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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:44 pm
He cocked his head to the side. He'd never heard it speak, and was well pleased. It could apparently exhibit frustration and anger. He wondered... what were the range of it's emotions.
Without speaking, he stepped around the hybrid to glance at the treadmill and gauge how fast he was running. Not good enough.
With a look to the other's running the machinery, he raised his right hand, holding up 3 fingers, and watched as the demon-mix was forced to pick up the pace.
Still, he said nothing, just stood watching the progress.
How long would it take for it to give out?
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:47 pm
Atticus gave a sarcastic grin as the treadmill's speed was raised. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and kept up the pace, showing little signs of being tired. He didn't like this guy already.
Finally looking up at his new 'Doctor', he somewhat recognized this man. He had seen him around her before, but never as one of the ones doing the testing. He didn't know is name, but that didn't matter at the time.
"Is this what you get off on, watching me run?" Atticus asked.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:58 pm
Surprised into a response, he stated flatly, "Hardly."
Sarcasm. Another emotion. He took a mental note, thinking of all the paperwork.
He hated paperwork.
After several minutes, he glanced at his Rolex, noting the time accumulated thus far. It had hardly worked up a sweat - but then again, Slayers could do this as well. And when he'd been given the additives in his daily Wheaties, he'd been able to pull this off too. He gestured for them to raise the speed once more.
He would see it break.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:03 pm
Atticus continued to keep up his speed, even when it was raised again, but as he went this fast, he could feel the effects on him. He was finally getting a bit tired, but he wouldn't give up yet, not for this a*****e.
Atticus took audible deep and quick breaths every now and then, trying not to make a sound to show he was getting tired. Whoever this guy was, he didn't want him to get the best of him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:16 pm
He listened intently to the comments coming from the communications device fitted to his ear, and nodded.
They turned off the treadmill.
He had what he wanted.
"We're done here."
He began to walk away, but a bit of curiosity forced him to turn around.
"I'd like to ask you a few questions. What do you recall about your previous time spent here?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:22 pm
When the treadmill stopped, Atticus was taking deep breaths, and he bent over, leaning on his knees for support. He looked over at the man when he was addressed by him.
He couldn't control it, the question had set him off.
"You ******** brought me here when I was nearly dead!" he shouted as he charged at the man throwing a punch at his face before grabbing his shirt and shaking him unmercifully. "YOU ******** MADE ME WHAT I AM! WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE?!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:33 pm
Riley was shocked. That sounded just like anguish... which made no sense at all.. and then he was cold-cocked.
His head shook back and forth as it grabbed his shirt, buttons popping off, revealing his chest beneath.
He allowed a few seconds of this, then calmly presented it with a blast of his tazer, pulled from his pocket.
"You don't ever want to do that again," he informed it, rubbing his jaw. That had seriously hurt.
"Why didn't we let you die... well.. that's not an easy question to answer. I had nothing to do with it. My wife and I were brought in after you and the others had started the becoming process."
He took a step toward it.
"So, you remember everything? Interesting."
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 5:52 pm
When the shock of the tazor touched Atticus' stomach, Atticus shouted out, cussing and falling to the ground unable to keep his balance because of the suddeness of it.
"You...b*****d..." Atticus said through gritted teeth as he attempted to get up, but was forced down and held there by a few of the assistants so he wouldn't attack again.
"Interesting? There was nothing interesting about it, you ********!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:00 pm
This was enough for Riley.
He'd talk to it when it had calmed down some.
"When you're ready to speak calmly, ask for me. I'm Riley."
He turned and walked out, not waiting on a response.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:10 pm
Atticus wanting to talk to him? What the HELL would he ever want to do that?! Atticus gave this 'Riley' a look which he didn't see, for he was walking away.
"Alright, scum, time to go back to your room..." said one of the assistants as they all lifted him up by the arms as he fought back a little, trying to yank away, but they held tight. "Stop fighting!"
"Oh yeah, THAT works..." Atticus growled as he punched the man in the temple, sending him to the floor. He was rushed by more assistants that came flying in like wild bats, one of which punched Atticus right in the belly, sending the breath out of him. Atticus took inhaled one large breath to get air back into his lungs, and as he did so, another punched him in the face and he was once again, meeting the ground.
