"Are you sure you want to go through with this? We could always get someone
expendable to take your place, Miyako." Marvin sounded concerned as he took
the moment to place his hand on her shoulder. Feeling it stiffen then
relax, he closed his mouth and waited in silence for her reply. Though he
could guess what the response was already. Stubborn woman.
Standing in the room hidden behind the mirror, Miyako could already hear Ken's shouts as he was dragged down the hall. She couldn't understand what he was screaming about, but with the state he was in, she probably didn't want to know. A hand suddenly clamped down on her shoulder, catching her by surprise. Letting out a sigh when she relaxed, the calm didn't last long, for the guards burst through the door, a 5'8" male within their grasp. His large dark violet gaze narrowed as it discovered the window, then swung around suspiciously to the set of tables and the wires hanging above them.
Curling his upper lip in a sneer of abhorrence, Ken Ichijouji was lifted above the four large men's heads and slammed down onto the first table. His head snapped back against the cold metal, dazing him for a few moments, enough for the men to hold down his arms and legs, rapidly locking his limbs to the table. Letting out snarls of outrage, Ken struggled against the straps, writhing across the table, forcing it to rock and shake in a wild dance. "You can't treat me like this!"
A small woman with black hair tied back in a ponytail advanced from the corner of the room, moving away from a small table carrying a few objects. Keeping her gaze smooth and emotionless, she lifted her right hand, a slim needle gripped between her fingers. The fine tip of the needle gleamed menacingly as it lowered and dug into the soft skin of Ken's elbow. The men swung around and held down his arm so he wouldn't tear the soft tissue of his veins by thrashing around while the needle was inside, injecting clear liquid into his bloodstream.
Miyako pressed a fingertip to the center of her lips, watching the entire scene before her. Controlling her emotions so her face wouldn't betray her when control was needed, she thought of other things to escape the harsh reality happening right now. Blinking a few times as Marvin tapped her lightly on the shoulder; she turned her head to him, looking curious. Lifting an eyebrow, she looked him over once before staring into his worried gaze. "Yes..?"
"You can always back out. Please consider it, I'm worried about you. You've been acting strangely ever since you heard about this latest subject." He said, jerking his head towards the window where it portrayed the image of Ken slowly growing docile, his attempts of resistance calming until he simply laid on the table. "I can call in somebody else. I don't want to lose you."
Miyako lifted her head and kept her stare on his face, listening and watching his actions. Shrugging, she turned her head away and looked through the bulletproof glass at Ken. Knowing she didn't want to venture inside his mind, she knew she had to, to save the boy that was once her friend.She hoped it wasn't too late already. By the looks of it, the task appeared hopeless, but so did becoming a psychological researcher. Looking o Marvin with determination in her eyes, she managed to mold a courageous smile from her full lips. "Suit me up, Marv."
Marvin sighed and slowly shook his head. "Miss Inoue, you are definitely one stubborn female." Rubbing his chin, he turned up his head to look past Miyako, nodding to one of the men behind her. The younger researcher turned and walked out of the small room, running off to grab a white shirt and pants. Turning his attention back to Miyako, Marvin just stared at her with his lips taut in a grave frown. "I'll be watching over you, and remember, they're only images. You will be among his dreams, and dreams can't hurt you.But they can give you nightmares beyond your imagination."
Miyako smiled and nodded her answer, glancing over to the window once more, seeing the four men already left the room and the only living being besides Ken was the small woman. She was standing over him, pulling down the machine that would connect them to each other, along with the small office behind the window so they could monitor the brain waves and physical manipulation-if anything hazardous were to occur, they would know about it.
The scientist returned with a folded pile of white cloth, holding it out to Miyako, offering a smile. Taking the clothing, Miyako nodded to him and looked up at Marvin, her eyes gleaming with masked strength, no sign of fear showed though inside she was trembling. Turning away from them, she strolled out of the small room and walked down the abandoned hallway. Nervously, she had trouble with the buttons on her lab coat as she stripped it off and tossed it on the floor of the woman's washroom. Taking off the rest of her clothing, she slipped into the soft, white uniform she was given. The chilly air inside the washroom rippled up a few Goosebumps as she gathered her warm clothing in her arms and walked out of the stall.
