Okay people things start to get a little rough here. Just thought you'd want to know!
11
Max's stay in Manticore the second time round had instilled in her a healthy hatred of all things hospital like and this place was just one more nail in that coffin.
She had been dragged off the transport and into this place which seemed like it had doubled as Frankenstein's lab in an old movie.
In the centre of the room stood a metal table with restraints at the four corners and head brace and a combination that looked like a medieval straight jacket device in the middle. To one side was a console with hundreds of buttons and a speaker system. A huge TV covered one wall and a metal table with a cloth covered it stood next to the table. On the other side of the table was a metallic unit attached to the table by wires.
There was even a ridge all around the table to catch blood.
Classy.
She had been strapped down to the metal table which was so ice cold it had made her teeth chatter. She, of course, hadn't gone quietly; screaming and kicking and generally making a nuisance of herself.
But with their tasers and their numbers she really didn't have much choice which was why she found herself restrained by leather straps and a head brace that made moving impossible.
So far they hadn't done much to her, drawn out some blood and poked her a bit.
She hadn't even seen White since they had put her in the transport and it made her wonder if perhaps he was being a good boy and following orders for a change.
All that changed when he walked into the lab and dismissed the soldiers.
"Hello again 452."
"We have to stop meeting like this Ames, people are gonna talk."
"Where is my son 452?"
"Did you lose him?" she pretended sympathy.
She was rewarded when his jaw tightened.
"You know they have given you to me to do with as I see fit?"
"So you decided to strap me down?" she winked at him "Kinky."
He shuddered and walked around the table watching her.
"You really are beautiful 452, pity you're an animal."
"Gee you're making me blush." She rolled her eyes.
"Not many people know that a few moments after you die your eyes go flat and a grey film covers them. It's almost a pity to have those beautiful eyes go grey." He slapped her "Almost."
Max felt blood on her lip, her head still ringing from the slap.
"Well now we've managed to silence you I should get to the proper business. How many transgenics are in Terminal City?"
"More than enough to kick your ass." She retorted and he smiled pressing a button on small switchboard by the side of her. Max felt and electric current slam through her body, leaving her gasping.
"Smarts?" he asked with a smirk.
"Little tingle. Kinda pleasant." She fought to keep the rising panic and breathlessness out of her voice.
"How many transgenics in Terminal City?"
"Just me and your mother." She spat and he pressed the button again. She gritted her teeth against the shock that ripped through her and pushed down a scream.
"How are they getting into the city?"
"Magic Carpet."
He turned up the voltage to a setting that had her teeth aching and her left eye twitching.
"Who is the leader?"
"Ray." She grinned at the shocked look that crossed his face.
"Where is my son?"
"You lose him again Amesie?" he pushed the button with cold fury and she managed to hold back her screams as he let the electric shock run for longer leaving her in spasms.
"Where is my son?" he hissed and she motioned for him to come closer.
"Check behind the fridge?"
This time she couldn't hold back her gasp of pain.
A few miles away from the toxic dump known as Terminal City a lone beggar rifled through a trash can for anything salvageable for lunch or to sell. A long time ago, before the pulse they'd called him Joe. Sometimes he managed to find a gem which scored him a few days without a growling belly and a sober mind. Since all those transgenic mutants escaped pickings had been slim. But the closer to Terminal City, the less chance there was that the cops would be interested in hassling a beggar. They were all too worried about what went on behind that walled city and other homeless didn't want to get too close to the city in case they were nabbed by the trannies. Joe didn't care though. He pushed aside a bag of rancid rubbish and saw something in the bottom of the pail which could be some form of clothing. He chuckled with delight at the prospect of something else to stave off the cold.
As he dug for it he suddenly heard a moan and looked up quickly. It was coming from inside the toxic city. The moan turned into a roar and then edged into an animalistic howl that sent shivers right to Joe's soul. Someone somewhere was in pain; the kind of pain that breaks your heart and steals your breath away; the kind that you can't help but feel for. Anguish.
He heard running and glass breaking and a strangled "Joshua!" before the screams continued and a sob that came straight from the heart.
He heard a man call the name again and as the cries grew softer and more heartfelt Joe moved silently away from his prize and took off his hat holding it over his heart in a gesture of respect as the soft cries filled the air.
"I'm disappointed 452." Ames smirked "I was sure you could do better than that."
