Christina & Blakesley.
Christina glared at Blakesley, then laid her head back against the cool surface of the table. With a quick movement, Blakesley had the gag out of her mouth for the first time in days. She worked her jaw slowly as he went to the cage in the corner and opened it.
"May I suggest not angering me this morning?" Blakesley said to her.
His hands rested on the straps holding her down.
"I just seem to do it...so easily," Christina rasped through her dry throat.
Blakesley made a noise of disapproval as he unstrapped her. She was too weak to do more then faintly struggle as he lifted her off the table and then made her get into the cage. He locked it behind her and she watched him walk back over to the door.
Soon he was gone, door locked behind him.
Christina turned her attention to the wire strands of the cage. She started to work one of them loose.
"Damn," she cursed as her nails slipped.
Christian
Christian sighed thankfully, glad that Blakesley hadn't noticed the water level in the glass box as he had days before. Then again, both Blakesley and his father had pretty much ignored him since he'd been put in there.
He continued to empty the water out, and when his mouth became sore from that, worked on drying the waterproof restraints. Maybe he could bite through them this time.
Christina.
Christina's nails scrabbled around the wire end as she worked at getting it away from the first point of attachment. Her fingers started to bleed and that made it even harder to hold onto the slim wire.
She gritted her teeth.
The hell she was bearing this...this, thing.
Christian
Christian sighed and leant his head back for a rest. It didn't take much to tire him out, because he hadn't been fed for a few days.
He glanced across at Christina, then began to try and bite at the restraints on his wrists.
Christina.
"Supposing one of us does manage to get out," Christina said slowly, still working away at the length of wire.
"What do we do next?"
She hissed quietly as she tore one of her nails loose.
Christian
Christian thought for a moment, still working the restraints.
"If I manage to screw this collar up again..." he began, "if you take out Blakesley I can take out the old man. If I actually had the use of both hands and both feet I'd take them both on, but no..."
Christina.
"Good. He pisses me off. The f*ck I'm going to have this thing."
Christina snapped off a length of wire about as long as her hand.
"Damn. I was hoping for a longer piece. Anyway, he's not going to want to hurt me."
Christian
"Much," Christian raised his eyebrows.
He chuckled a little as he felt the strap on his right wrist give way a little.
"You don't need legs to give birth. But anyway... think you could take him out?"
Christina.
"You think of the most disturbing things."
Christina went over to start trying to pick the lock.
"If I can get out of this...watch me. I did alright last time. If they weren't so damn security conscious that they have five locks on their front door..."
Christian
Christian frowned.
"Ok, change of plan. Depending on how much I can screw this thing up, you might wanna cover me and let me get to the door. I can get through them."
He ripped one of the thin straps with his teeth and it broke.
Christina.
"K. I just hope if I don't manage to get out, I make them screw me around enough I lose this f*cking thing."
Christina reached around slightly, tinkering with the lock.
"The hell I'm going to be his broodmare."
Christian
"Join the club."
Christian grunted slightly as he ripped more of the strap. Only a little to go, and there was no turning back now.
Christina.
"Come on, come on," Christina murmured.
She was...so sure she'd almost got it. Her eyes were halfclosed in concentration as she let her fingers remember for her how to do this. A flicker of memory ran through her head and she shivered slightly.
Christian
Christian finally got his right hand free, then began work on his left. It didn't take long, then he sat up to tackle his ankle restraints.
"If you can't get it, I will in a moment," he offered.
Christina.
"Cool," Christina said briefly.
"But I think I...ah, got it!"
The lock clicked open and she turned slightly to slide it free, pushing the door open. Before she left the cage, she rehooked the wire onto the bottom of the cage. Just in case. She crawled out.
Christian
Christian managed to get one of his ankles free, before rushing to free the other. There was no way she was going to be free when he wasn't. Still a bit of a trust issue happening.
He finally got it, and knelt up in the water.
"$#!+ing hell..."
Christina.
"You alright?" Christina asked, looking at him worriedly.
She'd just rest for a few moments...then she'd try her hand at standing.
Christian
Christian glanced at her and turned away.
"Yeah."
He used the edge of the glass to help him get into a standing position. Thinking better of it, he knelt on the leg of his burnt foot, and stepped over the glass. He leant against the wall for balance as he stood.
Christina.
Slowly, using the edge of the table to pull herself up, Christina stood. Black spots swam in front of her eyes for a few moments, and she breathed in deeply.
"Good to hear."
Christian
"Sure it is," Christian muttered under his breath.
He opeed toward the cupboard and pulled the door open, grabbing the acid again.
Christina.
Stand, don't faint. Don't you dare faint, Christina told herself sternly. No way in hell are you ruining this by being weak.
She held onto the table with a deathgrip.
"Just hope he stays away," Christina murmured.
"Least long enough for you to do something to that."
Christian
"Well that's why I work fast," Christian raised his eyebrows.
He made his way over to the sink again and pulled the lid off the bottle of acid. he turned his head away so he didn't inhale the fumes, and turned the tap on.
Christina.
Nasty sneering piece of work. Christina turned her eyes away from him and walked carefully over to the cupboards. She sorted through the torture instruments and found a wicked little knife, small enough to hide in the palm of her hand. She smiled slightly.
She turned to face the door again, wondering when exactly Blakesley would make a reappearance.
Christian
"Here goes nothin'..."
Christian held his neck over the sink, located the control box, and let the acid hit. He cried out as it stung his skin again, and kept his eyes closed. Two shocks ran through his body this time, before he dropped the bottle.
His hands shook as he cupped water into his healthy one and began to wash the acid off. When it was off, he turned off the tap, and leant against the sink to let his body calm down and stop shaking so much.
Christina.
Christina put the blade down on the table and walked over to the small first aid kit Blakesley kept in the room. She picked it up and walked over to Christian.
