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Started January 17, 2022 by Deleted user

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Ah what a sight to see. His eyes observed the hero, taking in every single bruise and cut on him. The way the gag was tied around him. How he was chained up. Claude could not help but sigh at the sight he was witnessing. With his arms at his side, he began to walk around still watching and observing. No way is he going to kill El Musico. No, not at all. He could not get over what he had done to him or what his eyes were witnessing. It is like the art that is hung up in museums. Art that he made himself. The fact made it all but more pleasing to him. Oh how pleasing it all is to him.

The screams still rang in his ears. Oh how he still gets shivers about it too. Or hearing the cry as the hero tried to speak. Claude is not able to get over any of it. He wants more. He wants to experience it all again even though it had only been shear moments since it all happened. Wiping his robes, he looked down to see some red stains on it. The corners of his lips turned down as his fists clutch. It took him some time to calm down, but when he did, he looked over at El Musico then walked over to the hero.

Once again, he knelt down. This time though, he decided to remove the gag. It remained around the hero's neck like a necklace. His finger gently traced along the side of the hero's neck. "You know, I really hate it seeing my finest clothes be ruined by you. You are quite messy, even to my standards," He said before snickering. Leaning in, he moved his lips to the hero's ear. "Your vocal chords didn't rupture did they?" Claude whispered. "It would be a shame. I cannot get enough of your screams. Sure, your words do amuse me as much as they anger me, but those screams of yours. They are art in themselves, I must admit."

"Ay yi yi, you love to hear yourself talk, do you not? It makes my ears bleed, this is worse torture than even fighting you. You're so boring." Bruno spat out, swallowing as he waited for his inevitable punishment. He knew Õudne would probably hurt him for that remark, now that he was under his power, but he still felt like annoying the man. Damn him and his loud mouth. "Nothing you can do to me will truly hurt me. You and I know that well." well, there was one thing. His familia, his kin. He couldn't bear to see them hurt, that would mean he had truly failed. Fortunately, they had fled the continent before this debacle, they were far from Master Õudne's clutches now. But Gabriela… she was always strong willed, and what of that? What if she came back? She had the gift for music, just as he, with no idea how to control it. She'd get them both killed one day.

There was no trace of an expression on his face. Nothing. Claude wondered if it was even worth it removing the gag; it should be entertaining to him. If it was with all those fools from the labs or government officials, it should be with his enemy. His hand twitched, wanting to do something to the hero for saying such things, but he decided to not do anything right away. On the other hand, the last thing El Musico said was kind of funny. Kind of repetitive in his opinion, and yet, still very amusing to him. "Ahhhh, I am glad to hear that you can still speak… Really? That is such a bold thing to say in all honesty," He hummed. "Well, I do enjoy talking. My voice is a wonder, so I'm going to keep talking. There is always something, Musico. Always something that breaks a person down so they are nothing but vulnerable, their true cowardly selves. One time I had gotten the head of the Eternal Solution Labs, and for him, it was his reputation. My life was his work, even the one he stole, so I ruined it along with everything else, completely crushed him. Of course I made him a bloody mess, but you know all about that. I won't do the same to you. I need to figure out what I should do to you."

Bruno shrugged. "I doubt it. If you do manage to crush my soul, though, feel free to kill me after. I doubt I'll be much worth to you after that point, eh Señor Õudne?" he laughed, hoarsely, and shook his head. "No, you will keep me alive, and if you crush anything that is worth anything to me I will likely give up. I will be useless, and you will be out of an unwilling subject for you to express your violent tendencies on." he said. He then stopped, realizing he himself was talking too much, and instead directed his attention to his bloodstains on Õudne's clothing. "Hmm." he observed, feeling sick but not saying so. He might as well vomit on the man's feet, if only to piss him off and to relieve the tension in his throat. Or maybe not. But he couldn't control that, and so thus he coughed up chunks of blood and stomach acid onto the villain's feet. He wondered what he should say next, but all he could muster was a sarcastic "My apologies."

