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 Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:50 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ★★  ► Hojo stood in silence. It was hard to decipher the red haired mans actions, his reasoning – everything about the specimen was puzzling. In fact that was just it. He was a puzzle.
Hojo quickly pressed the intercom button, allowing his voice to enter the room below. “I have come to a decision A233.” He began, his lips were slightly pursed as he spoke before he quickly shut the intercom off and made his way down from the observation room and to the steel door that held the subjects inside. Pulling out his keycard he quickly slid it through the slot and proceeded to open the door. “Please, walk with me.” He held the door lightly for A233. Of course confusion riddled the man’s expressions, even followed by the chance of freedom – though surely A233 realized that he would hardly get anywhere if he decided to run. So he merely followed the crazed scientist in suit.
“You have proven your worth. At first I was beginning to believe you to be a lost cause, but you managed to pull through. Thus, you’ve earned a little something. A thank you perhaps, from my staff as well as myself. We do hope you will be willing to move forward with your training.” Hojo led the red haired man down a few sets of corridors before coming to a stop outside of a room that also bore the same keypad. With ease he slid the card once more proceeding to open the door for him, and allowing him passage through. Once inside Hojo reached over to turn the knob that was located on the right hand side of the entry way.
The room immediately filled with light; and it was easy to tell this was an actually room if not a small apartment or similar to that. There was a small twin bed with white blankets draped over the end. At the top was a small pillow. Next to such was a nightstand, of course the furniture itself was not immaculant, but to someone who has had nothing it would be extrodinary. Off to the right was a table, perhaps used for paperwork but on top of such was a tray that held a decent selection of edible food as well as a glass of water off to the side. Also on the corner of that table was a set of clothes laid out, followed by a towel. Hojo motioned for Reno to help himself before proceeding to speak once more. “If you will please shower and eat I will send someone back to take a look at those injuries. We will have you patched up then, and if you wish we can go into the training further.”
It was with that Hojo left, proceeded to find a guard that was in the vicinity. He gave strict orders for LR-002 to be returned to her quarters and that Touscon be brought to A233. As well he ordered Lucrecia to be located and given instructions to introduce the B328 to LR-002 and move to the next project.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:46 am
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To her distain, it was not Trellon who had dimmed the lights. No, for usually he would come in and conversate with her. Whomever was outside the door, merely shut them down and went about their way. Indeed, the lack of light helped her pounding head greatly, yet she felt so very alone all the same in the darkness. Heaving a rather heavy sigh, she rolled to one side where she stared into the nothingness that seemingly engulfed her very being. I do hope that Trellon comes in today. She couldn't help but to look forward to the everyday visitation from the scientist. He was so very calm, his composure never seemed to sway from that of concerned human being. Or perhaps it was a mere facade. Yet, that was something that would remain unbeknown to LR-002.
After what seemed like ages, the sound of someone outside could be heard. The room was again lit up with the florescent aura it had once before and she sat up rather quickly, knowing it had to be Trellon. A warm and welcoming smile grazed her rosey lips as she eagerly awaited his entry into the room. With such he bore food. She enjoyed the meals that he brought, in all truth they looked like something that perhaps was vomited onto the plate, but it still tasted rather good. Providing her with the nutrients she needed to survive and live a healthy captive life. Yet, she could not eat yet, as he set it on the stand next to her. Instead he pulled out few instruments and began to set to work on her injured hands. Though it hurt prior, he had doused her hands in a liquid that seemingly served as a disenfectant as well as pain killer. Then he began to dig out the small wooden shards LR-002 remained still and only winced here or there, merely from the feeling of wood being pulled. As he proceedingly did so he informed her of many apologies he had to give to her. Silly, he owed her no apology for he did nothing wrong. In fact thus far he has done everything right!
"Please, you have no need to apologize for anything. You've done nothing wrong." As for questions she may have, well there were perhaps hundrends that ran rampant through her mind on a daily basis. LR-002 smiled lightly before inquiring upon the most pressing of them. " How does my treatment go? I fear, that I blacked out once more in our last dosage session and I cannot remember much. I do hope to say the least that I am meeting the standards."
It was then the room became silent as she awaited his response. Unknown to her that Hojo was merely outside the door observing everything that went on within.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:53 pm
Her attention had turned to Touscon now, figuring that she was the next lowest on the chain of health...Surely, this one would put up more of a fight, but...Well, at least her host didn't seem to have a problem with eating the latecomer...But of course, as usual, something had to go wrong before she could feel fully satisfied...She sensed the vents opening before the cursed gas actually began to descend upon them. The vampire's eyes glanced around the room quickly, scanning the walls for the vents. She then darted to the corner farthest from the vents, crouching down low to avoid the toxin as long as possible while it approached from above.
The vampire didn't know for certain if the others in the room could sense what was coming for them, but frankly at this point she didn't care; her top priority was her own safety, and the protection of her host...Knowing that she had little ability to protect herself from the gas, she tried to think of her other options...She didn't see any that would be of help...the other limit breaks were even more susceptible to this room's perils than she was.
She saw its affect show on the faces of the other moments before she felt it herself. As soon as the toxin reached her, her heightened senses alerted her at once; for a change, this invisible menace had a taste. it was bitter, and sour, salty, and vaguely reminiscent of the taste associated with the scent of rotten eggs, despite its lack of odor.
The chemicals started to overwhelm her, pain spreading through her from her chest into her limbs. She wanted to cough, but her body was so busy convulsing she couldn't even breathe. The vampire sucked in a shallow, shaky breath, clenching her teeth together trying not to scream. She collapsed to the ground, the world shaking with her in agony. Her muscles were tensing randomly, without any real plan behind it, causing her limbs to twitch erratically. She tried to focus on keeping them still, not wanting to give those who inflicted this torment on her the satisfaction of knowing she was in pain...of course, through the agony, she wasn't even coherent enough to tell if it was working.
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Deuce nodded, quietly removing himself as he was dismissed with no more than "As you wish, Master First." He bowed and exited the observation room, pausing only a moment as he decided where he should put himself. Within a moment he came to the conclusion that he had only one place to go where he wouldn't be in the way of the Masters. Thus, he headed to his 'room'.