"Do you want to put a bandage, or something on that?" she suggested quietly.
Christian
"No," Christian shook his head, "it'll only make it more obvious. I've got to see if it worked."
He turned his back to the sink, and eyed the cupboard door. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath.
He cried out as the electricity hit him, but heard the door close.
He fell onto one knee, holding his chest, before sitting back against the wall.
"One down," he panted, eyebrows raised.
Christina.
"Really can't be good for you...the shock, I mean," Christina said, then laughed bitterly.
"S'pose that's the point, innit? Bastard."
Christian
"He can't keep me down," Christian sneered, leaning against the wall to stand up again.
He shook his head, water droplets sent flying around the room.
"Last time I knocked Blakesley out I was sent to the floor. So I'm hoping you can counter whoever comes through the door first..."
Christina.
Christina picked up the small blade, and shrugged slightly.
"If I can, I will."
Christian
"Good," Christian nodded, "because I have faith in you."
He glanced toward the door, then looked down at his hands.
"Now all we have to do is wait. Did you see any scissors around? My hair is driving me nuts..."
Christina.
"Knives, but that's about it," Christina said, shrugging slightly.
"You could try with that. If you're really desperate."
Christian
"Yeah right..."
Christian sighed and hit his head against the wall.
"Maybe when it gets close to my waist."
Christina.
Christina chuckled slightly.
"Don't know...could be a good look for you."
She kept her ears trained for the sound of Blakesley unlocking the door.
Christian
"I've seen myself with long hair, without ever having to grow it," Christian raised his eyebrows, looking up at her.
"It'd only make me look like a girl. Like Taylor did."
Christina.
"The handy thing about being a clone...you can watch the other make all the fashion mistakes," Christina said dryly.
"And thereby avoid them."
She closed her eyes for a moment, resting her head against the wall as she fought a wave of dizziness.
Christian
"Oh yeah, Taylor's made heaps of mistakes already," Christian raised his eyebrows.
He glanced up at her.
"Even though I only met him in March. I didn't find out I was a clone until... May or June."
He chuckled.
"Kinda screws your life up, that does."
Christina.
Christina's lip twitched upwards slightly, in an almost smile.
"I can believe that."
She opened her eyes and rubbed her jaw with her free hand.
"Force a change in perspective, I would think."
God, she needed some clothes.
Christian
Christian shrugged.
"It's was already screwed anyway. I was deciding whether or not to join the side of the good as you're about to do," he scratched his nose.
Christina.
"If I'm allowed to," Christina said.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. The thing that matters at the moment is getting out of here."
Christian
"You will be allowed," Christian looked up, blue eyes focusing on her.
"Just as I was. Because they know the reason that I turned out the way I am."
He sighed, and looked towards the door.
"Now is for anything. All we have to do at the moment is wait, and there's not much entertainment in that, is there?"
Christina.
"No, not really. But it's better then waiting chained up to something," Christina said.
"That just sucks. Majorly."
Christian
"Depends on who is," Christian shrugged, "but I guess not many people could know that better than me."
He scowled slightly, starting to take the bandage off his hand.
Christina.
"You'd know better then me. I only remember being alive for...god...how long is it now? Probably not even a month."
Christina could have almost laughed for the sheer absurdity that was her memories. Oh god. She was surprised she wasn't already insane.
Christian
"Spook drove me to a mental breakdown just by doing that," Christian said, seemingly absently.
"She was the first person to see me cry in over fifteen years. Now that she's gone... Blakesley was."
He hesitated, clenching his fist.
Christina.
"God, I must have been such a bitch," Christina said.
"F*ck, I'm sorry."
Christian
Christian chuckled slightly.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he shook his head, unwrapping the bandage.
"After all... you don't remember doing it. Technically, it wasn't you."
Christina.
"Doesn't mean I can't feel bad about it," Christina said.
"But whatever...Spook did to Blakesley, I feel no residual guilt whatsoever."
She stretched slightly, testing the pull of the sutures across her stomach.
"Why isn't he dead or in jail or something yet? I mean, c'mon. Obviously, he's been doing this for a long time. So, why hasn't someone caught him?"
Christian
"He's only been active since June," Christian shook his head slowly as he held his hand up and looked it over.
"The YIRAAS have a death warrant on his head, but they wouldn't know where to find him. And the people I socialize with have much better things to do with their time than save my scrawny ass."
After checking over the bite marks and scabs covering his hand, he began to bandage it again.
Christina.
"And all I have to depend on is some beaten up tom cat," Christina said, and almost laughed.
"Antisocial can be useful...but not when you want some people to notice you're gone and come save you."
Christian
"I don't need saving," Christian insisted, "I'll get out of here on my own."
He tied the bandage off."But then again... I'm used to it. You're not."
Christina.
This time, she couldn't keep it in and laughed, still managing to keep the noise down, uncertain of the soundproofing.
"Being tortured is not something I ever thought I would have to get used to. Oh god."
Christina rested her face in her hands for a few moments. Don't crack up here. Don't you dare.
Christian
"It's not the torture that I'm used to," Christian amended, "it's the being on my own. I'm not even sure what loneliness feels like.'
He hesitated, considering the state of himself. As soon as he heard anyone at the door he'd have to start getting up.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I've talked more to you then anyone else," Christina said.
"Odd."
She tensed as the first lock started to turn and slid the knife into her hand as she rose to her feet.
"And here we go again."
Blakesley sighed as his key got stuck in the lock. He took it out and tried again.
Christian
"I know what happened last time," Christian breathed, "I need to get to the old man to knock him out. If I have to knock Blakesley out, I might not make it."
He leant against the wal with his hands as he stood up.
Christina & Blakesley.
"If I get real lucky with the knife, he won't be a problem," Christina said, watching the locks.
