... Can't Claw Yourself Out ♋ [SpecialK]

Cancercuss and the Peacekeeper could hear the screams of a higher-pitched individual approaching the room they occupied in. Both of them looked at each other for a while. Drew buried his face in his hands as the official just folded his arms and rolled eyes. Shaking his head, the tanned Peacekeeper muttered about how the day was probably going to be long and full of action on his part. Judging from the storm of curses penetrating the door and walls, the day was really going to be long. "So glad we'll have her chained down for this..."

Even though put in charge for the interrogation, the tanned Peacekeeper did not watch as the female entered in and screamed her head off and spewed questions at them for dragging her in the Detention Center. He continued to look away, breathing in deeply. "Put her in the chair, please." With a nod, the one that brought the girl into the room shoved her into the chair and bound her legs to the chair. When he went for the arms, Cancercuss quickly put in a: "I got a special order for the hands. Do her arms with the table legs where I'm sitting at. Across the table. Need them spread out - especially the fingers."

As the man did as Cancercuss asked, the 18-year old jumped off the table and walked slowly over to the detainee. His fingers felt the smooth, cold surface of metal table, stroking while moving about. "Not like I understand either, but you're here on account of your... 'career' choice." Getting closer, the Peacekeeper picked up a sharpened scalpel, playing within the fingers. Neither did he smile or frown in doing so. "Prostitution. Selling the body. Sounds so... not good. Not that I'm going to question your morals, though. We're not here for that."

Standing over Celena, inspecting the scalpel, and turning the blade, Cancercuss was silent for a bit, refusing to look at her. "I'm... just given orders. Of course... anything you say or do could add on the punishment." In an arc, the Peacekeeper let the blade drop to a horizontal position, pointing at the woman. Twitch of a frown. From an angle, he could see the room door in the reflection of the sharp metal, casting an eerie look. Again, he could sense the eyes of the inspecting Peacekeeper without turning his head to him. Whatever to be jotted down, the man was watching for anything to report or comment on the 18-year old's progress.

"So, then, Celena. I'm... You can refer to me as 'Juliaust'. Feel free to tell me your reasons for selling yourself. I just... got to do some things to you."
Has to happen sooner or later, Drew.

Much to his chagrin, Drew received an asking from Celena. Looking over at the other Peacekeeper while she was talking, he could sense the displeasure in the other man's eyes. In the Detention Center, the Peacekeepers were basically the Gamemakers of the Hunger Games. This was their domain. One king on his throne was not to expect a mere low peasant to give him commands. Cancercuss let out in an inaudible sigh while twirling the sharp scalpel between the fingers. Practically, the sharp utensil was weaving through the digits much like yarn being knitted into a scarf, going over and under, a reflective wave of metal. Sometimes, the only light source in the room - a lone overhanging light bulb over the table - refracted from the blade, shooting a blinding gleam.

Even though being spoken to, Drew continued not to glance over at his detainee. His eyes fell at the scalpel, and he could see his own reflection, looking grim. "Can't... do that. I can't put this down." Twitching made a flicker of a frown appear on his face for a split second. "You made a career with your body... uh... and I have my own career. Here. And this is our place." Throwing another look at the other Peacekeeper, he was motioned to go on while the pen was being scribbled on the clipboard. No choice, I guess. No choice... Time to start.

Flipping the scalpel so that the blade was a flat surface, Drew finally took his first look at the detainee, all the while placing the blade right under her chin, as though she was resting on the cool metal. "You're a prostitute; I'm a Peacekeeper. Why are you trying... to tell me what to do? In my... our domain?" He never was a good talker, having hardly real experience conversing with others on an average level. Still, he tried to keep on sharing words to his best ability. "Can't combat us with logic, Celena Phillips. We're doing our job." Soon, the scalpel dropped from chin and laid on Cancercuss's side, blade going perpendicular to the floor. Sigh. "To ask that I put the knife away... that violates... uh... what I got to do. If it's your business to sell your body, it's mine to torture people like you."

