#1: Did it hurt when he stabbed you with a needle?
TS: ::nods::
#1:... fair enough
TS: ... ::slaps #1::
#1: ::rubs cheek:: ::mutters:: psycho cow
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Triple Six opened her eyes. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind there were disturbing images but there was something much stronger that was repressing them. It was almost like a blackness that swamped her entire mind. She could vaguely see the outline of a small boy with no hair so to speak, his face shining happily... there were flowers... a mixture of colours in a rainbow.
"Ah. B29. Awake already, I see." A cold male voice cut through the darkness. It was strangely welcoming to her. The words came from her mouth involuntarily.
"Yes, sir. I am awake, sir."
"Good. It looks like I might possibly have a success on my hands. Excellent." The voice reminded the Irish girl a little of a deadpan boy she had once known... his name evaded him, though she knew he had a number... but no. The voice that addressed her now was much too developed and mature to belong to any kid.
To her horror her limbs began to move of their own accord. A panic took over her and she attempted to fight herself, exerting all of her self control to still the movements that were not her own. It was no use.
"Dear me, B29." The male voice chuckled, but it was not a welcoming sound. "You should realise by now that you cannot fight it. It is useless. You are mine. A slave in your own body."
-No... What have you done to me?-
The man laughed again and moved into the light so that Triple Six could see him. He could not have been over 30. His flaxen hair was brushed casually out of his eyes, which glinted maliciously at her. At the moment in time his thin mouth was twisted into a smirk that made the Irish agent nervous.
"Foolish girl!" He sneered. Triple Six almost gasped reflexively but her body did not respond. It was like he said, she had no control anymore. A sudden suspicion took her over
-You can read my mind?- She thought clearly. Again she heard his cold laugh, though this time he had not moved his lips. He was in her head.
-Stupid girl! I am controlling your mind! I know all of the thoughts that are running through, I know all of your childish naivety. Of all my past experiments, you are the first success. And your reaction has been most amusing to watch, however...-
The man smirked again and continued in speech.
"However, your conscious self seems too aware. I will need to possibly sedate you to keep you from trying to regain control. It might be dangerous for me if you do at one point succeed. After all, I have big plans for you."
He bowed to her and retrieved a syringe from the desk.
"This is a modification of the fluids I previously injected you with." He informed her. "It is a special formula, one developed by myself. It has enhanced your mental abilities as well as your physical stamina. It has also enabled me to create a parody of you, completely subservient to me, of course. It is that which suppresses you as we speak."
He paused for a moment to let his statement sink into the unfortunate girl. Then, without warning, he plunged the syringe into her arm, just above the elbow.
It hurt a lot. The Irish girl screamed in her head, and would have screamed aloud had it not been for the restricting copy of herself that was inhabiting the same body.
The fiery ache reduced into a dull throbbing and she felt inexorably calm. Some part of her, deep down inside was surprised at the speed at which the sedation acted but then, she thought sleepily, it was probably something else developed by her cruel but mentally unequalled captor.
There was a subdued, unbelieving silence in the treehouse. None of the kids there dared speak to each other. Even Numbuh Ten was immobilised with shock.
It seemed liked hours ago that a sobbing Numbuh Eight had padded softly through from Numbuh Six's bedroom to tell her friends that the Jamaican boy had passed away.
The first knife thrust to the chest had proved fatal. It had been on everyone's mind, yet no one had believed it could actually happen.
After the mugging in the street, Numbuh Six had lost consciousness. He had come round about half an hour later to find Triple Six had been taken away and the street deserted. He had somehow managed to stagger back to the treehouse to make his report, but had lapsed into a coma soon after from blood loss.
Numbuh Eight had laid him to rest in his bed and attempted to contact Simeon, the Global KND Healer. Simeon had not been at Moonbase, and poor Numbuh Six had just drifted slowly away. Numbuh Eight knew that it was happening and had tried to stop it, but her knowledge of first aid was limited and the only thing she could do was try and stop the bleeding, but it was no use. She could not bring herself to tell the others until he actually passed on.
Everyone was in a state of shock. Though the Kids minus Numbuhs Eight and Ten had only known Numbuh Six for a short time, they had all become very close, especially he with Numbuh Three. They were both bright and bubbly, and severely optimistic in their ways. Numbuh Three had locked herself in her room and was silently refusing to venture out.
