Taylor
Taylor groaned to himself as he rolled his neck.
They'd moved the chair he'd first been put in into the room with all the torture instruments, and that was now where he was.
He felt Mouse sleeping peacefully again, and closed his eyes. When she woke up he knew he had morning sickness to look forward to.
He'd spent time with Natalia again in the past few days, as well as catching a glimpse of Mouse, hurling a lot of insults, and missing a chunk from his arm which they liked to call a 'flesh sample'. So now there was a huge bandage just behind his right shoulder.
Not to mention the semen sample they'd taken. Now that was humiliating.
He'd had another attack just the day before, and was hoping the next one wouldn't be for a few days. More than anything, he wanted to be with Mouse.
Mouse and Natalia
Mouse woke up and felt the first pangs of the morning nausea hit her. She felt sorry for Taylor, knowing that wherever he was, he was feeling it as well. She made her way to the toilet and started to throw up.
Natalia stretched and scratched idly at the scabs on her stomach that were from the clips. They'd be healed over soon. The lash marks on her back were healing over steadily as well, and they hadn't gotten infected. Allan had even managed it so she had been able to have a shower. She rolled over in the violets growing all around her and pillowed her head on her arms, falling back asleep.
Blakesley reviewed the tapes of Taylor in confinment, and paused when he saw the night cleaner scroll across the screen. He beckoned one of the other scientists over to him. "Tell me...what language is he speaking?"
"Oh, Spanish."
"Thank you..." As he looked back, h could see that was a regualr occurrence. Taylor spoke in Spanish, Portugeuse and French. Even Russian at one point. It was doubtful a boy of his age could have learned to be fluent in that many languages. So...
He got up and strode rapidly down to Taylor's cell. He went in and opened up the wall. He took a knife out, and grabbed Taylor's hair, bending his head backward. "Tell me...could I find out how your power worked if I cut open your voicebox?"
Taylor
Taylor's eyes widened as his mouth opened and closed, then he gulped.
"H-how?" he stuttered, his hands shaking, showing how worried he'd become.
How could he have found out? He'd never said anything about his power, never uttered a word of how it worked.
Blakesley
"You used too many languages. I asked myself, wher on earth would a boy such as yourself find the time or inclination to learn that many languages fluently? The answer is of course, not by normal means." Blakesley curled his lip. "And of course, your reaction just now told me I was right. Stupid. Very, very stupid."
Taylor
Taylor gave a hard tug on his wrist restraints, trying to lean back further so the pull on his hair didn't hurt as much.
"So, now that you know, what are you gonna do with me, huh? Now that you know it's so freaking rare that there's only about five of us on the entire planet. What the hell do you want now?"
Blakesley
"What are the rules of any good experiment? Replicate, replicate, replicate." A cruel smile carved Blakesley's lip. "I'm sure Natalia would be glad to know she has a purpose again."
Taylor
Taylor's eyes widened again.
"NO! Leave her alone!" he cried, pulling on his wrists again as he struggled to get out of the man's grip.
"Leave her the hell alone! How would you like it, huh?!"
Blakesley
"I, as you may have observed, am not female. And it's not like she hasn't done it before." Blakesley let go of Taylor's hair and wiped his hand against his labcoat. "She makes an exceptional host mother."
Taylor
Taylor shook the hair out of his eyes, then glared at Blakesley.
"What are you talking about?" he demanded, "I know she's been pregnant before. She told me. What are you doing to her this time?"
Blakelsey
"Well, since you are obviously unwilling to participate in any testing f your power...a more willing and moldable substitute would have to be created." Blakesley eyed Taylor. "Cloning has of course its own downfalls, but I'm sure that after the first few miscarriages we would get a viable fetus."
Taylor
Taylor hesitated as it sunk in.
"You BASTARD!" he screamed, struggling again.
"Se você tivesse toda a idéia de o que fosse boa para você você cometeria o suicide por muito tempo há. Você não tem absolutamente nenhuma idéia de quanto os povos quereriam o descascar vivo se se ouvirem sobre este. Agradeça suas estrelas que afortunadas ninguém sabe contudo e pôde dar-lhe a hora de escapar-se. Qual se eu tiver minha maneira com você não acontecerá!"
Blakesley
Blakesley watched Taylor's temper tantrum, smiling. "I never did do well at modern languages. So your threats, for such I assume them to be, have even less effect. You just don't seem to understand...you are *nothing* here. All you are worth is what infomation can be taken from your body and your mind. You don't even have the saving grace of the females we use as subjects, as you can't function as a womb for further experiments." He took in Taylor's fury. "And if you will not cooperate, we will make someone who will. It's not the first time, nor wil it be the last. Rest assuer, Mr. Hanson, we are very good at what we do."
Taylor
Taylor stopped, just glaring at him as he took in deep breaths trying to keep calm. He wasn't going to let him win. He promised himself that.
