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Post by Jason Hiller on Nov 28, 2009 14:34:07 GMT -5
As the voice from the speaker cut mercilessly into his mind, and horrible images of his son in unimaginable torment bombarded his mind, Casper felt something deep inside of him snap like an elastic cord stretched to its breaking point. The force of it was like the sound of a gunshot going off in his heart. He bit down hard on his tongue to keep from screaming his rage -- he refused to let this person hear his pain -- and felt the blood rising hotly in his mouth.
It was all he could do just to stay in his lane on the highway -- he was driving dangerously close to the lane beside him, and he wrenched the steering wheel to one side, swerving back into his lane with a screech of tires. His fingernails, ever more tightly pressed against his palms with the strength of his grip on the steering wheel, were now drawing blood as well. The gas pedal was pressed flat against the floor -- he couldn't go any faster if he tried.
But slowly the blazing rage in him was overtaken by a cold, creeping fury. Casper knew all too well that the world was full of evil people with twisted hearts and corrupted minds -- his own country was full of living proof. And now this evil threatened his son twofold. Time itself was their enemy now.
The fury inside of him climbed slowly up through his torso and limbs, numbing him and stilling his tremors of rage. Somehow he kept breathing, felt his heart beating onward. Jason… Jason was counting on him for survival. And who knew how many others were as well? All of the other werewolves whom Jason was held captive with; Jason had alluded to there being over two dozen. Men and women alike… possibly even children.
And they say war is hell, Casper thought in the back of his mind. Well, hell hath no fury like a parent protecting his child. When I get to your captors, Jason, so help me, there will be blood.
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Nov 28, 2009 14:52:47 GMT -5
Zephyros snarled softly as the man threatened to skin Jason, then was thrown around by Casper's swerving. He gasped as his belt dug into his chest, barely getting a hand over his mouth as he coughed again and blood splattered it. That can't be good...
He kept coughing, leaning until the belt was all that held him up. He did his best to keep the sound quiet, now so that this horrible man could not hear how badly he was hurting. Casper was too focused to notice, and by now, probably so was Paula. Zeph would have been too, except it was his pain, and he couldn't breathe enough to focus solely on what this bastard was threatening to do to Jason. The idea filled him with rage and a desire to kill anyone who had touched Jason and dared think of doing more, but he knew that first he had to control his breathing... and stop coughing blood.
Thinking of blood brought to mind the images the caller had brought to his mind and he jerked a little in his seat, provoking a greater coughing fit. With all of this, maybe his ribs had been knocked out of place... At this moment... that probably meant he needed more surgery. Zeph put one hand on the seats in front of him with the other pressed over his mouth, trying to hide the blood that covered his lips. He could work past this... Jason needed him, and this wasn't going to kill him. Not if they got to Jason soon and could get him the care he needed as well.
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Post by paulaharris on Nov 28, 2009 21:48:31 GMT -5
"Watch the road!" Paula whispered to Casper as she glanced back a Zeph, watching the suffering boy in the backseat. The caller was going to have to stop this insanity. It was killing the boy, even more than the sounds of Jason being beaten. The caller was a wordsmith, and unfortunately, a wordsmith that was a deranged as he was intelligent. "We're not playing any game." She snapped. "Hang up at once."
"Oh, there's no need for hostilities, Paula dear." The voice said, amused. "You don't like games? I heard you were a killer risk player back in the day. You don't like risking other people's lives? You know, I'm going to go ahead and play the game anyway. It'll give me more incentive to find the little bitch-boy." There was a pause. "So. I know you're driving to the town he's supposed to be near. Who's in the car with you?"
Paula snorted, motioning for Zeph and Casper to stay silent. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Well, I know the little bitch-boy's lover is there. I can hear him being dramatic." The voice laughed. "Probably having a seizure all over the backseat. Oh! I wonder if he's moaning and calling out for the wolfie. That'd be beautiful, and completely in character for him. I don't think the two can live without each other. They're like two parasites, leeching off of each other. I wonder if the bitch-boy goes wolf during. Bestiality and sodomy. Two sins are always better than one, you know. Much more fun."