"Bite me." Max hissed as she felt her body shake with the force of that last burst of electricity through her body. "You think you're tough? you got nothing Ames."
He chuckled "You haven't seen what I have 452, I figured we'd start slow. See what it takes to break an animal."
"Max." she pushed through her clenched teeth
"Animals don't have names 452." He smiled an icy smile and dropped his hand from the machinery to Max's relief and he walked away.
"I'm tired we'll start again tomorrow."
"Aw and here I was just getting comfy." Max retorted.
"Well how about I leave a little something for you to watch?"
He walked over to the console on one side of the room and pushed a few levers.
The huge screen that filled one side of the wall in front of Max lit up with pictures.
A bomb, a crying child, soldiers, words- Mission, duty, expendable, and the pictures came faster and she couldn't close her eyes fast enough. She had been through this kind of indoctrination at Manticore in psy-ops and there was no way some two bit breeding cult was going to break her.
"Hmm perhaps it's not loud enough for you?" his amused tone gave her a second to brace herself as the room erupted in sound. It was so loud to her sensitive genetically enhanced hearing and she swore that she felt her eardrums start to bleed as the cacophony of sound belted out. It was just bangs and booms interspersed by standard mental warfare at supersonically loud frequency, she tried to tell herself as tears slipped down her face. Her eyes snapped open as she tried to distract herself from the subliminal messages in the recording but the only thing in front of her was the video. Bomb, child, mission, duty, sacrifice, animals, expendable, explosion, blood, beatings, carnage, war, mission.
"Night 452, tomorrow we'll start with knives."
Ames White shut the door leaving Max alone with the horror echoing all around her.
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cloudburst- Glad you like, i was enjoying bag 'em just last night. I think Ralph and Zero do go well together.
dokushoka79- Thanks pet, no Biggs and CeCe were never killed, i liked them way too much for that.
MirellaM- Max is tough but is she tough enough to get through Ames temper tantrum? Oohh!
Secretlybeautiful- Uh...can't really make them upbeat since Max is kinda in White's control but i will look into writing a fluffy piece just for you! Did you read "Impress me" by any chance?
ting- glad you kept reading! heres some more.
11
Max's stay in Manticore the second time round had instilled in her a healthy hatred of all things hospital like and this place was just one more nail in that coffin.
She had been dragged off the transport and into this place which seemed like it had doubled as Frankenstein's lab in an old movie.
In the centre of the room stood a metal table with restraints at the four corners and head brace and a combination that looked like a medieval straight jacket device in the middle. To one side was a console with hundreds of buttons and a speaker system. A huge TV covered one wall and a metal table with a cloth covered it stood next to the table. On the other side of the table was a metallic unit attached to the table by wires.
There was even a ridge all around the table to catch blood.
Classy.
She had been strapped down to the metal table which was so ice cold it had made her teeth chatter. She, of course, hadn't gone quietly; screaming and kicking and generally making a nuisance of herself.
But with their tasers and their numbers she really didn't have much choice which was why she found herself restrained by leather straps and a head brace that made moving impossible.
So far they hadn't done much to her, drawn out some blood and poked her a bit.
She hadn't even seen White since they had put her in the transport and it made her wonder if perhaps he was being a good boy and following orders for a change.
All that changed when he walked into the lab and dismissed the soldiers.
"Hello again 452."
"We have to stop meeting like this Ames, people are gonna talk."
"Where is my son 452?"
"Did you lose him?" she pretended sympathy.
She was rewarded when his jaw tightened.
"You know they have given you to me to do with as I see fit?"
"So you decided to strap me down?" she winked at him "Kinky."
He shuddered and walked around the table watching her.
"You really are beautiful 452, pity you're an animal."
"Gee you're making me blush." She rolled her eyes.
"Not many people know that a few moments after you die your eyes go flat and a grey film covers them. It's almost a pity to have those beautiful eyes go grey." He slapped her "Almost."
Max felt blood on her lip, her head still ringing from the slap.
"Well now we've managed to silence you I should get to the proper business. How many transgenics are in Terminal City?"
"More than enough to kick your ass." She retorted and he smiled pressing a button on small switchboard by the side of her. Max felt and electric current slam through her body, leaving her gasping.
"Smarts?" he asked with a smirk.
