Losing control
Prologue to 'Means to an End :a KR Original AU'.
By Gumnut
Author's note: This is a plotline derived from some KR roleplaying I played in several years ago. I thought it was worth working into a decent story. It should be noted that I'm a very slow writer at the moment due to RL, but I hope you enjoy what I can come up with.
Wakey wake, Knight. Open your eyes and greet the new day.
His mind was fuzzy and it took him a few moments to remember where and what had happened.
"Mr Knight?"
Huh?
Answer him, Knight, you know you want too.
It was dark, but he soon realised it was only because he hadn't opened his eyes.
It only took him a moment longer to realise he couldn't open his eyes.
Answer him, Knight.
Answer him? What?
"Michael?"
Devon. That was Devon.
His eyes opened of their own accord and the light blinded him for a moment. He tried to flinch and close them again, but it seemed they were no longer his own.
Then his mouth opened. "Hello, Devon."
Hell, what?
What? Forgotten me already?
Michael spun in his own head, turning to find his opponent staring him down. Faceless, little more than a voice and a key to his fears, the presence mocked him.
I think the ball game is won, Knight. There was a surge of something and he felt and heard his lips answer the next question asked of him. "I feel….better." His brow frowned.
You bastard.
It was meant to be gone. The doctors had promised it would be gone. You thought it would be that easy? You're more of a fool than I thought you were. I have won, Knight. I will have you and your electronic friend before the end of the week and there isn't a thing you can do about it.
He snarled, his force of personality rearing up with him. I have defeated you before, I will do it again.
Cocky aren't we? You have no idea who you are dealing with, Knight.
Neither do you. He slammed into it, as he had time and time before, fighting for the right to his own body.
Except this time, it was like running into a brick wall.
And it hurt.
A lot.
It laughed. You've lost the fight, Knight. Give it up. I've won.
He shook it off and gathered himself again.
It continued to laugh. Need some convincing? I can turn on your pain receptors again. Operation is still nice and fresh, juicy and the like. There was a flicker of something and the back of his neck blossomed into throbbing pain, heat…a gadget….the gadget, it was supposed to stop the Voices. Stop the pain.
Remember, it's not what you know, it's who you know.
He flung himself at it again. Die, you bastard.
You first.
This time he was literally thrown away. He stumbled and fell, crying out in pain.
"Michael?"
Kitt?
Devon was holding his comlink. "Yeah, buddy?"
"It's good to hear you're feeling better."
"We'll be out on the road in no time. You just watch."
See? I've won. Give up.
Michael stared up at his adversary, terrified, but falling back on his core. If the fight was won, you wouldn't be asking me to give up.
It was the other's turn to snarl. Pain sparked from all around and Michael screamed.
"Mr Knight, are you feeling alright?" The doctor sounded a little alarmed. He was eyeing the cardiogram.
The pain vanished and Michael whimpered.
"I feel great, Doc. When can I get outta here?"
"Michael!" Stereo from Devon and the comlink he was holding.
His body raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I get the message." Followed by a trademark Michael Knight grin.
You don't have power over everything.
But I have enough. I have you and I will have the car. I will have what I want and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. You are no longer in control, Knight. Not even of yourself.
You're mine.
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