Paula's finger hovered over the off button, but she knew if she pressed it, Jason would be in more trouble than he was now. "How dare you..." She hissed.
The voice was silent for a minute. "But if you're on the phone and the wind freak is freaking out... there has to be someone else, right? Someone has to be driving. And the bitch-boy only has sisters... it's the father, isn't it? The distinguished Captain Hiller. Touching. It's a family affair. Not like the Aetai family, who just hid in their house." The voice sighed. "So Captain Casper Hiller is after his son. Wonderful. It's cute, the way he runs after the boy like a stray puppy. Tell me, Captain Hiller. Are you going to give the boy a bowl of doggie biscuits when you bring him home? Will you let him sleep in the bed as a special treat? Perhaps you'll take him down to the park and let him sniff a few asses while you read the newspaper. That sounds like fun."
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Post by Jason Hiller on Nov 28, 2009 23:12:49 GMT -5
Casper kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead of them and his hands on the steering wheel, drawing a breath and letting it out slowly. The insults against him and his family stung and disgusted him, but he did not let it show in his face. Who was this madman, and what was he really after?
Zeph's pained coughing registered somewhere in the back of his mind, and Casper winced inwardly. His swerving must have jostled the boy's ribs badly. Scheisse! As if they didn't have enough to worry about already. He hoped it wasn't serious. They couldn't afford to lose any time, and whatever sick game the stranger on the phone was playing, Casper felt certain he would not be playing by the rules. If there were any rules at all.
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Nov 29, 2009 2:58:11 GMT -5
Zeph's lip curled in a voiceless snarl, his hand tightening on the chair as he jerked again. Paula hadn't needed to tell him to be quiet. He couldn't speak if he had wanted to. His eyes drifted closed slowly as he fell forward, the only thing holding him up the belt across his lap and chest, even more so than earlier. He was awake, but just barely. The pain was slowing him down, blocking out everything around him. Or at least, that was his attempt and intent.
He knew he couldn't ignore what this man was saying about him and Jason, though. If only he had the breath...Jason's still a virgin! And we wouldn't... I couldn't do that anyway. Jason wouldn't... I think he's a virgin because of his Catholic leanings anyway... but I still love him. And if I ever get anywhere near you, I will rip away the breath that lets you speak so of him.
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Post by paulaharris on Nov 30, 2009 0:53:52 GMT -5
"As you can see," Paula said after a minute of silence. "no one is taking your bait. We're not allowing you to provoke us to a reaction. Now hang up at once and let us save Jason."
"Oh, you three are no fun." The voice said flatly. "Alright, then. I'm going to continue my search for the wolfie. Do you want to take bets on how long he'll last under my care? The longer the better. I love to play with my food. Well, enjoy our little game, Paula. It may be the last the bitch-boy ever plays." There was a click, followed by silence.
Paula slid the phone back into her pocket, staring out at the road in silence. She did not feel like explaining what had just happened to Casper and Zeph unless they asked.
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Nov 30, 2009 0:59:22 GMT -5
Zephyros breathed very slowly and carefully. "Okay... two things. Mr. Hiller, I'll let you know now that as far as I am aware, and I'm pretty certain I know most of what there is to know about him by now, Jason is a virgin."
He stopped for a moment, just breathing cautiously. No more blood... good. Jason didn't have the time it was going to take Zeph to recover from another bout like that. He wiped the blood off his hand self-consciously onto his shirt, just controlling his breathing. "Second, who was that, why is he threatening my boyfriend and what did you do to him to make him hate you so much?"
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Post by Jason Hiller on Nov 30, 2009 1:05:27 GMT -5
Casper drew a slow breath, relaxing his hands slightly on the steering wheel. The pain in his palms was beginning to register now; strange that he had noticed Zeph's pain and not his own.
