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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 11:57 am
((Oh dear. ^^ Well, I can certainly understand her feelings.
Let me see. It's a very tough little plant, but a solid tug from Wonder Woman and a lot of work from Batman was enough to get it off... I don't know. The force of the blast SHOULD be enough to disconnect it, though.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 2:04 pm
// Hm...alright. I'll wait and see how Cat handles the plant before I decide how to go about Reaper's rude awakening. Is not going to be happy... //
The mansion was huge. It had been built whenever lots and lots of people started sailing over to America, though he couldn't quite remember what year that was. He just knew it was a long, long, long time ago. And rooms had continuously been built onto it as the years went on and the styles changed. It was filled with so many weird things that were supposed to be priceless now, but he didn't like to stay in the areas that had too many of them. They were weird...he didn't like them that much. The more modern area of the house was a lot better. That's where mom and dad stayed at the most.
The young boy with dark hair and large, twinkling black eyes peeked around the corner of the large archway. Just down the furnished hall were two marble Corinthian columns that guarded a large oak door.
The boy glanced around the hallway a moment, then carefully crept his way towards the door. It was a jar, as it always was. Cautiously poking his head around one of them, the boy peeked inside.
His father was sitting behind a large, dark cherry desk that sat in front of a window that was one forth the entire wall. His attention was buried in a book that was sitting in front of him, and his right hand was scribbling away at a piece of paper next to it. Rows and rows of books sat in shelves behind him.
Michael peeked around the room, then carefully moved backwards to leave.
"He's in here." Blackstone said out loud, not looking up from his book.
Michael blinked, then pushed his way through the door to get a better look inside. At the corner of the desk, a fluffy stub of a tail wagged back and forth. A grunt that was far too deep to have come with such a small tail called out disapprovingly, and was followed by several shrill yips.
Michael smiled and hurried over to the side of the desk. A tiny boarder collie pup was batting at the tail of a large, long haired dalmatian. He picked up the energetic pup and looked up at his father with a bit of a grin.
"Sorry..."
"It's alright. I'm just not sure how much longer Sebastian can keep his patients." Richard replied with a grin.
"Are we going to the beach today?" Michael asked.
"Of course. Right after I finish these papers."
"How long will that take you?" Michael asked.
"Not very long. I simply need to find the paragraphs, then jot them down." Richard replied, then looked down at the boy. "Would you like to help?"
Michael beamed, put the pup back down...much to the disapproval of the dalmatian, and climbed onto his father's lap.
From in the doorway, a woman with curly black hair stood leaning against the arch. A small smile wrapped around her lips as she watched the boy hunt through the book for the parts Richard was looking for.
The pup began playing with the older dog's tail again.
This time the long haired dalmatian nipped at the pup, growing more agitated with it.
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The plant...meanwhile...was not happy. The front of it's cage had been blown away rather spectacularly, injuring it in the process. The wires that was attached to it had been ripped off, tearing part of it's tendrils away.
It didn't see anything in the room, except the human it had been feeding off of. With nothing holding it back now, it's tendrils curled out of the box to try and crawl it's way over to the very vulnerable host that was still in the more pleasant phase of his dream.
If it didn't get over there soon...before what was left in the tubes finally reached the man's mind...he would start to feel the same effects anyone did when the plant was ripped off of them.
The rude, very harsh realization of reality.
As that was going on, an older man crept down the halls towards Reaper's cell. He had orange hair that was very much in the process of balding...horray genetics. His green eyes, sharp and full of obvious ill-intent, scanned his surroundings.
Rapture had been wanting to know why this hall was so heavily guarded from him. And now that it was open, he was free to find out. The explosions that had destroyed the doors and such were obviously just from bombs. If he should come into contact with whoever was responsible...he shouldn't have much of a problem with them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:31 pm
Cat stared at the contents of the box for a beat, her expression caught somewhere between shock and disgust. What the hell was that? And... was it reaching out? Seeing what its destination was, and assuming that its intentions couldn't be good, Cat's eyes narrowed, and unsheathed her claws. "Oh, no you don't," she whispered very quietly, her voice hard. And then she started cutting the tendrils apart as they came with her supernaturally sharp claws. Whatever this thing was, it was done as far as she was concerned. DONE.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:46 pm
The ability to crawl about became considerably harder with each swipe. The plant tried to continue forward, unable to sense whoever else was in the room, until it simply couldn't go anywhere.
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Michael was tossed high into the air, then fell back into his father’s waiting arms, held high above Richard’s head. The two laughed as Blackstone tossed his son into the air again, and Edel sat in a reclining chair under a large white umbrella. She looked up from her book to watch the two for a moment as they played on the beach, a small smile wrapped around her face. They both looked like they couldn’t be happier.
When they came back over to the umbrella, Richard plopped down in the seat next to Edel. Michael moved around the back of her chair and wrapped himself around the side of it. ”How long are we staying here?” Michael asked.
”A few more days.” Edel replied. ”Then we need to go back home so your father can finish up some work. Then, we’re taking another vacation.”
Michael beamed. ”Disney world?” he asked hopefully.
Richard grinned. ”For quite some time.”
