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by puppygirl » Tue May 22, 2012 10:03 pm
The sound of something breaking downstairs and she was awake, hands automatically going for a crystal she kept in the sheath beside her head. People, not animals downstairs, no lights on in the house, not her parents. They knew practically everyone on the island and crime was almost non-existent … but she knew that there were still pirates out there in the sea. Armed, desperate men, probably with guns and knives. Her father kept a small handgun in his room, but she didn't need guns. She was the Astounding Blink! She could port down and surprise the intruders. She-
A painful shock of eletricity woke Clarice up with a start and she smacked her head off the back of the chair with a small “Oof!” She grimaced as one of the rods on the collar scraped against the skin on the back of her neck and drew blood which slowly trickled down the back of her shirt. She blinked desperately in the utter darkness and wished she could move her hand to rub at her eyes. Hell being able to move at all would be great right now.
She must have dozed off, how she didn't know, this chair was the most uncomfortable thing ever, they way they'd trussed her up she couldn't even shift to make herself feel more comfortable, she'd lost some feeling all over. In fact the only thing she could move was her head and she didn't like doing that since the metal rods in her collar pressed uncomfortably into her skin when she did.
Ugh … so groggy, it must have been whatever was in that needle, how long had she been out? Heck, how long had she been down here even? In this darkness she had no way to pass the time.
She closed her eyes (not that it made much difference) and took some slow, deep breaths. In through her nose, out through her mouth.
So …
She'd been kidnapped by someone, she didn't know who, for some sort of function. It wasn't the man who had come to see her, he'd mentioned a master, so he was working on behalf of someone, and whoever that was wanted to … what, brainwash her? Was that was this so-called obedience training was? And what about her parents? Her heart started to race at all the horrible scenarios running through her head, no. She forced herself to be calm. These people were obviously the bad guys, and you could never trust what the bad guys said. They lied, that's why they were bad. He could just have been saying that to try and break her. No, until she got out of here she had to believe her parents were alive and well.
The question was, how did she get out of here? Tied up like this and unable to use her powers … then she had a brainwave, “Um … hello?” She called out to the room, “Hello? Umm … I gotta use the bathroom … please? Hello?”
There was no response for a few moments, so Clarice tried again, “Hello-?”
<Fabian> Fabian frowned as he heard the disembodied voice. He had known this owuld happen, of course, but the reality of it was still just sinking in and he had to admit that it was just a little bit on the creepy side.
<Fabian> Swiping his card through the reader, he opened the door to the cell. He had all ready been on his way to take her down to be worked through, after all, might as well not tarry. "Hello."
<@Clarice> Clarce turned carefully to try and see who it was, another man, but younger, he sounded much closer to her own age actually, "Oh ... umm ... hello," stay calm, stay cool, act like you're not planning anything "You're going to ... umm ... are there no ladies working here?"
<Fabian> "There are plenty, no worries about that." Fabian let the door seal back behind him as he went to take care of the straps and such keeping her in the chair. "I'll be taking you on down to the lab and then onto training. Then we'll take you onto your room."
<Fabian> He spoke matter-of-factly enough that, in any other situation, it might have been calming.
<@Clarice> Clarice hissed in pain as the blood started to flow back into her arms and she rubbed her eyes quickly before shaking her hands out and then feeling around her collar, just incase there were any faults or anything, and she was rewarded with a small zap for her attempted fidgiting, "Owch!" Lab? Training?
<@Clarice> She really had to get out of here, "I ... I'm Clarice, what's going on here?" She kept her voice meek and quiet, "The other ... the needle man, he just said that I was going to be made ... obedient?"
<Fabian> "No names, please. We'll stick with Herald." Fabian said just a bit rushed, finding it offputting to think of them as any other way. "I'm afraid I'm the only one here with a good enough name not to bother with a new title."
<Fabian> "Yes, Dr. Essex will be in the lab." Fabian pulled the hand restraints out, taking one of her hands to fasten first.
