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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 6, 2012 23:49:03 GMT -5
*LaCY beeps several times, and Hank's screen lights up* Hank, reports from another flycam are just in. Apparently more people have gone to the prison, and they are venturing into the darker spaces. This may be the perfect chance to gain Subject V.
Hmm... *I smile largely and rub my hands together.* Nox, I have something for you to do. Before that, however, we must have some surgery. Must make sure you don't go betraying me anytime soon, of course.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 7, 2012 6:49:36 GMT -5
But...but I'm stuck in here! How could I do anything? *I try shrinking farther into my corner, but there's not much further I can go.* I d-don't understand. What are you going to do to me?
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 8, 2012 2:59:04 GMT -5
*I walk up to Nox and pick her up over my shoulder. My hand is over a rather... sensitive... area... but I have no time to let things progress. I lay Nox on the table facing downwards, and place the chip at the base of her neck.* Now, this chip will shock you with 10,000 volts worth of electricity when I want it to. If you do what I say, you don't get shocked. If you don't... well... *I chuckle and stab the chip into place. It beeps as it tunes into her bioelectrical signal.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 8, 2012 10:49:27 GMT -5
*I have no more energy to scream, so all I can do is whimper, feeling violated. The chip thing is creating a stabbing pain in my neck, which spreads all over my body as I assume it taps into my spinal cord. My nerves are burning.* Why would you do this? It's...just... monstrous. *I realize that I have not been restrained and curl up into a little ball again, keeping my legs folded over my more private areas.* You can't be human.
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 9, 2012 19:03:58 GMT -5
If only that were true. Nox, what I am is the result of years of being fed up with my superiors. Being sick of seeing pathetic weaklings like you slipping through the cracks and allowed to survive. I thought the Helium Wars would have thinned the herd, but I was wrong. *I press a button on my watch to test the chip. It sends a bolt of electricity down Nox's spine.* Now, I could use this opportunity to have my fun, but I have other prospects to attend to... we're going to the school, Nox. And you're going to steal some weapons for me. One of the Killjoys is a gunsmith, and his weapons seem to be much more effective than BLI rayguns, even if they are merely slug throwers.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 9, 2012 19:35:19 GMT -5
*I screech as I feel lightning arc through my body. My spine arches of its own accord. This hurts more than most of the injections, except maybe that salt one, which is still hurting me.* If you're sick of seeing people like me survive, why let me survive? Kill me. It'd be as easy as letting your robot snap my neck. I'm sure you have some injections, too. Either way, I am not going to attack my family.
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 9, 2012 23:35:48 GMT -5
Yea, you are. *I push the button again* I need you to get to them, so I will use you. You have a chance to live. Don't make me destroy the only precious thing you have left... *I smirk and push a few buttons. A black, sleek suit appears that is fitted with different components for various purposes. It resembles a ninja suit, only leather and cybernetic looking.* I can't stress enough how much of a choice you don't have. You can go on this mission, or you can die... Although... I can't let you die a virgin.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 9, 2012 23:51:25 GMT -5
*I gulp audibly. I'm already planning how best to kill myself before I get there.* Y-yes...sir.... *The suit actually looks kind of nice. Sleek and cool. It's better than the ill-fitting button-down shirt and white pants I'm wearing now, especially since both are spattered with a copious amount of blood.* C-can I have it? And, um, what will I use for a...weapon? *I'm still clutching the useless laser sword handle for dear life. I would attack the monster with it if I had any motivation whatsoever to move my aching, burning limbs.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 10, 2012 16:35:19 GMT -5
Can you have it? Odd question. You may use it, yes. You will use that sword, and a specialized tranq gun I have designed. Get changed, and you will be sent off. I will be watching you the whole time. If you mess up, even once, I will fry you like the lean piece of meat you are.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 10, 2012 16:43:18 GMT -5
Um, oh-okay. *I take the suit, then look around for any gap in the cameras. There isn't one, at least not in this room, so I tug it on over the clothes I have on. I feel like I'm boiling (a feeling which, unfortunately, I have had many times before), but I don't dare to shed a single layer and merely prepare myself to cope with it. I toss the laser sword from hand to hand, wondering how it will feel when I plunge it into my heart.* When do I leave, sir?
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 13, 2012 0:44:49 GMT -5
*I grab my coat and slip it on over my clothes. I look at Nox* You can't wear that with your clothes underneath. *I press the button, shocking her again* Hurry up and change, I don't have time to piss around.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 13, 2012 9:25:59 GMT -5
*I think I black out for a few seconds as the electricity courses through my body. I don't even realize I'm screaming until I stop; the sound of my own screams is practically part of the environment here.* I don't want to! You're watching me! *I cringe, waiting for the shock that I know will come. Ten thousand volts...surely that can kill me....*
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 14, 2012 14:59:42 GMT -5
*I push the button again. She's fighting it more than she should be. Interesting.* Nox, I hope you realize it's not the voltage that kills you, but the amperage. Now I don't have time for this, and I need you. So hurry up before I leave the button on. How embarrassing would it be if you soiled yourself on your clothes and suit? Hurry now.
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 14, 2012 15:06:12 GMT -5
I'm not changing if you're looking. Either accept this as close enough or turn up the...whatever you said...and wait until I die off and leave you free of any defiant little girls. *I cross my arms across my chest and sit down, glaring up at the scientist. I fight the urge to wrinkle my nose at all of the bloodstains on his coat, which I couldn't really look at before. It's almost a work of art, how many different layers there are all caked on top of one another.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 16, 2012 19:34:02 GMT -5
*I roll my eyes and push a button.* LaCY, help Nox change. I don't have the time for this. *Within seconds a series of robotic arms comes down and begins 'helping' Nox to change.* I don't have time to take pleasure in this, so just hurry. I have a package to pick up. *I turn to my desk and grab my pistol, which is an old firearm. Rayguns are far too boring.* Time to get my original test subject back... And then... Volume.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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