"Come on, bastard..."
Now she just wanted to fight back. Make him hurt.
Blakesley unlocked the rest of the locks, put the keys in his pocket and started to open the door. Christina jerked it the rest of the way open and Blakesley stumbled. She sank the knife into his side, and then as he cried out in shocked pain, tore it upwards and out. Then she took off down the hall.
Christian
"$#!+ing hell Chris!"
Christian kept his eyes on Blakesley as he rushed towards the door. He made it to Blakesley's side and began through.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley felt the knife slide up through his side, almost numb for several moments with sheer shock as blazing green eyes of hatred met his blue ones. Then the agony started when she ripped it out, nicking the bottom of his rib. He'd slumped to the ground, one hand to his bleeding side as his mouth hung open and he'd tried to breathe through the shocked pain.
Christina paused, eyes flickering before she glanced back over her shoulder. Good. He was coming. Front door was a bust last time. Where to then?
Blakesley's bloodsmeared hand shot out to grab Christian's ankle.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Oh $#!+."
Christian looked down at where Blakesley had hold of his ankle.
"Let go you $#!+ing freak!"
He managed to get his head out the door to look for Christina.
Meanwhile, Blakesley's father stood on the far side of the livingroom where Christina had tried to hide before. He'd heard the hells, and he wasn't stupid.
"Chris?!" Christian exclaimed.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Oh, F*CK," Christina said very sincerely and turned on her heel to go and help Christian.
Note to self, as soon as possible find something to substitute as a bra.
She ran back down the hall, blood red knife in her hand. Leaning around the door, she stabbed downwards at Blakesley's wrist. He let go and withdrew his hand before the blade reached it. She offered her free hand to Christian.
"Come on."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian stared at her hand for a moment, then at her, then began down the hallway.
"Where the $#!+'s the old man?" he fumed.
"Looking for someone, young Christian?"
Christian froze before the end of the hallway. The voice was from the livingroom.
Christina & Blakesley.
"F*ck, not him," Christina whispered.
Blakesley gritted his teeth as he got to his knees, and then to his feet. Damn bitch.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I can handle it," Christian whispered, before hopping out into the open.
"Master Thomas... please keep your voice a level above whispering..." Blakesley's father smiled as the boy came into view.
"Keeping secrets is rather rude, you know."
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley got up and made his way to the cupboard. His father would keep the two of them distracted long enough for him to do something about them.
"So is keeping people against their will, but I don't see you have any problems with that," Christina said.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"But my dear... technically people only count as humans," Blakesley's father smiled, slipping a dagger into his hands.
Christian gulped slightly, keeping his eye on it. Maybe he'd have to use his telekinesis for something else...
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina let her eyes rove around the space. Ok. Front door there. Blakesley's father far too much in the way. Blakesley still not reappearing. Good thing, that.
"You're obviously very provincial," Christina said, letting her mouth run on auto-pilot.
Blakesley picked up a crowbar and smiled slightly, edging towards the door.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Anyway, enough dilly-dallying..." the old man raised the dagger.
Christian leant against the wall for support - he kenw what was coming.
Blakesley's father released the dagger, and Christian froze it in mid air. A cry escaped his lips at the same time, before the dagger dropped to the floor and he soon followed it - body shaking in convulsions.
Blakesley's father raised an eyebrow.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Shit."
Christina flung the knife at Blakesley's father, knowing it would miss and going to her knees next to Christian. The hell she was leaving him here."Chris. Come on."
She slid her arm around his waist and somehow managed to get them both off the floor.
Blakesley came up behind her and swung the crowbar across the back of her head. Her eyes rolled up and she fell down in a heap.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian let out a grunt as he hit the floor again, and rolled onto his back coughing.
"My, my, my... I wondering where you'd gotten to, Kaleb," Blakesley's father raised an eyebrow, before sighting the blood running down his son's side.
He snarled slightly.
"and what, exactly, happened to you?"
Blakesley.
"Christina happened to me," Blakesley said briefly, rolling her onto her back.
Blood seeped from a shallow wound on the back of her skull, eyes closed.
"We really need to see about getting locks for those cupboards."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father nodded.
"I shall see about it tomorrow."
"Oh man..." Christian moaned, putting a hand to his forehead.
He turned his head to the side, and saw Chritsina out beside him.
Blakesley.
"She stopped and came back for you. Twice. And the last time...she didn't escape because my father was holding a knife to your throat. She seems to have a great affection for you."
Blakesley sounded faintly puzzled.
"Wonder why."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian growled slightly, getting himself together so he could use his power again. They weren't going to get away with it lightly this time...
Blakesley's father made his way over to where the two were on the floor, and pulled a blindfold from his coat. Christian saw it, and froze.
Kneeling slightly, the old man put the blade the Christian's throat.
"Use your power for me," he said softly.
"You're not getting that thing over my eyes," Christian declared.
Blakesley's father smiled.
"Then use your power and take it from me."
Christina & Blakesley.
"Father, do you really think this wise?" Blakesley said slowly.
Christina's eyes slid open, but she stayed completely still. Ok, she had a killer of a headache. Cope, deal, move on. Her eyes were narrow slits as she took in the events in her field of vision. Alright. We play possum for now.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father noticed that Christina was awake, and opted to shift to the other side of Christian.
"Move, the knife," Christian sneered.
"Take it from me," the old man tilted his head slightly.
Christian grunted in frustration, realizing they were in a stalemate.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Do you care about her as much as she seems to care about you?" Blakesley asked.
Christina lay limp as he wound a hand through her hair.
"Show my father what he wishes to see."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian glanced across at Christina, and he felt the knife lowering into his neck.
"Show me what power you seem to have..." Blakesley's father sneered, seeming to get lower.
