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Post by morg on Jan 18, 2009 13:40:13 GMT -5
There were no dreams for Morgan Cavan.
Perhaps she was just lucky, perhaps she'd been overstunned or over drugged. Mayhaps she hit her head while being carried.
Or maybe her writer can't think of anything.
Regardless, she drifted out of a dark unconsciousness, her awareness slowly returning to her. Having experienced this sort of thing before, Morgan knew how to react. She continued to breath slowly, and kept her body relaxed, her eyes still closed. Just barely, at the edge of her senses, she could hear voices. Questions.
And the barely audible sound of a computer.
All this went into her brain, latching onto her newly developing Gifted memory. Still, Morgan lay, listening and fully cognizant of her surroundings. If need be, she'd be more then willing to attack. But you needed an opening, and she certainly didn't have one now.
God, I hope my brother doesn't do something stupid. And I really hope the others are alright. The last thing we need is for them to start screaming and babbling...
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 18, 2009 13:50:08 GMT -5
"Y-yeah well, maybe I don't like being the test subject!" Locke shot back to the man, still afraid, but trying to rationalize his situation. "I don't know who you are, I don't know where I am, and you want me to cooperate with...with...whatever the hell you are doing down here?!"
Expecting Locke to cooperate was a foolish idea in and of itself. "Why don't you go back to dissecting frogs and leave me alone!"
13 years of being made a spectacle of, and it found a perfect target right now. Locke pulled himself off of the table, keeping his eyes on his captor, and picked up his coat, putting it back on.
"Maintain composure, don't lose focus. Don't let him see you scared...."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 18, 2009 14:27:20 GMT -5
Garion's eyes were wide, all thought and rationale driven from his mind. He was a caged animal, a frightened beast. He was disgraced, less than the nine year old he appeared to be.
Unable to control the tone of his voice, he yelled. "GET AWAY FROM ME! NO! NO NO NO NO!" He was practically sobbing, and he had no memory of how he got into this condition. For all he knew, Niplik was some sick pedophile, and the syringe in his hand was some form of narcotic. Garion would not be some thin, stuttering, depraved man's sextoy.
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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2009 15:43:01 GMT -5
"Locke," the Director said, his tone still kindly. Yes, he'd figured out the boy's name. It's amazing the kind of resources the Corporation had at its disposal. That and their ability to read student ID cards.
"You're in a lab run by a group that prefer to keep itself anonymous," supplied the Director. "We're doing research into genetics, for the benefit of mankind, of course." Friendly smile. "Really, it's not going to do you any good to struggle. Think for a moment: you're in a lab deep underground with no one else within sight."
The Director spread his arms, indicating the general area. "Where, exactly would you go? From where would help come? You see, my boy," he lowered his arms, "it's simply in your best interest to agree to work with us. Besides."
He gestured toward a nearby table. "I can take what I want."
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The kid certainly had a set of lungs on him. How someone so small could produce that much noise was beyond Niplik. All he knew was that it was piercing his ears, and making things decidedly unpleasant for him.
"C-c-c-c-c-c-c-calm down!" shouted Niplik, in a voice that practically guaranteed a reaction opposite to his hopes. "D-d-d-don't m-m-m-make me h-h-h-hurt you!"
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 18, 2009 15:48:17 GMT -5
Garion lay on the floor, twitching and looking up at the man. His hair had become a disheveled mess, as was the rest of his face. Tears streamed down his face, and his breathing was irregular.
"What... what do you want from me? "
Its true, Garion was smart. Garion was mature. Garion had freaking superpowers.
But he was still too young for this.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 18, 2009 17:15:08 GMT -5
Locke thought about his situation, it was true that as things were now, he couldn't manage as escape. But he had one card, he could keep his powers secret, maybe. Then they wouldn't know what he could do and he might be able to escape. If he could find Garion they would certainly be able to find a way out, among the two of them.
"So what is it you want then? You have my blood, so what exactly is there to 'take'? All of my DNA is in there, so you want information from me, correct? Information about what I am, where I came from, what else I know and such and so forth."
If there was one thing Locke was good at, it was with playing against intellectuals. He knew exactly what it was like to want knowledge, and this man had no idea just how smart he was.
