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[hintcoinplz]

Who: Luke, Slugger, Tiffany, and open to whoever knows about the Hall of Doom

What: Luke's being held captive in the Hall of Doom to keep him from going on a murder spree.
Where: The Hall of Doom
When: During Murderfield
Warnings: Violence

[Luke knew Mrs. Johnson taking over was bad news, and it didn't take long before she proved him right. The morning of the dronings, Luke found himself unable to control any of his movements, but he was very much aware of what was happening to him the moment he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a large knife out of the drawer.

The first thing he does he make his way around the house, seeking out any of his family still hanging around.

Someone help.]

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Outside the Hall of Doom

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[Luke's armed with a knife. He'll be seeking out anyone to maim or kill.]

R-run, I can't control myself! Run!

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger appears from thin air a second too late to hear Luke's warning, but he doesn't need a warning to see what's happening here. Johnson had gotten Luke just like she had the others he'd previously encountered. The first thing he does, of course, is draw the unwilling-killer Luke's attention to himself before his rampage takes him any further away from home.]

Luke! Over here!

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[And at the sound of Slugger's voice, Luke unwillingly charges after him instead, his knife raised. In a way, Luke's a bit relieved that it's Slugger that got his attention first. After all, Slugger knows how to deal with this sort of thing - he stopped him when he was first droned before.]

Y-you've got to knock me out, Slugger! M-my body's moving on its own!

[strike_you_out]

It's Mrs. Johnson! [You know, in case you were wondering.

As Luke charges toward him, Slugger quickly begins backing away in the direction of their house. He stays out of reach for the most part trying to shield himself however he can with the side of his bat, but the knife manages to slash him across his fingers regardless. Rather than spurts of blood, a thick black ooze rises from the wound.

However, Slugger doesn't appear to care. The last time something crazy happened, he'd failed his self-appointed responsibility to look after Luke. But this time would be different. This time he knew what to do.]

[hintcoinplz]

[Luke sees the knife slash Slugger's fingers and looks horrified.]

I'm sorry!

[But he'll continue to charge at Slugger, slashing wildly.]

[strike_you_out]

Huh? Oh. It's fine.

[In fact, the cut's mostly gone by now. It hurt but not nearly as much as what Luke's about to experience. Hitting someone in the head who's wildly brandishing a weapon at you isn't exactly easy, but he's discovered a way around this.

One moment he vanishes from Luke's sight; the next is instantaneously followed by a blow to the back of Luke's head, Slugger now standing behind him with his bat outstretched.]

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[Luke would be thankfully, but he only feels a split second of pain before tumbling forward. As soon as he hits the ground, he's out like a light.

He won't be getting up anytime soon.]

[strike_you_out]

[Oh, he'll be getting up. As in lifted up and over Slugger's shoulder like a wet towel. From there on he'll be taken home and into what once functioned as Edward's Hall of Doom. It's the safest place he can think of to keep Luke restrained.]

/thread jack :P

[witchofthechalk]

[Tiffany is returning from her own duties of knocking someone out. Which is why she's carrying a cast iron frying pan as she comes across them.]

Oh dear, not Luke as well?

[strike_you_out]

Better him than Susan.

[Because, seriously. And down to the basement he goes, just like old times whenever one of them was droned. The rope is still down here where it usually is and he grabs it on the way to the lair's not-so-secret entrance.]

[witchofthechalk]

[That is true. She'll follow him down there to help tie up the not!brother up.]

Inside the Hall of Doom

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[After being taken care of by Slugger, Luke will be tied to a chair and will remain there until Mrs. Johnson's experiment wears off. His body's still fighting to get up and resume killing, if the red lines around his wrists where he's rubbed them raw are any indication.

His head's pounding, and it doesn't seem to be going away.]

[witchofthechalk]

[Someone is on Luke watching duty. Tiffany has come back from knocking Germany out with a frying pan. So she's sitting next to Luke, frying pan off to the side, and double checking her medical supplies.]

Any better Luke?

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'm not killing anyone, that's something, right?

[His wrists are sore and his head's killing him. But as long as he doesn't go after anyone, it's fine.]

[witchofthechalk]

It's something but it's not what I meant. You didn't seem too badly damaged when Slugger brought you here, but I'm quite sure being knocked out like that hurt.

How is your head?

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My head feels like it's killing me.

[He'd rub it, but...tied to chair.]

[witchofthechalk]

I can remove the pain if you'd like.

[She's not sure whether or not losing the pain would help or hurt his ideas of trying to kill them.]

[hintcoinplz]

I'd really like that, thanks.

[He sighs.]

That Mrs. Johnson woman...I knew her taking over was bad news.

[witchofthechalk]

She seems like an older version of Lucy.

Alright, do your best to hold still.

[Tiffany moves to the side after she says that. Holding her hand out she begins to find a balance. As she draws out the pain from him, his head will hurt less and less.

Luke can't see, but the pain forms a small ball of energy in the air that Tiffany then transfers to the floor of the lair after she collects it all. She sits down after that.]

How do you feel now?