Michael smiled and hopped around the side of the chair for a hug. This was going to be AWESOME! Disney World with his mom and dad and….and…
…wait.
He never…they never went to Disney World. He’s never been there before. What had…something happened when they got home. Something happened and they couldn’t go. Vacation? No…no he had to go talk to a….doctor. The doctors.
When Michaels thoughts came back, he was standing in the garden. The beach completely gone. The little boy was standing in front of a bush. Sebastian…his father’s dog…had just walked away from it. There was something…a cat. A dead cat. Sebastian always had such a temper when he was picked on. And the cat had picked a fight with him. The thing was bloody. It looked…it was…
The way the grass changed colors around it.
The doctors…right. He started trying to recreate what he seen with the cat. Daddy gave him little pets when he got worse. Daddy didn’t want him hurting an actual person.
But…but he did in the end. Another boy picked on him. Called his dad names. So Michael beat him bloody till he ran home. Daddy gave him bigger pets to get bloody with when ketchup and paint didn’t work anymore. Doctors couldn’t figure anything out. And Mommy began to get sick.
The next moment, he was standing outside the large oak doors and columns to the library. There was a noise coming from inside that Michael had never heard before. He stood there and stared up at the door for a long moment, before something moved behind him. Edel had walked up to him, hair curtaining half of her face. Michael looked up at her with a worried expression.
”Mommy…? What happened to your face?” he asked quietly.
Edel put a hand on the side of her face that was hidden. ”Nothing, sweetie. Mommy was just a little clumsy.”
”Did you hurt yourself?”
”….yes. Just a little bit though. Nothing to worry about.” she replied gently.
Michael looked at her a moment, then back over at the door. ”Mommy…why is daddy crying?”
Edel didn’t answer.
Michael turned back towards her. ”Is it because I’m sick too?”
Edel still didn’t answer. Just stood there a moment as something shiny slid down her face. She bent down onto her knees and hugged the little boy.
Michael just stood and stared. The small puppy moved out from around the corner of the hall and looked at him.
Michael stared at the pup for a long moment. That’s…that’s right. What happened before wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been. The cat was real. The animals were real. This right now had happened in the past as well.
And then…
A blunt ‘smack’ echoed through the hall, followed closely by a loud howl.
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Michael, still unconscious, groaned a bit through the apparatus around his mouth. His brows furrowed a bit, but that was all the movement or waking up he did. /// I will write up the dream sequence later tonight. One class left for the day starting soon. -__- ; /// /// wow, that looks so much shorter as a post than it does in typing it... ///
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:58 pm
Satisfied that the thing couldn't move, Cat let out a small sound of grim satisfaction. Then something--or someone--else made a sound, and she turned around to see Reaper stirring. Immediately, the woman moved over to stand near him, her expression concerned.
Hesitantly, she reached out to touch the side of his face, then stopped, surprised at herself. "Hey," she said very quietly. Suddenly, she wished that she'd thought to ask his real name--not that he would have told her, necessarily, but at least she wouldn't have had to feel so stupid at that exact moment. She shot a nervous glance at the door, she reached up and pressed the invisibility device, turning it off; she didn't want him to wake up disoriented and freak out because an invisible person was talking to him.
After another second of hesitation, she reached out a hand to lightly touch his shoulder. That was certainly less personal... "Hey," she whispered again, more urgently. They had to get out of there.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:07 pm
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The room changed again. This time he was in the hallway, looking down at his puppy. The one pet he never would have harmed…lying still and lifeless on the floor in the corner. He stared at it for a long moment, then looked down at the fire poke in his hand. The sharp corner of it glistening with blood.
But his puppy wasn’t bloody. At least not one spot like the spoke would have done. There were teeth marks around the puppy’s throat.
Sebastian had gotten mad at the puppy.
Michael had gotten mad at Sebastian.
The boy’s eyes widened and he dropped the metal rod onto the ground. His immediate reaction was to run down the hall to try and find his father’s dog. He took one step, then stopped cold. No…no he didn’t have to go find the dog. He knew what happened. He knew what happened next. The dog had retreated to his father’s library and bled out. It was an accident…but he knew that he wasn’t allowed to touch Daddy’s dog.
Daddy found his dog. Daddy lost his temper. Daddy was a monster when he lost his temper.
The scenery changed again, and this time Michael was staring into the mirror. He was older…well into his twenties. And his face was bloody. Given how old he was now, it wasn’t surprising. He’d been playing with humans quite a bit by now. And a bloody mirror wasn’t that surprising either. Thought here was something different about this moment. He didn’t remember killing anyone, or how his face had gotten….
Then he caught a glimpse of the room behind him in the mirror. And his heart stopped. He knew this room. He knew why he didn’t remember killing anyone. He had blacked out, purely from rage.
Michael spun around the small bathroom, and looked down at the lump of matter lying by the drain that was once a body.
More specifically…his younger step-brother’s body.
Reaper stared wide-eyed at the body, the blood streaming off the walls and into the drain, the blood covering him and dripping from his hands. His heart thundered in his chest. He’d killed something of Daddy’s again.
Daddy lost his temper. Daddy was a monster when he lost his temper.
