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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 16:42:23 GMT -5
*I push a button and her vitals show up. Everything is green and her core temperature is normal. I push another button and panels inside the room open up to reveal another pack of blind cats. 5 of them this time.* do be careful dear.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 18:07:45 GMT -5
*I start to panic a bit when I realize there are no weapons this time. I quickly back into a corner, already breathing heavily, maybe from the new drugs. The first cat to reach me lets out a horrific howl as it leaps, managing to slice my side as I grab it's head and twist. The howling stops as I feel the vertebrae pop in quick succession. Blood drips down my side and even it feels cool in my altered state*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 21:47:26 GMT -5
*No weapons. Red was trained to be a killing machine. I know she can handle this. Enough time will heal her wounds, she just needs to finish in an hour. She has fifty minutes to go.* Red, you have fifty minutes left. Please do hurry. I hate seeing you in pain, but it must be done.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 22:10:46 GMT -5
*I don't even get a chance to check my side as the second one lunges. I kick the dead cat to the right, blocking one of the others, and quickly move to the side, grabbing the scruff of the leaping cat's neck and slamming it face first into the wall with its own momentum. As I turn my back another attacks, sinking it's teeth into my skin. I scream involuntarily, activating the chip, which sends a blast of electricty through both me and the cat attached to my shoulder*
*I fall, the world a mess of pain. I know I'll be helpless for at least five long seconds*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 22:33:23 GMT -5
*I see Red collapse and the Gnasher that was biting her is now dead, electrocuted. The remaining ones approach her. Five seconds. Gnasher takes a step toward Red, her eyes are in pain. Four seconds. Her heart rate increases and her body temperature goes skyward. Three seconds. The Gnasher takes another step forward, it's jaws wrapping around Red's delicate looking head. Two seconds. Her body temperature becomes too much and her blood boils. One second, the Gnasher bites down onto her face. Zero. The internal pressure is too much and she bursts, turning the white walls red and black. I shake my head, ridding myself of this possible outcome. I punch a button on the panel, and an ultrasonic pulse shoots through the room. The Gnashers are distracted without Red knowing what happened. LaCY gazes at me, judgingly, and I hang my head in shame.* Please hurry Red. Thirty minutes left.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 23:04:55 GMT -5
*I shake my head, forcing myself to get up before I really know what's going on. I don't have time to figure out why they didn't attack. The last two go after me at the same time. I grab one by the head, teeth clamping down on my left hand, which was careless of me, and twist again until the neck breaks. Then I use its body to block the other, which growls and retreats*
*I whip off my jacket and we stock each other circling. I don't feel anything as the adrenaline I've been waiting for finally takes over. I know my body must be really messed up if it took the adrenaline this long to hit. The room seems to be getting warmer as well and I know I better hurry. I run at the cat, which take the cue and goes for me as well. In the last half second I whip my coat over it's face and start hitting it with everything I've got, feeling like shit as I do it. The cat meows a few times and finally stops moving. I leave the coat on the cat's head, not wanting to see the mess I've made*
*The room seems to get hotter and the bleeding wound across my side begins to sting as I sink to the floor*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 23:17:22 GMT -5
*I hit the release and the temperature begins to cool. I open the door to the testing chamber and shamble back to my desk. LaCY dives down and stares at me.* Get away from me. Please. *She backs away but continues to stare.* Red, it's lunch time. Come out please.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 23:38:42 GMT -5
*I stay there and pet the cat for a second, gathering strength. I slowly pick myself up, lamenting the fact that I've already ruined my clothes, and make my way to the desk, using walls or tables for support as I go. I sit there thinking of the cats' mangled faces. My side and hand start the by now familiar needle sensation as they begin to heal*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 0:07:13 GMT -5
*i punch notes into Red's file using my monitor. Do not look into her eyes. Do NOT look into her eyes. Don't look into her FUCKING eyes.* Red, care for lunch? *I bring up the ordering menu again and punch in my steak and potato combo* Order anything you want, and as much as you want. It comes out of my paycheck, but i don't take pills anyways. I can go with a cut if need be.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 0:16:08 GMT -5
*I'm starving again, probably from having to heal my body constantly, so I order two burgers and more chocolate milk. When they arrive I eat automatically, more for energy than anything. I notice that Hank has stopped looking me in the eye. It's something that other Dracs used to do, which always confused me. LaCY seems to have no problem staring at me, she practically glares as she cleans up the bloody footprints I tracked from the testing room*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 0:21:16 GMT -5
Red, you can't talk. Why is that? *I take a bite of steak and keep my eyes on the monitor, typing still* My analysis shows you are perfectly capable of speaking. No issues with your vocal cords, at least as far as i can see. *I push a button and a keyboard appears in front of Red.* Talk to me.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 0:27:15 GMT -5
*I shrug, but humor my captor. Better this than a test* /I don't know/ *I type* /I stopped talking during Wilson's training. No punishment ever brought it back/
*I wolf down another half a burger. I still can't believe that I am eating meat. REAL MEAT!*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 0:28:33 GMT -5
*I laugh at her pleasure from eating a simple burger* He wasn't nice, was he? At all? You're just a little girl. I mean... I'm by no means nice, but how could he treat you so terribly?
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 0:38:45 GMT -5
*I'm confused by this researcher. He's a man of opposites. One minute he's curious about my health and the next minute he's almost killing me. At least with Wilson there was consistency, but then again, Wilson never gave me chocolate milk. I know the answer to Hanks question, at least*
/I was not treated terribly, it was necessairy for the greater good. I've been told I was starving on the street when they found me. They turned me into what I could never be, a weapon for BLI. Who I am does not matter as long as I protect Battery City/
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 1:00:39 GMT -5
Have you never had a choice? *I finish my steak and set the fork down* Haven't you ever taken a look around? What do you see? You're the only person, besides the other test subjects, that is subjected to such torture. I'm only doing this to you because you're the only one who has done this well. I need you. But if you pass all of these tests, you have a choice, Red. You really do. *I finish off my drink and set the glass down. LaCY mocking me again* But that's IF you pass. Chances are you won't.
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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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