Jack clenched his jaw and grunted as the slab of a table was moved and the light above him almost dimmed, becoming so distant to him, it’s rosy orange warmth was muted in the gloom settling about him. He looked about as he was raised slightly and he frowned as leather bands cinched about his body, keeping him in place. Jack stayed still, unsure what to do now that he was strapped down to a table, listening to the clicking groaning noises of the clockwork beasts in their cages and the sound of his Lord moving about, panther light, his movements untraceable in the dark.
He could hear tones, songs- crying mournful voices in the silence. Silence that was only named as such for the voices were not heard- mere noises, unintelligible whimpers. Pleas for no more. For it to stop. That he was going down the rabbit hole, to wonderland far too quickly.
With nothing to break his fall.
Jack shut his eyes seeing glowing circles behind his closed lids, the light of the bulb, his only sun and light in this dank world under, burnt into his retina. The desperation was causing his heart to sing its own song and for his body to perspire in ways Jack had never believed possible. It was ancient this fear, cold and growing, and it had festered in the nuts and bolts and the crusty joints of machines that had learnt to care.
The mansion was rocked by storm, nauseating, dark, swirling, fogged maelstrom whisking round the estate and Jack could hear the horrible tinny, rattling and groaning noises coming from the respirator that churned faithfully in the background. He then took a deep breath- whatever was going on, it was making him really think about things- a lot of things. His family; Emma actually- how she was doing. How they relied on machinery so much that it was impossible to go without the glorious mechanics of Lord Haddock. He thought of the odd behaviour of the mechanical servants above and the lovely golden woman in the painting.
Jack wanted to sit upright and question it all but the leather seemed to starve him of his wish to speak, his right to speak up. He had no power or place to do so. He was here of his own free will. Wasn’t this what he wanted? Jack couldn’t explain the awful coiling in his gut- whatever was going on, it was sending slivers of icy cold nervousness down his slender spine. Jack jumped as the needle was inserted into his arm.
Hissing and gritting his teeth he gazed up at Hiccup silently imploring, asking the man he loved what on earth was going on. Click click click.
The bird was crying. Long delicate oily sobs.
Jack twisted in his bonds the bioluminescence sickly spreading through his veins sluggishly, lighting him on his core, his skin translucent in a split second and vanishing in a heartbeat. Jack let Hiccup calm him, his eyes never leaving the wide emerald gaze of his master who seemed so concentrated and adoring.He sighed as firm hands stroked along his long legs, he flinched at the ripping of silken fabric, large blades shearing them off.
Shedding him of his protection, reducing him to flesh and bone.
Jack shuddered and twitched at the vocal reassurance and then bit his lower lip as those clever gloved hands palmed his clammy skin soothingly, letting him know he would be alright. Jack slipped into a drugged sense of false security, ignoring his surroundings- eager for Hiccup’s touch. He did cry out softly as his final thin undergarments were torn away, in the same smooth and brutal action, the scissors cutting through the fabric effortlessly.
Jack panted softly his brow slick with sweat, unsure what Hiccup was doing now as he lay there naked from the waist down. He could see his pale smooth skin gleaming in the dim light- he was being offered up on a platter- a lovely tasty morsel and Jack tipped his head back and huffed in his chest as strong hands caressed and worshiped him, he heard Hiccup speak- the animals in their cages rose in a crescendo that this was it. It was time.
It was a drumming song.
Jack raised his head testing his bonds- his body locking into flight or flight- what? Jack tensed up and squirmed at the hands- those devil hands. Jack tried to focus- Hiccup was moving with absolute deliberation now, he could feel one strong hand grasping him painfully- Jack wanted to beg now- to ask what was going on-
The clockwork screamed and Jack arched and howled into gentle lips- snarling and biting the soothing kiss that was meant - not for him, never for him- his teeth bared and his blue eyes wild with the understanding and realisation-
I love you.
I love you
Little Alice never made it to the Queen’s court to meet her appointment for execution. She got sidetracked at a Mad Hatter’s tea party and danced instead, danced and danced and danced so much her feet and legs instead- dropped off from exhaustion.
