Christian
Christian's eyes slowly slid open as he awoke from a couple of hours sleep.
He was still alone in the room, as he had been since the day before. He still had no idea what had happened to Taylor, and guessed that the old man had either gone to another part of the laboratory, or taken off altogether.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes again. Maybe he could catch another hour.
Blakesley
Blakesley walked up to Christian's cell, looking at the clipboard in his hand and making absentminded notations on the paper. He had too much to do, that was his problem. Too many projects running all at once...
He opened the door and stepped inside.
Christian
Christian saw the doctor's shadow standing by the door and kept his eyes on it. The fact that there was no light coming from his cell made it almost impossible to tell who it was.
Closing hsi eyes for a second, he hoped it wasn't the old man.
Blakesley
Blakesley ignored Christian as he closed the door behind him and walked over to the table, putting the notepad down.
Too many things to worry about...
Including his damn father.
"Well, you'll be glad to know my father will be joining us today."
Christian
"Oh joy. Oh prosper."
Christian kept his eyes on him, before moving his slightly purple hands a little.
"Where's Taylor?" he demanded.
Blakesley
"Recovering, I would imagine."
Blakesley picked pu a knife and studied its edge.
"That really does need to be sharpened..."
Christian
"Well that's a given, if your father had anything to do with it. But from what, exactly?"
Christian's eyebrows lowered.
Blakesley
"Nothing much. You;re finally here, are you? I need him down from the wall and on a table," Blakesley snapped at the soldier who entered.
The man went to release one of Christian's wrist restraints.
"Honestly..."
Blakesley fussed with several of the daggers, tsking slightly over the state they were in.
Christian
Christian eyed off the young soldier in front of him. He certainly didn't look very strong at all and seemed slightly nervous.
Maybe a first timer.
And they brought him in here? Without Taylor as leverage? Ha.
Christian's fist swung out and caught the young soldier's jaw, knocking him out.
"Bloody amateur..."
Blakesley
Blakesley turned.
"They are hiring badly these days."
He walked across to the intercom.
"I need some mroe soldiers here, immediately."
He looked at Christian, eyebrow raised.
"To pass the time, shall I tell you what I did to Taylor? I put a collar like yours around his neck. He went into shock."
Christian
Christian clenched his teeth for a moment, before a glare swept across his face.
"You weren't f**king warned about that?"
Quickly, he managed to reach forward and grab the doctor's lab coat, wrenching him forward. Slamming him against the wall beside where his other wrist was still locked, his fist met his face before anyone had any time to think.
Blakesley
"Sweet Jesus!"
Blakesley cupped his broken nose and backed off.
"This time, you've pushed me too far, Christian. I want him prepped for surgery. I'll be getting ready for the operating theatre."
Blakesley left, blood dotting his labcoat as two soldiers wrestled Christian off the wall and then strapped him to a table quickly. One picked up a pair of clippers and started to efficently shave the back of Christian's head.
Christian
"F**K!" Christian yelled, pulling hard against the straps and trying to move his head around.
"You'll f**king PAY FOR THIS asshole! Don't think you f**king WON'T!"
Apollo
"I'll take him from here, you're needed down on level 5," Apollo lied smoothly as he entered.
"They captured some bird demon...making an awful mess. Hop to it!"
The two soldiers left quickly as Apollo ran his hand over the back of Christian's head, checking the shaven area.
"Well, I did try to warn you not to annoy him."
Christian
"The f**king asshole deserves everything he f**king gets," Christian hissed through his teeth as he kept pulling on his straps.
"And one of these days he's gonna f**king get it all back. And I want to be there when it happens."
Apollo
"As do we all. Yet, if you want to be around to see that happen, you could play nicer with the other children."
Apollo picked up the clippers and shaved the hair on Christian's head a bit finer before putting them back and starting to push the operating table out of the room and down the hall.
"But you're an awful spoiled brat, I can tell."
Christian
"I don't take kindly to people trying to organize my f**king life for me, that's what it is," Christian fumed, turning his head slightly to watch where they were going.
"And Taylor could be dead by the end of the f**king week."
Apollo
"Let that swwet voice die? Oh, never. I promise you that much."
Apollo cocked his head.
"There are too few even passably good musicians around for them to die on me."
Christian
"And you're gonna pull him out of a coma if he falls into one? Good f**king luck on that."
