Death Game (Charade x Wolf) [+18]

[Charade]

Castiel sponged off his chest, wiping the dried blood clean off his chest, before dunking his hair in the water, wrapping the towel over it and drying it to a damp state. He threw the towel over his bare shoulders, little beads of water forming at the end of his hair, rolling down his face and neck. It was getting dark out, so he walked towards his bed and lit the candles, glancing at Akira, letting out a spiteful chuckle. "You know, you reek of judgement."

 

He walked over to the other and grabbed his jaw, forcing his head up, so their eyes met. "It really is quite disgusting, you know? Some spoiled little shit such as yourself, never got a taste of the real world, but still, somehow sees it in his place to have an opinion..." He laughed in spite again, looking up, then looking back down at Akira. "What is the point to someone like you? Why should you even have a right to exist? I've fought for my right the past 9 years, what the fuck can you do, Akira?" He spit the other's name out as if it tasted bad, narrowing his eyes. "You aren't a strong person. You aren't a smart person. Hell, I've known you for maybe an hour and you already bore the shit out of me, so tell me..." He leaned down, so the two were eye to eye. "What the fuck are you good for?"

[WolfDog12]

Akira hadn't been paying too much attention to the stranger so he'd easily been grabbed. Akira was at least polite enough to let the other finish talking before he let himself be as rude as his mouth would allow. "Shut the Fuck up!" Akira growled. "Look you asshole if you're so bored with me and you feel so strongly that I shouldn't exist then go right ahead and fucking kill me! You said you would if you got bored."

 

Just then Akira moved like a blur and gripped his blade by the handle before unsheathing it and slashing across the stranger's stomach. Akira was so pissed now he couldn't hold his silence any longer. This was the first time he'd wanted to kill someone so bad. Being in a death game really didn't help him contain his desire.

[Charade]

Castiel stumbled back, moving his hand over the cut across his stomach. He laughed spitefully, as blood slowly dripped between his fingers and onto the ground. With his free hand, he grabbed Akira by the collar of his shirt and threw him across the room, 'causing the other to slide across the floor and hit his head on the wall. Before he could get up, Castiel walked closer to him, and stood over him, squatting so he was almost sitting on the other's lap, keeping him in place. "Now you wanna get tough? And where was this feisty side before, hmm?" He grinned wickedly, wrapping his fingers around Akira's neck and standing up, holding the other up against the wall, lifting him just barely off his feet.

 

"You'd be pretty cute if you weren't so goddamn stupid," he said with a sinister chuckle, tightening his fingers around Akira's neck. "Or if you weren't so disgusting, but that's another thing entirely." He smiled, then went on to speak. "You're absolutely worthless. Nobody cares whether you live or die. But here I am, keeping you relatively alive," he smirked, tightening his fingers once again. "And you fucking cut me. So, before you try to do such a thing again, just remember..." he leaned in close, gently biting Akira's ear, then speaking into it, his voice low and emotionless. "I can do things to you that you've only seen in scary movies. Got it?"

[WolfDog12]

Akira had lost his grip on his weapon when he'd been kicked. He dropped the sword to one side and the death fell off to the other. He winced in pain after he'd hit his head on the wall. He reached up and rubbed the back of his head as the other crouched over him. Akira's eyes widened but he glared anyway as he was gapped around the neck and lifted off the ground. The male squirmed and struggled to try and get his feet back on the ground.

 

Akira made several choking sounds as the man tightened his grip. The teen looked down at the man weakly. What was he planning and why did he bother bringing Akira here in the first place? What was his motive? The silver haired teen really had no idea why this guy brought him. Other then tossing him around, the stranger never really did anything too weird. Akira partly wondered what he was talking about with the scary movie comment.

 

"W-why... d-did you bring.... me here?" Akira choked on his words barely able to speak from being chocked. He continued to struggle and squirm but he didn't fight back too much. He decided he'd behave for a little while until he could find a way to escape this place.

[Charade]

Castiel dropped Akira back onto the ground, walking away to clean his fresh wound. "Well, at first I thought I might keep you safe, with someone as weak and scrawny as yourself being thrown in here, that ain't too fair." He roughly scrubbed the cut with water, wincing just slightly. "But then, you had to start with this shit, so now I'm debating on if I should let you go, and have someone, or something, else kill you in whatever way, or if I should keep you here and do as I please with you." He grabbed an old rag and held it over the cut, running his fingers through his hair.

