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Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 7, 2005 8:13:02 GMT -8
The girl's tearless sobs shook her body. She finally looked up at her friend, agony written all over her face. "Why? Why are you here? Why did they do this to me? Do they enjoy torturing what is left of my sanity? First that beautiful little girl, and now you!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Dec 7, 2005 9:53:46 GMT -8
"That might very well be.. They seem to relish in torturing us," Ic said with annoyance. He frowned and shook his head.. he didn't want to act like this right now. "I'm sorry...Don't blame me, it's not like I had much choice in the matter," he decided it was safe for now to approach her a little. The wings always made him cringe when hers burst forth... The flesh hadn't had time to heal yet, and the unsightly horror made him flinch. Regardless, Icarus sat down with his back against the wall, wings folded around him like a large metal cloak. "I don't know why...It doesn't make any sense to me, I never wanted any of this," Icarus said with a saddened tone, looking at his right hand; an amalgum of titanium and wiring.
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Dec 7, 2005 11:40:51 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 7, 2005 11:40:51 GMT -8
"Exactly! They ask me what I want and twist what I say, and then they give what I want most to you!!!" She wished she could cry. It would make it so much easier. Her body wanted her to cry... but it could not. What unhuman torture! What disgusting pleasure the scientists took in making one person a breathing, feeling camera! She calmed. Her skin was just healing... she was not going to make those wretched things burst through her flash again. "Icarus... I'm frightened... what are they going to do to me? What do they want from me?"
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Dec 7, 2005 14:33:41 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 7, 2005 14:33:41 GMT -8
In Apolleon's lab room, there were the two girls from before; Max and the Iguana girl. They were strapped to two titanium tables. It was like looking at two wounded animals about to be put out of their misery. Surrounding the two tables, the darkness was stagnant and unmoving, however a bright light shown above the two girls; a light as bright as the sun itself, forcing them to close their eyes.
"Fortune has smiled upon both of you this day, for you get to be the specimens of my latest hypothesis'. Max, you are a rather regulat human specimen, while this iguana girl is a lizard-like specimen; to see which gives the best results." Apolleon stood back within the darkness, watching the two, yet his voice came from every part of the room. In this room, Apolleon was the master of everything, and these two girls would become his pawns. He enjoyed these moments.
"I'll give you a little while to think about the memories you have, for when I am through, you shall remember only what I want you too..."
Apolleon laughed in a soft and deep tone, as he headed into the monitoring room, just in time to hear the words spoken by the two experiments left in the room. It was entertaining to hear the sobs of the young girl, yet she could not cry. It was a hobby, and he was reeping the rewards of his crops. Meanwhile, he listened to a radio report of the progress of Kris and the others.
This would turn out rather well.
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Dec 7, 2005 15:11:11 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 7, 2005 15:11:11 GMT -8
There was no time left. If they were going to escape, it had to be now. The bullets stopped for a second, Kris heard one of the men whisper, "Hold on, maybe there dead..." He heard footsteps coming closer to the table. He spun around with the leg of the chair he had removed earlier, and hit the man in the stomach. He grabbed his neck and pulled it to him, using him as a human shield. He pulled the rifle from the man's fingers, and aimed for the two men in front of him. Kris and the guards fired in unison. Bullets penetrated the man, while the ammo Kris fired shot the other two guards. They both fell down, blood oozing from thier wounds, generally around the lungs. Kris released the man, likewise dead. Kris turned to face his fellow escapees, his whole left side of his body covered in the blood of the man. "We have to get moving, here take this!" He threw the rifle to numdber 7. He ran through the room, and punched the level 3 security door open. What he saw in the next room haunted him, and would forever be in his mind...
Rows and rows of containers filled with bodies. Men, women even children. And none of them were dead. Some were sleeping, others pounded on the glass, tubes in thier body from thier heads down to thier waist. Blood mixed with the liquid as new pipes entered thier bodies. Kris stared, nothing could have described how he felt. He reminded himself of why he was leaving, to save people like them. So on he ran.