The robot happened to be one of the only Ravens to have a quarters belonging exclusively to them, if it could really be called a room. In reality, it happened to be his lab. Not in the sense that he performed experiments there, simply that it was where maintenance and diagnostics were performed on him. For that matter, it was the place in which he had been assembled. Deuce headed to a comparatively small lab to that which belonged to the Master First (though, technically, they all did,) but for the Raven it was more than adequate...He even considered it homey. His spare parts were kept here as well, including those which he had damaged in the past, and were yet to be repaired; specifically, his old optical sensors.
They were in one of the spare cases in the cabinet of parts that could be salvaged, but deuce dared not try to fix them himself...Though he could more than likely complete the job now that he had the appropriate tools, and that the eyes had been extracted and replaced with spares, but that was not protocol...No, at most he could assist those to whom he was charged, usually only by handing them the tools, components, or spare parts they requested...Perhaps the technicians would allow him to help in their repair...Maybe even later today. He smiled to himself slightly at the thought, though that was simply an emulation of what he had seen others do, associated with something thought to be pleasurable.
With that, he simply maneuvered himself into the alcove set aside for diagnostics, and began running on minimal power...Deuce always thought secretly to himself that this must be his equivalent of sleeping, but of course there was something to be desired from its lack of dreams...Oh well.
((Eh, I'll post Cruze later. >.>))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:31 am
“That is not for you to decide, LR-002.”
Clearly he alluded to her minimal comprehension of what exactly his duties were. In the areas that concerned the LR-002 Project, she had far greater a vantage point. However, such still was beyond her overall knowledge. Though he understood where she came from with her obvious bias and insistence towards his inability to be blamed for what seemed to her feeble irregularities, it was for such infinitesimal inconsistencies that many men perished and failed miserably where others were exalted high above all others for their successes.
Regardless, whatever fit had taken her previously, such was now clearly purged from both her attitude and recognition. Should she even recall what had happened was a query swiftly to be determined. Already she herself noted that her memory of the previous night’s mandatory dosage was at least in part removed from her recollection. However, for the most part she was in admirable health. The tremors had quelled and desisted, not returning even when her body had been left in such an irritable and plausibly painful state. This alone was a victory in and of itself, once which Cruze had abruptly terminated before allowing it full time to germinate. Should any issues make themselves a problem later on in the project, merely because of one test’s corruption, Trellon would see to it that AVALANCHE’s Second-in-Command, Cruze, had his life paid in full for the debt he would owe to the entire project.
Yet, LR-002’s swift movements dictated that her body seemed little sore after the effects of the injections the day before. Everything, then, was proceeding quite surprisingly well. And Trellon made it a point to inform her of such.
“For the time being, you are in considerable health and your responses are uninhibited as far as is currently discernable. Your body has reacted with expected aptitude and has relieved you of any negative side-effects you could have possibly fallen prey to.”
It was then that Trellon’s quick motions ceased and he took up the tray from beside LR-002, filled with the bloody and fractured splinters that had infested her hands. Moving efficiently, he took from the room’s cupboards the necessary ointments and bandages that would be necessary for but a day before the wounds healed themselves properly so that such was no longer needed. Once again, Trellon knelt before LR-002 and took up one hand at a time, bandaging loosely but securely her fingers individually and then moving on to her palms, till at last both of her hands were doctored in their entirety.
“Unfortunately, you did not handle the increased dosage well at all, LR-002,” he informed the young woman before him as he stood and gathered his materials. As he placed them away in their respective locations, he continued. “Though your recollection of the dosage last night is incomplete, it is important that you inform me of everything you can and cannot remember. That is imperative.”
Trellon turned to LR-002 then, and took her by the elbow, guiding her to her feet and then to the small table within the room where her food rested. Taking a seat to a side adjacent her, he continued. “Your body reacted rather violently to the increased dosage. Insofar I have not notified Professor Hojo of your progress. He is currently overseeing the completion of a test of minor importance to him, although you remain his priority. Once you are settled and I have assured you are comfortable and well, I will seek him out and seek out further decisions towards your continued health and the benefit towards the program. Do you have any questions?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 12:25 pm
It had ended the moment it began.
They had thrown her in there to die. When she had finally burst into the room, and landed sight upon the redhead that haunted her memories in waking, tormented and twisted her dreams in slumber—all sanity that remained had been thrown into the flames. What insanity she had gathered over the maddening accumulation of events—one after another, endlessly piling and piling up, till she felt she would destroy herself in order to be freed of the MADNESS!—such she breathed and burst through!
Injured she might have been, ribs broken, internal bleeding swiftly destroying her movements, yet the assaults of the female Turk ravaged her foregone kinsmen as easily as they had destroyed her. In her efforts she had made no progress, except to gather to herself the claret haze of rage and assault, tear, render inescapable the man she had once trusted! What? No! Never had she trusted him! NEVER had such things passed her thoughts! The brilliant red, the crude smile of victory when she’d been usurped… such were LIES born of hallucinations thrust into her unconscious state! They were not REAL.
DEATH. Death he deserved! Death she must deal him! Destroy now! The fetid and bitter tasting, wretched churning within her! CEASE. This irrigation of the mind! THE SOWING OF SEEDS OF HER DEMISE! Her FAILURE!
Even as the gases filled the room, her nerves shooting up instantly, her body jerking wildly, her shrieks piercing the air, akin to the wild ravagings of a cruelly wounded animal, fighting for the last vestiges of its life against a bitter, ancient enemy. They were pained and shrill, inane, hysterical, even as her eyes darted to and fro rapidly, wide, her very face contorted horrendously in her combined aggression and the nerve gas wrecking tumultuous results throughout her every limb and portion of her body.
“NNNOOOOOO! RENO! I’LL KILL—I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! LET ME RIP YOU APART! YOU DAMN, ******** CREEP! I HATE YOU! DIE! DIE, DIE, DIE! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT, RENO! EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT YOU b*****d! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS! I’LL KILL YOU!”