 

"I'll be honest, why I haven't killed you yet is as much a mystery to me as it is to you," he mumbled, before grinning and speaking in his usual sociopathic tone. "It isn't every day that someone like you shows up, so I'll probably just use you to satisfy my "urges", if you know what I mean, then dispose of you in the most painful way possible. That is, if you don't start behaving."

 

He stood up and stretched, turning to face Akira, smiling. "But after today's little stunt, I'm afraid you can't be trusted, so..." He grinned, grabbing a rope off the table. "Either I can tie you to a chair and you can sleep like that, or you can sleep in the bed with me, so I know you won't try to up and leave in the middle of the night. The choice is yours, but make it quick, because I'm tired, and sick of looking at you~" He smiled.

[WolfDog12]

What the stranger let him go, Akira fell to the floor coughing and gasping for air. As Castiel had sat down and begun to clean up the wound, Akira walked over and picked up His weapon and sheath, carefully putting it away. The male wasn't planning on misbehaving any more but in no way wanted to be so close as to sleep with the man. Akira weighed his options carefully before he looked towards the chair no longer making eye contact. This motion alone made him look sad and weak like a puppy being left out alone in the rain.

 

"I'll sleep on the chair," he mumbled quietly. Akira sighed and slowly walked over to the chair and sat down. He knew he wasn't going to sleep no matter where he slept so he simply took the option he could just quietly think to himself without worrying about the lunatic turning and slitting his throat while He rested. Akira kept his head down, his bangs shrouding his face in darkness. He had every intention of behaving for at least a day or two.

[Charade]

Castiel stood in front of Akira, looking down at him with a frown. "Come on, you look pathetic," he said, trying his damnedest to push any shred of sympathy from his mind, as he began tying Akira into the chair. "Seriously, it's fucking gross."

 

He walked towards his bed, stripping down to his boxers, before pulling on a pair of ratted up sweatpants. He looked down for a second, biting his lip, before grabbing a blanket, and approaching Akira gently throwing the blanket over the other's shoulders, wrapping it around him. "It gets really cold at night, you'll freeze to death," he mumbled, before grinning sadistically once again. "And you'll be of no use to me if you're frozen."

 

He walked back to his bed and fell onto it, staring at the ceiling. He poked the candle flame several times before pinching it out, rolling over and staring at the pitch black.

[WolfDog12]

Akira looked up at the man through his hair. There was definitely a human somewhere in that twisted brain of his. Akira looked at the blanket and couldn't help but smile a little. This man was kind of cute when he acted like a human. The teen leaned his head back and simply let his mind wonder where ever the hell it chose. He thought about Castiel for a long time about him seeming a little human, what he might be planning to do with Akira, and about the injuries he bore on his back. After several hours of thinking Akira's brain drifted towards his stomach and how he was hungry for not having eaten since the day before.

 

Akira wondered about why he was even in the death games but quickly, his mind was lost to his stomach again. It had been well past midnight and Akira decided it best to try and sleep. At least if he slept he'd be able to forget about his stomach for a while. He turned his head down towards the ground and rested his eyes. Akira couldn't help but re see the time when Castiel had shot the man right in front of Akira… What was wrong with that guy? And what was wrong with Akira… Why couldn't he think about anyone else?

[Charade]

Castiel laid on the bed, completely silent, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Memories came over him in waves, and every so often he would feel some sort of emotion. He didn't know what it was, but it made his stomach turn and his head pound. Akira's face flashed in his mind, every expression he had seen the other portray was filled with hate. It was a face that could smile, it was a face that probably had a great smile, even though Castiel had never seen it. But who could blame Akira for hating him already? It was a weird thing to think about. At one point, he had been a normal person. He knew exactly what Akira was feeling, up until the part where they met, but still he couldn't empathize.

 

He stood up, and walked to the door, his eyes already adjusted to the darkness. He made sure it was locked, reaching up to lock the highest lock, which he was sure Akira wouldn't be able to reach, before walking towards the chair, cutting the rope with a pocket knife before walking back to his bed, pulling the blankets over his head. Admittedly, yes, he was very lonely after 9 years of mindlessly killing everyone he came across. He did miss the simple, day to day human interaction, and here was someone he could interact with, but no. He didn't remember how to be human.