"Then maybe I'll say what I have to in plain English. Or wait, how about a mix of languages? Didn't know I could do that, did you?" he squinted.
"Maybe I'll even say it in a dead language, or in the language I use to talk to Jane's babies. Or maybe in an animal or insect language."
His face was bright red once again.
"Even if you made a successful clone you wouldn't be able to hold your patience until it was old enough to comply, or understand what it was capable of doing. I know your level of patience is a lot shallower than you make it out to be."
Blakesley
"Which would be of course why I have lost my pateince with your insolence and your back is in tatters. I would suggest you don't try me further, boy." Blakesley turned from Taylor and walked across to the intercom when his name was paged over the speakers. "Yes?" He listened, ignoring Taylor. "Of course. I'll be right up." He left through the door.
Taylor
Taylor looked up - a glare still in his eyes - as he heard yells and screams from down the corridor. He relaxed slightly knowing it wasn't either Natalia or Mouse.
He cringed when he actually took notice of his wrists. They were red raw again, and starting to bleed. Damn Blakesley. He'd get what he deserved eventually, even if it wasn't from him.
Mouse
Vampires. Honestly more trouble then they worth, Blakesley thought in disgust as one of the security men dusted the vampire that had gotten out. After that, he was truly becoming irked. He decided that what he needed to do was vent some of his frustrations. He headed to Mouse's cell.
She looked up startled as he stepped in, face cold. She could feel the anger radiating off him and shrank back into her restraints. He slapped her across the face several times and she grunted in pain, one of his hands gripping her chin so she couldn't move her face to avoid it. He didn't say a word, and she spat blood and a fragment of tooth into his face. He lifted his lip in a snarl, then broke her nose.
Taylor
Taylor's eyes widened when he realized Blakesley was with Mouse.
"AH!"
He cried out when he felt her nose break.
"OH my GOD!" he yelled, holding his face in shoulder, trying to stop the pain.
This was going way too far. That was Mouse.
Mouse
Mouse snarled in his face and lunged for his hand. She caught it in her teeth and savagely bit down.
"AI! You *little* animal!" Blakesley jumped back, cradling his injured hand. Mouse laughed, blood running down her lips, both his and hers.
"Aroooooooooo! You better believe it, buddy! I spend my time hiding out in the mind of a wolf. I am the Pack Alpha Bitch, and you don't even have the faintest idea of what that means." She spat at him again, and blood hit his pure white coat. "KISS MY ASS, YOU GODDAMNED BASTARD!" He stared at her, then turned to the gaurd.
"Gag her. The one we use for long term." A gag was forced into Mouse's mouth, her spitting and snarling like a rabid wolf. It forced her mouth open, so she could breathe and be given food or drink through it.
Taylor
Taylor's eyes began to water from the pain of the broken nose, before he felt Mouse being gagged.
"Oh man..." he moaned, shaking his head.
He closed his eyes as a couple of tears ran down his face.
"Please Jane, please... hold it. We'll make it."
Mouse
Mouse glared at Blakesley and kicked out, hitting him in the balls. Her nose hurt, but she wasn't worried about that. Blakesley hissed, and cupped himself in pain. Then he straightened up, eyes burning with rage. "Strip her."
Mouse fought with everything she could but soon she was standing panting and naked in front of Blakesley. She raised her head, still defiant.
"Since the simple restraints we have been using on you don't seem to work, we'll have to progress to something stronger," Blakesley told her softly. Mouse's arms were forced into an arm binder behind her back and the straps almost brutally tightened across her chest. A collar was next, one that forced her chin up at an almost unnnatural angle. Two restraints were put on her feet that forced her to stand on tippy toe, then her ankles locked together. When they placed the blindfold over her eyes, she started to scream around the gag.
Taylor
Taylor's eyes widened again and he began to pant rapidly.
"No, no... BLAKESLEY!" he screamed, "LEAVE HER ALONE! $#!+ you man, $#!+ YOU!"
The tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt what was happening to the girl he loved.
"Você está indo morrer uma morte lenta e dolorosa, asshole."
MOuse
Mouse whimpered as tears slid down her cheeks, barely even noticing as she was dragged backwards and chained to the wall. Her back was already starting to hurt from the unnnatural posture it was forced into.
Blakesley settled the collar of his labcoat in an angry motion and then wheeled out of the cell. He was growing frustrated. And if this continued...he could not be held responsible for his actions.
Mouse cried harder as she was forced to relive her terrifying experience in Spook's basement. She started struggling for breath as her nose clogged up and she hyperventilated around the rubber in her mouth. She started growing faint and dizzy headed before she managed to calm down and breath properly.
Taylor
The tears welled unnaturally in Taylor's eyes as he grieved for his girlfriend.
When she finally calmed down, he clenched his fists, willing the worst for the men who held them.