With such degenerate ravagings her words contorted eventually into wild snarls and screams, flailing and ripping apart the body of the convulsing male Raven beneath her as they’d both fallen to the ground from the effects of the nerve gas. Eventually the paralysis became complete, and her raging was silenced into wide eyed, seething hatred and fury. Such an expression had never before contorted the face of the woman, even throughout her life and training as a Raven, she had been known for her calm aggression. Now, all semblance of who she once was had been destroyed by the image of the clearly brutally injured, immobile maniac she had become. As she was removed from the room and taken to her cell, still she did not stop glancing jerkily towards the redhead. When he was out of her sight, her rapid eye movements barely diminished, and it was not until they had her secluded in her solitary cell that the assistants who had been called no longer had to worry over her temporary paralysis.
To what end?! It’s him. It’s him… it’s always been HIM.
Soon, swiftly the paralysis would leave her, now that clean air had been regained. Then, and only then, would her body begin to rapidly heal the wounds her kin had given her.
I’ll destroy you, for what you’ve done to me!
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:42 pm
A233 had opened his eyes ever so slightly as the sudden brutal attacks upon his body ceased. What was this blissful escape? Was it death? He moved his arms as best he could, despite one being broken, and attempted to curl himself into the fetal position. He wasn't dead: he still hurt. His eyes felt so heavy that he wondered if they were swollen. What was left of his hair went over his forehead and tried to cover his eyes, but there was a sudden screech in the air that caused his eyes to jolt open as wide as ever.
He couldn't remember ever feeling so alive.
"RENO!"
As if he'd never been hurt at all, or as if his lack of strength had just been a farce, the red head got up to his feet with little effort. Still, he had to put his good arm against the wall to keep his support; he suddenly had a head rush. Still, he kept his ground. Wild eyes searched for the b***h who'd screamed his name. Who the ******** was it? What the ******** did she want and where the ******** was she?!
It didn't take long to realize what was going on. He could see Touscon's face as she practically destroyed her fellow "companions", the other Ravens. To think that he had been here in this place all this time almost made him sick, but he couldn't think of anything but the woman across the room. Not even the insane vampire-creature deterred him from looking this raven-haired woman in the eyes. "TOUSCON!"
With what little strength there was left in his legs, he stepped forward. He was going to bash her ******** face in. How dare that b***h take him here, after all he'd done for her in the past. In truth, he couldn't remember much of the woman, but it was his chest that hurt when he saw her face, and he didn't know what to do other than to hate her, and long for her, and hate her, and care for...
But before he could do much else, his neighbor, whose name seemed to form as Arina, was getting ready to pounce on him, but she suddenly backed away and moved for another target. As much as he could remember, he was still having trouble grasping what in the hell was going on at this present moment. It had come and it was suddenly dispersing, like a faint breeze...
Reno was suddenly brought to his knees. He hadn't even noticed the nerve gas until it had already hit him, sending him into a convulsing fetal position. He clenched his teeth, refusing to let out any cries of agony. "******** YOU!" he screamed at Hojo, at Touscon, at Trellon, at ******** YOU, YOU ******** ********. YOU DIE, YOU b***h. YOU STUPID b***h." He could hear everything Touscon was saying to him. How ******** dare she threaten him, act as though it was all his fault? SHE brought him HERE. If she hadn't RAN AWAY like a little c**t, NONE of this would have happened. He'd be back with "RUDE!" and "MIRAGE!", but he wasn't.
His body seemed to go numb and he just couldn't move a ******** thing. He could hardly even breathe. For a moment, he thought he wasn't breathing at all. He didn't even realize who'd picked him up and brought him to his solitary cell; he stared at Touscon's agonized face until the door was closed behind him, and when he was thrown in the cold, dark room...it was her face that haunted him in the dark.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 10:31 pm
Hours seemed to pass. However long she truly lay there was a mystery to her, and hardly the one she cared for most. All she knew was that each moment was a silent, immobile battle of emotion and memory. At first, it was only sights of the cold, white room she had been ripped and torn into in however long ago. The scent and sights of ravaging bodies, blood being shed, bones crushed and shattering, organs rendered ineffective by naught but cruel, merciless and bare hands—both of kin and stranger, either way, enemies she could not overcome.
What cruel twist of fate, then! That she did not perish as she had so expected! Not fallen into final darkness at last, deeper and blacker than her very locks and withering eyes—no longer knowing calm and the sanity of cool, effective precision, but only madness. Madness! A torture unlike any death or injury or pain this had become—Life! A foul taste it bore! No pleasure did it anymore grant her! Just trial and trouble, torments unending.
For what purpose? Who cared! She lived! That alone ensured her pain!
And then she had sighted him. His face heavy and disillusioned, limp as his body, the fire and ubiquitous passion of years prior dried up, leaving but a ragged shell of a man to whisper only in dreamlike memories of whom he had once been. The sharp tongue gone, the smoothness he possessed inconceivable now. How could it even be so?! That he who had made her suffer so, dredged up such poignant and provably irrevocable memories of a life long gone—never to be returned to—was not as limp and presently ineffective in the very sense of the life she now so keenly felt, could not deny?!
Not only was it unfair, it was dooming. If he died by such a means, she would be trapped here, in this labyrinthine madness, forever sealed into halls, endless dreams haunting her every waking moment of what she had no ability to return to, even should they all be regained, every last tendril of her past dredged up and plastered irrefutable once more upon her mind. No escape would be hers!
Rage and desperation, fear and madness had made her scream his name, no longer denying that she knew him, giving in at last to insanity! She had embraced the dreams of her past, the ugly, forgettable tales of a life just as unfair as the one she lived now. Had she never remembered, she could have continued on in ignorant peace! But it had been denied her now, and to what end?! In her confusion, her mess of emotions, she gave in to her Raven nature and had let violence and unbridled rage take her over—and her solution had been to kill him. Kill him who had made her remember, brought back to her in a desperate, spontaneous race—to reclaim her perhaps into his life as something he had once let escape from his grasp—all that she had run away from in the first place.
Now, as she lay there upon the cold floor and the pain faded, her body was slowly given back over to her control, she realized no end of training would allow her mind to reclaim the ignorance AVALANCHE had once emblazoned upon her as a Raven. They would use her, to make him break perhaps, and then they would kill her, as they had intended from the moment they had given her the other to return.
And, try as she might, she could not rip the sight of his face from her mind. The life that had sprung there, as purest, unbroken spring in listless a land, had shattered her more effectively than the Raven that had crushed her bones in his single, vicious blow. They had raged, raged and roared their fury at one another in the moments after, till pain and decisive twist of fate had rendered them silent, by the hands of those they could not deny were ever their Masters.
