Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian looked up at Blakesley's father again.
He'd been sitting in his wheelchair in front of the cage Christian was in for about an hour. Staring. Just, staring at him.
"Glad to know I can provide enough entertainment."
Blakesley's father didn't so much as blink.
Christian rolled his eyes and looked away again. They'd taken his boots off - mainly to get a look at the foot they'd burned - and they'd taken the box of bugs from his hand. The bugs had eaten quite a lot, but hadn't got to the bone in more than one spot. That hand had been bandaged, and was out of action for the moment.
He sighed and hit his head back against the wire in the cage, boredom evident on his face.
Blakesley.
"Good morning, Father," Blakesley said as he entered the room, before closing it behind him.
"Any suggestions for today?"
He quirked an eyebrow as he stood near the stainless steel table.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian watched Blakesley, his eyes never leaving his face.
"His wounds are healing over nicely..." Blakesley's father began in a soft voice, his eyes never leaving Christian.
"We haven't drawn blood for a few days..."
Blakesley.
"Whips or cutting?" Blakesley inquired.
His fingers slid over the metal of the table.
"If we're going for the whipping, I will put him on the chains. If we're going to cut...I'll secure him to the table."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian's eyes darted between the two, awaiting a decision.
Blakesley's father leant back and tapped his chin for a moment, noticing that waiting for a decision seemed to make Christian slightly nervous... Even if he didn't show it.
He smiled slightly.
Cutting is so much more delicate...
Blakesley.
"As you say, Father..."
Blakesley nodded and knelt to open the door of Christian's cage. Remembering something, he handed the remote for the collar to his father.
"If he tries anything...press the blue button."
He leant back down and opened the door.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father took the remote, and slowly studied it.
Christian glared at Blakesley as he opened the cage and pulled him out. Christian had to stand on the only healthy foot he had, before he whirled around and punched Blakesley in the stomach.
Blakesley.
Blakesley grunted slightly as Christian winded him, staggering back a step. His eyes flashed with anger before he punched Christian across the jaw. Due to Christian's unbalance, the alien fell over.
"Truly not a wise action," Blakesley hissed.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian rubbed his jaw, blood spilling from a split lip.
He glared up at Blakesley, before rushing for the cupboard. He got there before Blakesley and grabbed the first knife he could find. More to use for defense at the moment.
Blakesley's father just sat silently, watching what went on. He knew perfectly well all he had to do was press the button on the remote.
Blakesley.
Blakesley's lips tightened in anger, struggling to hold onto his self control. With an effort of will, he stopped his hands from shaking with rage.
"And pray tell, what exactly is your next move?" Blakesley sneered, eyes trained on Christian.
"You can't get that collar off your neck. It has a core of adamantium. And it's going to block your powers..."
Christian
"I've had my $#!+ing powers blocked before, I'm not completely disabled without them," Christian sneered.
He glanced at the door, but kept his eye on Blakesley. He knew Kaleb's father had the remote, and he could see over he shoulder that he was fiddling with it.
He began to hobble slightly - his back against the wall - heading for the door.
Blakesley.
"I'm the only one who knows how to get that collar off your neck...and you'll die before you get it off," Blakesley said with assurance.
Why wasn't his father using the remote to cease this intolerable situation?
Christian
Blakesley's father's eyes drifted across to Christian.
"You'd think you have have learnt by now. With all the $#!+ing powers available to us, anything is $#!+ing possible. You have no idea of what we can do."
He made it to the door, and clasped the top bolt - quickly unlocking before putting the knife back in that hand.
Blakesley.
"Which was the point behind the labs..."
Blakesley tensed his muscles slightly, hand going inside the pocket of his coat. He wrapped his fingers around the syringe. With a cool eye, he calculated his chances of getting the needle into a vein without getting his own veins opened by the knife Christian held.
Christian
Christian quickly undid the bottom bolt the same way, and then the centre one. His eyes darted toward Blakesley's father, who's facial expression hadn't changed all morning.
He quickly opened the door and stood back against it.
"Guess that kinda went down the drain, didn't it?" Christian sneered.
Blakesley.
"Life is just full of those little disapointments," Blakesley said.
He tensed and sprang, grabbing Christian's hand and slipping the needle into the vein that ran just beneath the skin there.