"Thank you, Zeph," he replied, just loud enough for the boy to hear him. "I imagine you do probably know most of what there is to know about Jason." He tried to get a small smile into his voice, even if his lips weren't up to it.
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Post by paulaharris on Nov 30, 2009 1:11:23 GMT -5
Paula watched the scenery go by. Once Casper had finished speaking, she waited a full two minutes before she opened her mouth.
"We don't know his name." She said finally. "We don't know how old he is, or where he is, and we can only guess that he's a male. All we know is that he is... not a nice man at all. He seems to have some sort of grudge against anything supernatural. Werewolves, vampires, and mages are his usual targets. He's held the supernatural community in fear all over Europe since shortly after you were kidnapped. A few of us, myself, Ian, Istvan, and Korlian have been searching for him for a while now. He seems to think of us as his primary opponents in some sort of game."
She turned back to face Zeph. "I wish I could tell you that you have nothing to worry about. But we've lost to him before. He's the one I was telling about earlier, the one who put Natalie in the hospital. And we were lucky. He usually just tortures and kills."
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Nov 30, 2009 1:23:21 GMT -5
Zeph made a small noise and fell back into his seat, covering his face. He didn't start crying, and he refused to moan or call out for Jason no matter how much he wanted to. He wasn't going to give the man that pleasure.
Oh Jason... What have we gotten into?
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Post by Jason Hiller on Nov 30, 2009 1:25:25 GMT -5
Jason struggled uselessly in the scientists’ grasp as they led him forward, toward the hole in the wall where the door had been. The leader moved behind him, talking in his ear.
“I stand by what I said before, dog. What you do not give, we will take from you, by any means necessary. You have many things we want.”
They hauled him into one of the testing rooms, furnished with a long, low table that had four steel clamps on the surface, one at each corner. The scientists shoved Jason down onto the table so that he lay on his back, his arms and legs spread-eagled and clamped in place. From there they formed a circle around the table. Jason lay still, looking up at them coldly, confusion curling in the back of his mind like a worm. My venom glands and quills are in my back, and only when I’m in wolf form. Why do they have me like this, as a human?
The lead scientist picked something up from another table, this one much smaller, and hid it in his palm so Jason couldn’t see it. Jason tensed, his good eye narrowing, watching the man in trepidation as he stepped forward and spoke.
“You will tell me,” he said coldly, looking Jason in the eye, “how you and the black wolf planned this escape attempt.”
In the split-second before he answered, Jason suddenly had a strange and dangerous idea. He knew it was probably one of the less wise things he could do, but without it, he wasn’t sure where his strength would come from. He smiled as he spoke, keeping his voice as pleasant as he could.
“You sound very certain of that, Doctor. Just where did you come by that information? I think I’m going to need to see some sources. Surely you must do a lot of research down here, being scientists and all.”
He gasped as a fist connected with the side of his head, knocking his head to one side. Dizzy, he blinked up at the surrounding doctors and managed another grin as he recalled a line from a movie and paraphrased it. “Never start with the head, it makes the victim all fuzzy.”
The hand gripped him roughly by the hair, jerking his head up. A man leaned in close to Jason’s face; his teeth were stained yellow, and his breath stank like cigarettes. Jason choked and turned his head away, wincing. “You really need to talk to your employer about getting a dental plan. And some mouthwash. I bet chewing gum would break you of that nasty smoking habit, t---”
The fist slammed into his face again, knocking his head back into the tabletop. Jason let slip a soft moan of pain before recovering himself and grunting. “How do you expect me to be fit to answer your questions if you keep bashing my head in? I’m no good to you if my brains are splattered all over this table.”
“The dog has a point,” said the lead scientist to the man who had been hitting Jason. “We should leave his head in the shape it is.” He walked around the table, grabbing Jason by the beard he had grown in the three days he had been unable to shave, and addressed him alone. “But as for the rest of your body… I see no reason to hold back.”
