Description: Adon is just a lonely, single JAGGA looking for a little tender loving care. Imagine his surprise when the waify, young Freeman slinks into his hospital room late one night, ready to give him the special 'Freeman' treatment! NSFW!
Cause of Death: Suicide
The dreams of a sleeping emperor dance with fanciful power trips. Adon was a wounded beast, yes. But his dreams showed that he was as a caterpillar, resting. Waiting. Transforming within, to be reborn. Yes, he had lost against Sagat and Ryu. But he dealt the ultimate in parting blows. The most delicious power. He wanted to get a rise out of Quon.
But he got so much more.
Suicide. The boy actually went up and killed himself. Like a coward. For all his strength, for all his self-proclaimed power, he was a coward at heart. Just like Adon thought. He was always running away from responsiblity, just like Sagat. Responsible for the deaths of the cupcake crowd? He would escape responsiblity from that too. That is why the emperor had only one dream, this late night.
Watching Sagat kill himself over Quon.
The morphine likely helps Adon along with his dreams, settled on a mundane hospital bed with leather restrains binding wrists, ankles, and across his chest. Machines monitoring his vitals gently beep, a few muted lights glowing in the otherwise dark room. The curtains are mostly closed, showing the Thailand night. The door directly opposite Adon's bed has a small window, showing the gentle glow of the flourescent lights in the hall. Perhaps not having one's jaw shattered would be on most people's lists, but it could add an edge of flavor to the entire experience.
But a more immediate question is how perceptive Adon is. There is a peculiar chi starting to suffuse the area. Something dark and cold, huddling in the darkest corners. And then the black silhouette of a tall, lean person is standing outside the hospital room door. Nothing can be seen of him, features completely blackened in shadow, in sheer defiance of the humming lights beyond.
And then, a loud series of pops. POP! POP! POPPOP! The hallway goes dark.
Something was wrong.
Adon groggily opens his eyes. Something had interrupted that greatest moment in the dream. That was the moment. Watching tears stream down Sagat's eye. Putting a gun to his head. Writing in his suicide note how wonderful Adon was, and how terrible Sagat was to abandon him, to abandon all of Muay Thai. Then he would weep tears that he could never confess to Adon that Adon was the greatest, and how stupid he was to shift his attention away from Adon. And that Adon had the largest penis of them all. Lo, right before the trigger was pulled.
And something woke him up from that.
Muttering, Adon stares into the shadows, the painkillers numbing his senses. Someone had appeared to him in the night? "Sagat...?" He begins, before shaking his head. "No, no... Johann!" Adon yawns, instinctively trying to sit up... before the strapped jerk him back down. "Arrgh! Hmph. What is so important to to bother ME at this hour, Johann!" Adon narrows his eyes, trying to focus on the figure.
This is certainly not Johann's chi. Whether Adon is sufficiently perceptive, either naturally or while drugged, is another matter entirely. Nobody says a word in response. A few moments later, the doorknob rattles and begins to turn. Slowly, slowly. A dull click follows, somehow loud in the hymn of beeps from the hospital machinery. Then it pushes inwards, hinges creaking and groaning in a slow, aggravating fashion. But all that is revealed is the linoleum tiled floor and another closed door opposite. Broken glass and a mist from the broken flourescents is settled in the middle.
Nothing else comes of it for almost thirty seconds, outside that oppressive, peculiar energy continuing to thrum. Adon might actually find some kinship with it. It is violent. It is murder. A pure, distilled essence of both.
Footsteps are heard. But to Adon's right. Stepping from the darkness is a figure so lean that he seems taller then he is. Narrow shoulder and slender limbed. Wearing a simple janitorial outfit, of tan shirt and pants. Crudely dyed red hair hangs before his face, completely concealing his features.
Attention, however, is not on Adon. Fingers run along the IV line that leads to the morphine bag. "I enjoy hospitals... the essence of agony and joy. Life and death. Where people are piled like sardines, waiting for the end while new lives and new futures are birthed right next door..."
Dread.
The aura that was enveloping Adon was dread. This wasn't Johann. The red hair was there, but hte frame, the profile. The prescene. Johann's presence was soft, kind. Friendly even. But this?
This was terror.
