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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 16:12:29 GMT -5
*as Red cools down i turn my attention to her broken hand.* This will take more than a few steroids... *I grab her hand and start kneading the bones together, ignoring the screams. After a few pops and cracks her hand seems more or less normal. I take another yellow vial and inject it into her wrist. Her hand turns black and then fades away, again becoming extremely hot.* I see steam... you must be... boiling inside, Red! If it's too uncomfortable, just say so, my dear.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 6, 2012 22:02:54 GMT -5
*The pain comes in waves, cresting when he jabs some new serum into my veins. I alternate between going crazy from my veins trying to burst out of my skin and going crazy from the ice in my nerves, forcing me to stay awake. Everything is sharply in focus. My throat gives out from screaming... I'm so thirsty... and I can only moan. I feel tears streaming down my face. I'm too busy struggling to get out of my bonds to notice that my ribs are growing together again, my left hand now well enough to curl in agony...
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 22:20:48 GMT -5
*I finish injecting the last vial and realize a problem* Hmm... when you are down in the chamber, I can't ask how you are feeling... so, we'll have to use another method. *I rummage through my drawers and pull out a menacing looking chip with a large needle attached to the end. I bring it back and flip the table over. There is a hole exposing Red's neck.* This is going to hurt a lot, but it will help me monitor your vitals, and also, will explode if you try to escape. Isn't that lovely?
Hank, isn't that... extreme? Even for you?
Nonsense! This is for science! For the good of mankind and advancement!
What will you accomplish, exactly?
For one... *I jam the needle and chip into the back of Red's neck* I'll learn if she can survive all of this, and second, I'll learn just how far a person is willing to go to survive. I'm testing survival this week. Didn't you know that?
You're a madman... If i had emotional cores for love, i would feel it for you. But i do not, sadly, so i hate you.
*I twist the needle into place and try to clean off the blood.* The more you squirm... well the more fun this is, but really, do be quiet for a minute. I know there is a needle in your spine, but get used to it. *I flip the table back over and wide off the tears from her face.* So beautiful... but so young... From now on... you belong to me. *I chuckle lowly and go back to my desk* In a few hours we will begin the tests. For now, try not to scream. The chip in your brain will shock you if you do. *I bring up my monitor and start to type some keys. Red's vitals appear onscreen. Everything is, ironically, red* Ouch... you must be in pain.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 6, 2012 23:21:15 GMT -5
*I whimper as the chip in my neck throbs in time to my tired heart. I cry silently, not wanting to activate the chip. It doesn't matter what Hank says, I get that now. He'll talk and then he'll cause me pain. A residual wave of pain shoots through me from the serums and I groan, gritting my teeth and biting my toungue until there is blood, all so I don't get shocked. I wonder why my body can't just hurry up and die allready. Even starvation would be preferable to this*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 23:27:19 GMT -5
*After a while of waiting i recheck Red's vitals. Yellow. She's stable now.* Red, dear, I'm going to release you. Bear in mind, if you do anything, make any sudden movements, the chip will kill you. *I get up and begin unstrapping her. I sit her up slowly and disconnect the IVs. Using an old cloth, i start to wipe the sweat from her face. I try to ignore her cries and whimpers, but to no avail. I try to avoid eye to eye contact to the same degree of success. I get goosebumps when i see Red's pained eyes. I shiver and look away, grabbing the clipboard.* You're only 15 years old. Why would BLI want you to be a killer? I don't see a reason to it. You're too young. You're still... human... *I shake my head and return to my previous demeanor.* A human who is going to be a worthy test subject. *I push some buttons on the wall and it opens up to reveal a white room. I push Red inside and close the door. I talk to her through the intercom* On the other side of the room is a button. It is blue. Please go and push it for me.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 6, 2012 23:44:46 GMT -5
*Still human? I stumble into the room and promply fall to the ground, joints felling like inflamed bags of nails. I forget about the chip and scream. It's promply cut off by the jolt of electricty and the room spins. I fight to sit up, hands more like claws that curl to my chest with the pain. Breathing hard, I finally manage it and my vision clears a bit. I see a rather large blue circle on opposite wall. Blue button... right*
*It takes a bit of fighting, but usuing the wall as leverage I manage to stand up. Careful not to scream, I brace myself and quickly cross the room, hitting the button and slumping down the wall. There, I tell myself, that wasn't so bad...*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 6, 2012 23:54:07 GMT -5
Ah... very good. Now we start the test. *Once Red pushes the button, two panels open. One right next to Red and the other on the opposite side of the room. The panel next to Red reveals a weapons rack with one Bowie knife, and one raygun, half charged. From the other panel, comes a pack of four Gnashers. They get a hold of Red's scent, and pounce* Good luck, my dear.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 0:09:20 GMT -5
