Hehehehe. Another idea that popped into my head while lying in bed. Tell
me what you think. By the way, I don't own any of these people (what a
shame!), so please don't hurt me. Enjoy!
RR.
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It was 3am and he was exhausted. Darien had been on a stake-out watching a suspected drug factory in an abandoned warehouse. Suspicious characters go in and out of a suspicious building at suspicious times. The usual. When they had finally busted into the place it turned out to be a bunch of teenagers getting pissed. The fact that the whole night had been a waste of time only added to his exhaustion. He collapsed onto his bed face down. Seconds later he heard a noise and looked up just in time to see Arnaud and a bunch of guys wearing black storm into his apartment. One of them shot him with a tranq dart and he blacked out.
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Darien woke up in his worst nightmare. A padded room. In a straightjacket. He yelled to the one-way mirror.
"ARNAUD! Get me out of here you evil son-of-a-bitch!"
Arnaud's sickeningly sweet, heavily accented voice wafted through the speaker in the corner.
"Good morning Darien! How are we doing today?"
"How do you think?"
"Well I think you're doing rather well, considering."
"Considering what?"
"Well, considering the torture of course!"
"Oh, is this the part where you tell me about all the horrible stuff you're going to do to me and then say 'No Mr. Fawkes, I expect you to die! Muhahahahaha!!!' ?"
Arnaud chuckled.
"Oh no, you don't have to worry about what I will do. Worry about what I have done."
Darien felt a tendril of fear creep through him.
"What do you mean, have done?"
"Look for yourself, Fawkes. The mirror is right here."
Darien got to his feet; a hard task in a straightjacket, but one he has unfortunately gotten used to. He inched his way towards the mirror with his eyes on the floor, not wanting his eyes to confirm what his mind feared. He took a deep breath. and looked up. He screamed, filled with terror, horror, hatred, and a million other emotions that a man should never be forced to experience.
Staring at him was his reflection, exactly the same as usual, except for one crucial difference. He had no hair! It had been completely shaven off.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Darien sat up in his bed, his body completely covered in quicksilver and sweat. He ran into his bathroom and flipped on his light. There, looking back at him, was his hair. He ran his fingers through it and pulled it a couple of times just to be sure, then sagged to the floor in relief. He pulled his knees up to his chest and shivered as he heard the sound of his door breaking down. Darien looked up to see Hobbes burst through the door and look down at the huddled, whimpering form in panic.
"Partner! What's wrong, are you all right? I heard you scream!"
Darien suddenly found himself filled with grief and sympathy. He rose up off the floor calmly and placed his hands on Hobbes' bald head. He looked him in the eyes and spoke.
"I feel your pain."
Darien walked off, leaving Bobby wondering if Darien had gone genuinely mad this time.
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It was 3am and he was exhausted. Darien had been on a stake-out watching a suspected drug factory in an abandoned warehouse. Suspicious characters go in and out of a suspicious building at suspicious times. The usual. When they had finally busted into the place it turned out to be a bunch of teenagers getting pissed. The fact that the whole night had been a waste of time only added to his exhaustion. He collapsed onto his bed face down. Seconds later he heard a noise and looked up just in time to see Arnaud and a bunch of guys wearing black storm into his apartment. One of them shot him with a tranq dart and he blacked out.
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Darien woke up in his worst nightmare. A padded room. In a straightjacket. He yelled to the one-way mirror.
"ARNAUD! Get me out of here you evil son-of-a-bitch!"
Arnaud's sickeningly sweet, heavily accented voice wafted through the speaker in the corner.
"Good morning Darien! How are we doing today?"
"How do you think?"
"Well I think you're doing rather well, considering."
"Considering what?"
"Well, considering the torture of course!"
"Oh, is this the part where you tell me about all the horrible stuff you're going to do to me and then say 'No Mr. Fawkes, I expect you to die! Muhahahahaha!!!' ?"
Arnaud chuckled.
"Oh no, you don't have to worry about what I will do. Worry about what I have done."
Darien felt a tendril of fear creep through him.
"What do you mean, have done?"
"Look for yourself, Fawkes. The mirror is right here."
Darien got to his feet; a hard task in a straightjacket, but one he has unfortunately gotten used to. He inched his way towards the mirror with his eyes on the floor, not wanting his eyes to confirm what his mind feared. He took a deep breath. and looked up. He screamed, filled with terror, horror, hatred, and a million other emotions that a man should never be forced to experience.
Staring at him was his reflection, exactly the same as usual, except for one crucial difference. He had no hair! It had been completely shaven off.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Darien sat up in his bed, his body completely covered in quicksilver and sweat. He ran into his bathroom and flipped on his light. There, looking back at him, was his hair. He ran his fingers through it and pulled it a couple of times just to be sure, then sagged to the floor in relief. He pulled his knees up to his chest and shivered as he heard the sound of his door breaking down. Darien looked up to see Hobbes burst through the door and look down at the huddled, whimpering form in panic.
"Partner! What's wrong, are you all right? I heard you scream!"
Darien suddenly found himself filled with grief and sympathy. He rose up off the floor calmly and placed his hands on Hobbes' bald head. He looked him in the eyes and spoke.
"I feel your pain."
Darien walked off, leaving Bobby wondering if Darien had gone genuinely mad this time.