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Post by Admin on Jan 19, 2009 0:47:20 GMT -5
"It's simple," replied Niplik, forcing a smile. He'd started lieing, which meant that his stutter had suddenly left him. Remarkable, how that works. "We're just going to observe you for a while. Maybe take a few blood samples. You see, what you do, it's not normal, young man..."
Niplik did not have the Director's talent for names. "So we're going to learn all about you, and then we'll use that knowledge for the betterment of mankind."
Niplik smiled. "Isn't that wonderful?"
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"It's not that simple, I'm afraid," replied the Director. He sighed, patting Locke's shoulder in what he thought was a reassuring manner. It actually looked like one too: the Director had practice. "Yes, we have all the genetic information we could possibly want. In fact, we've already extracted quite a bit of blood from you."
Mostly a lie. They hadn't had time to get more than a syringe from each of their captives. Even then, they'd been careful.
"But, you see, we're not sure what exactly you can do. We're aware of your trick with the lights, yes," the Director waved a hand. "But there has to be more to you then that, correct? We've already met one of your kind. Miss Kara Belova. An empath of sorts. Quite intriguing. Almost as useful as your ability will be."
The Director sighed. "But, you see, we also need to know how to use these things. A gun is only a poor bludgeon if you don't know how to load it and pull the trigger."
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 19, 2009 10:07:55 GMT -5
Locke let the crazy old man speak, good he didn't have any idea what Locke could do. Well that was good, he could play along with that.
"Guns also have a habit of killing people who play around with them without understanding them. I'm pretty sure even normal humans have those stories of fooling with things you aren't meant to understand."
Things we aren't meant to understand...that wasn't right. Locke himself was aiming to understand these things as well, maybe...he could learn something from their research? He'd have to see what they found out.
"Well." Locke said, finding himself at an advantage here. He knew a thing or two about the ways of science, and it was much easier to deal with a willing person then one set against you.
"How about a deal then? You want me to help you, and it's true I can't escape you. But I could feed you fake information that you wouldn't know, truth or not, and you'd never know the difference. In the end it wastes every bodies time. And frankly, you don't look like you have a lot of time left to waste. So why don't we work out a bargain."
Locke looked right up at the director.
Be strong, be strong.
"But I need information to make an informed decision, so why don't we start with some simple questions, one for one. I ask one, you ask one. I'd advise you not to lie, I can tell." Locke bluffed.
"I'll start. Who else did you bring here?"
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 19, 2009 15:59:20 GMT -5
At the word normal, Garion snapped out of it. Normal. He had hated that title ever since it had been denied to him. It was a farce, a useless thing that he had been searching for all his life. And here was some mockery of a human being, trying to tell him about normal.
"Normal? Really, normal? You don't know the first thing about normal." Garion sneered at the man. Since when have you, or I, ever cared about normal?"
"It's normal to take an innocent kid from a school against his own will, taser his friends, and ask for blood samples?
"How could anything you take from me better humankind? No, if you really wanted to help anyone, it wouldn't be humankind. That would make you humane, and humane people simply ask people for information, not take it."
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Post by Admin on Jan 19, 2009 18:24:46 GMT -5
"You are correct," agreed the Director, smiling. "A native just seeing a gun for the first time is bound to hurt himself attempting to use it. However, teach a native to shoot, and he becomes a better hunter."
The bound boy offered a deal now. Just hearing the brazen proclamation amused the Director, and his smile widened. Clearly this Academy taught its followers to be bold little heathens. Certainly more so then the general populace, at least, in the Director's estimation.
"We brought three other people," the Director answered, not bothering the pleasant banter this time, "two more males and one female."
An answer, yes, but a technical one. The Director had a feeling that that was the direction this particular conversation was going to take, and he wasn't about to give Locke any more then he had to.
"What do you call your ability?" he asked, arching a brow.
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"F-f-f-fine! Y-y-y-you b-b-b-brat!" shouted Niplik, waving the syringe dangerously. "B-b-b-be that w-w-w-way! D-d-d-don't s-s-s-say I d-d-d-didn't w-w-w-warn y-y-y-ou!"
With that, the man stuck his syringe into the boy's arm, and injected whatever happened to be in there.
As luck would or wouldn't have it, the syringe happened to be filled with an experimental mixture. A truth serum, derived after the test on Kara Belova. This particular batch should have worked quite well on one of the older children.
