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 Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:00 am
It didn't seem like a hard choice to make.
"all right, you got me. I still say you work for the Mafia. Don't know what the hell you would want with me." Lauren signed the final paper. These Mafia guys were slick, real professionals. They had ties where she could very well be considered dead to the world, and she sure as hell didn't want to go to prison.
"You made a wise choice kid." The oversized man in the overpriced monkey suit said to Lauren.
Kid.... I hate being called kid.
"Guess I will figure it out."
Damn, trapped she could hear his words over and over again in her head.
A tropical island with food and shelter or PRISON.
Still she thought something was up. Her first guess was that some higher up decided to get his kicks with some unknown piece of white trash. But... that seemed unlikely, there are plenty of willing whores running the streets Lauren's age or even younger. It was sad but yes it happened.
Why did she even call that number to begin with? That man had came into Lauren's life with his huge shoulders in that intimidating helicopter that struck fear in Lauren's soul and LANDED on the freakin' building that Lauren had taken up illegal residence within. She was surprised as hell the damn thing didn't crumble under the helicopters weight, it was so old and run down. He had found her hole in the wall she called a room and knocked. She answered barely aware from the hunger pains that had overtaken her. She signed some papers cause well, hunger pains are by no means fun and she so craved a shower.
Couldn't get a job or she would have to go back home.
Couldn't go back home... that monster was worse than the streets.
So she signed.
What changed her mind? Well to kick this mess off the large boy let something slip about an island and a doctor. What in the hell would a doctor want with her? And he had that look, she realized, of a muscle bound member of the Mafia looking to kick her around a bit. And his eyes.. Lauren knew how to read them and they drove her cold with fear. 'God, this kid... she has no clue what she's in for.'
They hid something terrible. She's seen enough and lied about enough of that something terrible to become terrible whenever she desired. She knew terrible.
But that seemed to be a worse trouble than she has ever faced.. somehow.
And apparently that paper she signed had put all her rights into his huge dark hands. Now it was either a tropical island or prison. Guess what Lauren chose?
So now she was stuck in a helicopter over the ocean with a huge bound of muscle as a pilot. Her hands and legs tied tightly.
She still didn't get what the ******** was up with the restraints but she knew they probably had been watching her for a long time and if SHE had been watching her for a long time... she would put herself in heavy restraints.
Really really heavy restraints.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 7:12 pm
"What's your name or can you tell me that?" Lauren asked the big man in the suit trying to busy her mind.
"James." The man replied. He looked back at his passenger with some concern. "You shouldn't worry Ms. Granger, the island is great and Moreau is great"
Lauren looked up her hair in her face, 'Thorn, call me Thorn.' She hated being called by her first name let alone by her last. Lauren Granger was dead in her eyes. She sat there quietly waiting. Conversation seemed to make things feel worse. There were things hidden there, she knew it. A year on the streets of L.A. heightened her danger sense. She just never knew what was behind those senses and didn't always trust them.
At least there was a great view... Thoughts swirled around Lauren's head as she looked out the window. Scenario after scenario flew through her head and none of them seemed to be anything good.
But what if this could be her big break. What if her days of struggle and sadness were over. What if this was a simple easy job on a gorgeous tropical island?
She fell into slumber with these thoughts.
"Thorn... we're here" James shook her awake carefully like he was watching his huge strength.
Lauren spazzed awake, "WHAT! WHERE!?" She flailed a bit like a wild animal until she came to her senses and shrugged. "Finally that took forever."
James helped her to her feet as she was still restrained. He escorted her out of the helicopter.
Lauren was amazed, it was as if she stepped onto a different planet. Concrete was replaced with green leaves of palm trees and tropical flowers. The air was clean and smelled of heat. Tropical birds cawed out sounds that seemed to replace the sound of vehicles. No sound of vehicles. She couldn't help but smile for a second but soon caught herself putting on her tough face.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 2:20 pm
A jeep pulled up as the Helicopter started lifting away, out of the Jeep came a red haired man in a sweater (on a beach no less!) and two guards behind him.