All Claude did was hum at the sound of the hero's hoarse voice. He was trying to think of what to do next but his attention went to what the hero had to say. El Musico was right; he has to keep the bastard alive. Life is more interesting having someone to throw around like a useless doll. Sure, he can get as many dolls to throw around and torture as he likes, but he wants to use El Musico as much as he can. There's something about humiliating the one who's humiliated you countless of times. He is his enemy after all. Looking down at his shoes, his brows furrowed together. At least his shoes were not white, though it was annoying now that he has to throw them out; he is already pissed about the silk robes being ruined. Somehow a giggle escaped from his throat, although he was not sure if it was forced or not. The sarcastic apology was funny to him, more so annoying nevertheless.

Clearing his throat, he waved his hand, summoning a soul. It was a black orb with a mist like tail that followed it. Although it did not completely remove the blood and stomach acid from his shoes, it was better than nothing. He picked the soul up and with a twist of his wrist, it was gone. "I like other things splurging onto me, but I wouldn't do it on these shoes. I just got them recently." He disappeared then teleported behind the hero. Then he began to pace around the cell. "I could get more muses, but none of them would ever be like you. I like having a complete bastard who sings. You make lovely music when I hurt you. It was more than enjoyable destroying that guitar of yours too; surprising how that did not completely destroy you."

Bruno cackled, still weakly as his voice was broken. “You think a guitar breaking would hurt me? I can get new guitars. But some things, you cannot replace.” Bruno had to admit he didn’t like the destruction of his abuelito’s guitar, but he could deal. His abuelito was long dead, at any rate. He sat back against the stone wall, resting his head. He needed to think, needed to figure a way out of here. “Could you at least give me a nicer room? Possibly with a bed? I don’t particularly care for this bleak cell.”

"Well everyone holds something very dear to them, even if it is something as stupid as a guitar. Children, pets, cars, books, awards, rings, certain places, I've learned over the years that people tie their hearts to the most useless of things. Makes no sense to me." He shrugged. It really is foolish to him personally. Then again, he is very upset about his clothes, but they are very smooth and expensive silk. Not to mention they look amazing on him. Silk robes are better than whatever sentimental thing anyone could ever have.

Claude placed his feet together, slowly turning to look at El Musico. He tilted his head as if he never saw the hero before. "Why should I even consider any of that? I was in a cell like this too. There was an annoying bright over-light that never went out. Be thankful that I didn't install one of those. Be grateful for once."

Bruno shrugged. "I simply do not like being in here. And if I do not like something, I am quick to try and change it. You know how many scholarships I funded, you know my history with my community." he said. "I don't see why you choose to be so unkind. You don't need to be so sadistic." he added. He didn't like cruel people just as much as he didn't like people having others be cruel to them. He wanted to make this world better, especially to people who he had been, once. "I mean, you have great powers. You could choose to hurt bad people. Like politicians. Or police. Anyone who uses their powers to hurt others. I have done nothing to you, you know my code. No severe bodily harm, no death, and no general harm unless unavoidable." he said. Sure, he'd threatened to put Õudne in prison many times, but usually he just let him go with a warning so Õudne didn't even have that to hold against him.

El Musico's words were amusing enough for him to snicker at them. Some of them sounded like thing he would say, although if he doesn't like something, he will change it. Though Claude does not understand why he doesn't need to be cruel and sadistic. It's not his fault. It wasn't him to initially made him the way he is now; it's all those cowards that kept him locked up in that glass cell in the lab, using him, torturing him. As childish as it may seems, he covered his ears. He doesn't like listening to cacophony and the same words that he has been by the same idiot for spirits know how long. After rolling his eyes, he let his hands drop to his sides. "I do choose to hurt bad people, you're just too narrow-minded to see why they are bad. They all deserved it and they still do. They were the ones who made me the way I am. I did not do any of this. It's all their fault. They took whatever I had and made me their toy so now they are all my toys. Even in death, they are all my toys." He brushed more strands of hair away from his face. "You have done a lot to me. You've done a lot as much as all those dead pricks had. Plus, you've ruined my clothes. Such a maniac."