But what could it be? Adon lifts up his arm again, still strapped down. Leaning forward, he peers into the darkness harder. And he sees that it is only a janitor. The Emperor laughs to himself. "KYA HA HA! Why, you also startled me!" He begins, until he approaches the IV line. Running a finger along it. The strange, alien dialouge.
Something was wrong.
Looking up at the man warily, the Emperor hides any dread in his heart as he always had: With that arrogant, toothy grin. Despite the pain-killers, and the late hour, he hisses out at the stranger who had entered his sanctum. "Who dares disturbs the slumbering Emperor?! Tell me your name! Have you come to BASK in the glory that is I! ADON! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!? Or simply to ANNOY ME! Where is my nurse?!"
"Your nurse? Ah. Yes. She asked me where I was going. She was... relentless. She simply would not leave me be."
A hand slips into Freeman's pocket. It comes out covered in blood. He is holding something, but what it might be is impossible to immediately tell. It is dropped on Adon's chest. Still warm, and very wet. Stinking of blood.
"So I made it so she could no longer talk."
Fingers return to the IV, a streak of red running along the transparent tube. And then he yanks sharply at the base, where it attaches to Adon's IV. The painkiller begins to drip on the floor instead, slow and regular, faintly audible if one's ear strains.
"I hate these machines, however. Befouling the purity of pain and death. Drawing out what is natural...!" Another yank, taking off the wires attached to Adon's body at the machine. And then the pulse monitor on a finger. Alarms begin to ring shrill in the air, surprisingly loud. But the nurse who should be monitoring them and signaling for the emergency team of doctors is no longer amongst the living.
Murderer.
Adon was wearing the title around his neck, with the death of Quon. But he could have killed the boy with his own hands. He could have broken him in the ring. And he just couldn't. Violent, yes. But a murderer? Adon was far from it. That is why he couldn't deal with the cupcake crowd himself. So when he feels that sopping wet piece of flesh dropped on his chest...
His eyes goes wide.
Adon begins to struggle harder against the straps. The accursed binds, meant to protect the nurse, now dooming Adon to be trapped in this room. Adon was helpless, he felt helpless. But he struggled not to show the fear. Fear is what they all crazed. Adon was the master of his emotions, he was convinced. But his eyes pass over the machines, the loathsome machines that Freeman hated. He had to keep up a facade of bravery in the face of whatever this creature was.
That is why he does not wince when the IV is pulled.
The Emperor twists up his face, his body tenses up as Freeman rips the machines from Adon. His words are fear, fear for his own life. But spiced up to conceal its true nature with that same, arrogant bravado that Adon was known the world for. "What are you? Are you an assassin sent by Shadaloo? Ikari? R?"
"TELL ME, you FOOL!"
"A beautiful noise... this terrifying cacophony is what countless have heard before forever being embraced by the comforting blackness." The machines continue to wail, two separate ones with separate tempos. It would take some time for the morphine to wear off, with the flow removed. But he was given so little, just enough to allow rest; in short order, pain would begin to flare. He then walks around the bed slowly. Without haste. Wiping his fingers clean on the starchy blanket covering Adon's legs.
"You caused a pure, innocent soul to end his own life. Destroyed him entirely. Made him choose oblivion over the pain of continuing to exist. How does that make you feel...? I admit, I have never done such myself. Not in such a way, at least. Where the choice was less -- immediate..."
"TELL ME! WHAT ARE YOU!"
Adon was screaming now, struggling against the straps. "I don't know what you mean! WHO DO YOU WANT! NURSE! GUARDS! ANYBODY! HELP!" Adon's eyes stare into the man, the pain still a haunting memory. His jaw would be hurting if he kept screaming. But as the stranger circles up, he just keeps the riddles. "You OAF! I! ADON! THe EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! Don't UNDERSTAND your OBSCURE WORDS? What do you MEAN-"
And then it clicks.
"... Quon?"
Adon ceases his struggling. Was this man... some kind of avenging angel? Some sort of murderous friend to avenge him? No. Adon's stomach sinks. "I.. I don't know what you are talking about. I had nothing to do with that cupcake accident! I was here in my bed! I..." Adon swallows frightfully, now twisting one wrist at the strap hard, working to get in free. This man was a killer, a murderer. And he was here for an audience with the Emperor, because he wanted to hear of his exploits. Adon slowly grows to realize that if he didn't give him the answer that he wanted....
