Playground 2: Swings and Roundabouts
(As with the first Playground story, here is an advanced warning to all readers that there will be numerous scenes featuring intense violence, blood and gore as well as horror, and to expect frequent use of bad language including the f word and infrequent use of the c word. If none of these issues concern you in any way, read on and enjoy -Codename Deus-)
All Hope is Gone:
Playground:
-an area used for outdoor play or recreation, especially by children, and often containing recreational equipment such as slides and swings.
Swings and Roundabouts:
-to describe a situation in which there are as many advantages as there are disadvantages.
The room was cold, dark and featureless. The lack of a window on any of the walls did little to turn the tide of isolation while a single, pathetic light bulb hung from its lighting fixture welded to the ceiling. It barely illuminated anything at all with its suffering beam.
Bricks in various states of disrepair were strewn across the dusty floor along with other assortments of unidentifiable rubble, not a piece of ground one would choose to walk on given choice.
However, an old nearby rustic steel door opened with a painful squawk. In stepped two Machamp Super Soldiers, each wielding iron pipes in their large, armour covered paws.
The sound of breathing could easily be heard filtering through their visor clad helmets and white body armour, giving out a Darth Vader-esque quality about them.
They wandered towards the centre of the room, minding the gathering of rubble as they went. With their eyes trained on the ground for the moment, they came across a pool of fresh crimson blood. It was still fed by further drops directly from a source suspended off of the ground.
Looking up, they noticed with gleeful smiles a hooded figure bounded with chains around his wrists and shins to a pair of support columns. He was clearly unconscious, with blood dripping from his head, mouth and bullet holes in his torso. His tail appeared squirrel like. It was long with three 'spikes' while his tail and ears were coloured a shade of crimson with unique swirling patterns upon them.
One Machamp Super Soldier stepped forwards, harshly prodding the figure clad in a black hooded coat with his iron pipe. With a stirred groan and a grunt, the hooded figure, known to the world as The Prototype or Codename Deus, awakened. His ice blue eyes slowly surveyed the archaic room, his breaths drawn and heavy. Every breath taken hurt his rib cage and he pulled on the chains. Usually, his strength would have been too much for the binding, but due to his somewhat weakened state he could barely muster the energy to move at all. He coughed violently from his injuries that also caused him to spit up more blood as a result. His eyes then came across the pair of Super Soldiers before him at last, looking upon each of them in turn.
The look in his eyes quickly turned to hate as the Super Soldiers ushered in a comrade, the newly installed Blackwatch commander Brett Cole. He immediately stared piercingly at The Prototype through his black mask and glowing blue visors.
"So...Codename Deus, is it? Welcome to your interrogation..." Cole began. A cocky smirk played up on his fresh young face behind his mask and helmet. The male Pachirisu ignored him, save for a few barely manageable grunts.
The Blackwatch commander rather predictably pressed forwards and mercilessly slapped the butt of his Assault Rifle forcefully into The Prototype's wounded stomach, causing him further discomfort. He wheezed in pain as blood spilled from his mouth with some splashing against Cole's military armour.
"If you refuse to cooperate, I'm afraid we will have to take extreme measures against that twisted fucking body of yours. I assure you, the turn of events will not be pleasant." Cole explained rather cruelly, the smirk extending on his face as his words filtered through his mask.
The Prototype however shook his head and stubbornly refused to comply, going so far as to look away at one of the bland walls.
"OK if that's the way you wish to fucking play it, Deus I guess I have no other options." Cole remarked frankly. He then proceeded to smash the butt of his gun against the male Pachirisu's crotch and private areas, causing him to yelp in pain.
"I don't expect to see you ejaculate upon being...fondled in such a way, but I expect you to spill answers, and I want answers right fucking now!" The Blackwatch commander demanded crudely, his masked face sticking to The Prototype's own in an attempt to intimidate.
