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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 9:18 am
When Billy wakes up, he wakes up in a cold, stale observation room in the labs. Everything is white. The floors, the walls, the ceiling. There is, of course, cameras in the top corners, and a shatter-proof mirror that, he could probably guess, were two-way. He's laying on a plain cot (no sheets) in a backless hospital gown. He feels numb and sore, having been under anesthetics. There's no telling how long he's been out, but he would be incredibly hungry and thirsty. A glass of water and a sandwich is waiting for him by the locked door on a napkin. When he tries to get up, a pain both sharp and dull would shoot through his groin. Upon inspection he would find one of Man's biggest fears. Surgically shaven, and leaving behind a very tiny, professional, neat little zipper stitch on his most sensitive of places, Billy would find that he was now one family jewel short of a crown.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 10:26 pm
It was a long time befor Billy awoke with a groan. As the ceiling came into focus, he frowned, his head spinning still. He felt terrible, groggy and numb. His mouth was dry and cottony. "Bloody Hell..." He groaned, shifting to sit up, which only made the pain worse. "Ach!" He hissed, hand going down to his neither regions- the source of most of the pain. Once his hand came in contact with the fabric and flesh beneath, he froze.
After a long hesitation with heald breath, he reached down to inspect again. Slowly, ever so slowly, clinging to the moments where he coudl remain in ignorance of whether or not his terrible suspicion was true or not, he lifted up the hospital gown.
And Billy screamed.
Locked in a white cel, with nothing but himself to look at in the mirror, it was a while befor his voice had become hoarse and the initial shock had died. "Where th'feckin' bloody HELL are YE? Y'come in here an' I swear ther'ell be blood on these feckin' walls!! THIS WASN' WHA' WE AGREED TO!! THIS AINT RIGHT!! WHAT TH'FECK DID I DO T'DESERVE THIS, EH??" He continued bellowing his enraged accusations and questions, demanding this and eventually begging for that befor his voice became a croak and he slid to the floor. It was still too painfull to walk.
"Jesus... Jesus..." The initial anger had time to bleed, and alone in the white room he could feel his emotions ebb in a different direction. His eyes began to water, his forhead pressed down against his knees. "Where th'feck am I?"
He waited in silence for what felt like hours befor he finally noticed the simple meal that had been left for him. Tenderly, he scooted towards them, greedily picking up the glass, lips parched and ready to drink befor he froze. What was in that glass? It could be water. It could be something else. It could be both. The sandwich held as much suspect. His insides were groaning, and the water was looking even better after his long tantrum... But no. NO! He wasn't about to be had again!
He couldn't remember much of what had happened befor he had gone unconcious, but what he could was familiar. He had had an experience at least once befor... a hellucinagenic. He couldn't remember enough to pin point exactly what, but he knew he had been drugged. Drug the drugee, there's a laugh. He was positively in stitches.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:13 pm
A few hours later, the door opened. Protected by two beefy looking techs that stood behind her, she came in holding a clipboard and wearing a dangerous, grim expression. "Mr. Wooddrow." It was the closest to a greeting he was going to get.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:15 pm
He flinched, glancing up from where he had dozed off on the floor in the corner. "You.... it was you!!" He snarled, hands tightening into fists at his side.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:19 pm
She pulled out a small medical jar from her labcoat pocket. "You mean this?" she asked innocently. A small oval organ floated inside, magnified by the glass of its container. "You should thank me," she said darkly. "You're lucky I left you one. And that I'm an M.D."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 11:21 pm
His breathing quickened, teeth clenched as he suddenly rushed forward, fists reared back and ready to strike a blow- "YE GOD DAMN FECKIN' b***h!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:14 am
The two techs rushed forward and easily interecepted the weakened Billy. Aubrey didn't flinch, just stayed there and glared at him darkly. The techs held him down and forced him into a sitting position on the cot, holding a death grip on the curve where his shoulder meets the neck to keep him under control.
Aubrey took a few steps forward, her labcaot billowing behind her. "I'm sure you've had a hard life, Mr. Wooddrow," she said, looking down at him, "but I promise you, your life would seem like a walk in the park that poor woman has had to endure."
She spun around, pacing back and forth in aggitation. "This is her haven. For the first time in her life she felt safe. And you.. you took that away from her..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:08 am
"I have no idea whacher' talkin' abou'!" Billy snapped, struggling uselessly against the two men. The pit of his stomach had dropped and boiled, his head spinning from the post-surgery anesthetics and dehydration. And he was starving on top of it all- but again, how did he know he wasn't being poisoned?? This woman was mad! He hadn't done anything!
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 10:57 am
Aubrey's eye twitched. "You nearly raped a woman and you don't even so much as remember?" She shook her head sadly. "Well, ain't this a lesson in why drugs are bad? I don't care how high or strung out or... whatever you were. You have to answer for your actions, eh?" She looked down his lap pointedly. "This was your warning. You got one chance left - I'd be careful with it if I were you."
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:03 am
"I wasn' high!" He snarled, "Y'feckin' b***h!! I din' rape- I'd never- I think I'd remember somethin' li' tha'!!" Rape? RAPE?? Billy was bad, yes, he was despicable and had questionable morals, but he *wasn't* a rapist! "YE CUT OFF ME DAMN BALL AN' I DIN' E'EN DO WHA' YER BLAMIN' ME FER!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:15 am
"I have you on video trying to rape Colche!" she shreaked. She was furious - and some part of her felt robbed of her revenge if he didn't so much as remember his crime. It was almost... disrespectful in some way. To try to rape someone that wasn't even, like, important enough to remember. She paused and took a deep breath, wanting to keep her demeanor cold and even. "Do you know that she's mentally abuot the age of a five-year-old?? DO YOU!? Do you know how ... how.. sick that is!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:21 am
"Ye... wha'...?" Billy blinked, brows furrowed, "I was drugged! It wasn' me! Colche's tha'... wee cat gel, righ'? I wouldn' touch 'er! I never woul'! I swear it! Ask th'Doc! He knows abou' me! He knows wha' I've done! I'd ne'er- oh God! Ye cut off me damn BALL!"*
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:29 am
"Drugged is NO EXCUSE!" Her eyes were wide in disbelief. "You have to pay for the consequences of your actions! You don't believe me?? I can arrange for you to view the tape if you like? And yes, that 'wee cat girl' is Colche. Colche who was raped continuously since she was a small girl. Colche who I brought here personally and took her in a daughter! Colche who I promised would never have to endure that again!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:34 am
"No, I mean someone drugged me!!" He groaned, shoving the brutes away befor tearing at his hear with his fingers, his face red with frustration. He felt sick. It might have been the hunger. It might have been the surgery. Hell, it was everything at once. "BELIEVE ME, Lass, I'm guilty o' a lo' of villianry, bu' I'm innocent!" He could feel the tears welling up again. Damn it! He was not about to start crying! Not in front of them. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction!
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:40 am
"Of course you were drugged" she growled. "Look at you. You're like a prime example of what happened when your life goes down the crapper! Your brain's probably one big fat fried eggs, if you catch my drift." It didn't occur to her that he was accusing someone of drugging him. That was absurd - and pointless.
As much as she promised herself she wouldn't let it happen, a small twinge of guilt pulled at her when she saw his blind rage start to melt away to desperation. "Look," she said, her voice much softer. "This is a message. You're still, you know.." she motioned haplessly to his lap, "functional. Its like removing a kidney. As long as your smart and can a hold of your other one, no ones going to like.. know. No behavoir changes or anything." She gave him a pointed look. "Well, hopefully some voluntary ones."
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