On Garion? Who could say?
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 19, 2009 18:33:20 GMT -5
"ARGH! WHAT ARE YOU-" The liquid injected into Garion took effect very quickly, and Garion's voice quieted and took on a much more dreamy quality.
The serum would make him tell the truth, no doubt about that... but it was a bit too strong a dose for Garion's frail body.
Strong enought to be, say, a narcotic.
"I surpose that I can heeeeeeeeeeeeelp you! If you ask weeeely nicely, mmmfhahahahahaha!" Garion broke into gales of laughter. "You have glaaaaaaaaaases! mmmfhaha! You have too manny eyes, it's not faiiiir! HAHHAHAHAHAHA! Not fair for meeeeeeeeeeeeee, not fair for youuuuuuuuuuuu!"
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 19, 2009 19:10:35 GMT -5
So they got Garion too, that would make sense. But who were the other two? No way to know. So they had a Telekenetic here, that was one more thing to work with. Then Locke had to answer his question. This was a battle of wits, and compared to Locke, this man was unarmed.
"It's called Sonic Resonance." Locke replied, keeping it as simple as it could be, and not dropping his gaze from the director. They were engaged in a battle of wills, to break face was to lose.
Who would win.
"Ok then. What do you plan to do if I decide to cooperate?"
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Post by Admin on Jan 21, 2009 22:10:51 GMT -5
"B-b-b-bother," muttered Niplik, eying the crazed boy. It looked like his dosage had been off. Frowning, he studied the needle. Yes, they certainly needed to take their time and examine things better. Niplik himself had been failing quite a bit lately, and that was simply unacceptable.
"W-w-w-what is your Gift?" demanded Niplik, leaning over Garion. He wished he had Stephens' ability to intimidate, or the Director's talent for conversation. But no, Niplik was a second rate geneticist.
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"Sonic resonance?" repeated the Director, arching his brows. "As in you can manipulate sound?"
That seemed a viable ability. After all, Miss Belova had manipulated emotions, and supposedly they had a telekinetic in the other room. Sonickinesis made perfect sense to the Director.
Though he wasn't quite ready to take Locke just on his word alone.
"I'd love to see a demonstration of that at some point," offered the Director, waving a hand. "But, back to matter at hand. If you cooperate, we're perfectly willing to simply let you leave. Of course, this is assuming you give us the information we want, it's actually useful, and perfectly accurate."
The smile returned. "We already have a sample of your blood. We're working on breaking down your DNA as we speak."
He turned, waving to a monitor nearby. "It's quite fascinating, seeing what makes you you."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 22, 2009 15:22:20 GMT -5
Garion laughed again, unsure what he was laughing at. He looked around the moving, swaying room. Colours bursted in odd places, and that made Garion happy. Garion seemed to be happy all the time, however. His eyebrows wrinkled as he tried to remember what the man was asking him.
"Weelll, I know I haaaaaave a Gift......... Maybe a birrrrrthday preeeesent! Maybe a anniversaryyyyyy." His face fell. "Buuut I'm not Maaaried! Who willll maaaarry meee? Will you maaaarry me?"
Garion laughed at his own joke.
"Thaaaaat's silly! You aren't a guuuurl. I'll tell yooou my SPECIAL gift!"
"It's... uh... it's..... maaaaaagic!" Garion smiled dreamily as Niplik's glasses floated jerkily off his face. "Tahdaaah! Maaaaagic!"
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 22, 2009 15:53:15 GMT -5
Breaking down his DNA, Locke didn't like that...but this would emulate the results he and the Inventor were theorizing about. Was this what it would come to? Having to analyze the very blood of the gifted to figure it out?
Locke seemed a bit disturbed that he had made this realization.
"What makes me is the same thing that makes you." Locke said to the director. "Deoxy Ribose Nucleic Acid, spread into 52 chromosomes created by a combination of my mother and father's DNA. If you are trying to dissect what gives some people powers, don't you think people on our side have been trying to decipher it for years? People who understand it far better then you do? If it's my appearance you care about then it's due to a higher concentration or Iron in the blood stream then a normal human, among other factors." Locke said.
That was a slight truth. He did have a slightly elevated Iron level in his blood stream, he knew that, but he also knew it was not the cause of his appearance.
Oh well, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
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