[WolfDog12]

Akira felt the presence approaching a he instinctively woke up. He was tired but he wasn't tired enough to sleep through someone getting closer and cutting the rope. It surprised the teen when he felt the ropes fall loosely around him. He turned his head and watched the dark figure moving in the shadows. He was hard to see but Akira wasn't horrible at seeing in the dark so he could at least see Castiel walk over to his bed and sleep. Akira smiled almost tempted to go over and lay in the bed with him. Akira brushed the notion away as quickly as he could.

 

The teen sat himself more comfortably in the chair still willing to behave and wrapped himself in the blankets. Akira closed his eyes and was able to manage to catch himself a couple hours of peaceful sleep. He was still pretty on edge so it was tough for him to get anything more then a couple hours. The next morning Akira woke up a bit later and probably would have slept even longer if he didn't hear Castiel waking and getting out of bed. Akira slowly opened his eyes to let them adjust to the light before he sat up and looked at his captor

[Charade]

Castiel glanced at Akira and scowled, grabbing his clothes from a pile. He walked to the corner and stripped completely naked, putting the clean clothes on, a black tank top and camouflage cargo pants, before walking over to the cage in the corner of the room, pulling a key from a necklace tucked into his shirt, unlocking the door and walking in. He grabbed a rifle, cleaned it, then began loading it, not looking up at Akira to speak.

 

"Did you get any sleep?" he asked, grabbing his throwing knives and strapping them around his leg, holding the rifle on his shoulders as he leaned against the door of the cage, looking at Akira, his eyes cold and hollow.

[WolfDog12]

"uh... Ya a little" He was honest about it and watched Castiel from the moment he'd walked over to the cage. Was he planning on using Akira as target practice? But wasn't this guy's aim already spot on? Akira visibly shook his head to get rid of the thoughts and he slowly rose to his feet. His resolution to behave was still in affect and he took the blanket and began folding it up. He never once turned his back to fully face the stranger. That could be dangerous.

 

Akira took the folded blanket and placed it on the bed before looking over at the man again. He stood in place as if waiting for instructions. Akira felt so awkward because he just wasn't use to taking orders from someone else. He clicked his tongue once while he thought about what he'd have to do. He was afraid of Castiel having weapons in hand but Akira didn't think he'd be killed. Not today or at least not at this moment.

[Charade]

Castiel watched Akira, amused. "Relax, I ain't gonna kill you just yet," he said, stepping out of the cage and locking it behind him. "Besides, shooting you isn't nearly as fun as the other things I could do to you." He smirked, back to his usual, sinister self.

 

"It also wouldn't be that fun if I let you starve to death," he said, pulling on a pair of black combat boots. He grabbed an empty trash bag, shoving it into one of his pockets, as he began unlocking the door. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you of what'll happen to that cute face of yours if you try anything stupid again, right~?" He grinned wickedly, opening the door and looking at Akira.

[WolfDog12]

Akira watched him a bit feeling only have relieved about not attempting to kill him. The problem was with these "other things" he mentioned. What other things could he do to Akira, at this point, that was more fun then playing around with him they way he had been. Akira was really frustrated but it didn't show at all. He kept a cute lost yet monotone look on his face.

 

"I'm sure I don't need to remind you of what'll happen to that cute face of yours if you try anything stupid again, right~?"

 

Yep, Akira was well aware this crazy guy would probably take one of those throwing knives to his face and to be honest He really wasn't up for that. Besides, Akira planned on behaving.

 

"Don't worry I understand and I'll stay right here until you return." He said it feeling a little defeated and he sat on the bed just looking over at Castiel. His mind did flash in surprise to how comfy this bed actually was. It didn't look it but this was a really nice and soft bed.

[Charade]

"Good," Castiel said with a smirk, closing the door behind him, as he ventured out into the forest. For just a moment, he wondered if he had been too rough with the other, but quickly ridded himself of whatever fraction of a conscience remained, as he aimed his rifle into the wilderness.

 

Grinning when spotted a deer, Castiel quickly pulled the trigger, sending the bullet to the side of its face, killing it almost immediately. He honestly didn't get any joy from killing animals, and on the rare occasions he did, generally when it was in self defense, it couldn't even compare to what he felt when he killed a person. Admittedly, he didn't even like killing animals, but he had to eat to stay alive, and even he was above cannibalism.