He moved his arms to make himself get up, but the assistants beat him to it, lifting him up again and half-dragging, half-carrying him back to his cell. They threw him inside the cell, and Atticus hit the ground in front of Andrew. The assistants closed the doors and locked them up again as Atticus punched the hard ground, splitting his knuckles where blood began to trickle out.
"Are you okay?!" Andrew came rushing over to help Atticus up.
"Stay away from me!" Atticus shouted which came out muffled since he was facing the ground, trying to get up. Atticus finally stood, backing up into the corned of the cell and then letting himself slide back to the ground until he was sitting again. His hair was in his face, covering the painful, tired, saddened and angered look on his face.
Andrew backed up on the opposite side of the cell, unsure of what to do or how to talk to him. What had they done to the demon hunter? ((Sidebar from Agethia: Torca will be absent for a little while, so his characters can and will be temporarily played by Jelloh and I.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:31 pm
Riley walked into his quarters, debating on whether to call Buffy again. The message she'd left for him had to have been about the test subject. But.... what did she need to know about it for? And Sam likely wouldn't appreciate him calling the ex.
He lay down on the bed, thinking about how to word his report to the boss man.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 6:55 pm
Atticus sat there, not hearing anything Andrew might've been saying to him as the memories of his fiance flashed through his mind.
He could remember the cruise they had both gone on. He walked up to her as she stood on the side of the boat by the railing, looking off at the moon reflecting in the ocean. It was bright and beautiful, just like her. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly. She giggled and reached back, embracing his neck and turning her head to kiss his lips...
Atticus blinked a few times, a single tear dropping from his eye. He bit down hard on his lip, causing it to bleed as he closed his eyes tightly, seeing her in his mind.
They were laughing at the dinner table along with his brother, Shannon. Everything seemed to be going great that night, Atticus and Jenna had just told his brother about the engagement, and no one could've been happier. That's when...the windows shattered all around them, the glass flying inward as some kind of...creatures jumped in, growling, cackling, and tearing the place up. They attacked Atticus, Jenna and Shannon while they were still offgaurd. Atticus could hear Jenna screaming as the monsters wripped and tore his flesh...
"GOD! NOOO!" Atticus shouted as he banged the back of his head into the wall behind him and then turned around, punching it a few times, feeling his knuckles and fingers break which caused him to scream louder and fight harder, though there was nothing for fight...
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 7:06 pm
Riley'd forgotten about the earpiece until it crackled and he heard the call for help concerning the subject. Apparantly it was attempting escape.
Reaching into his pocket for the gem, he got up and off the bed, running quickly to the prisoner's quarters.
There were 2 or 3 guards already opening the door to the subject and the watcher's room (he had a quick thought that it was time to release the slight little man) and Riley pushed them aside and burst in, just in time to see blood fly from the half-breed's hand.
"Hey, moron, bloody your own damned walls," Riley loudly demanded, and held up his hand, showing the gem, the light from the hall bouncing off it and sending shafts of light bouncing around the room.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 7:14 pm
jelloh0530 Buffy raised an eyebrow at Angel. She watched the byplay between Connor and "Hope". Something was so off it was making her see double. Literally. When she looked at Hope for too long, it seemed as if there were something behind her skin... something.. as if she were 2 people in one.... Buffy whispered to Angel, "Get your kid away from her, would you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 7:15 pm
The assistants had rushed in and grabbed Atticus' arms like before, stopping him from hurting himself anymore. His knuckles were broken from hitting the wall too hard, but he could already feel his hand healing him.
Atticus took deep breaths to calm himself down, his head aching all over, and bleeding a little too, considering he was banging that on the wall too. He rolled his head back and looked at Riley when he took out the gem. The glare off of the light was shining in Atticus' face and he squinted his eyes as he looked up at the man.
"Go ahead. Destroy it. Maybe then I'll be able to die..." His voice was a little scratchy and hoarse, and he sounded extremely tired.
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