Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley entered the room and walked over to Christina. He ignored Christian and sat down near her, pen and paper ready. He could use a tape recorder...but he only wanted to make relevant notes.
Christina's eyelids fluttered slightly and she whimpered faintly.
"Christina."Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at him, face blank, eyes drugged and dim.
Christian
Christian blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light, then glanced toward them.
He groaned slightly and turned away, glad that that focus would most likely be on Christina all morning.
Christina & Blakesley
Blakesley glanced towards him when Christian groaned, but soon returned his attention to Christina. Her eyes followed his movements lazily.
"Christina."
"Yessssssssss?" She said in a distant voice.
"Tell me your earliest memory."
"I don't..."
"Tell. Me," Blakesley insisted.Using hypnotics was a gruelling process for both interrogator and interrogated.
"I don't want to...hurts. No. Won't."
Christian
Oh great. Now she was just going to piss them off even more.
"And this was supposed to work... how?" Christian frowned.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley turned and frowned at Christian.
"It's a drug. Of course she's going to be less then coherent. At least until she starts accessing the memories. I wouldn't expect you to understand. It's a far more delicate an operation then you would know how to cope with."
He turned back to Christina who was mumbling slightly, eyes unfocused.
"Tell me."
Christina drew a shuddering breath and then started to talk in disjointed sentances.
"Hurts...cold, so cold. I can't...Oh Christ. I can't stop spasming, throwing my head back against the floor. God it hurts. Everything. Feels like my head is going to explode. All I cabn do is scream and scream and scream. There's blood running out of my mouth, I can taste it...oh god, what's that stuff? Feel like I'm dying, I can't, I can't..."
Christian
Christian tried to sit up slightly as he trained his eyes on her.
He remembered the first attack she'd had, where he had to hold her head from the floor and covering himself in her blood as he did.
He frowned slightly, watching her.
Christina & Blakesley.
"God, I can't breathe, I can't breathe! I can't...oh god, what is that?"
Blakesley learnt forward slightly.
"What does it look like?"
"It's black...but it's green as well. I can't stop coughing it up, and it's coming out my skin as well...god, oh god, I'm gonna die..."
Christian
Christian frowned slightly, then lay back again. It was hurting his back to try and sit up anyway.
"Must be how the... mutation left her," he said tiredly, blinking.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Mmm..." Blakesley said non-commitedly.
"Then...I black out. I don't..."
"What happens when you come to? When do you come to?"
"Day later...I think. Least that's what RK says...said. I don't... my head hurts. I'm lying on my back. I slowly get up and roll over. My hands are coated in this black...slime. It's sticky and it's got dots of green light in it. Almost pretty...but it stinks. Like...death. How do I know that? I, oh god, who am I? I don't, I don't..."
Christina dissolved into terrified weeping. Blakesley waited patiently for her to get over it.
Christian
Christian pursed his lips, trying to think.
That was odd... The colour of the, 'slime' as she liked to call it, obviously had some direct connection to the colour of her eyes. Maybe the green had something to do with the rock she'd found.
If Christian was free... he'd consider going to Smallville himself.
Christina & Blakesley.
"And next?" Blakesley prompted.
"Where am I? I can't remember anything...my throat's hoarse. I can't talk above a whisper. I ask the empty room, well, mostly empty. There's the slime everywhere...*Who* am I? Suddenly this cat headbutts my ankle. I don't know what it's name is, or how it got there...cat is all I know. I'm talking to myself here...no one else to talk to, or that's what I thought."
"What do you say?"
"And who are you? You're a cat, I know that much," Christina recited.
"And then there's a voice inside my head. I *know* it's the cat, so I scream and run across the room. RK was so irritated with me."
She smiled slightly.
"What did he say?"
"Oh, stop that. You've been calling me RK, short for Roadkill. My name, however, is Gramalkin. Now, go into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up."
"Next?"
Christina told him, voice sounding out of it and dazed.
"So...you're so smart, what's my name?"
"Christina. Christian called you that often enough..."
She...her name was Christina, she must remember that, washed her hands and face.
She was covered in blood.
And whatever that liquid was...
She walked through the cabin, getting steadily more shocked.
What type of person was she?
"So I'm walking through this cabin...it's cold outside, and there's snow on the windowsills. And there's weapons everywhere. Guns, knives, grenades, all this weaponry. I pick up a gun, and it's like my body remembers what to do. I drop it, I can't believe it. No one should have the memory so ingrained. What the hell was I? Who was I? What type of person had I been? Before? I don't know, I can't remember...but I'm shamed."
Christian
"I wouldn't really be surprised if that cat could talk. it could be a mutant or something. It was no normal cat anyway," Christian shook his head slightly, remembering back, "bit of an asshole too."
Christina & Blakesley.
"While she's under, she can't lie," Blakesley said thoughtfully.
Christina fell silent again, waiting for instructions.
"I wish that I could obtain some of this...'slime' she keeps talking about. When did you go see Tanya? What happened?"
"I don't know...it's all...fuzzy. I remember...pain. She had to fix me...so RK said. Odd cat...he...teleported us. Well, I know he teleported us back to the cabin afterwards."
