Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian stopped himself from growling as Blakesley's father bolted the door shut on his way out.
He leant back, his head hitting the back of the cage, and closed his eyes. Then he felt his hand hit something...
Wondering what it was, he shifted slightly, and his eyes widened when he caught sight of it. It was the wire Christina had used to pick the lock on their last escape attempt.
Keeping his eyes on the door and listening attentively, he felt for the wire with his hand and unhooked it from it's position. He turned himself around in the cage so his back was to the door - as his hands were cuffed behind him - and felt for the lock before quickly beginning to pick it.
Once he knew what he was doing, it was only a couple of seconds before he had the lock open and the door swung out. He crawled out backwards, maneuvered his legs through his arms, then put the wire back where he'd found it and leant on the cage to stand up.
He cringed a little, looking around. There was no way he'd get through the door, so he needed some kind of defence.
He made his way over to the cupboard and searched through again. There was no way he was going to use acid on the collar again - it just wasn't worth it. He found the flogger Blakesley had used to dislocate his knee with, grabbed it, and looked it over. It would work... as long as the assholes didn't have their syringes ready.
He took a deep breath, then made his way to the door. He hoped that the old man was the first through... Blakesley was easier to contend with. Not that they both weren't death wishes.
Blakesley's father found what he'd gone to fetch, and made his way back to the torture room. Christian gulped as he heard the bolts being undone, and raised the flogger, ready to hit whoever it was over the head.
Isaac opened the door and stepped through, before stopping at the sight of the empty cage. Before he could turn around, Christian hit him over the head. The doctor collapsed to the floor, out cold.
Christian kept his breathing even, checking to make sure that Blakesley wasn't following him. Good.
He slipped outside and closed and bolted the door, so if Blakesley was asleep he wouldn't think any different when he awoke. Then he made his way down the corridor silently, keeping an eye out.
He reached the livingroom and snuck a look around the corner. No sign of Blakesley. Looking up at the door, he made his way over and began to unbolt it. Not finding a way to undo the locks however, he looked around for anything to pick them with.
Better yet... someone had left the keys on the coffee table. Glancing back down the hallway, he made his way over to them, grabbed them, then went back to the door.
"Come on..." he murmured, trying to find the right key for the first lock.
Blakesley.
Blakesley blew slightly on his coffee, eyes riveted on pages of feedout from his computer as he started to walk back from the kitchen to his study.
He tilted his head slightly as he heard the rattle of keys, then turned. He saw Christian at the door and blinked slightly, before throwing the scalding hot coffee in his face.
Christian
"AH! $#!+!" Christian yelled, dropping the keys as his hands flew to his face.
He used them and his arm to try and get the coffee off his face as he blinked rapidly.
He saw Blakesley standing nearby, and suddenly wished he'd kept the flogger handy...
Panting slightly, he leant back against the door, still wiping his face.
Blakesley.
Blakesley kicked the keys away with his foot, eyes never leaving Christian's face.
"Well, you got further this time...may I ask where my father is?"
Christian
"Wouldn't you like to $#!+ing know?" Christian glared, looking for where he'd kicked the keys.
He spotted them practically behind Blakesley, and groaned slightly.
Blakesley.
"Well, I would, that's why I asked," Blakesley said in a tone he used to talk to the mentally deficent.
"So...how difficult do you want to make this for yourself?"
Christian
Christian closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think of a way out.
Opening them again, he looked around for anything he could use for defence.
"Depends on what you come up with," he said finally.
Blakesley.
"Well, there's always this," Blakesley said, taking the remote out of his pocket.
He pressed the highest shock level.
Christian
Christian cursed and held his chest as he fell to the floor, his body shaking in convulsions.
He felt his chest tighten, and when it was over, had to gasp for breath.
Blakesley.
The scientist drew his fingers lazily over the control, watching Christian and careful to stay out of reach.
"Do you yield for the moment? Or does it require more pain?"
Christian
"$#!+ you," Christian grunted, sitting up onto his elbow, then managing to sit with his back against the door.
"You've hardly seen me since Chris left anyway."
Blakesley.
"I've been...busy," Blakesley said cryptically.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd be pining for my company, Christian."
He pressed down on the button again.