Christian
"$#!+!" Christian exclaimed, bringing the hand with the knife down.
The blade hit Blakesley's face, leaving a line of red down his cheek starting at the edge of his eyebrow.
Christian fell through being off balance, and landed on his side.
Blakesley's father watched with almost amusement.
Blakesley.
Blakesley cursed briefly in Greek, hand going to his face. He glared at Christian, then looked at the syringe in his other hand. It was nearly empty.
"I think enough of the drug went into you that you'll soon start feeling a rather icy numbness creeping from your extremities towards your heart..."
Christian
Christian groaned, glancing across at the cage he'd just been in. There was no way he was going to get out now.
"I believe I can do something about that."
He brought the knife down onto the wrist of his injured hand, and re-opened the wound he'd cut when he was with Christina.
Blakesley.
"For God's sake...the dramatics have already reached into melodrama," Blakesley snapped.
He walked over to Christian warily.
Christian
"Thought you didn't believe in God," Christian raised his eyebrows as he closed his eyes.
He held his arm out onto the floor so the blood could spill easily, and dropped the knife.
Blakesley.
"I don't," Blakesley said, kicking the knife far away from Christian's hand.
He knelt and placed his thumb over the blood coming from the alien's wrist.
"Father if you would be so kind as to pass me the medical kit..."
He could feel the drug acting on Christian already, see it in the dilation of his pupils and the shivers that were starting.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian gulped as he realized he could hardly move. He felt his body shivering as a reaction to the drug, and closed his eyes. Great.
Blakesley's father just sat silent for a moment, before lifting his walking stick and hooking it's handle around a kit near the table. From there, he lifted it, and let it drop a couple of feet from where Blakesley was.
Blakesley.
Blakesley sighed, then let go of Christian's wrist long enough to get the kit.
"You can never make things easy, can you Father?"
He started to stitch up the gash in Christian's wrist deftly. Hands dripping with Christian's blood.
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Blakesley's father sighed slightly.
"Boredom can be easily associated with everything going your way," he said softly, "and you cannot expect help to always be at your disposal. There are only certain people in the world that trust can live within."
Blakesley.
Blakesley kept his head down, eyes on his work to hide his anger. Was it too much to expect that when there was help available, it actually helped?
"Of course, Father..."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian groaned as his head fell to the side, and he fell unconscious.
Blakesley's father tapped his walking stick on the floor.
"He has made quite a mess," he frowned slightly, "must see to cleaning it later..."
Blakesley.
"Until the drug wears off, there isn't much point in doing anything else."
Blakesley lifted Christian and carried him over to the table, placing him on it and then securing him.
"He should be awake by tomorrow."
Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father slowly stood from his wheelchair, and made his way over to the table. He stared down at Christian for a moment, then looked down at the wrist he'd cut.
"He loses himself when he's caged," he almost whispered, running his finegrs softly down the alien's arm, "he has a hardened outside, but a small piece breaks away every day from inside."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Soon, the tears will show. And then he will cry out. And then he will yell. But it will be a long time before he truly screams... if he ever does."
He looked up at Blakesley.
"And that is purely because you told him he would."
Blakesley.
"I'll settle for tears," Blakesley said.
He set up an IV line to feed blood into Christian.
"The screams can wait."
Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father smiled slightly at his son.
"Don't tell young Christian that tears are what you wish to see, and you shall have the satisfaction within approximately a week."
He looked down at Christian again, and reached his hand out to his face. He held his jaw for a moment, rubbing his cheek gently with his thumb, then carefuly moved the hair out of his face.
Blakesley.
"I won't make that mistake again," Blakesley said softly as he watched his father's movements.
"I think I expected him to act more like Taylor...because they look the same. Nature versus nurture indeed...I'll clean up the room."
Blakesley Snr
"I would love to meet this Taylor sometime. But there is no doubt in my mind that I will have the honour."
The old man smiled slightly.
"You speak of him so often. But I believe you do have something to settle with him before we can be properly aquainted."
He stepped back from the table, tapped his walking cane on the ground, then made his way to the door.
"Do have fun.
And he left.
Blakesley.
Blakesley smiled once as he looked down at Christian's unconscious body.
"We need to have such a talk when you wake up..."
He cleaned up the blood and put away the instruments, before leaving the room.