One last chance to send my world into utter chaos and destruction for a fleeting chance at that one final sliver of hope.

That sliver shot me in the face, figuratively and literally. And when they found me, or more accurately I found them, they didn't kill me like they had my compatriots. No, they locked me away, leaving me with my dreams, my plans, and my intellect but sealed away where I'd never see the light of day again. In some ways it was worse torture than the kind you could inflict on me.

There are people here with more power than me. After all these years, it's impossible to deny that. But don't you dare, for one goddamn second, tell me that I have no ambition, will, or power of my own. I would sink this world into fucking nothing if I had the chance. The reason I wasn't loyal to you is because there are a few others I would save before I did it, but the group of scum you'd assembled might have helped give me the chance. As I said, you're a powerful group, but you don't give a shit about me, so why should I extend the same courtesy?

[His voice has become savage, like he's spitting every word that comes from his mouth. He hadn't felt rage like this in a long time, not true rage, as opposed to the tantrums he was generally associated with. He hadn't been compelled to bare his teeth, to hiss instead of screaming. No, Dist is too angry for that. There's no need to put on a show.]

You no longer have anything to give me. You've exposed me as a spy, and so I don't have to pretend that I won't utterly destroy you, even if you enslave me now. Klaus freed me once, and others will do so again. That's what I have that you don't. You just openly admitted to me that everyone in your organization is a goddamn turncoat, and you know it. You never wanted me to exercise my genius, and a liar can't help but surround himself with liars.

I have no respect for liars. I keep my promises, and I made a promise to burn the lot of you to the ground. Like everyone else, you underestimate me. You don't take me seriously as a threat until it's too late.

Be grateful for this warning.

[The two had a lot to say to each other. Of course, it's doubtful that they looked at each other any differently. The Doctor still looked down on Dist, seeing him as nothing but a powerless worm than anything else. And of course, the Doctor was duplicitous scum who surrounded himself with others similar to them. There was no intimate loyalty that could be found in KINGDOM. Really, it was just a collection of cutthroat opportunists waiting to seize what they and they alone wanted. The Doctor knew this from the start. It was partly what he wanted to make things more interesting. In the end, he never cared much about things like camaraderie that Dist treasured. The Doctor was too distanced from all that to really care for the lives of others to that extent. As well as he could feign it every now and then.]

In return for power, they would give me power. I'd normally be concerned, but this is a world where death doesn't exist. As long as we can fight with each other another day after fighting against each other, it's a trifle. That's actually what KINGDOM really is. And beyond loyalties that can vanish with just a droning, this is what will bind us together: our individual ambitions.

It's not that we didn't choose to give a damn about you. You just gave us no reason to. ... Actually, yes, it's rather audacious of you to expect that we care about you when you weren't prepared to do the same. It's about sacrificing the thing you want in order to gain what you want. Dishonest as we are, I'd like to think we're good at providing that much.

Well, then. I'll take your warning to heart. Truly. And I hope to see more results in your next life.

[The Red Crystal materializes in the air next to the Doctor.]

It's going to come quicker than you think.

[Dist glances at the crystal, no longer particularly concerned with hiding from it.]

Are you going to get this over with quickly, or are you going to give yourself a power trip again?

Edited 2012-03-17 18:42 (UTC)

[The Crystal floats over towards Dist, shining brightly, spreading its maddening waves. Unlike the last time, Dist has become noticeably braver. Or perhaps he was just putting on a brave face. Either way.]

[The effects of the crystal prevent Dist from really analyzing where the feelings are coming from, so he doesn't have the luxury of doubting them. Instead, while he still has some semblance of clarity, he stands up, giving the Doctor what has to be the most venomous glare he's bothered with so far.]

There are some people in the world you can't fix. They're better off left broken and in pieces. I think I've been very generous with you up until now.

Yes. There's nothing you can do. Dist.

Liar.

[Just a simple declaration while he's still able to speak of his own free will. So simple, in fact, that it's both an accusation and a direct address to the Doctor, wholly defining him in one word.]

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