Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

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Re: Small Heroes

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agony that suddenly scorched through my arm and quickly spread up over my body --
Excuse me. This isn't a particularly pleasant thing for me to remember, you understand. Even to this day I get associative tremors when I think about it. And I don't get tremors, so that says something.
I found out later that it was a chemical imitation of the neural hormone CC27-LX6. Or maybe it was LV6. I couldn't swear by it. It was meant to be mixed into a then-experimental form of nerve gas, which I am now, thanks to my early exposure, immune to. Thank you so very bloody much, OZ. By itself, though, it imitated the neural transmitters that carried pain signals to the brain. Normally, when some part of the body is injured, the local cells send out this chemical to the nerves, which reads it as a pain signal in the brain. Within a few minutes of being directly injected into the bloodstream, though, it was carried to every cell -- and, by intention, every nerve -- in the body.
The real kicker, though, is that the human body naturally has a limited amount of these transmitters. No matter how badly damaged the tissue is, after it's sent out its first wave, the levels drop off. That's the only saving grace to pain, that eventually it dulls.
Not that time. I couldn't see whatever machine they had me hooked up to, but it kept me pumped with that fucking poison pretty much constantly. It was a level of pain which I had never felt before and thank God that I have never experienced again. I honestly felt like I had been shoved into a pot of boiling water. It took all I had just to keep on breathing through it.
But despite anything else you might say about me, Duo Maxwell is one rock-headed, mule-hearted stubborn son of a bitch. Hell, you'd have to be, to get into my line of work. So when that sadist and his thugs asked me the same old questions I gave them the same old answers, just at a higher volume. It was easier to scream defiance than just to scream.
Now, I think they were getting annoyed with me; they hadn't thought that their pet experiment would fail as well. At the least, I heard frustration and irritation in the voice of the ranking guy; the thugs that had brought me here weren't saying anything. I think they might have been made a little uncomfortable by the way things had turned out. That's fine. They can share their uneasy feelings with St. Peter when he calls them up for an explanation.
I admit I sort of lost track of time there, but I think it had been a little under an hour when the commanding guy gave him. Chair legs scraped across the floor as