Christian gulped, before taking a deep breath. Suddenly, the old man - and his knife - went flying backwards.
Christian cried out in agony and rolled onto his stomach, putting his head in his hands. He had to recover quickly so they couldn't get the blindfold on him... Damn it.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley let go of Christina's hair to retrieve the blindfold and bind it quickly around Christian's eyes. Christina's eyes flicked open and she swung around, kicking Blakesley in the side. He gaped for a moment, the air driven out of him. She got to her feet and dove for the knife.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"$#!+," Christian cursed, pulling the blindfold off and getting up onto his hands and knees.
He blinked as his eyes focused on what was happening.
Blakesley's father growled softly as he stumbled to his feet and dusted his jacket off.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina's fingers scrabbled then closed over the handle of the knife. She sighed in relief, rolling onto her knees.
Blakesley put a hand to his side and bit back a moan of pain. God. Blood started to drip through the white cloth of his labcoat again. He glared at Christina.
Christina's eyes darted from Blakesley to his father to Christian. Oh god, she hoped he had a plan. Because she was seeing doubles.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian wasn't interested in standing again... he only had further to fall.
Blakesley's father drew out another dagger.
"Now... let's try this again, shall we?"
Christian groaned, getting down onto one elbow. He'd better knock this guy out before anything else happened.
Christina & Blakesley.
"You're not going to get anywhere," Blakesley said.
"And the longer this goes on, the more annoyed I'm getting."
Christina looked at him, then placed the dagger against her stomach.
"Go and unlock that door...or I'm going to stab myself in the stomach. And that will put paid to any little experiments you want to do."
All she was doing was playing for time.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
With another sudden burst of energy, Christian reached out and knocked the old man out. He collapsed as Christian yelled out, grabbing onto his head again. It was after using his power that he was the most vulnerable.
"$#!+ing hell," he cried.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley held the clawed end of the crowbar to Christian's throat, other hand in his hair to keep him still.
"And I'll kill him if you move."
"That threat was far more credible from your father."
"We seem to have reached a stand off."
"Indeed we have."
Christian
"Dammit," Christian cringed.
He kept his weight on his hands as he held his back up.
"You know... It'd save a lot of hassle if you just let us go," he raised his eyebrows.
Christina & Blakesley.
A trickle of blood eased from the sutures as Christina dug the knife in harder. Her face was eerily calm and Blakesley cursed inside his head. She'd reached the point where she just didn't *care* what happened to her. She might still care about the boy though.
"Perhaps. But not until I get what I want," Blakesley said.
"Kill him, and you'll lose everything you were trying to gain. You've got a hell of a lot more to lose then we do," Christina said.
Christian
"I've already said that I'm not afraid to die. And if you kill me, you have no reason to go after Taylor, do you?" Christian sneered.
"Unless you're gonna kill him too. But he'd be of a lot more use to you alive."
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley tried to think of a way to get the situation back under control.
Christina watched him and giggled slightly.
"You so don't cope well with the unexpected."
Christian
Christian tried to lift his head a little to get away from the crow bar, but Blakesley was holding his hair too tight. Tight enough that if he tried to push him away with his power he'd probably go with him.
He looked around the room for anything that would be useful, knowing Blakesley's father would be awake soon.
Maybe if he moved the crow bar... he could send one of the vases in Blakesley's direction and knock him out with that...
Christina & Blakesley.
"Chris, you alright?" Christina asked.
Blakesley kept his face blank. The alien would, sooner or later, probably throw something at him. Christina trailed the knife over her skin, watching his hands. God, she had a hell of a headache. She probably had a concussion.
Christian
Christian felt his knuckles going white and his arms began to shake from the pressure.
Then his upper lip twitched as he suddenly sent the crow bar flying across the room. It hit the opposite wall and smashed a glass ornament.
Christian cried out again as his arms collapsed from under him.
Christina & Blakesley.
Stalemate over.
Christina shot over to lean over Christian, knife at Blakesley's throat. He swallowed slightly, a bead of bead trickling down his throat.
"Doesn't look like we have a stalemate anymore," Christina remarked.
How the hell am I keeping my hand that steady when I feel like I'm about to faint? she wondered to herself. Don't you dare faint.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian kept his eyes squeezed shut as he began to crawl out from under Blakesley.
He collapsed nearby and rolled onto his back again, opening his eyes.
"$#!+ing hell..."
Meanwhile, Blakesley's father opened his eyes and slowly began to get to his feet.
Christina & Blakesley.
Don't faint, don't throw up, don't faint, Christina chanted to herself.
"You think you can get to the door and unlock it?" she asked Christian, still holding her knife to Blakesley's throat.
Blakesley watched his father slowly get to his feet, and noted the tremble in Christina's hand, the curious glassy sheen to her eyes. He must have hit her harder then he thought. She looked to be about ready to pass out.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian turned his head to the door, and rolled over onto his side.
"Workin' on it," he half groaned, getting onto his hands and knees.
He crawled towards the door, as Blakesley's father made it to his feet behind him. Using the door handle, Christian managed to pull himself up to his foot.
"Young Christian... I wouldn't do that if I were you..."
Christian froze.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Will your father watch you die?" Christina asked Blakesley.
His lips quirked slightly.
"Do you really want to test it?"
"I am very willing to kill you. Tell him to back off. Now."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Miss Terry... assuredly you realize how my son came to be the way that he is," Blakesley's father quirked an eyebrow, raising a dagger ready to throw at Christian.
"Why do you think he is so willing to make sacrifices? I am, of course. Are you?"
Christian closed his eyes and gulped, not bothering to turn around. He could only do one thing at once. It was either fending them off, or opening the door...
Christina & Blakesley.
She couldn't think through this f*cking headache.
"And you willing stay here?" Christina asked Blakesley in disbelief.