A movement from Numbuh One caused his silent friends to look up. They watched him as he stood respectfully outside Numbuh Six's closed door to impart his last words to the operative.
"Numbuh Six," He said quietly. "It shouldn't have been you. Do not worry, though. I shall make sure that they pay."
The usually taciturn Numbuh Five rose, looking at her leader accusingly. The tear tracks were still engraved on her cheeks.
"That wasn't a farewell to Numbuh Six!" She began heatedly. "It was a promise for revenge! How many more must die before you're satisfied?"
But when Numbuh One replied it was with a resigned and quiet conviction that tugged at her very being.
"They are taking away everything we love, Numbuh Five. First Numbuhs Nine and Seven... then Triple Six..." He swallowed painfully. "And now Numbuh Six... who will it be next? I'm not going to wait and see... I'm going to go to them... we have the address... and I'm going to make them pay for what they've done to us... they're tearing us apart, causing us to argue among ourselves... they have to be stopped... and I can't do it alone..."
Numbuh Eight spoke for the first time since she had delivered the message about Numbuh Six. Her voice was quiet and choked.
"He's right. It's not... they can't..." she swallowed and started her sentence again. "I wouldn't be doing my duty as an agent. It's my responsibility as your superior to protect you all. I failed Numbuh Six, but I won't fail the rest of you."
Numbuhs Two and Four agreed, walking over to stand by Numbuh One. Numbuh Ten glared at them, a slight sneer twisting his mouth even in the circumstances. Numbuh One looked away from him. He knew that Numbuh Ten would help them, no matter how much he scorned them.
Numbuh Five, however, looked torn. She chewed anxiously on her bottom lip as though there was some sort of battle between her two consciences. Finally, after this moment's hesitation, she walked over and joined the small group by the door.
"What about Numbuh Three?" She asked softly. Numbuh Four smiled sadly.
"She'll come. She'll want her revenge for Numbuh Six. They were getting quite close." He kept his voice free of jealousy in respect for the departed operative.
Numbuh Ten got the map out again.
"The lab's right here."
He marked the place with an 'x'. Numbuh Four was "volunteered" to go and fetch Numbuh Three and after the luckless boy had set off, Numbuh One began outlining his scheme.
Revenge is sweet.
TS: ::nods::
#1:... fair enough
TS: ... ::slaps #1::
#1: ::rubs cheek:: ::mutters:: psycho cow
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Triple Six opened her eyes. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind there were disturbing images but there was something much stronger that was repressing them. It was almost like a blackness that swamped her entire mind. She could vaguely see the outline of a small boy with no hair so to speak, his face shining happily... there were flowers... a mixture of colours in a rainbow.
"Ah. B29. Awake already, I see." A cold male voice cut through the darkness. It was strangely welcoming to her. The words came from her mouth involuntarily.
"Yes, sir. I am awake, sir."
"Good. It looks like I might possibly have a success on my hands. Excellent." The voice reminded the Irish girl a little of a deadpan boy she had once known... his name evaded him, though she knew he had a number... but no. The voice that addressed her now was much too developed and mature to belong to any kid.
To her horror her limbs began to move of their own accord. A panic took over her and she attempted to fight herself, exerting all of her self control to still the movements that were not her own. It was no use.
"Dear me, B29." The male voice chuckled, but it was not a welcoming sound. "You should realise by now that you cannot fight it. It is useless. You are mine. A slave in your own body."
-No... What have you done to me?-
The man laughed again and moved into the light so that Triple Six could see him. He could not have been over 30. His flaxen hair was brushed casually out of his eyes, which glinted maliciously at her. At the moment in time his thin mouth was twisted into a smirk that made the Irish agent nervous.
"Foolish girl!" He sneered. Triple Six almost gasped reflexively but her body did not respond. It was like he said, she had no control anymore. A sudden suspicion took her over
-You can read my mind?- She thought clearly. Again she heard his cold laugh, though this time he had not moved his lips. He was in her head.
-Stupid girl! I am controlling your mind! I know all of the thoughts that are running through, I know all of your childish naivety. Of all my past experiments, you are the first success. And your reaction has been most amusing to watch, however...-
The man smirked again and continued in speech.
"However, your conscious self seems too aware. I will need to possibly sedate you to keep you from trying to regain control. It might be dangerous for me if you do at one point succeed. After all, I have big plans for you."
He bowed to her and retrieved a syringe from the desk.