Jason snarled and snapped at the man’s hand with his teeth (an action that would have been much more intimidating if he was in wolf form). The scientist let go and drew back his hand, holding up the small object he had been hiding in his other hand. Focusing his eye on it, Jason tensed again, shrinking back as much as his bonds would allow. A match! He could smell the sulphur in the red blob on the end of the small length of wood -- it stank like his re-emerging fear. He felt his whole body begin to quiver.
The scientist held the match where Jason could see it, striking it on his own fingernail. Jason bit his tongue to halt a yelp of fright; it emerged from his throat like a squeak. The scientist smiled, holding the match close to Jason’s face.
“Tell me,” he said again, “how you and the black wolf planned your escape.”
Jason panted softly for adequate breath, unable to take his wide, terrified eye away from the flame in front of his face. He couldn’t speak, but shook his head once, his eyes filling with tears, and sweat beading on his forehead.
The scientist took a step back, extending the hand holding the match over Jason’s body and letting go. The match landed on Jason’s stomach, and he gave an audible sob of pain, tears and sweat running down his face. He thrashed weakly in his bonds, twisting his torso left and right, trying to shake it off. The match tumbled down his side and landed on the table, where it burned for a few more seconds before going out.
Nonplussed, the scientist struck another match, holding it near Jason’s nose. “How is it that you and the black wolf were able to communicate from one cell to the other without seeing each other?”
Jason kept his eye on the flame and gave no answer, but exhaled sharply through his nose as he tried to breathe, quite effectively blowing out the match. The man recoiled, his face twisting in anger. Jason drew another breath, heartened by what he had done, and allowed himself to smile again, just for a moment.
The scientist regarded him icily, and Jason returned his stare. He could tell that these people would have greatly enjoyed killing him then and there, slowly and painfully. But you won’t, because you need me alive. I’m unique, indispensable. And you know that if you try and torture me too much, sooner or later my body won’t hold up, because I will not give in to you. And then where will you be?
The man held up another match and struck it as he spoke again, his voice emotionless. “Tell me how you and the black wolf have been communicating.”
Jason drew a slow breath, narrowing his good eye. “No.”
The scientist flicked the lit match toward Jason without so much as a flicker of emotion crossing his face. Jason tensed, watching it fly like a tiny comet, out of his line of sight. A moment later he knew where it had landed, because the air around him was suddenly full of the smell of burning hair. He screamed, thrashing again, shaking his head wildly to get the fire away.
He felt the match tossed away from him by the motion of his head, and lay still with his eyes closed, panting for breath and coughing in the lingering smoke of his own singed hair. He opened one watering eye and winked feebly up at the scientists. They looked down at him without pity.
The lead scientist struck a fourth match, coming up beside Jason’s head again. He slowly lowered the match toward Jason’s pale, sweating forehead, making sure he couldn’t blow it out with his breath. “Tell me what I want to know. I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, dog.”
Jason watched the flame descending, his mind racing. He had to think… he had to say something, or they’d just keep torturing him, and he didn’t know how much longer he’d hold up… and Zeph needed him alive. He whimpered softly, trying to come up with something, anything to tell them… anything but the truth.
The match was getting lower all the time. When it was almost touching his forehead Jason finally shouted, “Morse code! We tapped out a message from cell to cell, that’s how we communicated!”
The scientist moved the match away and blew it out before it could burn his fingers, a cold smile coming over his face as he patted Jason roughly on the head. “There’s a good dog. Was that so hard?”
Yes, Jason thought, but he said nothing, just watching the man in silence as he leaned in close to Jason’s face.
“There are nine cells between yours and the black wolf’s,” he said softly. “If nine other dogs heard and relayed the message, why is it only the two of you broke out?”
“Because we were the only two being taken at the time,” Jason answered. “We wanted to go look for keys to free the others with, but we couldn’t find any.”