"What have I done to you? I've foiled a few schemes, yes, but to protect you from harming innocents. I've ruined your clothes, so what? You can replace them. I've said you should seek therapy, and that I am no therapist to help you but that I could recommend you some? What, that's suddenly some grievous offense? Not liking death, even if someone arbitrarily or objectively deserves it?" Bruno said, anger coursing through his veins. This was the first time in a while he'd been angry, and it was because… "You're a child, Õudne. You act like a child, you think the world is your playground to stomp through and ruin without worrying about all the other kids. I swear, when I get out of here, I'll make sure you regret everything you've done."

"You weren't protecting innocents! You never were! They are all horrendous! They made me what you see standing right in front of you. They took away all that I've known. I don't even know what I've had or who I was because that's how terrible they all are," He argued. Whether he liked it or not, his body was beginning to tense up. His hands froze at his sides. Claude was stuck in place as if he were some sort of statue. Oh spirits, this isn't fun. Now he really does wish that he never removed the gag. He could just do it now, but he wants to win this. Besides, he isn't sure what's flowing through his veins but it's making him appear to not move really. He hates it.

Speaking of hate, he covered his mouth as the hero continued to speak. Claude turned to face away from El Musico. His shoulders lightly bounced as he quietly chuckled yet his amusement did not last for long. The sound of his heart beating rapidly filled his ears. He clenched his fists as he moved to look back at the hero. "A child? I've never been a child, Musico. I don't ever remember being one. I just woke up one day as a thirty two year old man. A handsome one nevertheless." His tone was normal. His face was motionless, but his eyes were lit with anger. "Really? You're going to get out of here?" He gasped. "No….No you won't. Last time I checked toys cannot move unless they have batteries. You do not have batteries, Musico. No no no no no no. Besides, what regrets would I even have? There's nothing in here." He slammed his fist above where his heart is. "Nothing. If it weren't for those doctors, scientists, therapists, government officials….maybe I would have something there, but you are years and years and years too late for that. Too late you are, sadly, I suppose."

"You're insane, man. You don't even stop to consider what you've been doing! If I woke up like you I'd be angry too, but I wouldn't turn into some sort of sick puppeteer man that can't even speak without sounding infirm! Loco! You're like my abuelito when he died, he could barely speak, barely move, couldn't do anything but babble on about the past! He was a good man, unlike you. He would have greeted you like a son, and I would do the same if you just took a step back and saw yourself!" Bruno shouted. He struggled against his chains, tried to stand, but couldn't. He fell back against the wall and sighed. "I am sorry they hurt you. I am sorry you have become this. But you could change, if you only tried. Vulnerability is no weakness."

For once, Claude was genuinely confused as to what he was being told. Seriously. He was not faking the sudden disappearance of his anger or the slight tilt of his head or even the few small steps he made closer to the hero. Hell, even his widened pupils were not fake. No, it was all done out of pure curiosity and confusion. It seemed as if all that El Musico was saying had passed over his head. Did it truly go over him though? He is not sure. How scary that fact is to him.

The past is all he knows. Anything after that, he is still reeling in. His start as Master Õudne, the killings, becoming Claude Yoon….it still feels like that all had happened yesterday. But he is not going to say that. No. Why should he even consider telling a useless hero about any of it? Musico will never understand any of it. Besides, why would such a villain, a god, unravel himself the way a pitiful human would? What benefit would it bring to him? He cannot just ignore all that he had done. He cannot change after already changing multiple times before. Who even knows how many times he's changed before he was Master Õudne and Claude Yoon?

"Vulnerability is insanity. It is pure madness and I never want to go back to such a state as vulnerability. Why do you want me to become worse than I already am? Is that even possible? Change is insanity too. All you talk about is insanity. Are you sure you are not the one who needs to do all of this? You are a complete lunatic who should not be talking this much after I just thrown them around like a doll. Ah you never learn," He nodded. Extending his right arm, he pointed at El Musico. "You are insane."

