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 Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:29 pm
Torca Andrew looked askance at Atticus as he raved, slamming into the walls then suddenly pacifying.. "You've been here before? ...Where's here, exactly?" He scooched to the wall to sit next to the demon hunter, trying to be comforting while thinking of a way out. He could try summoning a demon, but he didn't really have any of the neccesary components, and even then they looked pretty sealed in. "It's them. Buffy calls them The Initiative or something...they're some kind of scientists...they...do stuff to you..." Atticus mentioned, trying to calm himself down.
"And I have a feeling they've upped their security since last time..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 6:52 pm
Andrew started to say something when the door to their cell opened, a tall, slender woman with her hair tired in a bun walked through, flanked by beefy men covered head to toe in camoflauge. Andrew stood up hastily.
"Atticus," the woman said, "Good to see you again." One of the guards shot something into the demon hunter's neck. Andrew backed up into the corner as the other guard dragged Atticus away. The woman whispered something into the first guard's ear, indicating the blonde. The soldier shrugged, and they walked out, carrying Atticus.
Andrew slumped to the ground. What the hell had just happened?
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:10 pm
Fred decided to not wait on Wesley.
She approached the front door of the mansion, and knocked a bit timidly.
"Oh gosh, my tummy's all tied up in knots...." She whispered to herself. Sidebar from Agethia: Please leave your sigs out of your posts.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:11 pm
When the group entered, Atticus' head popped up with wide eyes to see who it was. He sat up quickly, backing into the wall to try and find a way out, though there was none.
"Atticus, Good to see you again."
"No..." Atticus whispered right before something sharp pierced his neck. "...no..." he said as he felt his body weakening, and he collapsed to the ground, almost completely unable to move.
He remembered this drug...it wasn't to put him to sleep nor to paralyze him, but instead it weakened the muscles and every other part of his body so he couldn't fight back, so he couldn't run, so he couldn't even stand up. He could only lay there and get dragged away like a useless rag doll.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:15 pm
Lorne sat up on the couch. Had he fallen asleep? He looked over at Angel who was watching tv on the other side of the couch next to him.
"Angelcakes, was I asleep? Please tell me I wasn't asleep..." Lorne mentioned a bit worried. He looked around at the living room space for Atticus. He had seen what would happen in that boys future whenever he had sung, and it was going to happen today. Lorne had been planning to tell him about it and keep a look-out for him...but...had he fallen asleep?!
"Where's Atticus?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:26 pm
Fred knocked a bit harder, since no one was answerin' the door.
"Gosh, maybe no one's home."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:28 pm
Buffy heard a knock on her way to the kitchen and headed to the front door. When she was almost there, they knocked again.
"I am COMING!", Buffy hollered.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:33 pm
"Yeah, you fell asleep. You okay? You look a bit...green." Angel joked when he looked at his friend. What? Humor? From Angel? This human thing was finally rubbing off.
"I think Atticus left a little while ago."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:34 pm
When Buffy left, Phoenix stared mistrustfully at that girl.
"What's your name again?" she asked the bloodied beat up slayer.
"And how come you fainted? Aren't you, like, embarrassed? I know I'd be."
She smiled at the little one.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:35 pm
Willow snorted laughter.
"Her name's Coco, or Zozo, Or Bozo.... something like that."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:36 pm
Fred backed up when she heard the yelling, and looked frantically around, finally deciding to jump behind the tree on the right side of the front porch.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:39 pm
The group made their way to a large circular room, seemingly empty except for a table in the center and various instruments mounted on the wall. The woman smiled at Atticus as her goons tied him to the table. She wore a simple white labcoat with a black crucifix printed on the left breast pocket. She read from a clipboard.
"Now now, someone's been bad. Avoiding our agents, not coming in for physicals..." she took a knife from the wall. "And there are so many tests, so many tests we need to do."
She cut open his shirt with the blade and handed it to one of the goons to be disposed of. She continued to look at the clipboard, twirling the knife in her fingers. "Where to start, where to start... Endurance? Healing? Combat?" She raised an inquisitive brow, then laughed at herself.
"I forgot, you got hit with those tranquilizers. Those tranquilizers. You can't talk. I suppose, I suppose you're not up for anything physical." She started to slip on latex gloves, given to her by one of her assistants. "We'll start with healing, then." She took the knife and started to draw red lines across his chest, each deeper and longer than the one before it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:48 pm
Atticus followed her movements with his eyes. Everywhere she walked, his eyes would follow. It was the only thing on his body he could move easily.. When she brought the blade close and he though she was going to stab him right then, he closed his eyes so he didn't have to watch when it would happen.
She cut off his shirt as she spoke to him, her words creeping into his ears like a cockroach. He reopened his eyes, surprised that she hadn't cut him yet. When she began to talk about testing his healing ability, he somehow knew what was coming next and got a bit nervous as you can imagine. He tried to move, and his body shook a bit as he tried to fight the drug and the bonds that held him, but it was useless.
And then she began to cut his chest, and he could feel all of it. He opened his mouth and shouted as each one got deeper and deeper. He gritted his teeth as much as the muscle-tranquilizing drug would let him, and he closed his eyes again, unable to comfort the pain at all because he couldn't move.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:19 pm
The woman smiled and made conversation as she sliced, occasionaly reopening older scars, and made recordings on her clipboard. She made small talk as she went.
"You've always , you've always been such an interesting specimen, Atticus. At first I was just fascinated for the Mohra, but even beyond that you've proven excellent for data." She traced his chest with the flat of the knife, then turned him over, off his back.
She continued to talk as she cut open his pants. "I don't really understand why, understand why you've avoided us. We gave you life, even beyond that of an average, an average human." She handed the garment to her assistant to be taken away, and continued her incisions across his back and down to his legs.
"So, who's, who's that boy you brought with you? I never imagined, never imagined you'd be that type..." She made a final mark on her board and rid herself of the gloves and knife, having her assistants turn him over again. Most of the physical effects of the drug should of been mostly worn off, especially with all the adrenaline and endorphins produced from the minor wounds.
"So, up for, up for a run?" she smiled and started to walk down another passageway leading to a treadmill, leaving her goons behind to make sure he followed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:36 pm
Buffy pulled open the door, seeing no one there... though there was a car parked in the front that she didn't recognize. She stepped out, doing a cursory check, and saw nothing. She shrugged, and went back inside.
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