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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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Unfortunately for him, Jacob never even heard the end of his brother's heartfelt admission. It was as if someone had pulled the plug, or the record needle slipped and started to skip. One thing kept repeating over and over in his mind until it was lost in a stormy sea of powerful impressions: Romulus. Words ceased to have meaning, sound disappeared into vacuum, colors hid inside the fading light, movement faded into a still swamp. Everything had retreated.
Sea salt on the air. Greenery lit up by the summer sun. Surrounded by wealth, owned as property. Comfort. Slow-building dread. Hope. Companionship. There was nothing concrete, absolutely no solid impression to cling upon, just thought and identity washing over him like the sea at high tide soon to fall back into low. Where he sat in an upscale hotel somewhere in Mobile, Alabama, Jacob merely stared in Abel's direction, eyes completely unfocused and breaths coming in steady, but lightly-wheezing pants while his body began to list to the side. Whatever combination of forces he was subject to had apparently made the perfect recipe for Jacob to fall right into his own mind with no warning of the imminent implosion.