Bruno coughed, and blood came out. “Well, maybe I am insane. But a broken clock is right twice a day, at the very least. And I have a feeling you’re not telling me everything.” he said, bringing himself to smile for the first time in hours of this horrible situation. He wanted to understand Õudne, even if the villain would never truly see eye to eye with him. He wanted to help the man, too. “If we’re going to keep on like this, we may as well introduce each other. I’ll go first, even. If you’d like.” he said, wiping the blood away from his mouth and onto his sleeve. “We might even get along well, if the internal bleeding doesn’t kill me first.” well, there was a reason he was coughing up blood, and it wasn’t fainting lady disease. He assumed it was grave injury, that only a decent surgeon could fix. And he’d been sitting with the pain for a while now, just waiting until the pain killed him or losing his entire supply of blood did. He needed to live, and he could heal himself a little with his music, but only a doctor or Gabriela could even attempt to fix this.

Claude could not help but make a grimaced look, watching as the hero smiled. It was disgusting. "Are you sure? How do you know? I am telling you all that I know," He said. Lies, but what else could he say? Musico does not deserve anything from him. Not the truth or anything about himself that he made sure he buried six feet under. Nothing. He shook his head. "Enemies never get along. We hate each other and I prefer that, I like it that way." He scrunched his nose while watching the hero.

"Internal bleeding…." He whispered to himself. A light bulb must have gone off when he had said that, but he is not sure why. Usually people who have internal bleeding have an average of five minutes to live. That is not long, it is not enough. An aching feeling had come over him. Whatever it was, he had to get rid of it. It was one of the scariest things he has ever felt. But how could he get rid of it?

His attention fixated on El Musico, on all the blood all over the place. Out of nowhere, he just snapped and began to undo the chains. Claude has no idea how to explain it, but sometimes his mind knows what he's doing but he doesn't. Sometimes he goes blank while his mind does all the work. Usually things end up fine, more so beneficial to him, so he really is not worried about it. Freeing a hero that he had finally defeated then picking said hero up is worrisome to him. But as he teleported the two out of the cell and walked up the stairs onto the elevator, he supposed that none of the worry really mattered. "Don't talk or I will make it long and painful as I like," He mumbled. "I am too lazy to go through all the work to make someone else useless right now."

Bruno didn’t struggle nor did he try to escape. He was in no shape to. Honestly, with all the torture he was surprised the music in him had kept him alive this long. “What… what are you doing? Just gonna throw me out when things just started to get interesting, huh?” he asked, holding close to the villain if only to keep from falling and getting further injured. It wasn’t as if he had any other reason to be this close. He hated Õudne, hated him to his core, but just because you hate someone doesn’t mean you have to fight them. He doubted Master Õudne was going to try and save him, he wasn’t worthy of that in the man’s eyes apparently. Or at least, so he thought. “Well? Anything to say for yourself?” he was blatantly ignoring the no talking rule. If he died this way, well, at least he would die without too much shame to his name.

In all honesty, he is only doing this to get the weird feeling to disappear. He doesn't like it. With his left elbow, he pressed the button to the top floor which is where his personal rooms are at. Most of the ones below have to do with Vahel, but no one really needs to know that. No one has access to all the floors except for him. Thankfully no one really bothers to ask, yet why is El Musico even bothering to speak right now? Didn't he just ask for him to not say anything seconds ago? Heroes, they are only good and listen to rules when it's convenient for them.

"Of course not, but if you really want me to, I will. Just shut up." His eyes were glued to the floor indicator, watching as they went up each floor. It was not long before they reached the top floor. Claude bit the inside of his lip in response to the hero's question. He said nothing while stepping out into the hallway. Whatever is going on in his mind had taken over him. "I am still going to poke you with needles if that's your concern," is all he managed to mumble while walking inside a room.