Jack screamed with the clockwork, his fists becoming claws raking and grasping nothingness and his lips and teeth drawn in the snarl of an animal in pure agony. Bright fire of unimaginable pain lanced his body and his form convulsed, his legs jerking obscenely , his chest heaving the leather straps easily holding him in place as blood spurted and spilled out over his hips, across his pale thighs.
Raping them in the bloody gore of his own life as Hiccup sliced into his flesh with such painfully loving intent. Jack cried and screamed, tears staining his porcelain cheeks, clawing the table, his blunt nails seeking some sort of purchase. He writhed and wailed his voice high and terrible, worse than Medusa’s howling gorgon filth and broken like the screeching splinter of glass and pain as he fought , far too late to get away from the horror. His blood foaming, his throat convulsing, pulse fluttering madly, and his legs jerking and twitching, bathed in a silken hot robe of blood that flooded out like that one silken dress women would’ve wept to see upon themselves.
And all this time, he stared unblinking at the clockwork master.
At his awful handsome smile, at his soft lips that were bloodied and bitten, at his blood stained hands and the cruel saw in his bloody grip.
Jack wanted to vomit but found the knot of his stomach was too unforgiving to give him that pleasure. So he stared at Hiccup his screams mute with horror, his nostrils flared from the sight and smell, his legs trembling-
The cages fell silent.
He tore past tendons and bones and thick tiresome sinew that held the bones together, taking hold of his leg and RIPPING the beautifully creamy skin stained in rivers of blood right out of its socket. He tossed it behind him, working fast with skilled hands- hands that have done this kind of act before- to sew up the tattered remains of his hip. Capping the socket with something freezing cold and metallic, harsh bolts slid into his bones in screws, digging deep past the pale ivory until it held firm. He would not bleed to death- he could not bleed to death. Not now with the beautiful bioluminescence pulsing through his veins and keeping him coherently aware of every painful action.
"So beautiful, just one more love, just one more-" Hiccup was frantic- manically hacking at the second leg to repeat the action, ignoring the screams of pain his beloved spilled over and over, voice cracking like a terror-filled symphony.
The creatures stopped speaking, cowering in fear of their maker, of their master. He had taken them and changed them just as Jack was being changed now, carving them into something he saw as better- something he had improved. “You’re going to be so perfect now, Jack-” He said with a severely pleased, hysteric grin. “You’ll see! You’re going to be so much more enhanced! So much better than mere commoners! And you’ll like that, won’t you Jack?!”
He capped the other leg after twisting hard and dragging it too, furiously from it’s socket. He laughed hysterically and moved to undo the tight leather bonds that kept the other at bay, loosening them. He knew Jack was in too much pain and to exhausted to move, s he kissed him gently and rolled him onto his stomach, pulling up his finer tools. “I have to connect this properly, and you’ll see, you’ll be so very beautiful Jack…” He was mumbling under his breath and the cages let out soft mournful whimpering cries here and there, too ashamed to look back at their Master as he worked. He dug into Jack’s spine, carefully threading wires here and there, clicking them in place- leaving them to grow and twist and connect to his nerves. It was mad, crazy science- science only the most insane ever dared practice and even the most mad genius could not complete.
But Hiccup had had years of practice and sharp clarity made that known now. All of his servants; the twins who seemed to have minds of their own; Heather who bobbed and weaved her way around and whined softly and pleadingly; the cook whose eyes had seen many years beyond their glass look and even the woman in the painting…. all of them past experiments, pat upgrades. “Not whole-” Hiccup said. “Not yet.” and he truly meant it. For the beauty he saw in Jack was not yet perfect without the enhancements he was working on now, pinning Jack to the metal with his arm as the other worked to frantically link up his nerves.
He dragged the large coiling metal to the other even as he flipped him back around, clicking the severely heavy tail (fr that was what it was) into place.
It writhed to life in spasms, shockingly corrupting the other’s nerves as it linked up with his mind. “So beautiful…” Hiccup said, admiring his work and moving back over to the desk. “And soon…. my beloved…. your dreams of mermaids will be true…. my clockwork siren, I will give life to your tail and breathe water into those lungs…”