Christian
Christian made a choking sound as he grabbed onto his chest again and squeezed his eyes shut.
When it was over, he gasped for breath again, feeling his chest tighten even more. How much longer could his body hold out when he was this weak?
"I didn't mean that as a bad thing," he said between breaths.
Blakesley.
"I'm hurt, Christian, sincerely hurt," Blakesley said mockingly.
He spun the dial of the shock setting, turning it down slightly. Then shocked Christian again.
Christian
"$#!+," Christian cursed, as his body shook again.
When it stopped, he fell down onto his elbow again, not able to hold himself up further.
"If you're not gonna get Taylor for God-knows-how-long, why the $#! + do you still have me?"
Blakesley.
"My father seems to have a pecuilar fondness for you," Blakesley said.
"And in the end, death is just another escape, isn't it?"
Christian
Christian groaned and fell down onto his side as he elbow gave way.
"It's the easiest one," he agreed, his eyes on the hallway.
He looked up at the door. He was three locks away from being on the other side. Damn.
Blakesley.
"Precisely," Blakesley said.
"If there were any critiscisms I had of Rebekah's death, it was this...it was relatively quick."
He smiled tightly then edged around Christian to pick up a heavy weight on the shelf.
Christian
"Well I for one didn't know how long it'd take for the dumbasses to contact someone who knew how to control people like us," Christian kept his eyes on him.
"Why risk anything unnecessarily?"
He took a deep breath, getting his breathing back to normal.
Blakesley.
"Christina can be trily vicious, can't she?" Blakesley said, curlimg his fingers around the weight.
He could feel the pull of the wound in his side.
Christian
"Depends on your point of view," Christian reasoned, "I don't really think so."
He ran his fingers along the chain on the hand cuffs.
"She's just... careless. And she always has been."
Blakesley.
"Losing her memory certainly was," Blakesley said.
He smiled slightly as he held the weight in one hand.
"Of course, you haven't always been exactly cautious yourself."
He brought the weight down on the side of Christian's head with a sickening crack.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian yelped as the weight hit, before falling unconscious with his hair strewn across his face.
Meanwhile, Blakesley's father slowly began to pick himself up from the floor, looking around dazedly.
Blakesley.
Blakesley tsked to himself, rolling Christian's eyelid back to take in the state of the dilation of his pupil. He nodded, pleased, then picked up the limp man carefully.
He headed down to the room carefully, then entered. He raised an eyebrow at his father as he started to strap Christian to the cross.
"Are you alright?"
Blakesley Snr
"Just a bit of a headache Kaleb," Blakesley's father replied, putting his hand to his head where he'd been hit.
He looked up at Christian as he leant against the wall.
"I may need a drink, and then a rest. I trust you will be able to handle this?"
Blakesley.
Blakesley hesitated, his hands stilling for a moment on the straps.
"He is very difficult to break...I'm not sure I know what to do next. The usual methods seem to be failing..."
Blakesley Snr
Isaac watched his son for a moment, silently.
"Time, can be a terrible weapon Kaleb," he began softly.
"He is a very defiant being... if you tell him one thing, it becomes set in his mind to believe the opposite. If he believes you're speaking the truth, he suddenly doubts it."
He began to make his way to the door.
"The longer he is here, the more his mind may open. It is actually a good thing that he has tried to escape so many times and failed. It shows that he is not getting above us."
He paused, looking up at Christian, before closing the door behind him and heading to the kitchen.
Blakesley.
"Perhaps..."
Blakesley shook his head slightly, tying a blindfold around Christian's eyes, then placing earplugs in his ears. The lack of sensation had worked well before...he thought he had a chemical to help that right along.
He picked out a vial and filled a syringe with a nearly colourless solution that would cut off tactile sensation to Christian's nervendings. He'd watched a subject claw themselves to ribbons, just trying to feel something.
He slid it into the vein on Christian's arm then pressed the plunger home.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Isaac made himself a cup of tea and made his way into the livingroom to sit in his armchair. He'd wait until this blasted headache ceased before taking a nap - he might have had a concussion.
Christian's breathing became heavier as he began to come to. He felt a sting in his arm, and instantly knew he'd been injected with something. Great. What drugs was he trying out this time?
Then he realized he was blindfolded and had the earplugs in again, and groaned.