“I see.” The scientist unclamped Jason’s right wrist from the table, and three of the others freed his other wrist and his ankles. Jason sat up slowly, drawing his legs toward his torso to hide his nakedness from the scientists, particularly the two women.
One of the men grabbed Jason’s wrist and hauled him down off of the table; he tried to keep from stumbling as his feet met the floor again. They pulled him out into the hallway, with the lead scientist speaking again as Jason writhed and struggled. “There is still something we want from you. Since you were so co-operative a moment ago, we’ll let it hurt as little as possible.”
My venom, Jason thought, struggling harder. “I know what you’re talking about. What use would you possibly have for that?”
“Let’s find that out, shall we?” the scientist smiled unpleasantly.
One of the doors they passed was open; Jason could hear sobbing from inside. Seth… what are they doing to him?! He felt the lead scientist brush past him, and saw him look into the room, then nod back to Jason. “You might be interested to see this, dog.”
The men holding Jason pressed forward into the room, following their leader. The lead man stepped toward a table in the middle of the room, speaking to the scientists who surrounded it. “Is he ready to talk yet?”
The other scientists moved aside, and Jason paled at the sight of Seth. He lay spread-eagled on the table, as Jason had been, sweat and tears pouring down his face as his chest heaved with sobs. One of the men held a silver knife several inches above Seth’s chest, the blade pointing down at his heart as he spoke to Seth.
“I’ll give you one last chance, dog. Speak.”
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Post by Seth Larisha on Dec 1, 2009 2:35:13 GMT -5
Seth came to slowly, blinking. He moved to curl up and stiffened, thrashing against the bonds that held him to the table. An inhuman snarl escaped his throat as he struggled.
"Stop your fighting. We just want some information," one of the scientists said, holding a knife that Seth knew just had to be silver. Otherwise they wouldn't be threatening him with it. Seth licked his lips and squirmed.
"I'll tell you nothing."
"We shall see about that," the man said, setting the knife lightly on Seth's forearm. The silver burned and he yelped, trying to jerk away. The knife was lifted and held flat just above his stomach.
"How did you plan this ill-conceived escape attempt?"
Seth's body tensed as he shook his head. The knife was pressed against his stomach and he writhed in pain, panting desperately as he strangled the scream that attempted to escape his throat. The knife was raised and he relaxed, blinking away tears that slid down his temples into his hair. His stomach hurt, and his arm. Blinking again, he recoiled at the sight of a syringe being filled.
"Remember the pain you felt at the door? That was nothing. Tell us how you and the other wolf communicated."
Seth struggled against the bonds that held him immobile, trying to escape. He shook his head again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'm not telling you."
Hands pinned his arm even more still than the bindings had as he thrashed, trying to avoid the needle that found its way into his vein. Fire flowed up his arm, across his chest... through his entire body, but centered in his heart. He screamed, thrashing so badly he cut his wrists on the bindings and began to bleed. Finally the pain ended and his head fell limply to the side. He panted weakly, trying to breathe. His lungs still hurt, his chest still hurt... all of him still hurt, but it was nothing compared to the agony he'd been facing earlier. A hand jerked his head up and bloodshot eyes looked deep into his. He blinked slowly as the knife was raised again. He jerked, trying to get his head away.
"How did you and the other wolf speak with each other?"
Seth sobbed a little as he watched the silver rise over him. He shook his head violently, sweat and tears mingling on his cheeks to flow down his face. Biting his tongue, he choked on a sob and shook his head again. The knife moved to hover just over his heart, but high enough the man could put enough force behind it to go through his ribs.
Someone entered, and spoke. The scientists around him moved and another man came forward. "Is he ready to talk yet?"
Seth shook as the knife rose just a tiny bit more, aiming more precisely for his heart. "I'll give you one last chance, dog. Speak."
Seth's chest heaved as he watched the knife, his voice choking. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Don't kill me!"