Still then her face remained tormented, not by crippling, gut-wrenching pain of nerve gas manufactured specially to ravage and make the suffers seek death, beg for it in their state of immobility. No. But by the agony that too marked his face, as she was lifted and carried off, even as he. By the locked eyes of this aqua and her black—sharing in that moment a look of unintelligible pain and torment.
“Damn it!” she screamed and crushed her fists into the floor, heedless the shattering of delicate bones under the blows. Till at last, she stopped and tried shakily to get to her feet, only to fall, coughing and hacking up blood, clutching her stomach as she collapsed forward onto her face, partly on her side, her cheek pressed to the cold ground. Where they had taken him, she couldn’t know. But she screamed it anyway, daring, fighting to hope that he heard her.
“Where the hell are you, Reno?!”
And, much to her own surprise, she found with her shouted words and painful breaths that hot, infuriated tears were falling the very short distance to the floor. It had been years, and she had learned once again to cry.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:59 am
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LR-002 watched in silence as Trellon doctored her wounds. Nothing was tender as he quickly and efficiently made with the dressings. She was doctored with the proper ointments which in turn would help with her recovery within the next day or so. Yet, as he worked effortlessly he inquired to her to delve into the things she may or may not remember.
In all truth, she tried to block out the pain that had come with the increased dosage. LR-002's body was used to the normal amount of which had been given over the years. Yet, the sudden increase had not taken to her well at all. So slowly she began to describe every aspect that she could recollect. Most of which was a hazy blur, not quiet clear but not absent in the mind. “I remember feeling fine for the first dosage.” She began her eyes adverting elsewhere, anywhere but toward Trellon for she wished not to be under his inquisitive gaze. “Yet, when we pushed past the designated amount that my body has grown accustom to - everything seemingly became a haze.” Gently she pulled her hands away as Trellon finished, only to be led across the room gently. “It was as if, my body was reacting defensively I suppose. Though unlike you I am no scientist. I .. remember a lot of pain, before everything suddenly went black. Then, the pain was gone.” Disappointed with her recollection of the past events she took a seat in front of the tray that belonged to her. Aggressively her stomach rumbled with the pangs of hunger. Carefully she picked up a slab of bread, tearing a piece off with her teeth she began to chew and then swallow. The young woman’s hunger was slowly sating for the time being, yet it was still prominent.
Alas, she could not help but to continue. “Another thing that stands out in my mind..” she stated flatly, “..is aggression. I felt, so very angered. Which is very unlike myself. I do apologize if things were said unnecessarily..” Adverting her gaze back down to the tray before her, she carefully picked up the plastic spoon allowing it to dive into the small bowl which seemed to contain a vegetable of sorts. It smelled awful to the sense’s - yet the flavor was not too terribly bad. All in all the meal was well rounded provided the young woman with the proper nutrients as well as substance she would need to progress throughout the day. Taking a small bite she proceeded to wash it down the water that sat to the left of the food littering the plate. “Is it normal, to feel aggression?” She inquired before continuing with her meal awaiting his response.
Yet, as for Professor Hojo - LR-002 could not help but to feel slightly apprehensive. What would he think of such a reaction? Would he consider her to be a failure to the cause? After all she had been on this project since... well since before she could remember. The professor had taken her on as a small child and thus far her readings had been all but exemplary. Occasionally she would have a mild reaction here or there, but nothing to such an extreme to cause self injury or even the feelings of aggression. There have been times though that she could remember blacking out. That was a usual occurrence, alas never with the side effects that she suffered so ruthlessly from the prior eve. Heaving a rather exasperated sigh she turned her body to face Trellon, though his presence was a calming one she could not help but to feel anxiety welling within. “You do not think the Professor will be .. dissatisfied do you?” She inquired her brow knitting together as her hands laid gently in her lap.
Yet, little did she know the results would be the most welcoming of all to the Professor. For on this day, the project had broken through a new barrier and they were near perfection.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:41 am
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Crystalline blue orbs studied the room before him, as he scribbled away furiously upon the pad of paper he held so close to his form. The scientist could not help but to frown upon the worrisome look that formed on his prized subject. It seemed as if something was bothering her, as if there was a heavy weight upon her shoulders. Alas, he would cross that bridge when it came to - until then he would merely overlook such an emotion.
Perhaps the greatest obstacle in LR-002's creation was indeed the emotion. Being that he had acquired the subject as a young child, the scientist had hoped that such emotions would have faded over time. Yet, with all human subjects it was perhaps near impossible to break them of such ‘feeling’. It was in fact the kink that could be found in everything, where as always nothing was perfect. Although he strived for such perfect, Hojo could not help but to admire how smoothly his subject was coming along. LR-002 fought not against their testing and constant injections of the serum. No, in fact she was more than willing. It was not often such a diamond could be crossed in the rough so to say. The subject took well to nearly all the dosages, yet it was not quiet the desired effect that he so yearned for. No there was much more that the subject was to be capable of. Though such things remained even secret from his most trusted and loyal follower.
Carefully he followed the steps of both Trellon as well as LR-002 as he lead her across the room to a small table that held her food. It was indeed suggested to Hojo by the young scientist that they provide LR-002 with some comforts as well as a better diet than most. Such was a reward for the promising subject, as she was free to do what she wish in her confinements and suffered not the torturous expenditures of many of the others. No, if one were to say over the years LR-002 was indeed his most prized possession. Scribbling once again, only this time much more violently he watched as LR-002 spoke with Trellon. Of course he assumed she was giving her feedback upon the increased dosage, and soon enough Trellon would give his feedback as well as the outcome.
So it was with that he added a few final notes to before stuffing away his pen in the front most pocket of his white lab coat. Turning upon his heel he proceeded to make his way down the achromatic hallways that were occasionally adorned with crimson to a rather familiar cell. This subject hardly showed promise anymore, and he was by all means growing tired of it. Carefully he pulled the card from his pocket that would grant him access to A233's cell. Swiping it with ease the green light emitted from the console allowing him to turn the knob with no restriction. Stepping inside he stood there, silent and contemplative on whether to kill the mongrel himself or perhaps offer him one more opportunity at life. Only it was then an idea came to him.