"We all are, what we are," Blakesley said, smiling slightly.
"And if I'm dead...well, my father really has no reason to keep you two alive."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian gulped, and slowly moved to the side of the door. He'd made up his mind. Turning his back to the wall, he slid down it and closed his eyes.
Blakesley's father tapped the blade of the dagger against the palm of his other hand, watching him curiously.
"Christian?"
Christian opened his eyes, and squinted across at the old man.
Suddenly, the largest bolt detached itself from the door and flew across the room. Blakesley's father ducked away from it as Christian let out a yell of pain.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina's breath started to come in pants. Oh god. They were going to die here.
Blakesley sensed her sprialling panic and smiled slightly.
"Christina, you know you're not getting out of here alive. Why buy more pain for yourself?"
He noted the increased pallor of her face with satisfaction.
God, I wish the world would stop spinning, Christina thought to herself.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"$#!+," Christian cursed, looking up at the locks on the door.
Taking a deep breath, he knew it was his last chance. With one final burst of energy, all the locks ripped from the door itself and fell to the floor.
He cried out again, before hearing a thud next to his face. opening his eyes again, he saw a dagger in the wood about an inch in front of his face.
"$#!+!" he exclaimed, jumping backwards and falling onto his hands.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina's eyes flickered towards Christian, and Blakesley moved. The knife scratched a thin line across his throat and she tried to stab him, but he caught her hand with his. They both struggled for control of the knife.
"F*CK!" Christina cursed.
She tried to buck him off, fingers scratching around his wrist, then heading for his eyes. He slammed her head against the floor again and her eyes went glazed.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
A few more light thuds, and there was a sort of wall between Christian and the door - made of daggers side by side.
Christian gulped slightly, having never seen Blakesley's father in action before. Oh great, they were screwed... If only he could get Christina through the door...
Refusing to look in Blakesley's father's direction, Christian slipped his hand through two of the daggers. They cut his hand, but he managed to pull the door open. Now he needed to get Blakesley away from her...
Christina & Blakesley.
Oh god, I'm gonna pass out, Christina thought as Blakesley slammed her head into the floor again.
Her fingers were still curled around the knife with a death grip though, and she managed to make him back off for a bit as she slashed at his eyes. She tried to bring her knee up between his legs, but Blakesley blocked that move. Shit. She was so screwed. She wasn't strong enough to keep this up for long.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Panting slightly, Christian cried out again as he used his power to throw Blakesley up against the wall, then pull Christina away from him.
"Get out of here!" he exclaimed, "I'm not gonna keep this up for long!"
"I would have to caution against that..." Blakesley's father mused, holding two daggers in his hands.
When Christian looked up he saw they were trained on him.
Christina & Blakesley.
God, she was insane, Christina thought, then dove across the floor, bringing her legs around to kick Blakesley's father's out from under him.
"Chris, GO!"
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I CAN'T $#!+ing go, that's why I'm telling you to!" Christian almost yelled.
He grunted as he fell backward slightly. Blakesley's father cursed as he fell to the floor, instantly getting to his knees and readying the daggers again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Ah."
Well, she hadn't exactly figured on that. So, running it was. She got to her feet and ran towards the door, passing past Christian quickly.
"Shit," Blakesley cursed.
Well, there went one experiment out the door.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father snarled as he lifted himself to his feet and threw a dagger into her leg - another into her hip for good measure.
Christian cringed as he saw the daggers flying past, and managed to back away from the door.
Christina & Blakesley.
Oh, F*CK, that hurts.
Christina cried out in pain and dropped to the ground, managing to not land on the side with the daggers in it. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck.
Blakesley got up and picked up the blindfold, making his way across to Christian and tying it firmly across his eyes before he had a chance to react.
"Dammit," Christina said in a defeated whisper.
And she'd been so f*cking close...
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"You need to bind his hands before you can do that Kaleb," Blakesley's father raised his eyebrows as Christian's hands immediately flew to the blindfold to pull it off.
"Leave me the $#!+ alone!" Christian exclaimed, backing off.
He soon realized he'd backed into a corner, and held his head as his headache lessened. He could probably give it one more shot...
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley gritted his teeth.
"Then get me something to do it with, and I will.
He walked over to Christian, bending over to pick up the blindfold on his way.
Christina yanked the knife in her hip out with a hiss of pain. If she could manage to get her head out the door and scream bloody murder, someone would come, wouldn't they? Actually, why didn't she start doing that now, with the door open?
She sucked in a breath, taking the other knife out of her leg and let off an ear piercing scream.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian pushed himself further into the corner as Blakesley's father made his way over to Christina. Grabbing hold of her ankle, he let the knife's blade rest against it.
"You don't need a foot to give birth," he said in a low voice, "may I suggest that you calm down?"
"Back off unless you wanna get hurt," Christian glared at Blakesley.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Far as I knew, you *also* needed a heartbeat to reproduce, but there he is," Christina glared at Blakesley Senior.
"I'm not the one who's going to get hurt," Blakesley said softly.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"The means that I used to reproduce are not a topic of conversation for the moment," Blakesley's father smiled slightly, "but I doubt that I would needed a heartbeat for that.
He looked up at Christian and Blakesley, before going to shut the door.
"Hmm... i'll need to fix these locks..."
Christian kept his glare on Blakesley.
"You wanna bet on that?" he growled.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I'm not a betting man," Blakesley said.
"It's not a probability, it's a certainty."
Christina's fingers explored the gashes in her leg and hip, she winced slightly. Ow.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father disappeared down the hallway for a moment, as Christian kept his eyes on Blakesley.
A moment later, the old man returned, and threw a set of hand cuffs to his son.
"Use your power Christian," he began again, standing by the door.