The knife moved and he relaxed, still sobbing. "I'm... as a wolf, I'm telepathic. Some people can hear me, most can't... he can. It's easier because I stay wolf to stay warm and keep from getting sick! It's the only way I can stomach that filth you try to give us as food, and to keep from getting sick from that cesspool you left open in our cells. Even normal wolves would get ill in these conditions, and you wonder why some of us keep dying!"
He pulled against his bonds, swallowing weakly. He saw the syringe and jerked away, "I told you what you wanted to know! Don't hurt me anymore, please! Please!" he sobbed weakly, crying harder. He knew that the agony he'd faced just a few minutes ago was nothing compared to what they could do to him. He'd been there long enough to know...
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Post by Jason Hiller on Dec 1, 2009 15:57:27 GMT -5
The leader of the group surrounding Jason eyed Seth thoughtfully. "Interesting... most interesting. Your partner in crime here has quite a different story." He shifted so that he wasn't blocking Jason from Seth's view, looking from one to the other coldly. "One of you dogs is obviously lying. Which of you is it?"
Jason couldn't find the words to reply. He knew, and Seth knew, that Jason was the liar here. But Seth wouldn't tell them that… would he? He had already revealed the truth. If the scientists were kept guessing, Jason and Seth might be able to plan something, some way to distract them so they could both escape… No, Seth needed to be in wolf form to do that. If he were to try and transform in his bound position, he’d break his shoulders and hips, and be completely at the mercy of the scientists -- even more so than he already was.
Jason held Seth’s gaze, seeing the agony in his face and grieving silently for the pain his friend had suffered. How much had it taken to break him? Much, much more than Jason had experienced, that was certain. Seth was strong in either form. Two burns from the silver knife glistened raw and pink on his forearm and stomach, and his wrists were cut and bleeding… but how else had they tortured him? The small burns on Jason’s stomach and scalp were nothing in comparison to Seth’s pain.
Guilt wracked Jason’s body and mind… why was he so weak? Seth had been able to survive this place for weeks, months, and Jason had only been here for days. This was nothing compared to the things he had faced before, and things that his friends had faced. Especially Zeph, during his kidnapping. Zeph had suffered pain that he hadn’t even been able to speak of to his parents. If Zeph had survived that, surely Jason could hold out until his father came to save him, whatever these people did to him.
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Post by Seth Larisha on Dec 1, 2009 17:47:41 GMT -5
Seth looked at Jason with terror. What had Jason told them? Why hadn't they created a story just in case? "I-... I am. I just... anything to stop the pain... It was the first thing I thought of... Please... I just want to go home..."
God, please... get Jason out of here.
Seth let himself cry, though his terror was no longer for him. He'd gladly die to get Jason out of this. Anything... Jason had reasons to get out. His reasons had disappeared half a month ago when there had probably been a ceremony in his memory. "I just wanted the pain to end..."
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Post by Jason Hiller on Dec 1, 2009 18:41:42 GMT -5
Jason looked into Seth's anguished, pleading eyes, thinking quickly. Turning to the scientists, he forced a false laugh past his lips. “You're taking this guy seriously? Telepathy? That's fantasy, science-fiction stuff. Whatever torture you've hurt him with has obviously screwed with his brain. He's babbling, crazy with the pain. Look at him. He's no threat to you. Just let him go.”
His eyes moved back to Seth, and he swallowed, wishing the older boy could hear his thoughts. I lied to them so they wouldn't see the truth, as crazy as it sounds... I'm so sorry you're suffering like this for my sake! This was all my idea, but I didn’t think it would go so wrong…
The lead scientist looked the two boys over impassively. “The small one’s story certainly seems the more believable one. Though we should probably question the dogs in the cells between theirs just in case.” He looked Jason in the eye, his gaze fierce. “Answer me this, dog. How were you and the black one able to communicate from across the hall?”
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Post by Seth Larisha on Dec 1, 2009 18:49:26 GMT -5
"Through the floor," Seth said quickly. "As a wolf, we can hear taps on the floor. We just timed it so your footsteps didn't affect the message."