He is not sure why he has a mini operation room, but he has had it for a few years now. Especially with some of the cuts and injuries he's gotten fighting, he knew he would need something of the sorts. Besides it is fun to help take away pain as much as it is to inflict it. The urge to just drop Musico onto the hospital bed was itching him, but he just sat him down nicely. "No talking. Focus on breathing and dying," He said while pacing around the room. He gathered up things then sat them down on a mini desk beside the bed. Then he walked over an IV pole and turned on the vitals monitor. "No talking."

Bruno laughed, and that surprised even him. "You're a funny man, Señor Õudne. Breathing and dying, yes, I will do that." he said, lying back as he was operated on. "Any chance you could get me top surgery while you're here? I had a consult scheduled literally just today, but of course you had to take over the world." he said, trying to keep the mood light as the villain worked. He watched closely, Õudne seemed to have a good understanding of the medical world. Probably from being tested on day and night at the facility he'd been taken to.

Claude had stopped for a moment as he got the IV fluid bag ready. "Je ne sais pas," He said, blankly staring at El Musico. He attached the bag to the pole, then connected the bag to a tube. The robes kept getting in the way of what he was doing so he took them off and kicked them to the corner in annoyance. Sitting down on his swivel stool, he grabbed a pair of new gloves and an alcohol wipe. He took Musico's right arm then looked for the vein near the above elbow area. Wiping the alcohol wipe, he whispered, "Prick," then placed the IV needle in. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at the vital monitor. "I should give this idiot oxygen. Hm? Should I?"

“What exactly are you putting in me? Medicine wise, I mean. IV fluid is all good and well, but I don’t want something that will make me like, hallucinate talking horses or something.” he joked. “And yes, please, oxygen would be nice. Breathing, and continuing to breathe, is good.” Bruno said, not moving too much. He could escape on his own time, that wouldn’t be too hard. He’d escaped Õudne’s traps before after all.

Not bothering to get up, Claude rolled over to the other side of the room. "I do not have any hallucinogens, especially any to administer to you through IVF, if that's what you're wondering." He rolled over the oxygen tank and sat it down on the right side of Musico. "Moderate to severe internal bleeding requires the administration of vitamin K, frozen plasma, blood, platelets, and such," He explained while putting the oxygen mask on. "Sometimes a high amount of electrolytes can be administrated too, it really depends on how severe the bleeding is. Then there is also checking on the bleeding through scans and ultrasounds. If the bleeding stops, then I won't have to preform a surgery or anything." Claude positioned himself so he could keep an eye on the hero but easily look at the vitals monitor. He crossed his arms and yawned. "Now don't be stupid. Just relax and breathe."

"Wow, you sure know a lot of fancy doctor-speak. Well, can't argue with that." Bruno said. He was starting to feel sleepy, and more in pain than ever. His music was failing, he probably only had about ten minutes until he passed out. He closed his eyes, he didn't want to go to the effort of keeping them up any longer. He listened to the villain work, however. He seemed weirdly guarded, cautious even, like he didn't want to lose Bruno if that feeling was even possible for a monster like him.

Claude said nothing for a few moments. There was really nothing for him to say. Well, he could say one of his typical insults, but there will be plenty of other times to do so. He just went on with treating the buffoon of a hero, doing everything else in order to take care of the internal bleeding. It is like second nature of him; it's very strange given that he's Master Õudne and all, but he shrugged the idea off.

"It's not 'fancy doctor-speak', everyone knows it," He said while applying medicine on a wound. "You're just stupid, Musico. Thankfully I don't know how to cure stupidity. Toys don't really have a brain you know, or don't know." Claude turned to the side and yawned before staring at the vitals monitor.

Bruno rolled his eyes. "Jesus, I was just trying to be nice. And you may as well call me Bruno, if I'm to be trapped here with you." he relaxed as Õudne worked on his wounds. "That's my real name." why he was revealing that Bruno had no idea, but he did feel like he would trust Õudne more if he knew that, even if the man didn't return the courtesy.