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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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Everyone in the room stopped, startled by the gunshot and there was a brief moment of silence while their fellow operator bled out on the floor. The two in the corner reacted first, one moving to a panel at the wall to slam the button down while the other dove down and checked on the dead man on the floor. When it was obvious he was gone, she turned her head up to Abel and simply glared defiantly aside the organ laying unmoving on the ground.
Those who were left around Jacob started to undo the clamps holding his chest open, with one going to stop the IV while in tears. Jacob merely moaned at the unexpected sound and movement, turning his head to try and see the origin. What he actually saw was far too terrifying for his addled mind to comprehend: it was his own face, the face of his Reaper, here to finish the job that these people were too incompetent to complete. His body started to shiver and every part of him was moaning in defiance and regret.
"No, no, no... no, no, no, no, no." It was all Jacob could say, words having left him for his pure denial. He couldn't die like this. How had he managed to avoid the cruel and uncaring grasp of death for so long only to have it hunt him down at the single point where he couldn't run away?