Whatever Jason's lie was... if only he could go wolf and they could talk. Once he was wolf... people would die. With him being at the end of the body count, probably. So long as he got Jason out first...
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Post by Jason Hiller on Dec 1, 2009 19:01:39 GMT -5
Jason nodded, heartened by Seth's reinforcement of his alibi. The scientist ignored him, looking at Seth and nodding. “Good boy.”
“Take him out of there and get him back to his cell,” he told the other scientists. “We need to get this one down to another room for further tests.”
One of the men standing by Seth nodded, reaching down and freeing his left arm from the table and taunting him as he did. “Who’s a good doggie, hm? Does the doggie want a biscuit when he gets back to his kennel?” He laughed, jabbing Seth hard in the side.
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Post by Seth Larisha on Dec 1, 2009 19:14:52 GMT -5
Seth waited for them to free his left leg before shifting, his paws sliding easily from the two remaining bonds as he got away from the table. He snarled, attacking the hand of the man who had poked him. His fur bristled as he snarled again. Rushing forward, he snapped at the scientists holding Jason's arms, circling around the boy with his fangs bared. His blue eyes watched Jason coldly.
~ Run.~
Seth snapped at him, growling and snarling. Anything that moved got the same reaction, as he moved away from Jason toward the scientists that had been torturing him. Then he turned and advanced on Jason. ~ Didn't you hear me? RUN!~
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Post by Jason Hiller on Dec 1, 2009 19:47:10 GMT -5
Jason took a few shaky steps backward away from Seth, then spun around and bolted from the room, hearing Seth’s growling and snapping growing quickly softer as he moved farther away. Thank you, Seth, he thought, hoping Seth could hear him, or would even acknowledge him in his rage.
But the scientists, also fleeing from Seth, were hot on Jason’s heels. One of them tackled Jason’s legs, knocking him to the floor of the hallway. Instinctively he shifted to lupine form, baring his teeth and sinking them into the hands that sought to hold him down. He sprang to his feet and bolted again, kicking one of the women in the face, and feeling her blood on his hind paw as it spurted from her nose.
Maybe he could find the keys he said he’d been looking for… if he could free some other wolves, at least a few, those few could go and free the rest, and they could all band together and fight. They could be free before his father, Professor Harris and Zeph even got there…
“Gotcha!”
Jason yelped again as not one, but three of the scientists tackled him down this time, pinning him to the floor as he struggled uselessly, thoughts screaming. SETH! Help! They’ve got me again!
One of the men pulled out a syringe and a small vial, filling the syringe with liquid and jabbing it into Jason’s forepaw. He felt his vision start to swim as his muscles went slack, his struggles weakening and his thoughts muddling. No… nono, please… Seth, help…
A low moan was all that escaped his throat as his vision was swallowed in blackness.
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Seth Larisha
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University Senior: Werewolf
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Post by Seth Larisha on Dec 1, 2009 20:33:37 GMT -5
Seth found himself backed into a corner. The silver knife was raised over him and his vision narrowed. Snarling in fear and rage, he attacked the man holding it, ripping his throat out and standing over his body with blood dripping from his fangs and red in his eyes. He saw a hand reaching for the knife and spun to attack it.
"Don't reach for the knife! He knows it can hurt him, he'll attack anything he sees as a threat."
Damn fucking straight Seth mentally snarled, spinning to look at the speaker. Against the man's advice, the hand reached for the knife again and he spun again, slashing the hand to bits and raising his hackles, snarling viciously at the fool that reached for the knife. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and spun again, growling and snapping. Stay right where you are.
"Stay calm... so far he's only attacked if he feels threatened... just move slowly to the door... no threatening gestures. If we can calm him down, we can get him back to his cell."
Fuck no you aren't... Seth moved to the door, as if pacing. He turned and snarled as he heard Jason's call for help, then turned and ran after him. He screamed as a dart hit him between the shoulders, falling to the ground. Jason's call rang in his mind again as his thoughts faded away. ~I'm sorry Jason... I tried... ~
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Zephyros Aetai
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Academy Junior: Small God
Even the mightest Hurricane started as the gentlest of breezes...