"You have more chance of licking my ass, you prick..." The male Pachirisu spoke out barely, displaying that the pain and intimidation was rendered for nothing.
Brett Cole was having none of it however and once again made use of the butt of his gun. He slammed it against the restrained Pachirisu across his face. The Prototype's mouth spewed yet more blood as his head rocked to the side with Cole watching on with satisfaction.
"Now you will tell me who you are affiliated with and you will tell me the identity of that other Pachirisu you seem to hang around with. If you want to keep these silly little games going I will be happy to keep humouring you, brah." The feisty Blackwatch commander again ordered expectantly. His expectations continued to shatter like feeble glass however as the male Pachirisu remained adamant in his refusal to cooperate. At that point he even refused to look Cole in the eye.
Brett refused to simply give up and struck The Prototype in the stomach with his fist, making the Pachirisu grimace in response and cough violently again.
"Now are you willing to talk to your good friends and Blackwatch and I, brah?" Cole inquired forcefully without sympathy, taunting the male Pachirisu with his general tone of voice. The Prototype suddenly glared up at him rather cruelly, finally ending his coughing fit and weakly pulling on the chains that bound him.
"I'm telling you cunts nothing...and if you say brah one more time I will break your fucking face!" He roared shortly after and suddenly began coughing again after straining his voice. He spat out more blood as his raised voice pained his wounded chest. Cole chuckled at The Prototype's threat before becoming more serious again.
"This fucking little cocksucker isn't gonna spill any information we want..." Cole uttered out of frustration and then gestured by hand to the pair of Super Soldiers to knock the hooded Pachirisu back into unconsciousness again.
As the Super Soldiers stood beside him, Brett took the opportunity to move his masked face within mere inches of The Prototype's own.
"You may think you're invincible wherever you go...but you're just a fucking asshole. We're always watching you...anywhere you go..." The commander remarked threateningly. Then he stepped back and trudged out of the room, cursing as he went.
The Super Soldiers watched him leave before turning their attention back to the wounded and bound Pachirisu, both shaking their heads at him. The Prototype glared blankly at the both of them as if to expect the inevitable.
He predicted correctly as the full force of an iron pipe slammed into the side of his face. It caused his head to rock violently to the side with blood spewing from his mouth, down his chin and across his unaffected cheek. The disconcerting sound of the resulting blood drops could be heard thudding against the floor while the male Pachirisu struggled for a fresh breath.
He realised his jaw may have been broken from the forceful blow although before he could find out, a brutal blow to his stomach further winded him. It reassigned him his unconsciousness as he rocked back with a pull on the chains. His eyes drooped and shuttered with his head lazily flopping forwards.
Re-entering unconsciousness, a flashback hit him as his own voice seemed to play in his mind.
"I...I remember vividly the moment when GENTEK hired me. There I was, sat at a conference table across from two high ranking, uniformed Blackwatch Soldiers. A rather thin but smartly dressed blonde man sat between them. I assumed he was the CEO of GENTEK and alongside him sat a female Zoroark. If my mind serves me correctly she said her name was Nadia Velazquez. What purpose she served remains a mystery to me, but I assume her role was important.
They had all somehow discovered that I had taken a particular interest in the way the human body works from a young age, not to mention Pokémon as well. They had also caught wind that I had become somewhat of a nerd in my loneliness. I quickly became vastly knowledgeable in the fields of biology and medicine despite only being eleven years of age at the time. A lot of reading in your field of interest can help with that. They wanted me for that knowledge and for me to become just one piece of a team of expert scientists. This was for a top secret project they were planning. It was a never before attempted project. It was a project they dubbed Blacklight.
At the time I knew nothing of the project and the employers before me neglected to reveal even a single snippet of information. However, being assured that my knowledge would be put to good use, I accepted the proposition. At the time I remember gazing around the well furnished, modern room, but could clearly smell the stench of science laboratories. This only served to compel me further. Blacklight was well and truly underway as a project and I could not wait to begin..."