"I told you to make this easier on me."

With speed akin to a striking snake, Cancercuss slashed across Celena's face in an x-like intention, deep, sure to cause great amounts of pain. Blood dripped from the blade. Brown eyes peered at the damage done, and the Peacekeeper's face tightened at the crimson that would pour down her face in a great stream. "I have to admit, you had a good face; but, unfortunately, I was told to go along with this. And more. Teach you not to commit further crimes against the Capitol. Even your pretty face wasn't good enough... to save yourself from what else I'm going to do." Drew turned to Celena while wiping some warm, red life on the table. "Can't sweet talk to me or anything. Just take it as is. And scream."

"Man, you're a talker. More action, less talking, would you?"

Drew turned attention to the overlooking Peacekeeper and the scribbles he continued to do. One long frown traced over Cancercuss's lips. He let out an apology and wiped more crimson on the table. "I'll get the hang of it. I'll need to, won't I...? It's only going to get worse from here on out for her." He got another shake of the head. I'm not that good talking anyways. Maybe this is for the better.

Blood on the table and the implements were given a twitch of a frown. By the orders of the higher-ups, Cancercuss was supposed to perform some gruesome tasks to the young woman. Not that he entirely enjoyed or disliked the actions, but they would be quite messy. When the 18-year old Peacekeeper turned eye to the other one jotting down notes, the man motioned the pen in a circle, a gesture to 'hurry up'. Drew was sighing a lot today. He felt both awful and somewhat glad. At the expense of others, I can get out of my cell. Fair enough, I guess.

Setting the scalpel back in place among the tools kit, the young Peacekeeper went to the next weapon: the knife. Compared to the sharp medical tool, the knife was obviously larger - in thickness and length - and refined. Like the scalpel, he could see his own reflection in the blade. One finger went over the flat surface, feeling the chill and smoothness. In slow steps, Cancercuss went over to Celena, a grim smile on his face. While hovering over her, the man said not a word to her, instead flickering a frown and raising the knife to cover half his face. Drawing out the suspense usually gets the prisoners. Even the man can't say no to this tactic. Though giving the female an x mark on her face, he had returned his memory to the papers and closed his eyes.

Drew neither smiled or frowned when the blade slashed across the girl's left eye diagonally. He continued to have his own eyelids closed as the knife dug into her left cheek deeply and slowly pulled to the right, crossing over the philtrum, and ending at the right cheek. In his head, he could imagine the amount of blood drawing out, akin to some gore-fest. Not to mention that he could smell the distinctive coppery odor. Drawing the weapon out, the Peacekeeper held in his breath and gulped down air, breathing out anxiously. Right after, he went to make a good cut on the nose; even the sound of the blade whistling through the air and blood dripping onto the floor was having such an imagination in his head. Cancercuss tried to calm himself by breathing even harder.

Much like the other weapon used, the man wiped the product of violence on the table, sighing. "Screams hurt..." Once he had gotten enough of the warm crimson off the metal, Cancercuss set the knife on the kit and picked up the scissors. His finger flicked at the blades, definitely not as sharp as the knife or scalpel. Unlike the two, the scissors could not reflect anything besides the color, scratched up and chipped in certain places. After looking at the pair for a while, Drew put attention onto Celena's fingers. Well, this is going to hurt now, isn't it? Oh dear...

Drew's eyes rested lightly on the scissors, playing with them, snipping the air. His chin was scratched at while peering at the blades and the snipping. Snip. Snip. Snip. Flashes of the wall in front of him would reappear and disappear. With each moment, the blinking of the eyes would be synchronized. All the while watching, Cancercuss's frown was extremely prominent, sighing to the sides. From the other side of the room, he continued to hear the scribbles of the pen in contact with the paper, hard and hollow from the clipboard. Cancercuss could feel the emptiness in the stomach gradually become bigger, resulting in him gulping as the throat was getting dry.