<@Clarice> Herald? And Dr. Essex was the man before? She filed all this information away, "Herald? Herald for what? And ... you're not going to have to like ... watch me ... in the bathroom, right?" She blushed, clenching her hands into fists and then loosening them.
<Fabian> "For Apocalypse." Fabian informed her though had to have a chuckle at her question. "I assure you, that is not one of my kinks, though it might be best to have some sort of connection during." He looked over to the straps, wondering what he could jury-rig for the situation.
<@Clarice> "... Oh good grief, you're not christian cultists are you? You seem so ... non-rabid," the worst of the pins and needles had gone in her arms, "can i stand up please, just for a moment?"
<@Fabian> He couldn't help but laugh at the question. "No, we're not." he assured her, fastening her other hand in the cuff. "Yes, you're free to stand up. I imagine it might take you a moment to be able to."
<Clarice> "So what are you then?" Clarice pushed herself up wth her hands and yelped at the sudden pain in the legs, grabbing onto the chair to steady herself, "Ugh ... and what do I call you? You're not a Horseman are you? And you seem to be a little bit short for a seven headed dragon too ..." Okay, presumably once they go to the bathroom she'd be unshackled and could make her break for it ...
<@Fabian> "Answering that question probably wouldn't disuade you from assuming we are some sort of religious fundamentalist but he's taken to calling us his Acolytes." Fabian simply stepped back for now, letting her have a moment. "Fabian will be fine and no, I'm afraid I'll not be turning into a seven-headed dragon any time soon."
<Clarice> "Don't think scales would suite you anyway," Clarice shook out her legs and gingerly tried a few steps, "You know, you sound kinda ... posh for an evil minion, and you're afr too polite too, sure you're in the right line or work," she rotated her ankles, "Okay, I'm good I think."
<@Fabian> "What can I say? Apocalypse makes a good enough deal that he can pull his henchmen from a higher calibre of person." Fabian turned, carding the door open again and stepping out into the light of the hallway, looking back at Clarice expectantly.
<Clarice> "... So Apocalypse is a person then?" Clarice asked, following him out into the hallway, of course it would have been too much to hope for that there'd be windows, but she couldn't see any security cameras, "What sort of deal did he make you then?"
<@Fabian> "Mr. Nur but you won't have any use for that name." Fabian added with a shrug as he led her along, leaving the door to seal shut after her. "To put it simply? Surivial of the fittest."
<Clarice> Clarice froze, her jaw going slack as she seemed to stare into the mid distance for a moment ... no ... it couldn't be, "Wh-what was that name again?"
<@Fabian> "Nur." he supplied again, stopping and turning to look at her quzzically as she paused. "I'm afraid we do not have time to daudle. Dr. Essex is rather excited to start his work."
<Clarice> "... En Sabah Nur, of Akkaba Oil? ... He's my mother's cousin, my uncle, he bought us a house ..." her voice sounded distant.
<@Fabian> "Yes, yes, that would be him, brilliant man, really."
<Clarice> Clarice was ... having a hard time taking this in ... her own Uncle, who'd reunited her with her family, bought them a home, housed all those refugees and spoilt her rotten had organized this whole thing? Her kidnap and ... whatever the heck was going on here? "Bu- ... why's he doing this?" She managed after a few moments.
<@Fabian> "I believe I mentioned survival of the fittest? We are the fittest."
<Clarice> Clarice walked up behind him, like she was going to follow him and when he turned to continue leading the way she raised her bound wrists up and smacked him across the back of the head, using her shackles as an improvised weapon, and kicking out the back of his knee to bring him down, "Sorry, you don't seem all that bad, but that philsophy's againts my religion," she muttered, before high-tailing it down the corridor to look for an exit.
<@Fabian> The girl knew how to hit, Fabian had to give her that. He was also rather put out with himself that he had been taken down so easily but he wasn't out as he picked himself up behind her, rushing after her.