Christian groaned.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley gave his father a look that said his father was clearly insane, then bent forward to put the cuffs on Christian.
Would you look at that? Two knives. Very sharp. Right in her hands.
Christina raised one knife and before she could think about it, slashed it across her wrist.
"Hell I'm going to be a broodmare."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"$#!+ you," Christian cussed, sliding away from Blakesley and keeping his hands out of the doctor's reach.
Blakesley's father saw what Christina had done and tutted slightly.
"I'll go and find the medkit," he told his son, "I suggest you encourage young Christian to use his power. After all... you won't get the cuffs on him otherwise."
Christian glared after him and the old man left the room.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina slashed her other wrist and lay back. The blood started to soak the carpet.
"You know, I don't think it's going to take that long," Christina commented.
Blakesley raised his hand to slap Christian.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian simply turned his head tot he side, waiting for the hit. The hell he was going to move his hands out...
Blakesley's father soon returned and set the medkit beside Christina.
"Now, let's think of some possible motivation, shall we?" he began in a soft voice as he readied the bandages and stitching.
"If you die, Christina, we no longer have much use for Christian. But if my son does wish to keep him to compare to young Taylor... he may accidentally kill him through being upset at losing these embryos."
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley slapped Christian across the face, hard. A huge red handprint blossomed on his skin.
"F*ck you," Christina said almost cheerfully.
"He won't kill Chris till he's ready. Anyway I can stuff up his plans sounds good to me. Now go away, so I can die. I'm sick of listening to the bullshit you two pour out."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Well... just between you and me..." he began softly, leaning over so Blakesley couldn't hear, "I might do it for him.
Christian took a deep breath, before glancing up at Blakesley again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"And you care why *I* die, why?" Christina asked.
Blakesley slammed his fist into Christian's stomach.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I don't, really..." Blakesley's father began, beginning to stitch her left wrist up.
Christian coughed, almost choking as he had to lean on his healthy hand - but he kept the other behind him.
"$#!+ing hell..." he groaned, then squinted up at Blakesley.
He knew he had to do something to get the asshole off him. So even though his body told him not to, he used his power to throw Blakesley backwards. Crying out, he grabbed onto his head and closed his eyes. He definately couldn't take this for much longer.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I really hope I get to see you die, and I hope it's really painful," Christina told Isaac.
Blakesley got up from where he had skidded across the floor, and grabbd Christian's hands, twisting them behind his back and putting the handcuffs on. Then he looked around for the blindfold.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father smiled.
"Life is full of those small disappointments Miss Terry. The blindfold is by the chair Kaleb."
Christian groaned - almost cried out - as he rolled onto his side and tried to look up.
Christina & Blakesley.
"We don't know how this will end, yet," Christina said softly.
"I might get to see you die, after all."
Blakesley got up and walked over to pick up the blindfold.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"You very well may," Blakesley's father agreed.
Christian managed to slowly sit up again, and rested his head back against the wall as he tested the cuffs on his wrists. His eyes followed Blakesley's every move, and he gulped slightly.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Hope I do."
Christina closed her eyes slightly against the waves of dizziness trying to drag her into unconsciousness.
Blakesley approached Christian with caution, blindfold held out between his fingers.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakelsey's rather finished on her first wrist and banaged it, then moved onto the other.
Christian looked up at Blakesley, slinking backwards slightly. He had a killer of a headache, and he knew if he was electrocuted again he was risking heart failure.
Failing that, he kept his head against the wall. Blakesley would have to pull it forward to get the blindfold on him, and he might be able to kick out...
Christina & Blakesley.
Pity he hadn't been ten minutes slower, Christina observed. She might have really died then.
Blakesley bent down to place the blindfold over Christian's eyes, bringing the ends together at the back of his head to tie it securely.
Christian
Christian knew if the blindfold remained on he wouldn't be able to see again until they'd replaced the collar.
Damn it all.
He kicked out at Blakesley's legs, managing to get one and sending him to the ground in front of him.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina observed Blakesley's fall and a flicker of a smile passed over her face.
Blakesley snarled slightly and knelt on Christian's legs to put the blindfold on.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father's facial expression remined the same as he finished with Christina's wrist and bandaged it.
Christian yelled out as Blakesley knelt on his legs and squeezed his eyes shut.
Christina & Blakesley.
"You do know that there's no way in hell I'm having this baby?" Christina asked Blakesley in a sweet voice.
"I will find a way to kill it, rest assured."
"Then I'll just try again," Blakelsey said, and tied the blindfold tight around Christian's head.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian took a deep breath. If he'd been blindfolded when he'd first come to Blakesley he'd probably be fuming - but now, he just had no idea of what was coming.
He turned his head to the side as Blakesley's father began to pack the medkit up.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina started to pick at her stitches.
Blakesley punched Christian in the face, then got off his legs and hauled him to his feet.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian cried out - more from shock - at the hit, before he was pulled up. He stumbled, then managed to stand on his healthy foot with a gulp.
Blakesley's father watched Christina, knowing she couldn't get to the stitches under the bright bandages.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Let's move," Blakesley said softly, then pushed Christian down the hall.
Christina noticed Isaac's glance and just smiled slightly as she kept picking. If they put her back in the cage, she could have the stitches out and be dead in fifteen minutes.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Come dear," Blakesley's father managed to pull Christina up and followed his son.
Christian grunted as he managed to hop forward, leaning against a wall with his shoulder every now and then.
"What are you gonna do with us now?" he demanded.
Christina & Blakesley.
"It comes to mind that when the two of you are together, you cause far more trouble then when you are apart," Blakesley said.
"I think I will have to remedy this situation."
Christina followed Isaac, eyes distant and somehow managing to look very bored with the entire situation.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"What, you didn't learn that from when we made it into the lab and killed all those people? Rebekah?" Christian raised his eyebrows.