Slowly, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. Perhaps more so out of irritation on how to word the oncoming offer than anything. “A233..” He began, no emotion lacing the words that came from his pallid lips. “.. You have offered me no choice on the matter. For, to my disdain, you proceed to show no progress nor the effort to become something of worth. Needless to say, you are a waste of my time.” Yet, as he began to speak the words flowed much more smoothly - much like that of an experienced actor. Idea’s swirling around in his head much more quickly than he had anticipated. “Nevertheless, I am willing to grace you with one last opportunity.” He stated before beginning to saunter his way across the room toward the broken man who hardly had left the life in him to put up a fight.
“If by chance A233, you can prove to me that your life is worth living. I may in fact grant you with the freedom that you have so desperately pushed aside in your mind. Would you like that? Mmm?” A rather sadistic grin spread across his lips, as the blonde haired man attempted to remember the points of ... trigger upon the disheveled beast before him. Perhaps a damsel in distress? Ah, yes that idea was a rather fond one. Yet.. who would be such a damsel. It would have to be someone whom the man would automatically feel a bond toward, perhaps someone who has yet to break his trust. Perhaps a blonde? Clapping his hands together he quickly made haste for the door. “The test will occur in 24 hours. Either you will prove yourself, or you will die.”
With such being said, he exited the room - the door slamming hard behind him as he did. It was time to speak with Trellon, and put LR-002 to her first test..
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 7:06 pm
Reno  Of all the time he'd been left in this room of darkness, all Reno had done was lie spread eagle on the floor. He stared into the blackness that was the ceiling and tried not to think of anything. But the silence was maddening, because it made him think of all the things he didn't want to think of, and remember the people he suddenly wanted to forget. He hated these memories. He loved these memories. He almost seriously thought that maybe when he was on the brink of death, that just maybe it was better than how it was now. Now that he realized he was locked in this place and had people he actually cared for on the outside.
But these memories faded in and out of darkness. One minute he could remember Shin-Ra, the next, there was nothing. He wondered briefly if it was all just a made-up dream, but it was the only thing that made sense. He sighed. He was feeling pent up and angry. Caged. Constantly threatened. Maybe it would be a good idea to just let that ******** Hojo have his way with him?
No, I don't want to give him the satisfaction. But it seemed the only way. Maybe he could just beat it. Or he would just die. Either way, he didn't have much of a choice. He was about to roll over onto his side when light came through his cell... He covered his face, painfully blinded. He didn't need to see him to know who the voice belonged to. He didn't speak, merely curled into a fetal position to keep the light from invading his eyes. It hurt. Painful. Annoying.
The words would have sounded Greek if he didn't care so much for freedom. He knew the freedom was merely a farce, a scapegoat. It was just a reason to get Reno riled up so he would comply with whatever. But he still wanted to try. Anyway, what else did he have? There was just nothing to do. Nothing left to live for when there was no escape. If he could break through...like Touscon was breaking through...and get his memory back, if it really was stolen, then maybe he really could escape?
Reno didn't say a word. Not a thing. He waited until Hojo left before he uncurled and lied flat on the floor again. His body ached. His head hurt. Limbs were broken. He was starving. He wondered why he hadn't just withered away by now.
How ******** pathetic. I'm in the same prison as you... 
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:25 pm
Like a child, she remarked upon her doings to him. With hesitance and yet offering up clear usuries she proceeded, unable to know what delicate strands of imbalance she treaded, blind in her gentleness, kindness—emotions foregone those of his skill and tendency, except when expressively required, demanded. It was as the walking babe, taken by the hands for so long till at last parents let their grasp slide from babe’s curling, grubby fingers, reaching out so insistently, beseeching the parents return and not draw only further away. And there, standing at so great a distance still to tread, the parent permissively encouraging child onwards, further into their awaiting, open arms.
The fall was inevitable. As easily as was the child’s due suffering. Fate was not to be believed in where fact and predictability reigned.
Tenderly still he made his explanation clear to the young, untainted woman under his care—their most valuable of specimens—and when she spoke, looked away in clear uncertainty and anxiety, wishing not to displease him, he likewise drew away, giving her space, allowing calm to regain its claim upon her heart. To intimidate would be counterproductive. Gently he had always handled her, and gently now would he carry on. Especially, when such valuable information came forth with pleasure from the lips of the innocent surrogate.
“To feel aggression is normal for some,” he began, at first remaining across the room from her, allowing no moment of silence to intrude upon his swift, effective, yet tender answer. Ever he spoke to her as one would their child, an act to some extent, yet based upon sure intentions that allowed it so genuine a quality. For such a reason, he had proceeded along with LR-002 in far more productive a manner than any other scientist set to work with her, and thusly had achieved his main purpose within the regeneration of the elder AVALANCHE group that had once terrorized the planet.
However, in an effort to assure LR-002, establish a connection with her so that uncertainty might be banished and harsh qualms settled, he moved once more across the room to LR-002 and took a seat adjacent her. “Yet for you, it is a new emotion, and therefore, one you are not accustomed to. Therefore, it will feel strange and unsettling the first time you are exposed—or undergo—it.” His hands folded silently together in his lap as he explained, carefully and appropriately, making sure to leave no detail untold, except for those which would result in any undesired responses—whether emotional, mental, or otherwise. Such was simply unacceptable.
“You must understand, LR-002, that to experience unusual and sometimes frightening changes in one’s self is a normal—in fact, necessary—consequence of increasing any dosage of an experimental, productive manner. As such, your unusual experience the day previous was not unusual except to you who have never undergone such a change until now. Though there is pain, and indeed, additional emotions that will rise to the surface, you will learn to expect them, and over time will no longer feel as though they are a contradiction to the self you are used to.
