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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:46 am
Unfortunately, Hayden was already long gone by this time, returned to his own room and wracked with guilt over condemning yet another poor innocent to the basic equivalent of Hell itself.
Instead, Shawn was now being observed via a hidden mini-cam inside his new 'room.' His image reflected on the monitor, still shouting and beating on the door uselessly.
"Heh, spirited one, isn't he?"
"Yes, quite." The deep male voice held none of the amusement of the guard's. Serious and detached, he seemed concerned about other matters. "Well, we should really do something before he hurts himself."
The guard laughed again, an empty, sinister sound. Like there was nothing behind the laughter; no soul, so to speak. As if it were only an automatic reaction and not brought about by true mirth. "Guess so. Shall we, Dr. Hakan...?" He grinned, hand hovering over a button, waiting on word from the doctor.
The doctor nodded curtly. "Do it. Gas him." With that order, he turned, stalking out of the room and down the hall, heading for the dormitories.
With a smirk, the guard slapped his hand down on the button eagerly. Inside Shawn's room, the air vent gave a quiet hiss as a powerful, but otherwise harmless, tranquilizer began seeping into the room in gaseous form. Colorless and nearly odorless, the gas would soon fill the small room, sending the boy into a peaceful slumber and leaving him at the mercy of his captors.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:36 am
During this time, Shawn, somewhat aware he was being watched if not how or why, had ceased his yelling. His throat was already raspy and sore from all the running he had done that day, and he had not the heart to continue calling to someone he knew would not return.
Very soon, his tense fists hurt so much he could hardly feel them at all, even when his kunckles began to bleed. After all, it wasn't just some wooden door to break down. It was thick, reinforced metal, with a lock. The door was built not only to keep people out, but captives in.
That's what Shawn knew he was now. A captive. How didn't he notice it before? It was obvious now that he thought about it. He should have trusted his street instincts. He shouldn't have allowed himself to trust anyone, least of all a complete stranger. As he fought for a way out, Darrow could only wonder what Hayden was thinking now.
Had the guard taken him for a fool? Was he an amazing actor who pretended he cared about the well-being of others? A part of him wanted to believe Hayden had locked the door on accident. He'd have to come back any minute now, with news it'd be alright for Shawn to stay until the boat arrived next week.
The whole rest of him, however, screamed he'd been decieved. Duped. Fooled. He, of all people, should have learned from past mistakes. And yet, somehow, he'd managed to make the worst two mistakes of his life in one day.
But that didn't mean he had to stay defeated. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE!" Shawn shouted to whoever might have been listening. "I'LL FIND A WAY OF THIS WRETCHED ISLAND! I'LL FIND..."
Beneath the sound of his defiant vows, Shawn was just barley aware of the hiss that seethed through his air vent, circulating through the room's atmosphere. To him it was hardly something that mattered, and he did nothing to investigate.
However, as more of the gas enveloped the boy, he felt a great heaviness decend upon him and found it very difficult to stand, or even keep his eyes open. As he inhaled the sleeping gas, his mind became fuzzy, his words slurred in his mouth. "I'll find...I'll..."
Before he could even make it to the bed, he slid to the floor, unconcious. It was the second time in the past 24 hours Shawn had found himself asleep against his will. It was also one of the last times he would ever actually sleep again.
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Spliced - Cronus Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:43 am
After a time, a new noise emitted from the air vent: the soft whirr of a fan, drawing the tainted air out of the room and circulating fresh air in. The door clicked softly and Dr. Hakan entered, wearing a gas mask over his face to protect himself from any lingering airborne tranquilizer. Chuckling softly, he held both a syringe and another mask in his hands, a small vial of purple gas attached to the breathing mask.
Fastening the mask over Shawn's face, he turned a valve, opening the vial as the boy inhaled. As the gas slowly made its way into Shawn's lungs, Dr. Hakan turned his attention to the syringe he carried. Rolling up the sleeve of the boy's coat, he wasted no time in plunging the needle in and injecting the fluid.
As soon as the vial was empty, Dr. Hakan quickly shut off the valve and removed the mask, dropping it into his pocket with the discarded syringe. That finished, he gestured towards the door and a guard in uniform joined him in the room long enough to help him move the boy onto the bed. No sense in leaving him on the floor to catch a cold, right? The doctor quickly tossed a blanket over the boy, then headed straight for the door and left, grinning sinisterly.
It hadn't been easy to prepare this one. They'd run into some problems in planning the injection, but in doubling up like this, the treatments should overlap, ensuring success one way or another. If the liquidated form didn't work, the natural gaseous state should.
It wasn't easy to harness Ghost Pokemon DNA...
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