Calm... Be calm... With rigid movement, the young Peacekeeper walked over to Celena, slow-stepped. Along the way, deep breaths entered and escaped through the nose. Perceiving the other Peacekeeper tapping the writing tool against the board, Cancercuss grew a little more anxious. Words of the document he read before the interrogation repeated themselves in his head - much to his chagrin. I already did two of the requests. Now there is the other... Oh gosh. In each step over to the woman, Drew could hear his heart pounding less frequently, almost dying out in his head. One sweep of cold run through down to the fingers and hands while the rest of the body felt hot. More gulping though lighter.

Unconsciously, his teeth sunk themselves lightly into the bottom lip, not enough to draw blood. Now hovering over Celena, he took in one big breath and released. He submersed into darkness by closing the eyes. Snipping went through the air while he was silent and breathing in more calming air. Tapping from the pen helped in being the only talker in the room from the Peacekeeper side. During the emotional soothing period, Drew felt the changes toward physiological normalcy. He smiled - even if grim. Why do they have to break the law? I do too, but people like this girl here... Why are they so desperate when they have freedom? I don't; I'm desperate enough to do this.

Why, then?

Drew brought down a fist into one of Celena's hands and slipped the scissor blades under a thumb, into the teeth, ready to cut. His eyes were looking away from the woman. "You get what law-breaking gets you, don't you?" In slowness, the blades were drawing closer to the thick digit. "Not me that makes these punishments. I just... carry them out. It's all your fault for getting yourself in here. I don't... understand." His fist dug deeper in, and the scissors were slithering closer to the target. Once more, the Peacekeeper closed his eyes, but tighter than earlier. He gave a shook of the head and opened the scissors wider. Quick and powerful enough to cut but slow enough to hurt...

Not being able to see the world allowed ease to enter Cancercuss' heart. There was salvation to be had in shutting himself from the visionary sense; the anxiety was escaping through his breathing, and in came some relaxation. He fought against a desire to smile, twitching awkward lips. In imagination, the young Peacekeeper used imagery to see the inspecting official to be smirking or softly chuckling while jotting down on the clipboard. Nervousness had returned upon honing in on listening; the scribbles he picked up had turned into cacophonous screeching, to him, like metal grinding against a round stone; to this, the tan man tightened his eyes further.

Scissors shook. They hissed in creaking, opening their jaws higher. Rust collecting on the blades reflected their current desire. Though powered by the Peacekeeper's energy packed in the fingers, the pair of scissors seemed to be the driving force in the partnership between Drew and them. With him, the sharpened metal could deal major damage to a human being; they continued to laugh and creak with the piece of knowledge. Cancercuss imagined them taunting him as well much like the watching Peacekeeper's look of curling cynicism.

Celena spoke out suddenly in Drew's state of calmness. Immediately after she talked, the torturing Peacekeeper opened his eyes. He had, at first, cast a wide-eyed look at the female, and then his brows furrowed sharply down. There was no more shaking of the scissors; they stood high and proud, ceasing laughter. Cancercuss let nothing but sternness constitute his face, continuing to stare straight at the victim, completely void of a shred of emotional stability.

"From my perspective, you're no perfect person either. What right have you... to say that to me?" No more the scissors moved. "I already know what I am." In one quick motion, Cancercuss brought down the scissors to chomp, lobbing off Celena's thumb. Blood squirted onto the table and floor as the digit rolled away. Brown eyes did not bother to look away from the sight, nor did tan fingers want to wipe the warm, thick liquid off. "So hush."

Grabbing a knife from the set, Drew slammed down on Celena's other thumb. He did not want to walk to the other side; such a thing would be too slow with scissors. " 'Fucking monster'... You had a choice; now you deal with them..." Placing the tools back into the leather case without wiping them, the young Peacekeeper called out for the others to take Celena Phillips away. "Have fun with the rest of your life," the man said, the bitterness not holding back. When he turned to look at the other Peacekeeper, there was a deep smile on the older man's face behind the clipboard.

Drew looked away, a scowling look on his.