 

He walked over to the deer's dead body and lifted it up, slowly and gently putting it into the trash bag as he slung it over his shoulder, walking back towards his home. After about an hour, he returned, but he didn't go inside. Instead, he walked to the side of the building, to where he had already set up a miniature slaughterhouse. He hung the deer by its feet and began skinning it, cringing just slightly. He cleaned it thoroughly, then placed a tarp over the carcass, as he started a fire in a pit besides it.

 

Walking back to his house, he opened the door and stuck his head in. "Are you hungry?" he asked, the sincerity in his voice shocked even himself.

[WolfDog12]

Akira breathed heavily and leaned back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. He wondered if Castiel would come back with a human. He didn't seem like the type to eat another person but he was so insane anything could have been possible. Before Castiel had returned, Akira nearly fell asleep on the comfy bed. He jolted up and jumped away from the bed as fast as he could. He couldn't afford to fall asleep now. Not when he had no idea what could be in store for him. He sighed a bit and sat on the chair.

 

Akira had simply been cleaning his weapon trying to keep his mind off his stomach or on what kind of future lay ahead of him. The moment he heard Castiel near the door he quickly his his weapon again and jumped sitting in the same spot on the bed as he was when he'd been left. Akira looked over as the door opened and when he heard just the way this lunatic said the words it surprised Akira but also confirmed there was something there that was human wether or not he wanted it there was still completely up to him.

 

"Uh, Ya, I am…. Mind if I ask you a couple questions?" He glanced over nervously expecting to be shot down right away.

[Charade]

Castiel scoffed. "This ain't a fucking interview, kid," he mumbled, leaving Akira alone once again. He cut a chunk of meat off the animal, impaling it on one of the throwing knives, and holding it over the fire, until it was cooked completely. He grabbed wooden board -- which he had washed so many times it had become as smooth as a wooden cutting board -- and put the cooked venison on it, along with a small loaf of bread he had made a few days before, that he managed to keep fresh and was actually relatively good given the circumstances. He grabbed an extra canteen and filled it with water, before going back inside and putting the food and water on his bed next to Akira. Before the other could even speak, he quickly turned and left, to begin making his own food.

 

There was something about the lack of selfishness in this moment that bothered him. Castiel, of course, wasn't always completely self-centered, by dire times called for dire measurements, and he couldn't afford to give the smallest shit about anyone else. So, why did he even bother trying to take care of Akira? He was worthless, Castiel said so himself. Fuck him, right?

[WolfDog12]

Akira huffed irritably but quickly brushed it away with a sigh. He figured that would happen. He looked at the meat for a while still trying to determine if it was human or not. The only way to check was to look for the source. Akira got up and walked over to the open door. He walked out and towards the side of the house where Castiel was cooking. He only glanced around the corner and he saw the fresh skin of the deer. With that Akira quick turned right back around and went right back to his given meal. He sat back on the bed still hoping Castiel didn't actually see him when he went out.The teen dug into the food immediately and was really happy at how good it tasted. He devoured the meat and bread really quickly and then drank the water. He let out a sigh of relief that his stomach was now full.

 

He had only just started to down his drink when Castiel returned with his own food. Akira wasn't really paying him any mind as he focused on the water. When he finished he lowered his cup, then turned to Castiel. Akira still had questions for him and if Akira was going to stick around and just be obedient he was going to need something to work with.

 

He sucked in a breath and asked, "I just have three questions. Can I ask them?" He was stubborn at least.

[Charade]

Castiel sighed, frustrated. Jesus fuck, kid, do you ever give up? he wondered, picking at his food. He honestly didn't want to answer any questions, or even talk to Akira for that matter, because he loathed the way this person made him feel. It was weird, it was new, and he wasn't okay with it in the slightest.

 

"Make it quick," he scowled, the tone of his words sounding like poison. If poison had a sound, that is. Still, he figured if he didn't get this over with now, Akira would continue to harass him about it. For Christ's sake, I didn't even tell him my fucking name, he should get by now that I ain't answering any of his goddamn questions... Oh well, what the fuck else can you expect from a moron? He didn't know why his thoughts were so negative right now, he had no reason to have any special distaste for the other, but still. He was frustrated.