"This is a modification of the fluids I previously injected you with." He informed her. "It is a special formula, one developed by myself. It has enhanced your mental abilities as well as your physical stamina. It has also enabled me to create a parody of you, completely subservient to me, of course. It is that which suppresses you as we speak."
He paused for a moment to let his statement sink into the unfortunate girl. Then, without warning, he plunged the syringe into her arm, just above the elbow.
It hurt a lot. The Irish girl screamed in her head, and would have screamed aloud had it not been for the restricting copy of herself that was inhabiting the same body.
The fiery ache reduced into a dull throbbing and she felt inexorably calm. Some part of her, deep down inside was surprised at the speed at which the sedation acted but then, she thought sleepily, it was probably something else developed by her cruel but mentally unequalled captor.
There was a subdued, unbelieving silence in the treehouse. None of the kids there dared speak to each other. Even Numbuh Ten was immobilised with shock.
It seemed liked hours ago that a sobbing Numbuh Eight had padded softly through from Numbuh Six's bedroom to tell her friends that the Jamaican boy had passed away.
The first knife thrust to the chest had proved fatal. It had been on everyone's mind, yet no one had believed it could actually happen.
After the mugging in the street, Numbuh Six had lost consciousness. He had come round about half an hour later to find Triple Six had been taken away and the street deserted. He had somehow managed to stagger back to the treehouse to make his report, but had lapsed into a coma soon after from blood loss.
Numbuh Eight had laid him to rest in his bed and attempted to contact Simeon, the Global KND Healer. Simeon had not been at Moonbase, and poor Numbuh Six had just drifted slowly away. Numbuh Eight knew that it was happening and had tried to stop it, but her knowledge of first aid was limited and the only thing she could do was try and stop the bleeding, but it was no use. She could not bring herself to tell the others until he actually passed on.
Everyone was in a state of shock. Though the Kids minus Numbuhs Eight and Ten had only known Numbuh Six for a short time, they had all become very close, especially he with Numbuh Three. They were both bright and bubbly, and severely optimistic in their ways. Numbuh Three had locked herself in her room and was silently refusing to venture out.
A movement from Numbuh One caused his silent friends to look up. They watched him as he stood respectfully outside Numbuh Six's closed door to impart his last words to the operative.
"Numbuh Six," He said quietly. "It shouldn't have been you. Do not worry, though. I shall make sure that they pay."
The usually taciturn Numbuh Five rose, looking at her leader accusingly. The tear tracks were still engraved on her cheeks.
"That wasn't a farewell to Numbuh Six!" She began heatedly. "It was a promise for revenge! How many more must die before you're satisfied?"
But when Numbuh One replied it was with a resigned and quiet conviction that tugged at her very being.
"They are taking away everything we love, Numbuh Five. First Numbuhs Nine and Seven... then Triple Six..." He swallowed painfully. "And now Numbuh Six... who will it be next? I'm not going to wait and see... I'm going to go to them... we have the address... and I'm going to make them pay for what they've done to us... they're tearing us apart, causing us to argue among ourselves... they have to be stopped... and I can't do it alone..."
Numbuh Eight spoke for the first time since she had delivered the message about Numbuh Six. Her voice was quiet and choked.
"He's right. It's not... they can't..." she swallowed and started her sentence again. "I wouldn't be doing my duty as an agent. It's my responsibility as your superior to protect you all. I failed Numbuh Six, but I won't fail the rest of you."
Numbuhs Two and Four agreed, walking over to stand by Numbuh One. Numbuh Ten glared at them, a slight sneer twisting his mouth even in the circumstances. Numbuh One looked away from him. He knew that Numbuh Ten would help them, no matter how much he scorned them.
Numbuh Five, however, looked torn. She chewed anxiously on her bottom lip as though there was some sort of battle between her two consciences. Finally, after this moment's hesitation, she walked over and joined the small group by the door.
"What about Numbuh Three?" She asked softly. Numbuh Four smiled sadly.
"She'll come. She'll want her revenge for Numbuh Six. They were getting quite close." He kept his voice free of jealousy in respect for the departed operative.
Numbuh Ten got the map out again.
"The lab's right here."
He marked the place with an 'x'. Numbuh Four was "volunteered" to go and fetch Numbuh Three and after the luckless boy had set off, Numbuh One began outlining his scheme.
Revenge is sweet.