Then it might not serve the man's interest to keep Adon alive.
"I believe that was his name. Although he is ultimately unimportant. Those techniques you used... they were exquisite. Perhaps I underestimate the psychological aspect of death too much. I rush things... I am so impatient...!!" Freeman digs his fingers into his cheeks, hissing out a slow, long breath. Looking out the window now, his back to Adon. Those straps are not intended to hold a man of his capabilities indefinitely, however. He couldn't break them immediately, long enough for a nurse to flee, but something is beginning to give in the bed.
A surprisingly gentle motion turns Freeman back towards Adon. His hand gestures, as if dismissive. And an eruption of crisp, crimson chi flashes out above the bed. The assorted machines explode rather violently, sending smoke and hissing sparks out. The neatly severed IV pole crashes loudly. With that sudden finality, everything falls silent.
Freeman moves to loom over Adon, and grasp him by the chin. Hard. Far too hard, given the fading morphine. "How did you do it... Tell me...!"
Pain.
The pain was returning. Adon was used to pain. But this was more than just pain. This was terror. This was torture, the subtlest torture. Adon was confused, he was frightened. And this man- no, this creature wrapped into the shape of a man, was sent to him. Or drawn to him... over how he killed Quon? But he didn't kill Quon, not directly. And he didn't kill the cupcake people directly either. When the explosion comes, though, the Jaguar of Muay THai works faster, gasping. But as the strap begins to give, he grins fiercely. All he had to do is get one hand free, and then this man would be nothing more than a pussycat in the mighty Emperor's arms.
And then he is upon him.
Wincing as his jaw is seized, he looked into the shadowy face of the man"I... I..."
Adon snaps. He was too frail now, too weak. "It was the insults, the mocking. I am ADON! I am the GREATEST! When those cupcake-throwing BUFFOONS hurled them at me, and mocked me, I just... I just... I asked a friend to make them have an accident! That's all I did! Is that the answer you want? What more can I tell you?" Terror was now in Adon's eyes, the Emperor was now trembling. He thought the dark side was supposed to be a joyous trip. But this stranger... Adon finally panicks, howling out, pleading, barginning.
"Please, this is a dream! I want to wake up!"
Slowly, slowly, Freeman's face curls into disappointment. This is not the man he expected. A mere prankster, who inadvertantly pushed someone farther then he intended? He had hoped for some information, and perhaps a kindred spirit. Instead, the Emperor turns out to be depressingly mundane. The jaw is released, and Freeman glances down to the nearly freed hand.
"Do you wish to fight me...?"
Suddenly those bangs shift apart, revealing a single eye. It widens and dilates, as tension runs through the scarecrow-like figure. Hands dance in a blur, brief fireworks of crimson energy. Every binding upon Adon is abruptly cut; even against bare flesh, so tightly against skin they cling intimately, he did not so much as disturb a hair. Chi wells up, seeming to be nearly suffocating in the room. Inky blackness ripples over Freeman, turning that single eye into a portal to something else. Dismissing any notions that Adon was dealing with something other then a monster.
"Do it... Emperor of Muay Thai. Raise your hand to me... But if you fail, I will tear you open and paint this room red with your insides...!!"
Adon sees the disappointment. The Emperor quivers, trembles. Was this how he would meet his end? By the hands of a killer, alone in a hospital bedroom. Forgotten. Loathed, Helpless. Adon had always saw his end in the ring, not strapped to a bed, licking his wounds. Adon closes his eyes, accepting his fate as he is released. The claws come, the bright chi flaring through his shut eyelids.
And then Adon is free.
The Emperor moves slowly, nervously. Rising up, the pain runs through him.
Because of the fear.
Underneath the bravado, the bragging, and the . Adon was little more than a spoiled child, who was never allowed to grow up. Fighting Freeman like this? Adon was not going to start this. He had lived his life in Thailand, submitted to the psychopaths of Shadaloo, of R, of G-Project, of NESTS. Madmen and Madwomen, all wanted feel that sensation of power over the Emperor. So Adon gave them that sense of power. Adon was a braggart, yes.