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Dec 7, 2005 18:22:45 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Dec 7, 2005 18:22:45 GMT -8
Iguana girl just sat where she was placed and stared as best she could with her wandering eyes. Suddenly she just started to cackle madly once again. "Oh those idiots dont know what they've gotten themselves into. It makes me wish I would be around to see everything that will happen. Its to bad really, you're never the same once you come out of his office."
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Dec 7, 2005 18:56:41 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 7, 2005 18:56:41 GMT -8
"How can you laugh in a situation like this?!" asked max, on the brink of tears. She struggled free, her muscles flexing against the straps. it was no good though... Her wings were pinned behind her back, and her hair was all over.
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Dec 7, 2005 22:43:33 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 7, 2005 22:43:33 GMT -8
Number 7 watched as Kris assaulted the guards. He took a sidestep and watched with the same expression, the guards not even looking at the easier target of him out in the open. He seemed to have enough luck that they focused on Kris. When it was all over, Kris tossed him the gun and ran on. Number 7 looked over at a wall with a quizzical, questioning glance, blinked and slowly lowered his head. When he opened them again, he grinned and ran after Kris. He followed through the room with the tubes without even looking around.
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Dec 8, 2005 20:33:15 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Dec 8, 2005 20:33:15 GMT -8
"You know I could of done that too" 208 joked as he followed Kris and Number 7 into the lab full of tubes. A disturbed look came upon his face when he put his hand on one of the sides "What kind of Monster is Apolleon?!" he barked. He wanted to break all the glass but that would cause too much trouble for both the group and captives themselves.
208 began to wonder if they were ever placed in one of these incubaters, most of them were labeled with names such as David and Freddrick.
"Hey Number 7 why do you think that you and me were given numbers and not names? You know like Icarus and Kris or any of these guys for the matter?" 208 questioned.
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Dec 8, 2005 20:39:07 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 8, 2005 20:39:07 GMT -8
Kris grabbed the collar of 208's shirt. "Now is really not a good time!" He left the conversation at that... He sprinted through the rooms of the lab...
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Dec 8, 2005 22:29:23 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 8, 2005 22:29:23 GMT -8
Number 7 was silent and followed Kris, bemused by 208's lack of memory. They had once had names, but no longer remembered them, since they had been here longer. The others had not been through what they had, and still retained individuality and identity. Number 7 no longer had that. He was what he was designed to be, and he was designed well.
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Dec 8, 2005 22:39:36 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 8, 2005 22:39:36 GMT -8
(( heh, probably because Icarus is shorter than saying 10642...kidding)) He shook his head. What a life... Bound forever to exist in a lab where they would never see the sun, or the sky, or grass. The only way Icarus even knew about such things were from stories and things he'd picked up over his countless years in this man-made Hell.
Icarus was one of the oldest victims here...Victim seemed appropriate, as he never really had the power to fight back. Once they had been allowed to wander the lab, when he was still a breathing, normal child. They would watch television, read and study (not always by choice), and do physical examinations. They were observed, but life back then was tolerable. The only person to ever really show Icarus affection and appreciation was an old nanny they had once named Mrs. Sweeney.
She was a kindly old woman, who would read to them, and help explain things, as well as tell them stories of the world they would never know.. About the sky, animals (Icarus' favorite was the Zebra), and places. She taught them about God, and how to pray, and would read scriptures now and then. They would always eat together, and she would lead them in prayer... But then things changed... New people, strangers came into their home, and the scientists they knew left without so much as a good bye. Mrs. Sweeney didn't leave though, maybe because she knew the children the best, and would help them gather information. The new people began making things scary right away.. They began more physical exams more often, and demanded that the children and other experiments make themselves useful around the lab. They were no longer allowed to wander the lab. One day Mrs. Sweeney came to the children and began telling another one of her stories, when a scientist overheard. They began yelling at eachother, the scientist seemed angry that she told them about the real world, for fear that they may try to leave to go see it. After that day, they never saw Mrs. Sweeney again... Ic said he heard that she was 'put to sleep.' When he was let into the recreation hall for a recess after studies, Icarus noticed that a door was left open. Curiousity got the better of his common sense, after the warnings not to enter areas other than the ones they were directed to go to. He wandered into the room, seeing things he never should have... The horrors that were being done behind the children's back. Dr. Fiona, the woman in the room conducting the experiment, spotted the blonde boy, and immediatly grabbed him and strapped him to the table.