The scenery changed again. This time he was in his house. The lights wouldn’t come on. But there was something in the room with him. Something with red eyes. Eyes he’d only seen once before.
------------------ The tube...or device...or whatever it was that was clamped onto Reaper's chest above his heart began to vibrate. Reaper's heart started pounding away in his chest, and his fingers began pulling at the metal table under him. He groaned more, squinted harder, and moved his head to the side. It was clear he was having a nightmare. In the hallway, Rapture was just about to near the door. A slim figure in black manifested itself in the center of the doorway, blocking view from the inside. Rapture glared. "Well...the fact that they sent you to stop me really makes me curious." he said quietly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:12 pm
Cat backed up. Fast. She also reached up to turn her invisibility device back on in a hurry when she heard voices outside the room, then stopped in mid-motion when she realized that it would not make any difference; one of them belonged to the man who had captured Reaper in the first place. Swallowing, she moved closer to Reaper again, and shook him by the shoulder. It wasn't exactly rough, but it was no longer gentle, either. "Please!" she all but hissed, "Wake up! We need to get out of here!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:43 pm
Reaper's nightmare seemed to worsen.
"There is nothing to be gained by going inside. Turn around, and help out with what you can." Xion said quietly.
Rapture stared him down for a moment. Then, slowly, his eyes widened with recognition. "I know that smell..." he hissed. His voice taking a more demonic tone to it.
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-- last bit of dream....is in laboratory --
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Reaper's eyes shot open, his pupils very small and frightened. He didn't see cat at first, just the metal ceiling, and some tubes traveling up and into it. Then a machine beside him.
And he couldn't move.
Straps. Metal clamps holding him down to a...table? And what...what was...his heart? Something was...oh. Oh no. Nonononononono!
He panicked, yanking against his metal restraints as hard as he could.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 5:55 pm
Cat flinched, then hurriedly began yanking at his restraints as quickly as she could, herself. All the while, she spoke, quickly and quietly. "It's okay. It's okay. Well... it'll be okay if we hurry, in any case. Just stay calm and breathe, alright? It's me. Remember? Black Cat? I'm your friend. You're going to be okay."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 6:44 pm
Reaper heard Cat's voice, and for a moment seemed like he was going to try and calm down. His arms stopped yanking at the restraints as much, and his breathing slowed down some. Then he heard another voice that seemed close by as well. One he recognized all too well.
"Let me pass. I know he's in there!" Rapture hissed from the hallway.
Reaper froze, and his heart stopped. Utterly. He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling as his mind slowly began to spin as the initial shock died out.
He was in a laboratory...strapped down...a tube trying to keep control of his heart...with HIM in here?! It was happening again. It was happening all over again. They were going to kill him this time...he was sure of it!
Panic and rage overtook him again, and he tried harder to break his bonds.
/// sorry. Class just finished up. -__- ; ///
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:41 pm
Cat, needless to say, recognized the voice, too. "s**t," she spat, and redoubled her efforts, pulling at the restraints with all of her more-than-human strength. She didn't waste any more time on trying to calm him down, mostly because she was too busy trying to keep herself from losing it.
((It just occurred to me: whether or not they manage to escape, would Cat's life be more valuable to the Exhibit if they realized that Reaper was legitimately attached to her? ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:52 pm
// Oh yes, very much so. >:3 //
With the added help, the restraints snapped away from the table. Reaper began pulling harder, and the rest of the restraints on his arm fell off. His free arm went straight to yanking off the restraints on his other arm.
He wanted out. He wanted out NOW.
Rapture heard the commotion coming from the room, took one look over at the dark clothed being, then moved to shoot past him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:10 pm
Cat started tearing at the other arm's restraints at once, shooting half nervous, half angry looks over her shoulder at the door every few seconds. They were rapidly running out of time, and she knew it. If they didn't get out before that godlike being decided to stop blocking the door from that Blood... thing, they were incredibly screwed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:26 pm
Xion put his arm up to block the enterance. "I can't let you come through." he replied, his tone bored.
Rapture was able to get enough of a view inside the room to see both Reaper...and the cat he had met in the streets. He stared for a moment, then grinned a wide, shark-toothed smile. A wicked twinkle in his eyes.
Reaper ripped his other arm free. With both hand free to move about, he ripped the band going across his diaphragm from the table with clawed fingers. He sat up, the tubes in his chest shaking as they moved, and ripped the apparatus off of his face, and the wires from his head.
Then he got a look past the figure in the doorway...at the familiar aging face on the other side. Reaper stared wide eyed at him a moment, then they became very sharp, black slits.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:33 pm
Cat followed his gaze, and immediately started thinking damage control. "No," she told him in a low, insistent voice. "No you don't. Not right now. We can hunt him down later, and believe me, I will help you. If we attack him here, I'll probably be killed, and you'll get hooked up to those machines again. If we don't go now, we don't go at all. Are you listening to me?" She was trying to keep her tone level, calm, but seeing that... thing (she wouldn't have known it was him if it hadn't been for the voice...and that particular twinkle in his eyes) had lent her voice a rough edge that she couldn't quite get rid off.
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