“In fact,” he maintained, his voice steady as ever, and only his words to speak for the good news he delivered to his test subject. “What had been accomplished, was a great milestone in this project, LR-002. You should be very proud of yourself for being able to handle such a change so well.” And though his voice remained level, the praise which he offered was so rare in coming that LR-002 would know it to be genuine. After all, whether or not other purposes suited the telling, such was the truth.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 11:34 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ★★ ► Pleasure surged through the man as he sauntered through the hallways back toward the room that contained the most prized possession of all, LR-002. He could not help but to be overjoyed at the most recent idea that seemingly conjured into his ever busy mind. Rakish was the grin that crossed pallid lips as he reached into the upper most pocket of his lab coat pulling out the key that would grant him access to LR-002’s quarters. With ease he slid the card in, a welcoming buzz ringing into his ears. Wasting no time he quickly pressed through the steel door, tossing a light nod toward Trellon to leave immediately. Of course the scientist was happy with the findings that had occurred prior. The new heights that have been reached were, very much ahead of schedule. No, the scientist had not planned for such a breakthrough so soon, in fact he was hoping to hold out for perhaps a few more months. Either way the look that was tossed toward his second in command was an appraised one, and perhaps even one of great regard.
None the less he watched as Trellon quickly exited leaving behind the folder that contained the information he sought. Flipping through the pages rather quickly he found himself stopping here and there to murmur incoherently to himself from time to time. Seemingly, he was pleased all around with the content written upon the paper. Hojo had then proceeded to lightly set the folder down upon the edge of the table before slithering around to face LR-002. With ease he placed his fingers upon her temple, gently pressing down on her sinus’s much like that of what a doctor would do when checking for a cold. Slowly he moved down into the lymphoid area before coming to an abrupt stop right above her breast bone. With a solid tap he listened carefully to the sound within, before retracting his form away from the young blonde. Health wise, everything was in tip top shape. He could not be more proud to say the least. LR-002 raised a brow ever so slightly before his hand quickly shot up to silence her. “LR-002. You have soared beyond anything we had expected in these past few months. You have taken to the serum with a higher promise, and now, it is time to test your abilities in the field so to say.”
Taking her by the arm, he gently lifted her form from the chair before leading her out the doorway and down the hall. They passed the observation room that was strictly used for dosage administration on LR-002’s behalf and continued down taking a few turns here and there. It was perhaps minutes later that he led her inside a very large room, as white as any of the others. Slowly he let go of her arm and hurried toward the small table that was already set up. Picking up a vial he then proceeded to pick up a rather large syringe. Wasting no time he drove the needle into the murky liquid that riddled the bottle, withdrawing a rather large amount. The dosage was much more than any other given to the female subject. In fact it was perhaps equivilant to that of six dosages. Extricating the needle from the bottle he set it down gently on the cool steel table, followed by the syringe itself. Motioning his arm for the young woman to come over and take a seat in the observation chair, she did as requested, not a word escaping from her lips. Her expression was calm and collected as Hojo moved around her attaching various monitors here and there. Although, if one were to look close enough into the crystalline gray orbs that were her own – a slight hint of fear would riddle.
“Now, I need you to listen carefully to me LR-002. This will perhaps be your final test. I am going to inject close to six times the normal dosage that you are used to. It will be all in one single injection. I need you to try and remember everything that occurs. Do you understand?” LR-002 nodded, her expression emotionless. “Good. Now, please your arm if you would.” Carefully she outstretched her arm toward the scientist, as he carefully tied a rubber tourniquet around the upper bicep portion. A deep breath was taken in, followed by an exhale – she remained still none the less. Hojo proceeded to move as quickly as possible toward the table where the serum sat. Picking up the syringe he gently tapped on her epidermis, finding a rather lovely and large vein. Without a moment to waste he carfully punctured the outer layer, allowing the cool steel to find its way within her blood stream. “This will surely hurt.” He stated flatly. Yet, excitement riddled his eye’s as the serum quickly depleted into her system.
A sharp breath was heard from the young woman before Hojo quickly clamped the steel bars down around her wrists, and then it was instant….
“Good. Good.” He stated, a gleam that perhaps only a child could bear on Christmas morning was evident in his face. “Now, for the second.” With haste he departed the room and nearly ran down the hall way, and in doing so he motioned for a few scientists along the way to follow. With much ferocity he ripped the key from his pocket coming to a firm stop outside A233’s cell. Sliding the key he barged in through the door and signaled for the men to grab the red head, which they did obligingly. With perhaps unneeded force they drug him from the room and down toward the observation room where LR-002 could be heard. Screams piercing even the deafened of ears, pain clearly evident…
Only much to Hojo’s dismay there was another being transported at this time down the hall. A familiar woman, once know by the name of Touscon. “Restrain him!” Hojo commanded managing to fumble and unlock the door that held the agonized woman within. “Restrain him damnit! I need him in here!”
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:39 pm
Waiting, decrepit silence the instigator in melancholy ailments—her persuasion slowly being shifted, an untimely disease of the mind, consciousness was beginning at last to firmly grasp hold. In sneering retribution, the ego was being surpassed by the superego once more, the essential whole of humanity, at last coming once more together. An hour had passed at least, maybe more, since her outcries—futile, verily shameful to her newborn race—had ceded to tears of anger and frustration, and those, in turn left only a sullen redness about her face. The sticky trails had long been removed with furious, tattered clothes, the droplets she’d let fall as well long dried from the bloodied floor, if not lost in its thick darkness.
Bitter frustration had given way to muted aching, a somber desperation gripping her fleetingly on occasion, and… the wash of memories so long suppressed—those she had once been certain had been ultimately eradicated—assuaged her. Of a childhood she had hated, of the broken, pitiful excuse for a family she’d had. Of the city of Midgar, her wiles there, him, and then—the run, flight from all she knew and had known. Into the maws of living death she had cast herself, and been willing. Yet she paused, and for the first time since her memories had begun to return to her, she let her thoughts drift back to… him. To… Reno.
They’d barely known each other. Even the day she’d been finally separated from him. She knew it was she at fault, for up and disappearing on him overnight like she did, but he had never come to search for her. The trail she’d left had chilled in Kalm, the last place she had been known to live, and then went totally cold at the sea edge. She admitted, when she was heading for that coastline and saw the shroud of Midgar in the distance, she had stopped if only for a moment—thought of her father, thought of him—before turning and racing as far away from it as was possible. She couldn’t have borne the sight of her father, possibly on the streets and scrounging for food, the man that had given up his daughter in hopes of handing her over into a better life. How could she ever go back there? How could she be able to face him again?