"Welcome Ms. Granger, to my Island, I''m sure you''ll be very happy here." Moreau made a jester with his hand and opened a back seat door. "Get in the Jeep ma''am, we have certain things to take care of."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 7:17 pm
Lauren's ears perked the second she heard a vehicle aproach. A jeep aproached with a red haired man in a sweater.
'A sweater, I'm hot enough and I barely have anything on,' was the first thought that popped into her skull.
She decided to do as he asked because well... she wasn't going to stay out and keep residence on the helcopter pad. But she obeyed and got into the car mostly because of the guards. She didn't wish to get knocked around and left in the middle of no where tied up.
"Whatever," Lauren simply replied. "What things?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 7:34 pm
"Innoculations against certain tropical diseases, be able to give you a sort of medical look over." Dr. Moreau smiled as the jeep drove through the small constructed roads from the helipad.
"You'll be very happy here Ms. Granger, I think it will all work out for you." Moreau said as they began to approach the large lab buildings, the fence opening automatically at the vehicle's approach.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 7:47 pm
The building was huge and appeared so out of place around the wild tropical island. The building looked more like it belonged in a nice city rather than an island. She pictured all these rich mucky muck's in lab coats running the joint. In and out and home to their wives, their dog and their 3.5 children day in and day out. There only worries must be what restaurant they are going to for dinner or if their car is better than their neighbors car.
Within her mind filtering through these thoughts she heard the word Inoculations and tropical diseases.
What in the hell was he talking about... shots?
Lauren shuddered at the thought but she didn't want some mutant mosquito stabbing her and injecting her with something that made her fester, boil and die. Probably a necessity.
But still... a shot.
"Heh, we'll see." She replied shortly with extreme attitude. Lauren knew not to take certain things at face value.
And.... oh well this guy was probably so formal she would just have to deal with hearing her last name. No need to waste air on trying.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 7:56 pm
Moreau pulled the jeep in front of the complex. He got out himself as did the two guards. "This way Ms. Granger, we'll get you taken care of and get an apartment assigned to you."
He walked towards the doors to the lab as they opened on their own for him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:19 pm
She followed him out of the jeep. "Apartment?!" Wow, she had forgotten all about that. "But why? Really what DO I have to do. Nothing comes without a price."
Lauren awed at the doors opening on their own. "This is some high tech s**t!" She exclaimed with rude excitement.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:25 pm
"Your here for... study. We want to see how you react here and interact with the inhabitants." the elevator opened as they continued to walk.
"Floor 8" he smiled. "Yes, very much so, the elevators are voiced activated and encoded. You won't be aloud on this facility after this. But we have a full village for people to stay here for. Some of them are here for different reason but the true reason is observation."
The elevator opened into a large lab with a metal table at the far back side of the room. A lot of technical equipment speckled the entire room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:37 pm
we have a full village for people to stay here for. Some of them are here for different reason but the true reason is observation.
Lauren's spine felt cold all of a sudden as she shivered at the thought. She hated being observed, keeping to herself. People were dangerous and he definately couldn't be trusted. She wondered if she should even trust him to inject her.
"Observed?" And the speedy elevator didn't help her stomach at all. "Ya mean, some people don't know?"
She went into the large room, moving a bit slower. Stuttered and stoped as she looked at the table. "Look, can we just get this over with oh and can I get some new clothes?" She asked the Doc.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:49 pm
"We'll have some clothes of your size sent to your room by tomorrow?" Moreau walked over to a cabnet which opened automatically when he moved his hand across a panel.
"Sit over there, on that table." he inserted a vial into a needle. "And be able to give you your innoculation..." he smiled slightly, his back to Lauren.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:03 pm
Lauren obeyed much against her intuition. It's not like she was in a good position to do otherwise. She rolled up her sleeves. "Don't know my size really, small and tall is all I know." She said hiding her nervousness as much as possible. Can't show weakness.. she never showed weakness. She held her arm out abruptly "Stab me Doc.... Doctor Marrow?!" She couldn't remember his name DAMN it was a weird yet stragely familar name.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:15 pm
Moreau took the needle and inserted it into Lauren's arm. After a moment he pulled it out and it left only a small burning sensation.
