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 Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:31 am
Billy's oozing blood was boiling in his viens, his remaining tentacles twitching moreand more fitfully as he struggled to sit up, but the headache pounding through his skull from his previous drinking pushed him back down. His breathing was quickening, his strange hands balling into fists on top of the blanket. Even his nub twitched, which only sent more pain through his muscles, to his disgruntlement, growling profanities under his breath.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:33 am
"You might want to relax, Mr. Woodrow. You'll abuot all set to go back to the village," she peered over her glasses at him. "Unless you still believe you might be a threat to yourself or others. Then you'll be staying right here."
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:35 am
"Presently, I think I'm more o' a threat here," He hissed, eyes locked on Aubrey's face intently, trembling ever so slightly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:38 am
"Then maybe its best you stay for a few days," she said flatly. "Don't want you trying rape any more abused little girls."
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:39 am
Finally, Billy couldn't take it any longer, sitting upright sharply, despite the pain, he positively screamed, "I DIN' DO IT!! I KEEP TELLIN' YE BU' Y'DON' WANT T'BELIEVE ME! Y'BIGGOTED, STUPID BLOODY MAD WOMAN!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:41 am
Aubrey crossed her arms. "You're ON VIDEOTAPE," she snapped back, despite the nagging, gnawing suspicion in the back of her mind. "Black-and-white, Mr. Woodrow. And not to mention Colche herself knew it was you!! She calls you a 'BAD man' Mr. Woodrow. A very, very bad man."
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:46 am
"Don' y'think I was actin' a wee bi' ODD fer someone NO LONGER tweaked, Doc?" He snarled, positively livid, his cheacks flushed despite his illness. Absolute hatred had a way of overpowering hangovers at least temporarily. "Funny, a damn furry rumped bistander can notice, bu' no' a medically trained Doctor. Better get back yer PHD, eh? Give tha' school back it's money, y'dumb b***h." At this point he didn't care what they did to him. He was already a tentacled freak, and it was *going* to get worse, he knew. She'd already cut off a testical- would she really cut off the other for back talk when he was right?
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:52 am
"You were a bloody mess just HOURS before, Mr. Woodrow," she scowled. "I've seen plenty if cases were withdrawl victems do some crazy things. I'm the doctor here, not you you patetic little user."
Her mood dropped, she was definately aggitated again. Most of it was frustration because things weren't adding up in HER head, either, but there was no way she would let Billy know. "Drugged up, strung out, or withdrawing.. I don't care. You had NO EXCUSE to TOUCH HER!" she screamed. Actually screamed, all professionalism dropped. "She's a CHILD for Christ's sake."
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 1:55 am
"AN' I'M TELLiN' YE, NO MATTER HOW..." He grit his teeth, shaking his pounding head befor laying back down with a pained grunt. What was the use? She wasn't going to believe him. "Y'want me t'play th'villain? Tha' why he brough' me here? Fine. Fine. Ha' it yer way, Lass, wha' e'er makes y'feel better."
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:01 am
Aubrey forced herself to calm down. "Do you full understand who I am? I am second in command of this rock," she said, pacing a bit. "Okay, you claimed you were framed? By who?? Who? Why? Why wouldn't I know about it. I saw the tape! Only Dr. Duvert, myself, and Dr. Moreau have access to the drugs in question!" she rambled, talking to herself just as much as Billy.
"Not to mention," she kept going, not even realizing her slip up, "that Colche is NOT just another subject on this island. She views me as her mother, Mr. Woodrow. She... " Aubrey got very serious for a moment. "She is very important to me! And you almost... you came so close to shattering her world again!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:04 am
He didn't answer, eyes closed to stop the bright light from the ceiling from agrivating his headache further. so it had to have been staff, then, who did this, judging by what she had said... but who? He'd figure it out. He'd figure it out and have his own revenge. It's not like he had anything to *loose*. Not really. He'd already lost his humanity and his masculenity and his pride. What more was left? His life? A life living as a one-balled, tentacled freak, miserably crawling along on an island where everyone viewed him as a rapist and a... a.... bad man?
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:06 am
Aubrey continued to just stare at him, waiting for a response and frustrated when he remained silent.
"This is pointless," she spat, turning to go.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:12 am
Yes. Yes it was pointless. Billy didn't so much as look at her as she turned to leave. Good Riddence. Maybe, if he was lucky, they'd give him morphine.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 6:35 pm
Every couple of hours, besides at night, guards would come and escort Billy to the restroom, where he would be supervised, of course. Before bed, another small meal and a pyrex glass of water would be brought to him on a paper napkin.
Sometime mid-day the next day, Aubrey retruned to check up on him. "Feeling any better?" she asked flatly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 7:01 pm
Still, he kept silent, not meeting her eye as he stared at his glass of water. He had been eerily quiet since she had left him, and continued his silence through the course of his stay so far.
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