Christian cringed slightly as he felt the pins and needles creep up his arms that had become suddenly active after so long.
Apollo
"Well, I am a god. Of sorts. An avatar of a god, if you want to be technical. But I do still have most of my powers."
Apollo paused for thought before pushing onwards slowly.
"I just don't like showiness. Now, Ashtoreth you would have noticed, adores showiness. Gaudy is her watchword."
Christian
"Whatever. As you may have noticed I really couldn't give a flying s**t."
He tried to grab onto the strap around his wrist with his right hand, but missed.
Apollo
"You'd be surprised how many dieties ghave their eyes on this place. Mostly to see what they can steal."
Apollo looked at an Asian man who walked past them, wearing the white coat of a scientist.
"That, for example, was a Dragon Prince of the T'ien Lung dynasty. He's also quite taken with that little mongrel hybrid with violet eyes that Blakesley created. Courting the damn thing at the moment."
Christian
"I don't... f**king... CARE!" Christian exclaimed.
"I don't go for the whole 'rule over me just because of who I am'. If I want to think a God's a f**king bitch, then I f**king will!"
Apollo
"That's not to say some of them are, of course," Apollo said.
"But usually, goddesses aren't that bad. Except when they are actual dogs. Here we are."
Apollo opened the door of the operating theatre and wheeled Christian in.
Christian
Christian managed to look up again, and groaned when he saw all the instruments ready for operating.
"S**t."
He leant his head down again and spread his fingers out, watching them gradually changing colour.
Blakesley & Apollo
Blakesley picked up a scalpel, looking at Christian with distaste.
"You will apologise, or I will perform this surgery on you without the use of anaesthetic. I can assure it will be exquisetely painful."
Apollo left quietly.
Christian
Christian hesitated, then blinked.
"Like you weren't going to anyway," he said finally, before closing his eyes.
Blakesley
"I was quite sincere."
Blakesley checked that Christian's head was secured firmly before starting to slice the skin on his scalp so the scientist could reach his brain.
Christian
Christian's hands slid back and forth across the table, not having anything to hold onto.
He kept his eyes squeezed shut, afraid of moving his head and the scalpel hitting where it wasn't supposed to.
He pulled on the straps on his ankles as a substitute for not holding anything.
Blakesley
Blakesley reached out to gesture for the music he wished to be turned on, and soft strains of classical music filled the air, violins singing sweetly. He pinned the flap of skin that was Christian's scalp out of the way before picking up a bone saw and switching it on.
Christian
Christian managed to stop himself from jumping as he heard the saw turn on, which was a lot of work while trying to control the pain as well.
He took two deep breaths, then held it.
Blakesley
Blakesley carefully started to cut a line across the bloody bone of Christian's skull. Gently, he pressed down on the bone to make it give way. The sound of the saw in relation to the music was more then slightly obscene as it broke through and Blakesley removed the section of bone so he could reach the brain beneath.
Christian knew he was going to faint soon, but tried to stay awake as long as possible.
As much as it hurt, he'd rather feel it then trust the asshole when he was unconscious.
He dug his fingertips into the surface of the table, and let the tears welled in his eyes quickly fall.
Blakesley
Blakesley admired his work for a moment, then delicately made in incision in Christian's brain. He picked up a small microchip with a pair of tweezers and started to insert it.
Christian
Christian held back any kind of noise, knowing that he'd only yell and that might move his head just enough to do some serious damage.
Not that he really had any idea of what Blakesley was doing anyway.
Blakesley
Blakesley inserted the second chip just as delicately, then replaced the fragment of bone he had removed. Soon he was restitching the skin of Christian's scalp, humming faintly to the soaring music.
Christian
Christian finally let his breath go and swallowed hard, dulling most of the urge to yell out.
He continued keeping his eyes closed, his face almost bright red with the stress he'd put on it.
Blakesley
Blakesley wpied delicately along the line of sutures with some strong antiseptic before moving away to remove his gloves.
"Now, let us see if your survive this intact, Christian..."
Christian
Christian took a few more deep breaths, still not opening his eyes.
"Well wasn't that just one big f**king headache?" he managed to murmur, before finally fainting.
Blakesley
"Remove him to a cell," Blakesley ordered.
"Keep him on the table. Oh and arrange for some minimal medical care."
Blakesley left the operating theatre.