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diversified2014-02-22 10:25 am
insertdadjoke) wrote in diversified2014-02-22 10:25 am
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My heart is under arrest again. [ closed ]
WHO Jacob Kane (insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).
WHAT Twists of fate and turns of chance. Remus remembers everything, yet remains under the thumb of the Reapers. Romulus remembers nothing, and lets his fear control his seemingly-unending life.
WHEN 2012.
WHERE Death Eraser laboratory somewhere in Alabama.
There was no time, only confusion. There was no thought, only pain. Whatever these people had given him, it had sent his mind straight out the window while leaving his nerve endings in tact, making it impossible to try and block it out. What option was left to him other than try to ride through their terrible experiments while hiding in the corner of his mind? It didn't help that they kept murmuring over him, words too soft to hear but loud enough that he couldn't ignore it. It was driving him insane, and he wasn't sure he minded that. Wouldn't that make things easier? Being insane, maybe it would make living so long bearable.
Jacob gritted his teeth for a moment, then let out a soft sigh and sunk into the uncomfortable operating chair beneath him. There was no escape, no hope, no one coming to find him or otherwise free him from the torment. Whoever these people were, they were going to keep him for as long as they wanted and possibly even longer. His only eventuality might be that he would be there for so long that they would forget why they had him and either lock him away in darkness or finally let him go free.
It was an unlikely dream, but it was, at the same time, the best Jacob could fancy up right now.
insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher (sociopapathic).WHAT Twists of fate and turns of chance. Remus remembers everything, yet remains under the thumb of the Reapers. Romulus remembers nothing, and lets his fear control his seemingly-unending life.
WHEN 2012.
WHERE Death Eraser laboratory somewhere in Alabama.
There was no time, only confusion. There was no thought, only pain. Whatever these people had given him, it had sent his mind straight out the window while leaving his nerve endings in tact, making it impossible to try and block it out. What option was left to him other than try to ride through their terrible experiments while hiding in the corner of his mind? It didn't help that they kept murmuring over him, words too soft to hear but loud enough that he couldn't ignore it. It was driving him insane, and he wasn't sure he minded that. Wouldn't that make things easier? Being insane, maybe it would make living so long bearable.
Jacob gritted his teeth for a moment, then let out a soft sigh and sunk into the uncomfortable operating chair beneath him. There was no escape, no hope, no one coming to find him or otherwise free him from the torment. Whoever these people were, they were going to keep him for as long as they wanted and possibly even longer. His only eventuality might be that he would be there for so long that they would forget why they had him and either lock him away in darkness or finally let him go free.
It was an unlikely dream, but it was, at the same time, the best Jacob could fancy up right now.
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They arrived a door labeled Music Room and he reached for the keys on his belt to clumsily, but quietly, unlock the door. He didn't open it himself, and didn't dare step around. "C-can I go now?"
It would probably be a good idea. Inside the room, Jacob was strung up to the chair, restraints at several different joints as well as across his check and neck to prevent any real freedom of movement at all. Several people stood over him with a high-powered light, working at the open chest cavity where Jacob was laid out in front of them. Two of the operators had moved to the corner of the room and were whispering furiously about the state of the building once power had been cut, while the rest seemed far too absorbed in their task. One of them paused momentarily, then pulled his hands out carrying a fleshy mass of organ covered in blood; Jacob barely reacted aside from faster breathing and his head twitching in a different direction. They had obviously been at the rodeo for quite a while.