Lost in the prescription
she's got something else in mind
Check into the Hotel Bella Muerte

When Kraken finally came to what he saw made him want to close his eyes again. Wires were strapped to the ceiling which connected with rather sinister-looking generators. Several computer screens were on, giving the only light in the entire room. While his surroundings were dismal there was something that made him more uneasy then all of these put together. He couldn't move.

Looking around he could see that his limbs were held in place by several leather straps. Kraken could even feel one digging into the flesh of his forehead and there was something that made his head feel twice as heavy as usual. He tried to move his hand slightly but the straps had absolutely no give. The cold metal of the table in question made his back hurt.

Out of the corner of his eye he could actually see that some bastard had taken his knife away. Well he'd find a way out of this somehow or another. He always had before. Sudden footsteps alerted him to another's presence. Seeing how he hadn't been gagged he snarled;

"Just who the hell are you?"

An insane giggle cut through the darkness.

"Oh, it hurts me that you don't remember Kraken," the shadow said, "Of course you were younger then. You've got a new outfit too. I like it but I do have one suggestion. Considering the fact that you're missing an eye you should get an eye-patch. Oh, and did you pick the pirate theme or did Daddy do it for you?"

"Stop dicking around."

"Fine," the figure stepped casually into the dim lights that partially illuminated the room.

Normally the appearance of a goon that he'd shut away wouldn't cause him to check even in his current position. But this was something else entirely. A helmet obscured his captor's face. His eyes were the only visible flesh on him. All of his other appendages were covered with a thick suit that seemed fit for someone who worked at a radiation plant. The gloves he wore only enhanced this look. One thing did make him different from someone who worked at a plant. It was the mechanical object that crisscrossed over his chest ending in a circle.

Kraken wanted to swear his entire vocabulary. But he knew that the best thing to do was just say nothing. Even so he couldn't keep his jaw from tightening as his teeth clenched.

"So you do remember," Dr. Terminal said as he saw his reaction, "That does make me happy. I'd rather have gotten your ape of a brother or your lying bitch of a sister but this is good too."

Something clicked into his mind.

"Space hadn't gotten the transplant yet when you were locked away," Kraken said warily.

"I wondered when you were going to figure that out," said Terminal casually, "You might've noticed the computer monitors? While you took a nice little nap I attached a rather ingenious little devise to your head. Then I sluiced your brain for recent information. A good deal of it was boring. You should do something with your life; perhaps take interpretive dance like your brother.

There was some useful information though. Rumor's lost her voice for one. I now know what happened to .05. And that was .07's power? I always did wonder what was up with her. She might actually come in handy if I can get her crazy enough again. That would be really fun."

"Stay the fuck away from her," Kraken growled.

"Ah yes," Dr. Terminal said as he took what Kraken recognized as his own knife from the counter. He tapped his chin thoughtfully with it before saying, "That was one of the parts I skipped past. Most of it anyways. Once again, interesting. Not particularly useful though."

He turned back to Kraken and smiled evilly.

"Now you're going to ask me what my plan is, aren't you?"

"Not reall-"

"If you insist," sighed Dr. Terminal as he put a gag over Kraken's mouth.

Kraken tried to move away from it but his head was locked in place. Once Dr Terminal was done he said;

"After you Umbrella brats got me your father locked me away here. Then I started going slightly insane. Unbelievable, isn't it? But that's what the Hotel does. It messes with your mind and creates nightmares in the physical form. Rather clever actually. Instead of physical torture it's mental torture. You do know that's where you are, right?"

Once again Kraken's jaw clenched.

"So you do," Dr. Terminal said, delighted, "Then you also know that once you get in you can't ever leave? Roaches check in, but they don't check out."

Dr. Terminal cackled at his own joke.

"Now then, where was I? Oh, the insanity," he said as he waved the scalpel in a haphazard manner, "Then I realized the utter potential this place has. I started eating my own nightmares and converting them into the energy needed to fuel this disease. After that I sought out the other inhabitants and ate them too. They weren't particularly tasty. Once they were gone I was king of the Hotel."

Walking casually Dr. Terminal maneuvered himself so that Kraken could see his insane smile.

"In any case I realized that there wasn't actually any point if I couldn't do anything I wanted. And one of those things included world domination. So I started to fiddle with the system a bit. I can't get out but things can come in as you found out. And my delightful little Terminauts can come and go as they please.

I was waiting for some of your family to come and investigate. Your father never told you where this place was I'm willing to bet. Well, he might've told .01. I don't know. Any how I need at least one of you to attract the rest. As much as you hate each other you lot never seem to be able to abandon one of your own.

The Academy might figure out that this is the Hotel. They might have the pass card out. Even if they don't I'd relish the idea of taking my revenge. I think it'll be an easy victory considering that the nightmares will get to them first. They won't be able to withstand them. You weren't. It was so fun to watch you writhe when they got to you. Capturing you after they came was child's play.

So no matter what they're expecting they won't be able to handle the nightmares. And I'm certain that they'll come for you. I mean, you're dating one of them. "

As he was talking a Terminaut came up with a saw. Smiling happily Terminal said;

"When I programmed the Terminauts to get you I gave them all specific instructions. Do you know what I told them about you? I told them that you're the only prey which lands on your hook and hands you a knife with which to carve him," He looked at Kraken's knife intensely for a moment, "Indeed you've done just that for me. I've always had a hunch that you'd be the one to come first.

Unfortunately I can't kill you just yet. If I do then your vitals will stop and your communicator will shut down. Then they can't track you and I certainly won't be able to get the rest of them. Of course, that doesn't mean that I can't have a little fun first."

He looked at the knife intensely for a moment. Then he threw it over his shoulder. Dr. Terminal then took the saw from the Terminaut and inspected it before nodding. Kraken took a breath as deep as possible from beneath the gag and prepared himself.

"While I was going through your memories I heard that you don't like doctors. Well then today certainly isn't your lucky day. We're going to perform an open reduction on the bone. But there needs to be something wrong with it beforehand. I'll fix that. And I'm sorry but I don't have any anesthesia. Just some drug that'll keep you awake for hours no matter what. Terminaut Ceaser?"

"AFFIRMATIVE_?"

"Take off the gag," Dr. Terminaut smiled, "I do so love to hear the screams. But no hard feelings eh? Three cheers for…"

Dr. Terminal paused for a second and turned to the Terminaut.

"COMPLETION_SWEET REVENGE!"

"That's right," said Dr. Terminal as he approached.

And no matter how much Kraken prepared himself, he did scream.