But he wasn't stupid.
"You... would try and killed a weakened Jagaur, as he rests in his tent? How COWARDLY! No, I! ADON! THE EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! Only wish to know what you are TRULY SEEKING!" Now that he was not trapped, the ego, the pride was surging back. The presence. "What do you want to know? Do you think I wanted Quon to die? I wanted..." Adon suddenly grins wickedly. "I wanted him to suffer for insulting me. I wanted to prove that I am no mere COWARD like him! And in the end, why..." And then, it suddenly reaches Adon's mind. The most disgusting thought of all, vile to even his tastes. Turning towards the maniac, if maniac is even a correct word to describe someone so cooly calm like Freeman.
"... You are JEALOUS of me?!?! For driving Quon to kill himself?!"
Freeman doesn't say a word. He simply stands there, watching Adon with that quiet eye. Not once has his composure changed in the entirety of the slow boil of Adon's returning pride. He saw who he truly was. Bared his true soul to the bone. All of it is nothing to the serial killer at this point. "No." is decided, finally. "I have no interest in killing you." It might somehow sound insulting. That Adon is below the requirements of the killer. "You are a broken thing. Unable to appreciate the gift. And through such, unable to fulfill my needs."
He once more begins to stride, in smoothly loping motions, to the foot of the bed. "I was not jealous of you. I was simply curious. Whether you truly tasted the succint joy of the act you commited. And it was wasted. Wine to an alcoholic, pearls before swine. You sicken me." That someone as monstrous as Freeman could judge someone is truly impressive proof of Adon's personal vileness!
Fingers brush bangs from Freeman's face as he looks to the open door. "But you should cease your barking. Even a full, disinterested beast will rip someone to shreds if antagonized..."
Sickened?
Adon's ego dominants his judgement. Rolling his legs to the side of the bed, he glares at the man through the darkness. "How DARE you get disgusted by me! My gift is the greatest! I am the most powerful, the greatest fighter! Do not run from me! I will show up, that even weakened that I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! SHALL-"
"GRAAAGH!"
Adon collapses on the ground, his legs giving way. "GRAAaaaaagh." Comes the groans. The pain. "I need... I need... the painkillers..." He seeths. Weakened. Wounded. "Don't... don't run. I... I will..."
Adon curls up in a ball at the ground. Helpless. In agony. The pain seizing up his jaw. It would almost be a mercy to kill him now.
But there was very little mercy to be found in this room now.
Slow, careful footsteps move over to Adon, as he lies on the ground. A foot moves to press into his shoulder and roll the Jaguar over. Slender hands, surprisingly cold, grip Adon's own. Just a moment, before releasing. Before an additional spatter of blood is hucked down, rather carelessly. Blood; now he's covered in blood. It might not be immediately apparent that it belongs to the nurse that has been taking care of him.
"Enjoy your suffering... you deserve it. Although you do not deserve it... My gift to you is the credit for my ecstatic murder. Do not worry. I am sure you can convince people it was not you who did it... on a rampage, perhaps, due to being denied painkillers? Hmmhmmhmm..."
Stepping backwards, Freeman does a deep bow, bloodied fingers dripping upon the floor. His other hand holding the morphine bag, before turning to step back into the dark halls. The aura vanishing, as he leaves the Emperor whimpering near his hospital bed.
Murderer.
A new sort of terror seizes him. Adon would be marked for the murder of the nurse? No. He didn't. He had too much heat now. But the addition of a murder... the Emperor's feebly reputation would be utterly destroyed. This wasn't killing Adon, no. This was far worse. This was DESTORYING HIM. Flipped over on his back, the emperor groans as more blood covers him. He was helpless. Weak. And in his weakness, he was Freeman's toy.
"You.. BASTARD."
Those were the painful, shrill words at Freeman's back, before the pain seizes up his jaw again. Whimpering, moaning came from Adon. He did not have the strength to stand up. Too much in pain to sleep. Helpless on the ground, he just laid there, writhing, struggling against the pain. It would be sweet release when the morning comes, when the scream of the investigating head nurse heralds the end of his suffering.
And the beginning of a new era for the Emperor.
Log created on 17:00:44 05/15/2012 by Adon, and last modified on 20:23:29 05/15/2012.