"Little tingle. Kinda pleasant." She fought to keep the rising panic and breathlessness out of her voice.
"How many transgenics in Terminal City?"
"Just me and your mother." She spat and he pressed the button again. She gritted her teeth against the shock that ripped through her and pushed down a scream.
"How are they getting into the city?"
"Magic Carpet."
He turned up the voltage to a setting that had her teeth aching and her left eye twitching.
"Who is the leader?"
"Ray." She grinned at the shocked look that crossed his face.
"Where is my son?"
"You lose him again Amesie?" he pushed the button with cold fury and she managed to hold back her screams as he let the electric shock run for longer leaving her in spasms.
"Where is my son?" he hissed and she motioned for him to come closer.
"Check behind the fridge?"
This time she couldn't hold back her gasp of pain.
A few miles away from the toxic dump known as Terminal City a lone beggar rifled through a trash can for anything salvageable for lunch or to sell. A long time ago, before the pulse they'd called him Joe. Sometimes he managed to find a gem which scored him a few days without a growling belly and a sober mind. Since all those transgenic mutants escaped pickings had been slim. But the closer to Terminal City, the less chance there was that the cops would be interested in hassling a beggar. They were all too worried about what went on behind that walled city and other homeless didn't want to get too close to the city in case they were nabbed by the trannies. Joe didn't care though. He pushed aside a bag of rancid rubbish and saw something in the bottom of the pail which could be some form of clothing. He chuckled with delight at the prospect of something else to stave off the cold.
As he dug for it he suddenly heard a moan and looked up quickly. It was coming from inside the toxic city. The moan turned into a roar and then edged into an animalistic howl that sent shivers right to Joe's soul. Someone somewhere was in pain; the kind of pain that breaks your heart and steals your breath away; the kind that you can't help but feel for. Anguish.
He heard running and glass breaking and a strangled "Joshua!" before the screams continued and a sob that came straight from the heart.
He heard a man call the name again and as the cries grew softer and more heartfelt Joe moved silently away from his prize and took off his hat holding it over his heart in a gesture of respect as the soft cries filled the air.
"I'm disappointed 452." Ames smirked "I was sure you could do better than that."
"Bite me." Max hissed as she felt her body shake with the force of that last burst of electricity through her body. "You think you're tough? you got nothing Ames."
He chuckled "You haven't seen what I have 452, I figured we'd start slow. See what it takes to break an animal."
"Max." she pushed through her clenched teeth
"Animals don't have names 452." He smiled an icy smile and dropped his hand from the machinery to Max's relief and he walked away.
"I'm tired we'll start again tomorrow."
"Aw and here I was just getting comfy." Max retorted.
"Well how about I leave a little something for you to watch?"
He walked over to the console on one side of the room and pushed a few levers.
The huge screen that filled one side of the wall in front of Max lit up with pictures.
A bomb, a crying child, soldiers, words- Mission, duty, expendable, and the pictures came faster and she couldn't close her eyes fast enough. She had been through this kind of indoctrination at Manticore in psy-ops and there was no way some two bit breeding cult was going to break her.
"Hmm perhaps it's not loud enough for you?" his amused tone gave her a second to brace herself as the room erupted in sound. It was so loud to her sensitive genetically enhanced hearing and she swore that she felt her eardrums start to bleed as the cacophony of sound belted out. It was just bangs and booms interspersed by standard mental warfare at supersonically loud frequency, she tried to tell herself as tears slipped down her face. Her eyes snapped open as she tried to distract herself from the subliminal messages in the recording but the only thing in front of her was the video. Bomb, child, mission, duty, sacrifice, animals, expendable, explosion, blood, beatings, carnage, war, mission.
"Night 452, tomorrow we'll start with knives."
Ames White shut the door leaving Max alone with the horror echoing all around her.
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cloudburst- Glad you like, i was enjoying bag 'em just last night. I think Ralph and Zero do go well together.
dokushoka79- Thanks pet, no Biggs and CeCe were never killed, i liked them way too much for that.
MirellaM- Max is tough but is she tough enough to get through Ames temper tantrum? Oohh!
Secretlybeautiful- Uh...can't really make them upbeat since Max is kinda in White's control but i will look into writing a fluffy piece just for you! Did you read "Impress me" by any chance?
ting- glad you kept reading! heres some more.