*I lunge for the two weapons, taking the raygun in my right hand and immedietly begin firing from the floor, my legs still too messed up to hold me up for more than a few seconds. I manage to hit one before they make it to me and I let their claws dig in, stabbing one in the gut. The slits on the side of its face flare horrifically as it lets out a dying howl, blood pumping out of its still-beating heart*
*The other two have dug into my right arm and leg respectively. I take the bowie knife and slash at the one on my arm, which hisses and backs away, blood where its eyes would have been. I kick off the other and they prepare to attack again. The hospital gown offers little protection and I bleed freely. The ground would be slick if I could walk*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 0:12:38 GMT -5
*I watch Red do, admittedly, much better than i had anticipated. In the midst of the fight i find myself actually worried for Red.* They hunt by sound and smell, Red. Please try and keep that in mind. *My voice over the intercom distracts the Gnashers momentarily. My words of "wisdom", more meant to buy Red some time to reorganize.*
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 0:28:58 GMT -5
*I fire at one of the gnashers as they are distracted by the loudspeaker and it goes down with a whining sound. The other sniffs it before suddenly charging me. I let it come in close and then stab it right under the chin, up through the braincase. It's a classic knife-fighting move*
*I'm shaking, but I don't stop. I hold my side and crawl over the blood-soaked ground to the two stunned gnashers, quickly slashing their throats. Poor kitties... I think as I lie down, too tired to notice my wounds tingling as they try to heal themselves*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 0:35:03 GMT -5
*I push a button and mechanical arms come out of the walls. They grab Red by the arms and legs and bring her back to the wall. It opens and they set her just outside the wall as they recede and close the wall. I lean down and check Red's vitals.* You're fine. Your wounds are healing nicely. Get back to the table, and i'll find you proper clothing. Good job, Red. Very good. *I walk back to my desk and start writing comments about Red. Very good fighter. Spirit and strong will. Avoid eye contact.*
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 0:57:41 GMT -5
*I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts through my drug-induce awake state. I realize I still have the weapons and I look from them to Hank, but then remember the all-controlling chip in the back of my head and drop them. I decide against trying to walk and crawl over to the table. I do my best to ignore the AI, which follows me, watching with what I think is curiosity*
*It takes a couple mintues, but I finally manage to get into a sitting position on the hated table. I slump a little, trying to be quiet on the off chance Hank will leave me alone for longer. I get a chance then to look around the lab a little. This main area has a vaulted ceiling that dissappears into shadow, starkly contrasting with the white tile and walls. I look down at my arms, horrified to see how much they've already healed, blood turning brown. I can't stop shaking...*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 1:04:33 GMT -5
*I see Red shaking and trembling on the table. Already, I'm ignoring the note i made to myself. Those cold, pained eyes hurt me in ways i cannot understand. I touch some panels on the monitor and a panel opens beside Red. On it is a rack with multiple outfits ranging from leather jumpsuits, to BLI uniforms. I push another button and a curtain goes around Red. LaCY stays next to Red, watching to her.* Please choose whatever you like, feel free to mix and match. Those are all from previous test subjects. They won't need them anymore... LaCY is still going to keep an eye on you, but don't worry, i've cut video feed momentarily. Don't try anything, though. She'll trigger the chip the moment she thinks something is happening. Come to my desk when you are done changing.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 1:18:03 GMT -5
*I look at the different choices, the different colors... it's too much for my mind. I default to a black and white drac uniform that looks about my size and slowly, painfully change. I can barely raise my arms over my head to get the plain black shirt on. The pants aren't that hard and I'm almost glad I don't have to try putting on socks and boots. I grab a white jacket with a big BLI logo on the back to try to stay a little warmer. My weight hasn't exactly gone up in the past couple of weeks*
*I pull back the curtain and carefully walk to the desk, leaning a bit on it when I get there*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 1:26:56 GMT -5
*I look up at Red, who still seems pained. I look to the monitor quickly and bring up a menu of sorts. It's a hologram that appears in front of Red, showing different foods available from the cafeteria.* Touch whatever you want, and then touch the yellow button when you're done. Normally, I don't allow the subjects to eat with me, but i will make an exception in your case.
Hank, what are you Doing?
I'm showing our best subject a good time. That's what I am doing.
You're humanizing her. I knew you would do this... *LaCY sighs* Emotions...
*I order my food and push the yellow button, then wait for Red* Don't be shy, Red. Get whatever you want. *I make the mistake of looking at her eyes again. Blue. Like someone i used to know.* I'll take care of you between tests... promise.
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