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The drugged-up magick-starved Strazio had to be basically strapped into the interviewing chair. Blood still oozed from the bullethole in his gut, but Elise’s remedy had managed to bring him back from the brink. By the time he had become cognizant of his surroundings the interviewer had already repeated their question three times.
“Is he even alive?” Alex asked, pulling their face from the camera and glancing over at Luka.
“I.. uh, I certainly hope so,” Luka answered, squinting to see if Strazio was even breathing.
“I mean, the contestants have to be alive before they get onto the island,” Alex noted, “Or at the very least reanimated, I’m sorry, but unless you want to enter I have to move onto the next application.”
At this Strazio stirred. He inhaled a wet sharp breath and his head rolled back. He pawed blindly at the wound in his gut.
“I’ll answer your fuckin’ questions,” He said in a strained voice, head still rolled back.
“Oh, right then,” Alex said, jumping back towards their camera, “We’ll start off easy, what’s your name?”
There was a concerning delay before he finally answered, “Strazio Rockwell.”
“Alright Strazio, tell us a bit about yourself.”
“I’m… I’m,” Strazio’s jaw worked wordlessly as he struggled to conjure anything more than pained wheezes, “I’m pissed off.”
Alex shuddered at the response. Despite being damn near dead there was something dangerous about the man. Alex exhaled slowly and asked their next question, “What special talents or abilities do bring to the Abyss?”
Strazio visibly winced at the question. He shifted in his seat and tilted his head back down, covering his eyes with blood-matted hair.
Strazio huffed, “ I’m very pissed off.”
“Good answer, good answer,” Alex nodded behind the camera, they adjusted the focus and zoomed in on Strazio’s bloodied face, “What do you hope to win by participating? Money? Fame? Status? Sins of the flesh?”
For the first time since Strazio had arrived Alex caught a glimpse of his eyes. Two needly bloodshot things glared at them from behind a curtain of dirty hair. Had they not been staring through a camera Alex was sure they would have been killed on the spot.
“I want to kill Damien Alabaster,” Strazio answered.
“He must be delirious,” Alex said to Luka, “We don’t have a contestant with that name.”
Strazio erupted from his chair, startling the both of them and sending his chair skittering. Blood squirted from his open wounds and his legs shuddered beneath the weight, but those two pissed-off eyes stared Alex down.
“I said, ‘I want to kill Damien Alabaster’.”
“Okay, okay,” Alex said, holding up their hands in surrender, “You can kill anyone you want to, buddy, I’m not going to stop you.”
Strazio exhaled sharply and fell to one knee, nearly collapsing altogether.
Alex shook their head and spoke into a microphone on their lapel, “We’ve got another contestant, this one's gonna need to be patched up before they’re admitted.”
At that, whatever stubborn thread that was holding Strazio together came unwound. All the tension in his muscles vanished and he collapsed onto the concrete floor with a wet smack. Luka gasped. A small pool of blood expanded around him, apparently unable to be held inside anymore. Syntech medical staff appeared from behind the curtain and quickly set to work stabilizing the latest entrant into Dante’s Abyss.
“Is he even alive?” Alex asked, pulling their face from the camera and glancing over at Luka.
“I.. uh, I certainly hope so,” Luka answered, squinting to see if Strazio was even breathing.
“I mean, the contestants have to be alive before they get onto the island,” Alex noted, “Or at the very least reanimated, I’m sorry, but unless you want to enter I have to move onto the next application.”
At this Strazio stirred. He inhaled a wet sharp breath and his head rolled back. He pawed blindly at the wound in his gut.
“I’ll answer your fuckin’ questions,” He said in a strained voice, head still rolled back.
“Oh, right then,” Alex said, jumping back towards their camera, “We’ll start off easy, what’s your name?”
There was a concerning delay before he finally answered, “Strazio Rockwell.”
“Alright Strazio, tell us a bit about yourself.”
“I’m… I’m,” Strazio’s jaw worked wordlessly as he struggled to conjure anything more than pained wheezes, “I’m pissed off.”
Alex shuddered at the response. Despite being damn near dead there was something dangerous about the man. Alex exhaled slowly and asked their next question, “What special talents or abilities do bring to the Abyss?”
Strazio visibly winced at the question. He shifted in his seat and tilted his head back down, covering his eyes with blood-matted hair.
Strazio huffed, “ I’m very pissed off.”
“Good answer, good answer,” Alex nodded behind the camera, they adjusted the focus and zoomed in on Strazio’s bloodied face, “What do you hope to win by participating? Money? Fame? Status? Sins of the flesh?”
For the first time since Strazio had arrived Alex caught a glimpse of his eyes. Two needly bloodshot things glared at them from behind a curtain of dirty hair. Had they not been staring through a camera Alex was sure they would have been killed on the spot.
“I want to kill Damien Alabaster,” Strazio answered.
“He must be delirious,” Alex said to Luka, “We don’t have a contestant with that name.”
Strazio erupted from his chair, startling the both of them and sending his chair skittering. Blood squirted from his open wounds and his legs shuddered beneath the weight, but those two pissed-off eyes stared Alex down.
“I said, ‘I want to kill Damien Alabaster’.”
“Okay, okay,” Alex said, holding up their hands in surrender, “You can kill anyone you want to, buddy, I’m not going to stop you.”
Strazio exhaled sharply and fell to one knee, nearly collapsing altogether.
Alex shook their head and spoke into a microphone on their lapel, “We’ve got another contestant, this one's gonna need to be patched up before they’re admitted.”
At that, whatever stubborn thread that was holding Strazio together came unwound. All the tension in his muscles vanished and he collapsed onto the concrete floor with a wet smack. Luka gasped. A small pool of blood expanded around him, apparently unable to be held inside anymore. Syntech medical staff appeared from behind the curtain and quickly set to work stabilizing the latest entrant into Dante’s Abyss.