"What exactly are you going to do about it?"
Christina & Blakesley.
"Remove one of you from the equation," Blakesley said.
"But you don't want either one of us dead," Christina said.
"I think it would be far easier on everyone's nerves if I sent you far away, Christina. There is someone I can contact to do so," Blakesley said in a bored tone.
"And rest assured, you will be having that baby."
"Bite me, asshole," Christina murmured.
Christian
Christian hesitated, wondering what he was going to do with her.
"And what are you gonna do with me?" he managed to stop his voice shaking, even though his fingers shook slightly with the electricity that remained in his body.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I'm going to Tulsa in a few days time," Blakesley said.
"I intend to look Taylor up."
Christina tilted her head slightly. The one Christian was supposedly cloned from.
Christian
Christian immediately frowned.
"Leave him alone," he said in a low voice, all fear diminishing.
"He has enough going on without you screwing his life up even more."
Blakesley.
"Highly unlikely," Blakesley said, then opened the door to the room.
"You should understand that by now."
He shoved Christian inside.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian lost his footing and hit the ground, then used his legs to push him backwards a little.
"Touch him and you'll regret it," he warned.
"What shall I do with miss Terry?" Blakesley's father raised an eyebrow.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Restrain her against the cross for now," Blakesley said.
Damn, Christina thought to herself.
"So far, I have regretted nothing," he said to Christian, bringing him to the middle of the room.
He unlocked one of Christian's cuffs, then refastened them in front of him. He brought the chain down and hooked the end around the cuffs before going to the mechanism to raise Christian into the air.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father fastened Christina to the cross and Christian cursed to himself.
"Oh you will," he said reassuringly, "my $#!+ing oath you will."
He pulled on the cuffs again.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley ignored Christian as he raised the alien till his feet barely touched the ground. He then turned to his father.
"Is there anything you want me to do for you? Or do you want to do it yourself?"
Christina tested her bonds and then rested her head against the wood of the cross. Well. Here they went again.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian took a deep breath, waiting for whatever was coming.
"I will do it myself, but much later..." Blakesley's father rubbed his chin, lookng Christian up and down.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I don't want her to lose the child," Blakesley said.
He gazed at Christina and she glared back.
"Consider yourself lucky."
"Gee, mister, I think I must be," Christina said mockingly.
He slapped her across the face and her head turned with the force of it.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I do know how to treat pregnant women my son," Blakesley's father seemed to tutt slightly, "I will return when you set to work ont he collar. Deliver your punishment as you see fit."
And he left the room.
Christian stopped breathing for a moment as he listened for where Blakesley was.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley eyed Christian, smiling slightly. Yes...why hadn't he used sensory deprivation before? Actually... He walked over to the cupboards and took out two earplugs. He fitted them in Christian's ears, then went to look over what he was doing.
Alright it was a consenus. Blakesley Senior scared her *far* more then his son did.
Christian
"$#!+," Christian cussed, slightly louder than he normally would have.
His other senses went to work on trying to override his sight and hearing, and he gulped not knowing what Blakesley was going to do.
Blakesley.
Blakesley looked through his drugs, and picked one. He drew out the appropriate dose for Christian's body weight and then slid the needle into his vein, injecting the drug. The drug would maximise the feelings of helplessness and claustrophobia by making him dizzy and causing his temperature to fluctaute.
He then picked up a knife and slashed a quick cut across the curve of his hip.
Christian
Christian cringed at he felt the needle going in, wondering what he'd gotten himself into now.
He flinched as the knife cut across his hip, before suddenly beginning to feel off balance. He groaned slightly, and tilted his head into his arm.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina watched silently. She wasn't going to draw his attention to her before she had to.
Blakesley's knife flicked out again, drawing light slashes across Christian's torso. He kept the pattern random so as to keep Christian guessing.
Christian
Christian flinched every time the knife hit, feeling more and more off balance every time it struck.
He groaned again as he rolled his head back, then let it fall forward.
Why did he suddnely feel... scared?
Blakesley.
Blakesley smiled in satisfaction at Christian's reactions.
The drugs must be really starting to kick in about now.
He took a needle and slowly slid it through Christian's side.
Christian
Christian cried out as he felt the needle going through, and cringed as he clenched his teeth.
Why did that seem to hurt more? What the hell had Blakesley done to him?
He felt his body shivering, and sweat beading on his forehead.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina winced as Christian cried out. And he was meant to be the strong one here. Sure, she mouthed off but she was f*cking terrified and had never pretended to be any different. She shuddered.
Blakesley took another needle and bent to slide it through the burnt skin on Christian's ankle.
Christian
Christian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. but with nothing to distract him, all he could focus on was the pain.
He cringed and cried out again, trying to curl his body and bring his ankle up.
Blakesley.
Amazing...he might leave Christian in this for several days. Actually, he was sure he had a sesnory deprivation tank somewhere. Or he could procure one. Because Christian was falling apart...
Blakesley's eyes gleamed as he drove another needle into Christian's thigh.
Christian
"$#!+," Christian half moaned, turning his head away.
He tried to move the muscles in his ears, and rubbed them against his arms in an effort to get the plugs out. He had to stop after a moment because he felt too dizzy.
"What the $#!+ did you do to me?" he gasped out, feeling his eyes welling up.
Blakesley.
Blakesley smoothed the blade of a knife down Christian's side, smiling in true pleasure now. He took one of the earplugs out.
"Just a little something I designed. Why, don't you like it?"
He slid the earplug back in and then drove a needle into the healing wound his father had inflicted on Christian's hip.
Christian
Christian actually yelled out when the needle went in.
His leg stiffened as the tears of pain fell from his eyes.
Just don't scream. That's all he wants. And he's not getting it...
