a Dragonball Z fanfiction by Rivka Aes Sedai, Green Ajah (LadyRivka)
A/N: Thank you to Sakura no Tenshii for reviewing this. One chapter, and it's good! (yr review, that is). -Rivka
Miki was rolling her wheelchair about, not trying to go in any specific direction. Kuririn was following her, steadfastly, trying to protect her from danger, especially in the state she was now in.
Thoughts plagued him. What if Gero was sick enough to rape the poor girl, especially when there was no way in Hell she could even attempt to escape him? What if she ended up being a prisoner in her own mind, her sanctuary, as she had called it earlier?
Miki stared up at him, her blue eyes glistening.
"What's your name? I never bothered to learn your name, sir…"
"Kuririn," said the ex-monk, surprised that she didn't know him.
"Odd, that name sounds familiar to me, but I never had a face to go with it."
"Really?" Kuririn scratched his head.
"Yes. Maybe I don't remember everything…"
"How so?"
"Some of the memories belong to the Dark Lady when she moved in here. I have yet to access them."
"Hmmm, interesting." Kuririn posed like a certain Rodin statue.
While her traveling companion was lost in thought, Miki rolled her chair forward ever-so-slightly about the warehouse corridor…
And the wheels stopped, as if by a force yet to be understood by the human mind.
And Miki bent over and yelped in pain…underneath the braces, her legs began to spasm and it felt like her bones were being broken and her spine was snapping again…
The yelp turned into a scream, a terrifying scream, as the pain engulfed the poor girl.
Kuririn ran toward her, to see if he could help in any way.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"D-does it…look…like…I'm all right?"
"Jeez, no need to get snappy."
"I-I'm in…a lot…of…painnn…" Her teeth gritted as she spoke.
A male voice sounded above them, devoid of emotion.
Dr. Gero.
"Miki, it is only proper that you remember this. Old wounds will never heal, I will make sure of that. I need you to feel the pain you went through in the car accident when you were but an eleven-year-old girl. You lost your mother then…Do you remember?"
"H-How do you…know…you sick…bastard?"
"I have my ways. The Dark Lady is my informant of sorts…"
"S-stop this!" Miki spit.
"No, I will not. The more pain you are in, the more I enjoy this little game. Surrender to me or else! Become my dark lady, become your mirror image. Or else she will kill you."
Kuririn could take no more. "I'm going to find you, you sadist jackass! Miki doesn't deserve this! She doesn't!!"
"Oh, such pity. I do not have pity for the girl or her brother. That's why humankind is so god-damn pathetic. Feelings. They weaken you," Gero hissed.
Kuririn knew what he was speaking of. Ideally, jinzoo-ningen were not to have feelings, just programming. To serve their creators unflinchingly, be they android or cyborg types.
And he saw Miki, the human side of #18, fighting a losing battle, just because she would not give up her ability to feel…
Kuririn screamed. "STOP IT, DR. GERO!!"
To which came the reply:
"If you want me to cease, weakling, you have to find me in this jumbled labyrinth…"
"Y-yes," stuttered Kuririn.
He pushed Miki, still in extreme pain, out of the alcove and into the main part of the warehouse.
END CHAPTER 5
Chapter 6: More sadistic Gero stuff…and maybe some more with Dark Lady.