"..Here I come, Ken."
Standing in the room hidden behind the mirror, Miyako could already hear Ken's shouts as he was dragged down the hall. She couldn't understand what he was screaming about, but with the state he was in, she probably didn't want to know. A hand suddenly clamped down on her shoulder, catching her by surprise. Letting out a sigh when she relaxed, the calm didn't last long, for the guards burst through the door, a 5'8" male within their grasp. His large dark violet gaze narrowed as it discovered the window, then swung around suspiciously to the set of tables and the wires hanging above them.
Curling his upper lip in a sneer of abhorrence, Ken Ichijouji was lifted above the four large men's heads and slammed down onto the first table. His head snapped back against the cold metal, dazing him for a few moments, enough for the men to hold down his arms and legs, rapidly locking his limbs to the table. Letting out snarls of outrage, Ken struggled against the straps, writhing across the table, forcing it to rock and shake in a wild dance. "You can't treat me like this!"
A small woman with black hair tied back in a ponytail advanced from the corner of the room, moving away from a small table carrying a few objects. Keeping her gaze smooth and emotionless, she lifted her right hand, a slim needle gripped between her fingers. The fine tip of the needle gleamed menacingly as it lowered and dug into the soft skin of Ken's elbow. The men swung around and held down his arm so he wouldn't tear the soft tissue of his veins by thrashing around while the needle was inside, injecting clear liquid into his bloodstream.
Miyako pressed a fingertip to the center of her lips, watching the entire scene before her. Controlling her emotions so her face wouldn't betray her when control was needed, she thought of other things to escape the harsh reality happening right now. Blinking a few times as Marvin tapped her lightly on the shoulder; she turned her head to him, looking curious. Lifting an eyebrow, she looked him over once before staring into his worried gaze. "Yes..?"
"You can always back out. Please consider it, I'm worried about you. You've been acting strangely ever since you heard about this latest subject." He said, jerking his head towards the window where it portrayed the image of Ken slowly growing docile, his attempts of resistance calming until he simply laid on the table. "I can call in somebody else. I don't want to lose you."
Miyako lifted her head and kept her stare on his face, listening and watching his actions. Shrugging, she turned her head away and looked through the bulletproof glass at Ken. Knowing she didn't want to venture inside his mind, she knew she had to, to save the boy that was once her friend.She hoped it wasn't too late already. By the looks of it, the task appeared hopeless, but so did becoming a psychological researcher. Looking o Marvin with determination in her eyes, she managed to mold a courageous smile from her full lips. "Suit me up, Marv."
Marvin sighed and slowly shook his head. "Miss Inoue, you are definitely one stubborn female." Rubbing his chin, he turned up his head to look past Miyako, nodding to one of the men behind her. The younger researcher turned and walked out of the small room, running off to grab a white shirt and pants. Turning his attention back to Miyako, Marvin just stared at her with his lips taut in a grave frown. "I'll be watching over you, and remember, they're only images. You will be among his dreams, and dreams can't hurt you.But they can give you nightmares beyond your imagination."
Miyako smiled and nodded her answer, glancing over to the window once more, seeing the four men already left the room and the only living being besides Ken was the small woman. She was standing over him, pulling down the machine that would connect them to each other, along with the small office behind the window so they could monitor the brain waves and physical manipulation-if anything hazardous were to occur, they would know about it.
The scientist returned with a folded pile of white cloth, holding it out to Miyako, offering a smile. Taking the clothing, Miyako nodded to him and looked up at Marvin, her eyes gleaming with masked strength, no sign of fear showed though inside she was trembling. Turning away from them, she strolled out of the small room and walked down the abandoned hallway. Nervously, she had trouble with the buttons on her lab coat as she stripped it off and tossed it on the floor of the woman's washroom. Taking off the rest of her clothing, she slipped into the soft, white uniform she was given. The chilly air inside the washroom rippled up a few Goosebumps as she gathered her warm clothing in her arms and walked out of the stall.
"..Here I come, Ken."