"You've broken the rules number 10642.. Now you're going to be punished," she told him, leaving the door ajar for the others to listen. She didn't bother using anesthesia, instead just using a paralysis injection to stop him from moving around. "You've opened a door you shouldn't have.. for that.. I'll take your arm." she said in an amused tone, as if this was some sort of game to her. A very sharp looking cutting blade separated the left limb from the joint, but she tended to the wound to stem the bleeding. Though icarus couldn't move, he could scream through the gag, making a muffled horrifying cry echo through the recreation hall. Tears streamed down the eyes that couldn't move.
"You've walked into a room you never should have entered.. for that I'll take a leg," she said in the same bemused tone, and in a similar fashion, removed his right leg.
"And finally.. you've seen one room too many... for that I'll take an eye," the last verse to her little sadistic poem. This was the worst one yet... for he could not blink, or look away. His arm and leg were out of his field of vision, only through the corners of his eyes could he see them being removed. But with this, he was forced to watch as she removed his left eye.
His heart beat began pumping irregularly, going through shock because of this torturous act of retribution. The muffled screaming stopped....
"Hrm...You're weaker than I thought," she muttered, as if to add insult to extreme injuries. But he was already passed out. When he awoke, he was laying on a bed in the sleeping quarters which now served as their prison cell, with robotic limbs and a cybernetic eye, and no pulse or breath.
Icarus shook his head, removing the flashback's nightmarish imagery from his mind, and wiping a tear from his organic right eye. That seemed so very long ago.. maybe decades or more.. but Icarus had remained the same age ever since the surgery, appearing as a 12 year old boy. He could still feel the knife sometimes...
"I... I don't know..." Icarus replied, not able to bring himself to look at Elizabeth. He didn't want 145 to worry about him, so he hid his face between his knees and tried to control his voice.
"Maybe tomorrow will be better..." it was a saying Icarus was fond of once.. but now saying it only seemed to bring less hope than there was before...
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Dec 10, 2005 18:17:12 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 10, 2005 18:17:12 GMT -8
145 scoffed. "Better? Here? Never. Not now. You have what I have always wanted... I was experimented upon before you, anyway. Why should they give you something that you didn't really want anyway?" She put her arms around her knees and thought back... long ago...
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"Elizabeth!" Her mother called from the kitchen in a voice that spoke volumes.
The little black-haired girl stumbled as she tried to find her way to the diningroom table and hide. She was too late. Her mother stormed into the room and caught her by the back of the shirt, making the collar come up and choke her.
"Elizabeth, this is the fifth plate in two days that you have broken! What's the matter with you? Are you blind?
She wouldn't answer. For that, she got slapped in the mouth.
"Answer when I speak to you, you worthless creature!"
Elizabeth began to cry. Great, salty tears formed in her deep green eyes... which were slowly getting whiter every passing day. "Mommy, that hurt."
Another slap, and a startled yelp from the child.
"I don't want to hear it!" Suddenly, she stopped talking and looked at the girl in silence. Elizabeth could hardly see her mother's face, though it was only inches from her own. Suddenly, the shirt was released. "My gosh, you ARE blind!"
The doorbell rang. Her mother left to answer it, stepping over the glass. Elizabeth was left in the dining room alone. She dare not step anywhere, for fear of her bare feet coming in contact with the glass on the floor.
Her mother came back in... she could sense her. There were two blurs next to her... a man and a woman. Who were these people?
"Elizabeth, these two people are docters. They assure me that they can help you... isn't that just lovely?"
This was not right... there was something wrong. But the promise of help... that was too much to pass up. She stood where she was and answered in a small, but very passive voice. "They will help me regain my sight?"
The man spoke in a rich baritone. "Yes, little girl."
She allowed herself to smile a little. "And I can stay there? Mommy probably would not care, would you mommy?"
Ah, the innocent ways of a five-year-old.
The mother of the poor, pitiful girl made a small sound of shock and hurt before answering that, no, she would not.