“I’m a murderer, daddy,” she murmured, experimentally, choking on the last word as her voice cracked, grisly and grim with the recent strains of harsh emotions. Coughing, this time without the blood, she regained her composure quickly enough, but a gruesome taste of bile remained in her mouth. She spat across the room, wiping her mouth on the back of her arm, her hands shaking frighteningly. They had been doing so for the hour or so since she had shattered them against the floor of her cell, attempts to regenerate contradicted by the wrong placement of the delicate bones that made up her long, thin fingers, now half dangling, half curling limply—a squeamish sight for those unused to their upbringing.
For the first time in her life, however, she understood what it felt like to be a prisoner. Somehow all those years of devotion to the AVALANCHE name, the cells they slept in, the way they lived, had felt normal. Certainly they had brainwashed her into believing so. It was the only reason she was finally able to escape from the life she had once been bound to live up to. She wondered now, the very first time she was even able to, what her life would have been like if she hadn’t fled Kalm so many years before? Where would she have been now, what would she have ended up as? Instead, here she was, a twenty-six year old woman with nothing but death and slavery both before and behind her.
And Reno? She almost laughed, the sound doomed to have been tinged with disbelief and regret. “******** kid,” she muttered scornfully, not sure if she was talking about herself or him. She didn’t know what she’d seen in him. And whatever they’d had, it’d been too short to make a lasting impression on him. Hell, she couldn’t have known him much longer than a year. How the hell was she going to know that he’d end up being on AVALANCHE’s most wanted list? She didn’t even know the guy was the real deal with the Turks until they had received orders to capture him.
A part of her… was crushed… because it had been her to draw him in. Her sighting that had led to this. His torture, and that of his compatriot. The Ravenization. Ultimately, their downfall.
She had screamed, over and over and over again that it had been his fault, his fault for breaking the silence of the mind she had been indebted to. His fault for following her into this trap. His fault! For what? Treating her like any other unnecessary woman? Some fling that had taken off and disappeared? Who wouldn’t move on after something like that! She was not overly beautiful, nor charming. In fact, in the short time they had been together—even in the year of so they had known each other—most of their time was consumed by arguments, battles over wit and superiority. They never stopped fighting, acting like children in their ridiculous efforts to upstage the other. Who could stand such a young, firestorm of a girl?!
But… it had been fun… while it lasted. And if he really didn’t care, then why… why did he chase after her that night?
Before another thought could rise up in her mind, the cell door was opened and she snarled out of habit at the bright light and two figures that stood in the doorway. “Come on, get up. You’re due to be patched up before resetting those bones becomes too difficult,” one said, moving into the cell without waiting for her efforts. Whereas once she might have allowed herself to be lifted to her feet with nary a complaint, this time she literally snapped at the man, snaring his hand in her sharp teeth, hard enough to draw blood. The man cried out in pain, cracking her on the back of the neck hard enough to make her see stars, her jaw loosening enough so the man could wrench his hand free of her mouth.
A coughing fit shook her slim body as the other male assistant rushed forward and she was lifted to her feet, her arms pinned tightly behind her back so that she was soon able to be verily almost dragged out of her cell before she could regain her footing. Her actions may have been rash, but at least they had not been stupid or even ineffective. Even if she caused only minor injuries, and killed perhaps only one assistant every so often, it was still a weakening of the ranks of her captors. And the though she doubted she would ever get to the big kahuna, there wasn’t any sense in not trying. Even if the outcome would lead only to her death, what did it matter? She was doomed either way. Might as well go out with a bloody bang.
Once out in the corridor, however, she went along with the two men without complaint. If another opportunity struck, she wanted to be able to take it with their guards down. However, then something caught her eye.
“Reno,” she whispered under her breath, her gray eyes locked onto his, waiting for him to meet her gaze. Begging, inside, that he look at her! And then… he saw her, and the quietly desperate gaze she held upon her face fell away… to reveal a smile of relief. This was perhaps the first humane reaction she had had towards him, and more so, the first smile to cross her lips since she had sold herself to AVALANCHE so many years before.
She wanted to say his name again, louder, feeling it out so that it could be said for once as any normal person might say it. But in an instant the moment was shattered as Hojo’s commanding cries crashed and cascaded through the silence of the halls.
“No!” she cried out, pulling backwards into the arms of the men holding her captive suddenly, the two surprised by her wrong choice of direction letting their grasps slip just enough, their balance fall prey to her unexpected move. Left! Using the hold the two men had on her, she lifted herself and then angled her legs diagonally into the back of the knees of the man on her right, cracking her head against the left’s skull, taking advantage of his greater weakness. Almost instantly she was dropped and freed as the two men either recoiled or fell from her assault. Rolling and scampering from their grips, she leapt to her feet and raced towards him, towards…
“Reno!” she shouted, her eyes screaming what she couldn’t find the words to say. She was swift footed—they had trained her to be so—and so eluded their grasps, weaving away from their clutching arms, trusting out an arm to him—to Reno!—her fingers outstretched until she could grasp it! She clutched on to his hand tightly, eyes begging him listen, her face streaked with mingled pain and elation at the feel of his skin upon hers, being so near him, in a right sense of her mind at last! But she knew it would be only so long before they caught her—even so! As the strength of a man’s muscular arms wrapped around her midsection and she was lifted off her feet, still she gripped tightly to Reno’s hand, struggling as best as she could to be freed from the clutches of this blasted man! To no avail! Without the strength that characterized other Ravens, she was pulled away from Reno as easily as though she’d been a helpless child.
“Reno!” she shouted, determined at least that he hear her, even if she couldn’t remain with him. “I’m sorry! It is my fault! It’s been my fault since I first ran away, and never told you! I’m sorry!” And then at last she was forced into the waiting medical examination room and the door slammed shut. Still, a window remained there, and till the very last moment where he was at last out of sight, still she fought to reach out for that window, a hand outstretched to him whom she had betrayed…. And would do so many things now to save.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:21 pm
Reno How long had it been now since Hojo last came into his cell, whispering prophecies of tests, soon to come? Yes. Prophecies. Reno gave a harsh, gurgled laugh as he rolled onto his side. If the darkness wasn't so penetrating, one would have seen the crazy, open-mouthed grin on his face, as if he were laughing but no sound was coming out. He wasn't crazy, not yet, but now that his memories had been triggered, yet again, he wondered how long it would take until he really did go crazy. Sanity really was such a precious thing, but Reno was hating it, loathing its existence to the very core. Because it was making this all so much more painful to go through.