"What did you say to Tanya, and what did she say back?"
"Don't worry, Christina. I have no intention of hurting you,* Tanya told her.
*If... if you do feel pain though,* she said softly. *Let me know. I'll do my best to avoid it, but your mutation may have a few things to say otherwise.*
"I won't tell, I promise..." Christina whimpered softly.
"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't..."
*Okay,* Tanya said quietly, *the hard part is over. There are a few minor things left to do, and then it's over.*
"It was like I woke up...again. I...it's hard to explain."
She shook her head dazedly.
Christian
"She did it again..." Christian whispered to himself, "she let her live again when she had the perfect chance..."
He shook his head.
"Tanya... what the hell is going on?"
He glanced toward Christina then looked away again, gulping at the thought of that particular drug being used on him. Who knew what he'd tell.
Christina & Blakesley.
"What happened next?" Blakesley prompted.
"We talked...I said thank you..."
"Polite? For once?"
"She helped me. So I did...say thank you. I don't know what she did but it was obviously important enough for RK to take me to her..."
"And what was her response?"
"She said...you're welcome Christina. Take care of yourself."
Christian
"Tanya is one of the two most powerful telepaths on the face of this Earth... space is another thing," Christian began, before looking over at Christina again.
"She's strong, physically, but mentally weak. A lot like her. But Christina is a hell of a lot weaker, even if she doesn't act like it."
Christina & Blakesley.
"I haven't yet met one with alien blood who could hold out against this particular hypnotic. It's almost like sodium pentathol for humans, but stronger then that. Speaking of which...it's going to wear off soon."
Blakesley returned his attention to Christina.
"Tell me about Chloe."
Christina shook her head slowly, mouth opening slightly, then closing it again.
"No. Can't, won't. All the same....no."
Christian
"NO!" Christian shouted, trying to sit up again as he twisted his wrists.
"You leave her the $#!+ alone. She has nothing to do with anything!"
Christina & Blakesley.
"Yet she has the power to make you fear for her...I think that is something."
Blakesley smiled slightly.
"Tell me, Christina."
"No, no, no, no..."
Her eyelids fluttered wildly as she tried to fight the pull of the drug. A brief grimace of pain passed over her face and then she sagged forward.
"Christina?"
Blakesley got up and lifted her head. She opened her mouth and blood welled out.
"Oh, damnation."
Furious now, he slapped her across the face, then forced her jaw open with a squeeze of his hand. She coughed more blood, and he could see that she'd nearly bitten her tongue clear through.
Christian
"You are not going to touch her," Christian fumed, "if you even tried, you know your death will just be drawn out even longer than we'd had planned."
He glanced toward the door, then back at Christina.
Christina & Blakesley.
"My death...is not of concern to me."
Blakesley cursed quietly to himself as he looked into Christina's mouth. Her eyes were still out of it and slightly glazed, but she'd had enough prescence of mind to bite through her tongue before he could keep asking about Chloe.
"I wonder why she didn't do it before...it's only once I started to ask about Chloe that she bit through her tongue. Odd."
Christina blinked, feeling as if a weight had lifted from her mind. She glared at Blakesley and darted her mouth forward, lips curled back from her bloody teeth. He leapt backwards and she laughed, a husky yet almost wet sound.
Christian
Christian closed his eyes and laid back again, sighing softly.
He didn't know why Christina hadn't just blurted it all out. Not that it really mattered at that point in time.
His fingers twitched slightly as he contemplated the situation.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Bitch," Blakesley muttered.
Christina gurgled a laugh again, then barked like a dog, baring her teeth. Maybe she was a bitch, so what. She didn't go telling tales on people she wasn't sure if they could protect themselves. She didn't really care what this guy thought of her.
And the other one was just an asshole.
She started to hum, Underdog by Audio Adrenaline, lyrics playing through her head.
I am so weak and I'm so tiredBeen beat up
Been broken down
Nowhere but up
When you're facedown
On the ground
I'm in last place
If I place at all
But there's hope for this underdog!
That's the way, uh-huh, we like it!
That's the way, uh-huh, we like it!
You can call me the underdog
I'm in this race to win a prize
The odds against me
The world has plans for my demise
What they don't see
Is that a winner is not judged by his small size
But by the substitute he picks to run the race
And mine's already won
Blakesley slapped her across the face, but she ignored it and tapped her fingers in time with the beat in her head. He just couldn't seem to stand it when she ignored him.
Christian
"You've lost her now," Christian shook his head.
"You know she's just gonna piss you off."
Christina & Blakesley.
"I will see you break," Blakesley murmured to Christina, ignoring Christian.
Christina tried to bite him again.
Blakesley stepped back and picked up his notebook, before leaving. He closed the door with an emphatic thud behind him.
Now that he had gone, Christina let her head hang down and closed her eyes tiredly. She sighed slightly and a tear slipped down her cheek. Why was she here? Blakesley had ranted, but she really had no idea...why was she even bothering? Really?
Christian
Christian groaned, wanting to block his ears.
This was going to be hell with her around. Damn, he wished he could just rape her. He hadn't had a good one for weeks...