Eloi
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Eloi Chapter Forty Seven
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ProPhile: *glomp * Morgan:
story is done, just a day or three, before starting the next one.
“Now, you
know I’m not fond of disciplining you like this but I’m afraid it needs to be
done. Your shoddy work nearly cost me some men.”
the tense atmosphere of the room.
was careful not to touch the sparking end of the device, his heavily gloved
hands offering minimal protection should his grasp slip or he become otherwise
careless. “You’ve been here for such a
long time… I’m disappointed in your sudden lack of attention to detail.
pausing to apply the tip of the prod to bare skin.
trying not to react overtly. “Don’t get
me wrong, but I’m prone to believe that you did this just to throw a wrench in
the works, as the saying goes. Why ever
would you do that? Did you hold some
grand idea of helping those pitiful mutants?
Or better yet, those misshapen freaks from below the ground?”
sensitive flesh beneath the bound man’s arm, smiling faintly when the steely
resolve faded into a shriek of pain.
“This is only a taste, Forge. You
are no where near done with this discipline.”
He nodded carefully set the prod down, making sure it was turned off,
before returning his attention to Forge.
The man was tied spread-eagle to a
metal platform, tilted at an angle so that
not have to bend to look him in the eye.
kept him from expressing himself in anything more than guttural sounds, metal
cording holding his limbs apart, allowing his bare torso to be exposed to Essex’s
whims. Forge’s memory was hazy of late
but he knew he did not belong here, that his life before was something else
entirely. Some days, the memories were
clearer and he could almost name the faces that swam to the surface of his mind’s
eye, but most days, he only knew pain and degradation.
newest of the ‘masters’ telling him so.
He had only been in the doctor’s hands for a few weeks, handed off from
Magneto before. Forge found that he
missed the old man. He would say cruel
things to him, sometimes send an object flying at his head if he did something
incorrectly or displeasing, but he was no sadist.
with his eyes, watching as the man moved to the farthest edge of his vision,
picking up something from a shiny metal table.
The room itself smelled like a combination of a zoo and a hospital,
acrid antiseptic mingled with base, animal smells bespeaking fear and pain.
moved to stand directly in front of him, the hypodermic needle held as
delicately in his fingers as if it were a rose.
“Fortunately for you, you’re of use
to me. You may have mangled the
detonation mechanisms in the last batch of explosives but I won’t kill you or
even hurt you much. I need you too badly
for that.” With clinical precision, he
slid the hollow needle into Forge’s vein, just below his left elbow, and began
to slowly withdraw blood. “Did you know
I used to be a doctor? An honest to
goodness doctor. Not like I am now.
approve me. They don’t understand the
nature of my work, not even with the brouhaha over gene splicing, DNA
manipulation and cloning that’s all over the news and magazines these days.”
skin and staring at the blood in the plastic vial almost longingly.
work but I have been deemed…disreputable.”
He frowned then, deep creases marring his features and making him look
closer to his true age. “Idiots.
serpent in their midst… But not Xavier.
Not Magneto. I think, sometimes,
they are the only ones who truly understand what it means to have all this
knowledge, all this wisdom, and be ignored.”
He smiled suddenly, fixing Forge with a bright, frightening
expression. “No matter.
word as if it were venomous. “All I
needed was a little help from people with means…”
fitted with every modern medical convenience that could be harbored there, from
a portable x-ray machine to a centrifuge to equipment he could not have
imagined in his youth, things that were bizarre to him even in this era.
drawing his eyes back down to the platform.
“Mutants are no menace, no matter what those Friends of Humanity dolts
believe. Mutants are the future.
worker, the perfect… everything.” His
teeth showed in his smile, an animal gesture of aggression.
breath.
Forge closed his eyes and tried to
steady his breathing. He knew that he
was going to hyperventilate soon but he could not help himself.
this place. The hiss of the
electronically controlled door opening made him open his eyes.
come in but he did not have to. A young
girl, brown hair pulled into a high pony tail, stood before him, her face blank
and eyes dead.
“Ah, good. You brought the
solution. Thank you.”
side, taking a proffered vial of a milky green solution.
hard to produce.”
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you want about using rags and cloth gags, but a ball gag is the one way to shut
someone up. The jaw pain that results
from prolonged use plays a heavy part in that.