Elizabeth nodded and reached out both hands in a pleading way. "I cannot see the glass, and I need to get to my new parents."
She was lifted up by strong arms and carried to the car by the man. She did not look back. She did not cry. She was going somewhere to get her sight back. Life was going to be good.
"My name is Elizabeth... what's yours?" She was directing the question to the lady.
"I am Mrs. Sweeny, child. Nice to meet you. Do you like storied?"
"Oh yes! Very much!" She had only once in her life been read to, or been related any story. This was going to be wonderful!
Three years later, in the lab with the other children, Mrs. Sweeny was giving another story. She was sitting by her new friend, Icarus, and laughing along with the other children. Her eyes had been operated on when she first arrived, and she had been perfectly able to see for a good two years. Finally, however, in order to retain her sight, they had to give her artificial eyes. They looked exactly like her origional eyes... a beautiful deep green.
Then, all of a sudden, Mrs. Sweeny was taken by another scientist.
Elizabeth had been thoroughly confused. She had followed the people who had taken Mrs. Sweeny. She had been in the room. She had been quiet as they yelled at the old woman, not noticing her under the bed. She had always been good at sneaking into small places behind people's backs.
Then she had ruined it all as she jumped out, crying, "What do you think you are doing?!" They had injected something into Mrs. Sweeny's neck by force... the woman had been screaming. This was wrong. What was going on?!
They turned and yelled more... and one slapped her before they hit her on the head... hard. She woke up strapped to a bed. Something was odd about the way she saw things... there was an odd kind of clicking in her head. But she would see everything perfectly.
She tried to cry out, only to be muffled by a gag. What in the world? And what was that number on her arm? 145? What was that? Why was it tatooed on her arm?
A scientist came in. He was tall... and he looked very mean.
"Finally, you're awake." He took the gag out of her mouth. "Tell me, how do you feel?"
She was about to answer "fine," but she could not. "Fi...." Her words changed on their own accord. "...I feel very odd and very afraid." What on earth?! That is the stupidist thing to say! Why did she do that?
The man smiled gruesomely. "I see that the chip is working. Good. You are not able to lie, child. Oh, and you now have cameras for eyes. That is why you feel odd."
As she widened her "eyes," there was a whirring sound as the carmera-pipils dialated. She gasped.
They are connected to a memory chip in your head, and you will forever vividly remember what they see. Unfortunately, we were unable to capture the death scene that you so wished to see the other day, so you will just have your normal memory to relive that. Why do you look so horrified? You always said you wanted perfect vision, and you have it. You wanted a perfect memory... you have it. The truthfulness was our own little device. " His smile turned to a smirk. "And now we are going to apply your other wish. You've always fancied wings. You'll get them... in the most horrifying, painful way that we can make it happen. You broke the rules, and you will pay for it dearly."
There were huge blades... and evil scientists. She could not cry through the operation. That was the most painful part of all. The more she tried, the more it scared her that she could not, so the harder her body would vainly try. Nothing.
When it was done, the ugly blades were part of her. Steel scraps in the skeletal form of wings.
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Number 145 shuddered. She wished she could cry!!!!
She looked at Icarus, her longtime friend, in sadness. She had always fancied him... now all she wanted was comfort of some kind. She had never recieved any type of comfort here.
She cleared her throat and whispered shakily, "Icarus... may I lean on your shoulder?"
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Dec 10, 2005 23:13:01 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 10, 2005 23:13:01 GMT -8
From within the darkness of his office, Apolleon laughed. An experiment was warming up to another experiment? Oh, this would be another thing he would have to remember. Weakness was shown. To rip them apart was his job. Now it would be much easier.
Apolleon turned and left his office, heading towards his newest specimens in which he would experiment on.
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Dec 10, 2005 23:38:11 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 10, 2005 23:38:11 GMT -8
He turned his head to his left, looking at her strangely for a moment. She'd never asked anything like that before. He nodded, but didn't smile...He didn't feel that the situation was right for a smile, even a fake one. He threw his long hair over his metal shoulder so it wouldn't bother her... He felt like he should say something...but nothing came out. No words seemed like they could do any good anymore.
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