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Jacob Kane [ Cain ] ([personal profile] insertdadjoke) wrote in [community profile] diversified2014-02-22 10:25 am

My heart is under arrest again. [ closed ]

WHO Jacob Kane ([personal profile] insertdadjoke), Abel Fletcher ([personal profile] 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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[personal profile] sociopapathic 2014-02-25 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Abel had gotten up from his spot on the bed to open the door for room service and to put the clothes on the edge of the bed. He was back in the chair, sitting in it backwards and eating something that looked like it had been drowned in chocolate, ignoring the real food that had been brought in for now. It's varying levels of ridiculously expensive foods, but Abel had apparently gone smart with his money and picked things that came in large servings instead of the tiny things usually served in high class places like this.

"It's not really lunchtime," he said in between eating, looking less like the frightening Enforcer he was and instead the twenty-something he had died as. "Take your pick with whatever. Except for this. This is definitely mine."