Blakesley
He should have seen, he should have known that this was something to use, and use well. He should have known...and he called himself a master of the Art.
Blakesley twisted the needle in Christian's hip.
Christian
Christian gasped in deep breaths as he tried to stop himself shaking. But that was a hard thing to do, considering how dizzy he felt, and the pain in his hip.
He felt the sweat trickling down the side of his face... or was that a tear? He didn't know.
Blakesley.
Blakesley watched the cloth over Christian's eyes grow wet, his smile growing.
The Art was a magficent thing to behold.
He picked up a whip and brough it down on Christian's back.
Christian
Christian yelled out again, the sudden hit compeltely unexpected.
He pulled on his wrists slightly, but the sudden movement caught the rest of his off guard and the dizziness took over again.
He hung his head and took another deep breath.
Blakesley.
Hmmm...
Blakesley took a dropperful of acid and flicked it directly at Christian's face.
Christian
Christian's head jerked back a little as he cringed from the burns.
He took another deep breath, then began to rub his face against his arm - knowing the dizziness would hit him again soon.
There it was.
Blakesley.
Blakesley sat down on a chair and watched Christian.
Lack of stimulus would become more terrifying as the vertigo increased.
Christian
Christian groaned, trying to keep his body ready for anything Blakesley was going to do.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling faint.
God, don't black out. Not now. There's no reason for you to...
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley just sat back and watched.
Christina's eyes darted between the softly smiling Blakesley and the groaning Christian. Oh god.
Christian
Christian leant his head back, frowning as he tried to stop feeling dizzy. It wasn't working.
What the hell had Blakesley injected him with? Whatever it was, it wasn't anything normal.
But it was so hard to think straight. He let out a groan that sounded more like a whimper - not that he could tell.
Blakesley.
Blakesley reached out and put his hand on Christian's side and pushed. Christian started to spin slightly.
Christian
Christian flinched at his sudden touch, then moaned as he swayed.
Oh great. Makes things a hundred times worse you old asshole.
He began to feel nauseas, and gulped.
Blakesley.
Blakesley got up and selected a thick heavy black rubber cosh. He brought it smacking down on Christian's knee, accentuating the spin and listened to the kneecap dislocate.
Christian
"$#!+!" Christian yelled, again a lot louder than he normally would have.
"Holy $#!+... $#!+, $#!+..."
He was going to throw up, he knew it.
Blakesley.
Blakelsey smiled, put his hand on Christian's dislocated kneecap and squeezed.
Christian
Christian grunted, but didn't cry out. At the moment, it was more the dizziness worrying him than the pain in his knee. He could worry about that later.
He just wanted to hold his head in his hands and fall asleep.
Blakesley.
Blakesley frowned slightly.
That didn't get the response he had wanted.
Perhaps...
He raised the truncheon again and hit it hard against the small of Christian's back.
Christian
Christian's body jerked a little from the hit, before he laid his head against his arm again.
Sleep... sleep was good. He was too dizzy to comprehend what was going on around him, and he felt his body temperature rising. He was sweating, and his whole body shivered.
He was so tired of this crap.
Blakesley.
How to keep him awake...
Blakesley got a small bucketful of cold water and flung it in Christian's face.
Christian
Christian jumped a little at the sudden cold, then shook his head spraying the water everywhere.
"$#!+ing hell, just leave me alone..." he murmured.
"Your $#!+ing drug's doing its' work."
Blakesley.
"One would hope it would be," Blakesley murmured to himself, knowing Christian couldn't hear him.
He picked up another needle and started to slide it into the skin across Christian's forearm and out the other side.
Christian
Christian drew in a shaky breath, just letting the tears fall as he felt the pain in his arm.
He didn't really have enough strength to cry out.
His arm started shaking, along with his hip area.
Blakesley.
Blakesley looked over his work on Christian, and saw that it was good. The beginnings of a work of Art. He hummed slightly as he picked up the tattoing needles and washed an area on Christian's shoulderblades clean.
Slowly and carefully, he started to sign his work.
Christian
Christian hung his head again, his strength almost completely gone, and still feeling sick.
He actually tried to focus more on the dizziness than the pain in his back.
He groaned slightly, wondering if there was something he could do about his wrist.
Blakesley.
Blakesley hummed a snatch of classical music under his breath as he carefully inked in the loop of the 'K'. He'd do this...then he would rest. And re-bandage his side.
He frowned and jabbed the inking pen harder into Christian's back.
Christian
Wait...
Christian took a deep breath, then attempted to use his atom manipulation.
Zap one. Zap two. Zap three...
Christian found it getting harder to breathe, so he kept going. Eventually, he had to gasp for breath. It just wasn't getting into his lungs...
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina watched with silent sympathy as Christian's body jerked.
Blakesley waited for Christian to stop testing the extent of the collar and went back to inking.
Christian
Christian, though he felt faint, managed to shock himself a few more times.
He choked a little, then began to black out.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley snarled a curse and then went over to his cupboard. He took out a vial of adrenaline, filled a syringe then injected it into Christian's veins.
Christina watched, green eyes thoughtful.
Christian
Christian continued to gasp for breath, making a cross between gasping and choking noises as he struggled to keep his body calm. But as soon as he focused again, he began to shock himself again.
The hell he was going to take this.
Blakesley.
Blakesley watched Christian's physical state for a moment, then bent down to get something out of a lower cupboard. He got out a small oxygen bottle with a mask they kept for emergencies. He slapped the mask over Christian's face and turned the valve.
Christian
Christian hardly registered what was going on, as he faded in and out of consciousness.
He groaned slightly as he came to one time, then fainted.
Christina & Blakesley.
Once he was satisfied Christian was going to live, Blakesley left the room.
Christina watched him go, thankful he hadn't decided to take out his frustrations on her. She tried to sleep.