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Dec 2, 2009 0:40:07 GMT -5
Zeph lay limply in the back seat, buckled in carefully so that any movement would not jostle his ribs. Each breath was slow and careful, strictly controlled to cause him the least amount of pain. He wished that he'd brought some of the pain medication he was supposed to be taking. Not the stuff that let him sleep. The stuff that should make him high and didn't and would have allowed him to mostly ignore this pain.
Pain is a sign that something is wrong and you should be careful. But I don't have time to be careful. I have to get to Jason. We don't even know how long he has... at least with me we knew exactly how long I had. Please, let us reach him in time...
Zeph prayed to whatever deity would listen; Jason's God, his Greek gods, even to the Norse or Celtic gods if only they would help. He couldn't speak at the moment without excruciating pain, so he prayed only in his thoughts. Hopefully Professor Harris would have a moment's pity and let him rest while she asked around town. His eyes closed weakly as he coughed pathetically. His throat hurt so much... Still breathing carefully, he forced his eyes open.
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Jason Hiller
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University Freshman: Lycanthrope
Just another nancy boy...
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Post by Jason Hiller on Dec 2, 2009 1:43:38 GMT -5
Casper looked at Zeph in concern, seeing him close and open his eyes and sighing softly. Once they had arrived in Villingen-Schwenningen and Professor Harris had left to find help, he had moved to the backseat of the car to be nearer to Zeph for any kind of support he needed -- physical or emotional. Now he sat next to the boy, watching over him, seeing his own pain mirrored in Zeph's face.
"How are your ribs?" he asked quietly, trying to mask the guilt in his voice. It was his fault Zeph's ribs had been thrown out of place again after they had started to re-heal. All because of that... monster who had threatened Jason. A helpless anger rose up again, hot and dark in his heart, but he forced it down again. When he met the ones who had hurt his son... that would be the time for rage. Not now.
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Zephyros Aetai
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Even the mightest Hurricane started as the gentlest of breezes...
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Dec 2, 2009 1:49:00 GMT -5
"They've been worse," he whispered, wincing as speaking altered his breathing enough to jerk his ribs. Closing his eyes again, he fought to get his breathing back under control. One hand tightened to a fist as tears started filling his eyes again. Pain, both physical and emotional was about to overwhelm him, and he was struggling to control it. "I wish I'd grabbed my pills, though..."
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Jason Hiller
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Post by Jason Hiller on Dec 2, 2009 1:57:41 GMT -5
Casper nodded sadly. "I'm sorry." He moved one hand to touch Zeph's fist, keeping his voice soft. After a few seconds' pause, he met Zeph's eyes and asked, "I hope I don't offend you just by asking... but... may I pray for you? For us?" This was a shot in the dark, but they both needed something to give them hope while they were here unable to do anything else.
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Zephyros Aetai
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Even the mightest Hurricane started as the gentlest of breezes...
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Dec 2, 2009 2:05:14 GMT -5
"Why would it offend me?" Zeph asked softly. He smiled slightly, still breathing with utmost care. "I've been praying to whomever would listen for about an hour and a half now... At least you have reason to believe your prayers will be heard even where I would not..."
He closed his eyes tightly, the tears escaping to slide down his temple. He carefully put his other hand over Casper's, turning his hand carefully to hold the man's hand in both of his. The ring... Jason's ring... remained cool on his hand. His hands were always cold now... For days. He couldn't seem to get warm no matter what he tried. And he couldn't put the pain aside. It lingered just short of the forefront of his mind, holding him trapped and somehow keeping him from being able to forget that Jason wasn't there...
Maybe because he couldn't have that warmth, the warmth of Jason's arms around him and the comfort of his presence even with the pain. He sighed carefully, listening for Paula's return.
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