How many times had he thought of freedom? Of being rescued? Countless times now. Countless moments, hopes, dreams, whispers... Arina's optimism pierced his thought process, causing him to cringe and coil into himself, more in a fetal position now than before. He clenched his teeth, opening his eyes. He tried to seek out some form of light, tried to get out of the dark, but he was all the more aware of it, enclosed by it. He thought he would just suffocate of darkness. He would think, at times, that maybe he just didn't exist anymore, or that this was what it was like to be dead. He cursed under his breath.
He let himself go limp just before the door came open, reminding him of life, of existing. Of the past that was soon to be just as dead as he was going to be. He kept his eyes closed, despite wanting to see the light. It burned his eyes. He let them pick him up, drag him out of the cell...down the hall...towards the screams. I've heard her before, he reminded himself. It's that pretty little blonde, right?
But the closer they got, the sooner he realized he felt that he was coming closer to someone else, too. He opened his eyes, only to meet Touscon's, and a wave of confusion, and anger, fell upon him. It showed quite clearly on his face. He didn't hear Hojo tell his captors to restrain him, and it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He struggled against them, unsure why, unsure what he would do once, or if, he got free. Kill her? Hurt her? Hold her? Well, what did it matter? Just looking at her like that, what, innocent? Hurt? Apologetic?
Teeth clenched, he struggled still, but with his broken arm, it was all just too painful. Touscon, however, had gotten free rather easily, and his expression softened as she took his hand. He didn't understand. "Touscon," he quietly said, but just as she was being pulled away, so was he. When he heard her words, her apology, her reasoning, instead of fighting more, he just went limp.
What the ******** did it matter now, her excuses, her apologies, her bullshit, what did it MATTER now that he was here, that this was going to really happen, that he was being put into a room full of screams that would soon accompany his own. It was too late. It was pointless. Too late, too late, too late...
Reno closed his eyes.I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:32 pm
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So many emotions filled the young blonde’s mind. Yet none of them she really understood. There was fear, of all things fear riddling her veins at this very moment in time. The project, everything about her life was an exciting task. How she gave her mind body and soul to these people to create something better, a better world – or so she thought. Only that very emotion crossed her entire being as the crazed scientist entered the room. LR-002 would soon realize the consequence of her actions.
Of course he gently checked every aspect of the woman. Not in the same sense Trellon had. No Hojo showed hardly any caring or compassion with is actions. It was strictly business. Trellon on the other hand made the young woman feel much like that of a human being most times. Of course he referred to her much like the project that she was, but from time to time it did not bother her. Today something was highly out of place. LR-002 had yet to finish her meal, hell she hardly had begun to touch the damn plate. It was then Hojo had gently grasped her arm and led her down the hallway to what she assumed the normal dosage room. No, he was leading her to an entirely different room. It was much larger, and in the center sat a steel observation table that was set up much like that of a chair. It looked very uncomfortable to say the least. Next to the chair rested a bottle of a very familiar liquid followed by a syringe and nothing else. So he would be giving her another dosage. So soon? She could not help but to question the method to his madness, after all was this the safest of ideas? LR-002 began to scold herself mentally. Of course it was, after all Hojo was a well educated man, very intelligent and in her eyes he would never never do anything to intentionally harm her.
He had motioned for her to take a seat as everything was prepared and LR-002 could not help but to raise a brow as she did so. Though the fear that played so vigilantly within in remained such and her face was an emotionless void. This being something that LR-002 had perfected over the years. With not a moment wasted he encroached upon the young woman and quickly he tied the rubber tourniquet around her upper bicep. A sharp breath as she inhaled, rather due to the fact he was perhaps so rough. It was then, that the cold steel penetrated her outer layer of skin finding its way into her bloodstream where he then released the serum.
At first, it was like any other dosage. The sensation of warming was mild, nothing that she of course could not handle. Yet Hojo quickly restrained her with the steel vice grips that were bolted down upon the chair. LR-002 could feel her bone crushing slightly under the restriction and it took everything that she had not to utter a single sound. Quickly the man disappeared from the room leaving LR-002 only to assume that she would be fine for the moments passing. Perhaps he went to retrieve Trellon for further observation. Oh how she hoped for such. Yet, as LR-002 thought of the promising moments again with the young scientist and Hojo’s second in command she could not help but to begin to focus on everything that was occurring, as per his orders. He wished for her to try and keep track of every change of every little detail, and all in all it seemed like simple enough a task. That was until the pain began.
Much to the young woman’s surprise, the warming sensation that flooded through her veins became that much like acid. With malevolence her muscles contorted and her back arched upward into what most humans would consider a possessed state. Clear as the light of day the cracks from her misshaped form rang through the observation room followed by beastial screams of rage as well as agony. This was perhaps the worst thing the young woman had yet to encounter. There were so many things running through her mind at that point and time. Why? How? What the hell was going on? It wasn’t right, none of it. Nothing was right. LR-002’s heart rate shot off the charts, and to her it felt as if the very thing was going to burst from her chest! Her lungs struggled for oxygen as she attempted to breathe only to be cut short from the burning pain that ran rampant through her body.
Suddenly the door opened. Trellon! Her mind screamed as the threw her body forward in feral state. Only to her dismay it was not Trellon. NO it was that red head, the poor tortured soul that she was led to believe was not strong enough for the task at hand. Her eyes were begging as she bore into him, drinking in each and every feature deeming that he would perhaps be the last person she would see. Again her body convulsed forward, her hands curving down ward grasping the steel that held her in such agony. She gripped tightly, her nails digging down perhaps as hard as could, blood instantaneously flowing from beneath the nail as they slowly ripped back. “H..help..” She began, her eyes quickly changing from the once crystalline gray that offered affection as well as compassion to a ominous ebony. Her pupils were no more, her eyes slowly glazing over…
“Save.. me..”
It was then everything went black. LR-002’s mind was nothing more, though her body still acted out with primal rage. Whether it be directed to anyone or perhaps merely a reaction against the serum. One could hardly tell. In all truth, she merely looked like that of another innocent captured for the sheer torturous pleasures of the man high above now gleaming in his creation..
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