<Clarice> Unfortunantly for Clarice, she didn't get much further than tn steps before the collar around her neck crackled with eletricity and she stumbled with a small scream, hands going to the collar automatically to pull it off.
<@Fabian> "Trying to teleport out with that on isn't really the best of plans." Fabian slowed down, sighing as he saw her.
<Clarice> Clarice hissed, "I ... I noticed ..." so clearly there were cameras, just hidden ones, and whoever was sitting behind them had the remote for her collar, "Can't ... blame a girl for trying though, huh?" It was never as easy as it was in the tv shows ...
<@Fabian> "Though, next time if you're going to try and make a run for it and the cameras don't get you I'd make sure to knock me out completely. I'd hate to take out the Herald before she made her announcements."
<Clarice> "Heh, tell you're not much of a brawler," she climbed back up to her feet using the wall as a prop, "head-blows are ... tricky things, you need to hit them on the back of the head, hit them anywhere else you're just gonna make 'em angry. Problem is that if you hit too hard on the back of the head, you can kill the victim, I always tend to ... veer on the side of caution there."
<@Fabian> "I don't think anything about that plan of yours can be called cautious. Now, shall we or would you like another attempt?"
<Clarice> "So I should have hit you harder? Maybe killed you?" Clarice shook her head, "No, there's no point, I'll come quiet now okay, pinky promise."
<@Fabian> "Maybe not tried to bolt down a corridor in a compound you know nothing about when you've got that strapped to your neck." Fabian shrugged. Maybe that was a good caution. He smirked at the offer of the pinky promise. "Right then."
<Clarice> Clarice stretched and cracked her neck, sighing, she'd have to think of a better plan, "Guess you'll want me infront this time, huh?"
<@Fabian> "Actually next time I'll make sure the Doctor gives me the damned chair or fetches his own patients." Fabian sighed and shook his head. "Shall we then?"
<Clarice> "Do I have a choice?" Clarice let her shoulders and head droop down, En Sabah was behind all this? What was going on? None of this made sense ...
<@Fabian> "Well, as I'd rather not burn you out and carry you down this is the easier choice, yes."
<Clarice> "... Burn me out?" Clarice asked, following him meekly, at the very least she might be able to get some infomation out of him.
<@Fabian> "Do you think you're the only person here with some tricks up their sleeves now?" Fabian rounded the corner, giving his passcard back to the guard stationed there.
<Clarice> "You're a mutant too then? What's your special talent then, apart from getting hit over the head?" Clarice looked around, trying to spot ... well ... anything that she might use to her advantage.
<@Fabian> "Power aplification. Not to worry, if everything goes well with the good Doctor we'll be working with it afterwards."
<Clarice> "Can't wait, so if they want me to pratice my powers what's to stop me from just teleporting away?"
<@Fabian> "I believe the Doctor did metnion obedience, yes?" The smile that accompanied the question wasn't one of Fabian's nicest but after the blow to the head he wasn't feeling his most charitable.
<Clarice> "Surely there's a range to the remote on this thing? What happens if I decide to pop over to Europe or something?" Clarice was having to resist fiddling with the collar.
<@Fabian> "We'll stop by home and I'll get some decent wine."
<Clarice> Clarice snorted, "You know what I mean, I mean, I'd rather be warned if it's going to paralyze me for a few hours in the middle of a field with cows staring at me."
<@Fabian> "You won't be leaving today, sadly. We've got a lot of work to do preparing you for your apperances. I promise even when you do leave the compound you'll not risk being grazed."
<Clarice> "No? That doesn't fill me with confidence I'm afraid," the came to a stop infront of a door, "where are we now?"
<@Fabian> "Here is where we part ways I'm afraid." He pulled the door open to reveal one of Dr. Essex's labs. "It's been a pleasure, believe me."
<Clarice> "Guess that makes you a sadist then?" Clarice smiled thinly, before squareing her shoulders and walking through the door.