"Well, that's all Lauren, these kind men..." Moreau said as he nodded to his guards. "Will show you out and to your apartment. Just a warning, sometimes the innoculations can cause... odd dreams. Sleep well, food is served at the center building in the morning."
"Goodbye Ms. Granger."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:53 pm
Lauren hissed at the needle's burning sensation. Really it didn't hurt that bad. But that red liquid seemed so so intimidating. What vaccines were red ever really?
The guards immediately grabbed Lauren after the Doc just mentioned them. While they weren't dragging her they seemed to need to get her out of there fast.
"Bye Doc! And it's Thorn. Just don't watch me dress and use the bathroom all right?" The observation thing was way too freaky. Though the doctor didn't seem like a perv, she really didn't want him perving out over her teenage body. And that was just about the first thing Lauren would worry about.
She was lead by the rather large and stoic guards to her apartment. Ah a bed! There was a bed. She was rather tired and hungry already but she would wait until tomorrow. She was good at waiting to eat but the mere mention of food made her stomach fight hard with her. A box of stuff was already awaiting her arrival. James seemed like a nice guy for being so professional and hard, he packed up some of her stuff for her albeit dirty and seeming worthless to most it was all she had. Mr. Moose was in the box. She was so happy, she would hate to leave without Mr. Moose. But then somehow embarrassed that someone so threatening to her would know the secret of Mr. Moose. Well, no one truly knew his secret but Lauren liked to keep her appearance tough because it was how she survived.
She took a long hot shower, got into the least dirtiest thing she had to wear and laid down in the warm clean bed. It was so gushy and plush and warm. It wasn't wet except for the place her head lay on the pillow. And it was clean... which was also very strange.
She lay there snuggling the dirty moose. At least Mr. Moose was familiar.
And with that thought she dropped suddenly into sleep.
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Lauren was on the streets again. She vaguely remembered being in a lab on a tropical island and receiving a shot from that red head man with the freaky smile. 'It must of all been a dream' She thought.
Her 'friend' Fire came up to her. She smiled at her and told her something she didn't quite understand. Lauren could tell she was high.
"The dreams you have... sometimes tell you what will come. Come come come, but you will never come back." Her red hair was similar to the doctors and suddenly she was wearing a bloody lab coat and held a huge needle full of red liquid. "Come here Ms. Granger, it's just a little shot. I need you my little experiment. I need you." Fire then wore a wicked grin upon her face. Only one thing came to Lauren's mind 'run'.
Lauren was running fast, incredibly fast and then two legs didn't seem like enough. She was using her arms as legs like an animal. She found some dirt in the ground where a building had been knocked down and equipment was working on replacing it with the new and improved version of that mall/shop/company whatever that was there. Her instinct was to dig and that she did.
She dug a hole in the ground and went very far underneath. Under the dirt she found her mom buried with worms devouring her corpse. Her mother looked at her and smiled. She had smelled different though. A gas was coming up from the Earth as worms entered Lauren's body. She tore them away but one was successful in burrowing into the back of her neck. She grabbed her neck as her decaying mother grabbed her and held her down. Fire threw down the needle and started to cover up the hole. Lauren was trapped couldn't move from the arms of her dead mother.
Lauren's dad appeared... they weren't in the tunnel anymore they were at her house. He picked up the needle and jabbed Lauren's arm with it. He injected the red liquid and Lauren began to change. She was a monster now like him, they matched only he appeared red while she was yellow. She devoured him and fell over unconscious upon her old living room floor.
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Lauren awoke to a knock at the door. She breathed deeply, terribly deeply. It must of been morning. The clock next to her said 6 a.m. but for all she knew it was another day even difference from L.A. She hid Mr. Moose under the bed as normal and went to answer the door in her worn and torn clothing.
Her arm ached as well as her neck.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 9:25 pm
A package is left outside the door of Duplex 10 with a label saying "Lauren Granger Apt 10" with various hearts and smiley faces around it, even one cute one with devil horns. Inside the package is sets of goth and punk clothes. They are fairly nice but they do look like they were purchased at Hot Topic and are more of the "fake punk" that Lauren might not have liked, but even a real leather collar is included.
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