[WolfDog12]

"First, what is your name? I need something to call you by and second, what are you even planning on doing with me?" Akira didn't bother taking a break between the two questions to receive a response. He didn't want the stranger to answer one and just give up on willing to even listen to the second on. Akira looked sternly at the male really determined to get proper responses this time.

 

Akira figured he'd be shot down on both questions but he seriously needed to ask anyway. He wasn't going to just continue to hang out with someone he didn't know the name of and after nothing happening yesterday or this morning, Akira really had no idea when he'd be finding out his reason for being here. The teen sat completely still as if he'd frozen in time just so he could try and get the answers to the questions he'd asked.

[Charade]

"I already fucking told you, there's no reason for you to know my name," Castiel scowled. "And if you keep asking me, you'll fucking find out what I was planning on doing with you, understood?" He stood up, and grabbed the empty plates, storming out of the warehouse, to the side where he had his cooking supplies. There was a small pond by his house, which he submerged the wooden plates in, wiping all of the juice from the meat off, before putting them back where they belong.

 

Before long, he came back inside, and without a word, grabbed the bucket in the corner. He brought it outside a dumped the day old water out, filling it with new water from the pond, then brought it back in, slamming it on the ground. He dug through his drawers until he found a new, unused sponge, then threw it at Akira. "Clean yourself off, you smell like shit." He scowled again, though his cocky smirk returned shortly after. "And now. Unless you'd prefer if I did it for you~"

[WolfDog12]

Akira glared at him as his questions were shot down again. This guy probably didn't even have a name or he just forgot or something. The teen also began to question if this guy actually had any intentions or if he was just going to keep Akira around and threaten him until it became a useless threat. Akira also growled at him when the sponge was thrown at him. He got up quickly not even caring any more. The next moment he got he was getting out of here.

 

Akira's fire returned to his eyes but he was still doing as he was told and he walked over to the bucket of water. Akira pulled his shirt off and carefully removed his scarf keeping it even closer to him then his shirt. His body had several scars all over it and even one that looked like a tiger had clawed him on his back. He didn't even care. Akira quickly soaked the sponge and began to wash himself. He didn't care if Castiel was watching, he didn't even care that he was washing himself really hard. Akira was so pissed he wanted to just destroy this place and storm out.

[Charade]

Castiel sighed, sitting on his bed. He hunched over, resting his elbows on his knees and his hands on his hand, then stretched, leaning back on his hands. "Castiel," he said, his voice low and grizzly. "My name is Castiel."

 

He watched Akira out of his peripheral vision -- where did he get those scars? He almost wondered if he spoke too soon, saying that he was spoiled and didn't know what real life was. Either way, he didn't want to think about it anymore, there was no point dwelling on the past. He was here, and he had become what they would refer to, in civilization, as a serial killer. It almost made the bile rise up in his throat, because there was no denying the truth to that statement. He had killed so many people he had lost track, and he knew that he truly was, a monster. There was no convincing himself otherwise, and he didn't even care about convincing Akira otherwise. It was too late to turn back anyways.

[WolfDog12]

Akira stopped completely in the middle of washing one of his arms. He listened to the name and lowered his head smiling again. Akira really thought it was a nice name and after hearing it he resumed his washing slower and far more gently then before. When He'd finished Akira quickly dried off and put his shirt and scarf back on. He stretched out a bit before glancing back at Castiel over his shoulder. Akira wiped the smile off his face and walked over to sit in the chair. He sat so he could face the "not so much of a stranger."

 

Akira just realized he still had one question left and while still staring at Castiel he asked this without the intensity he had before with his other two questions. "Why did you keep me alive? I know you said you thought you could have fun with me but you so readily killed everyone else. So, why me?" Akira seemed to have low confidence in his life. He'd lived knowing his life was pretty insignificant but he wanted to have some purpose for still being alive.

[Charade]

"Can you just mind your own business? Please?" Castiel scowled, kicking his boots off, falling back onto his bed, his legs spread as he tapped his feet on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't need to explain myself to you," he mumbled, continuing to tap his feet to the beat of a song in his head.

 

He crossed his arms behind his head, sighing. "Even if I knew why, it's none of your concern. Just be thankful I haven't ripped your intestines out yet~" He looked over at Akira and smiled seemingly innocently. He swallowed the urge to ask about the scars, or to ask any questions for that matter. He felt nothing but apathy for the other, at least, that's what he had to go with.