Part 18
into the abyss
Eberts is asleep now, Claire has given him some sedatives, though he asked for no drugs, she said it would be best for him. I noticed he wanted to argue with her, something in his mind is snapping, but he was able to control it this time.I have never been torturted so I do not know what the tortured dream. I have heard stories of nightmares of the torturees, maybe our little paper pusher will not have such dreams.There is a beast inside of him, that has been exposed by the torture, a beast I probably resemble on QSM. I don't know if we can substain the beast in Eberts though, me and Hobbes say it when he lunged for Hobbes after Hobbes had called him Charlie Brown, right after Eberts had asked not to be called names. The name calling, which Bobby does to everyone, most have gotten on Eberts nerves before, but what else have we done to him that he disagrees with. He isn't exactly the most talkative person, mainly because the official is always shutting him up, and mainly because we usually dont' talk to him that much. He has to be highly intelligant, we know so very little about him, and maybe we are talking to him a little more than before, sincethe clone thing, but we still don't know that much about him.
Claire has chased us out of the lab, she has asked us to let Eberts sleep. Hobbes and I leave reluctuntly, we want to be there if he opens his eyes. The reason is kind of bad, we want to see if he still is mad, but we also want to be there to be supportive. She thinks we should let him be, and she doesn't want us in their bothering us. She hinted about trying to look for a way to take the gland out, while she waited, and we decided to leave her alone with her work. Though it would be fun to bother her, we know our limitations.
We decide to wander the hallways.
"Hey, you want to go check out Eberts office?" Hobbes asks.
"And why would we do that?" I arch an eyebrow at him.
"Maybe we can find an address book. So, we can contact his friends, and his family, well the one's who don't know what happened." Hobbes says.
"That's a good idea, Alex did say she couldn't find many people listed."
"Where is Eberts office?" Hobbes asks.
That's a really good question, I hadn't thought of that before."I don't know, maybe the official will know."
"Umm..." Hobbes is about to reply when he sees Alex wandering the hall. "Hey, Alex, you know where Eberts's office is?"
She looks up at him, as if she had been daydreaming. "I know the general area, why don't we go over there and look."
She takes us to a part of the agency a turn in the corridor's away from the Official's office. Two brown doors sit side by side. "One is his office and one is the janitor's closet."
"Why would anyone want an office near a janitor's closet?" Hobbes and I both ask at the same time. We didn't plan that.
"I don't know." Alex says.
Hobbes opens one of the right door, and a broom and other various cleaning equipment clatters to the floor. Hobbes steps back just in time, before he gets hit by a large, silver bucket. "Wrong door." he mumbles, and we help him put all the things back neatly. When everything is back in place. We open the left door, and peer into Eberts small office.
(more to come)
into the abyss
Eberts is asleep now, Claire has given him some sedatives, though he asked for no drugs, she said it would be best for him. I noticed he wanted to argue with her, something in his mind is snapping, but he was able to control it this time.I have never been torturted so I do not know what the tortured dream. I have heard stories of nightmares of the torturees, maybe our little paper pusher will not have such dreams.There is a beast inside of him, that has been exposed by the torture, a beast I probably resemble on QSM. I don't know if we can substain the beast in Eberts though, me and Hobbes say it when he lunged for Hobbes after Hobbes had called him Charlie Brown, right after Eberts had asked not to be called names. The name calling, which Bobby does to everyone, most have gotten on Eberts nerves before, but what else have we done to him that he disagrees with. He isn't exactly the most talkative person, mainly because the official is always shutting him up, and mainly because we usually dont' talk to him that much. He has to be highly intelligant, we know so very little about him, and maybe we are talking to him a little more than before, sincethe clone thing, but we still don't know that much about him.
Claire has chased us out of the lab, she has asked us to let Eberts sleep. Hobbes and I leave reluctuntly, we want to be there if he opens his eyes. The reason is kind of bad, we want to see if he still is mad, but we also want to be there to be supportive. She thinks we should let him be, and she doesn't want us in their bothering us. She hinted about trying to look for a way to take the gland out, while she waited, and we decided to leave her alone with her work. Though it would be fun to bother her, we know our limitations.
We decide to wander the hallways.
"Hey, you want to go check out Eberts office?" Hobbes asks.
"And why would we do that?" I arch an eyebrow at him.
"Maybe we can find an address book. So, we can contact his friends, and his family, well the one's who don't know what happened." Hobbes says.
"That's a good idea, Alex did say she couldn't find many people listed."
"Where is Eberts office?" Hobbes asks.
That's a really good question, I hadn't thought of that before."I don't know, maybe the official will know."
"Umm..." Hobbes is about to reply when he sees Alex wandering the hall. "Hey, Alex, you know where Eberts's office is?"
She looks up at him, as if she had been daydreaming. "I know the general area, why don't we go over there and look."
She takes us to a part of the agency a turn in the corridor's away from the Official's office. Two brown doors sit side by side. "One is his office and one is the janitor's closet."
"Why would anyone want an office near a janitor's closet?" Hobbes and I both ask at the same time. We didn't plan that.
"I don't know." Alex says.
Hobbes opens one of the right door, and a broom and other various cleaning equipment clatters to the floor. Hobbes steps back just in time, before he gets hit by a large, silver bucket. "Wrong door." he mumbles, and we help him put all the things back neatly. When everything is back in place. We open the left door, and peer into Eberts small office.
(more to come)