Blakesley.
Blakesley smiled slightly, then slapped Christian's face, turning his head sideways with the force of it. Soon, the drug would take effect...
He wondered if Christian would cry again. Probably not, but one cold always hope.
After maybe fifteen to twenty minutes, Christian heard the clatter of the knife on a stainless steel tray.
"Well Christian... I will be back in a moment."
Christian grunted slightly as he heard him pick the tray up and leave the room with it. He knew he was missing parts of his hip and side. What the heck was the old man going to do?
It was quite possibly more than an hour before the old man returned to the room. He closed the door behind him, and Christian heard him set the tray down.
He came over to Christian and began to remove the device from his head.
Christian
Christian grunted at the hit before realizing his feet were going numb.
Well, that was a bit of a relief. It'd be the first time without them hurting for a while.
With a bit of a gulp, he realized the numbness was growing upwards.
Blakesley.
Fussing slightly, Blakesley attached a heart moniter to Christian's chest. He didn't want the alien to die on him. Yet.
Later, say a few months later it would probably be an entirely different matter...
Christian
Christian felt the heart monitor go on and frowned slightly.
The numbness was increasing, and he was beginning to worry. It crept up his thighs and he already felt his arms succumbing.
He rolled his neck slightly, just waiting to see how far it would go.
Blakesley.
Blakesley scratched his fingernail along the edge of one of Christian's wounds, and noted with satisfaction that there was no reaction.
Soon, it would cover all his body... and Christian would be trapped in a world of darkness, with no sensation to giude him. Or even to tell him the world beyond his mind still existed.
Christian
Christian felt the numbness creeping into his chest, and then up his throat. He guessed he soon wouldn't be able to talk. Or if he could, it'd be slurred.
Stopping himself from growling, he felt it creep across his face. Interesting drug... he wondered what would happen if he used it on Blakesley.
He couldn't help but breathe evenly, glad for the release from the pain he felt, but getting worried all the same... how could he tell if something was happening to his body? Was he just going to wake up with a sudden huge amount of pain to deal with?
Blakesley.
Blakesley went about the task of making sure Christian's numerous wounds wouldn't get infected while Christian couldn't feel anything. When the drug wore off, he'd probably be in a great deal of pain, but for the moment, it was restful to do this without interupptions.
He finished and then went to wash his hands.
Christian
Christian turned his head, finding it hard to breathe from the fumes of what he guessed was some antibacterial liquid.
Oh yeah, he bet he was going to be hurting when the numbness wore off.
He sighed, getting worried about not having feeling in his chest. What if couldn't tell he'd stopped breathing or something? He struggled to keep himself calm, knowing Blakesley had only done this to try and make him panic. Well he wasn't going to get it.
He focused on what he could make out.
Blakesley.
Blakesley smiled slightly, then cutting off some of Christian's hair, he burnt it.
Let the alien worry about what exactly he might have been burning.
Christian
Christian caught the scent of the burning hair and gulped slightly.
He wasn't... He wouldn't... No. You bastard.
If you were burning me alive you'd want me to feel it, wouldn't you?
Christian sneezed, turning his head away from the smell.
Blakesley.
Blakesley smiled slightly, amused by Christian's reactions. Oh yes, he was thinking hard under that blindfold. But he still didn't know...
He applied the lighter to Christian's leg, removing it enough once the smell was truly apparent.
Christian
If Christian could have sneered, he would have.
"Get the $#!+ away from me asshole," he slurred, turning his head again.
What exactly was this guy trying to do?
Blakesley.
Blakesley deliberated for a few moments. There was really not that much point in hurting him while the drug continued to affect him. And he did still have work to do.
First of all though...
He went and got a small jar of menthol rub and smeared it under Christian's nostrils. That would make it impossible to smell anything else. He then carefully cut Christian's hair back from his face. A ragged cut, but it would serve.
Christian
Christian coughed as the scent basically overtook him, and he concentrated on breathing through his mouth instead.
Asshole.
He focused on his breathing, keeping his mind blank. He knew if he thought too much he'd focus on what wasn't important at the moment... like showing Blakesley up.
Blakesley.
Blakesley tidied up the hair and put it in the bin.
He looked around briefly, then left. He had enough work to do.