Chapter 11
Anger.
Pure, unadulterated anger.
That raw, audacious fury is all Rick felt as he watched the Federation woman draw up a syringe filled with the newest memory serum.
It had only been two days since she had shot him in the shoulder; it had thankfully only been reduced to a dull pain in his arm, but it was a wound that had gone untreated by anyone.
The woman approached Rick as he sat restrained in his chair, the needle fully drawn up, pointed upwards in a prepared fashion. More anger boiled under Rick's skin.
She poked around for a moment on each of his exposed forearms, searching for a vein that had not yet been collapsed. Finally she found one, and with a grunt of gainsay from Rick, she plunged the needle into his vein, depositing the memory serum into the scientist's body.
Darkness, of which was becoming much too familiar for Rick, quickly enveloped him.
!
This time was different.
It was nothing but pain.
It was as if something was being forcibly ripped from him, as if someone was reaching into his body and pulling out his liver.
Something was being taken from him.
"The Council of Ricks forbid you…"
Flashes of his face.
"The portal gun's power comes from…."
Green.
"No, we can't risk the Federation knowing about these; the danger is too great!"
An old, familiar face…Adalric?
"Morty, you're being petulant!"
His grandson.
Rick knew what they were doing. They were trying to get into his head, trying to rip him open, spill his secrets, kill him—
He wouldn't allow it.
He would not allow it.
More flashes of the Citadel; he felt a sudden resurgence of its location, the dimensional coordinates on the tip of his consciousness—
No. NO!
He forced the numbers down, stuffed them away; he could not allow them to know!
Another memory, this time of the rebellion; faces of its current members were about to flash across his mind—
He stuffed those down, too.
With a mental effort that felt as if he was pushing a boulder, Rick conjured up a blank white room where he stood in his subconscious, knowing that he would appear on the television screen in the physical room. Using all of his mental energy to prevent any other thoughts or memories from surfacing, Rick raised one hand, all the fingers curled inwards except for his middle finger, giving an eternal "fuck you" to the Galactic Federation.
!
WHAM!
"You son of a bitch!"
BAM!
"We almost had it! We almost had it, you fucker!"
WHAM!
Pain erupted in Rick's face, the feeling of warm blood oozing down his eye and cheek bringing him back to true consciousness.
"Fu….fuck you, lady," he spat out, her blurry form slowly beginning to sharpen. He knew he had pissed her off big time, and was glad he had done so. He may have sacrificed himself for his grandchildren, but he was not about to allow the Federation to win.
WHAM! Rick's face erupted in pain again, his head flying back, his brain swimming between unconsciousness and consciousness. Red blood oozed from his nose.
"You really think you can keep messing around with the Federation, Sanchez? If I don't get what I want from you, I will kill you! Do you hear me? I said, Sanchez, do you hear me?!"
Rick opened one eye and smirked. "Loud and clear."
The woman stood up straight, anger dancing like fire in her purple eyes as she glared at Rick. After a moment of intense silence, she shifted her hard gaze to the two Federation workers holding Rick's arms down.
"Teach him a lesson, will you? Just don't kill him; I would continue to do it, but I'm worried that I may end up murdering him myself," she ordered before storming out of the room, the door closing sleekly behind her.
Rick knew exactly where this was going. They were going to rough him up until he was on the brink of dying before sending him back to hang on his prison wall, in order to "teach him a lesson", as the woman had put it. Rick let out a snort; he didn't need to be taught anything. He was too tired of all this bullshit.
The two Gromflomite officers turned to face Rick, and proceeded to take turns punching him in his face and gut, until finally one punch knocked Rick and the chair he was sitting in toppling over, sending both clattering to the ground. Rick gasped, trying to get air back into his lungs.
The two officers quickly surrounded Rick, knocking the discarded chair off to the side, and kicked Rick one, two, three, four times in the ribs. As he lay on his side, wheezing and grunting in pain, cheek pushed up against the cool metal floor, Rick saw an incredible opportunity arise right in front of him.
The chair that had been tossed aside by the Gromflomites had dropped two nuts. In the five seconds or so between him seeing the nuts and the next swift kick in the side, Rick had formulated a plan, one that he knew he only had one opportunity to execute successfully.
Rick reached a shaky hand out and clasped his fingers around the two nuts before quickly retracting his arm back under his body. WHAM!
After they finished their manic attack on him, the Gromflomites roughly grabbed Rick by the forearms and forced him back into the restraints of his prison wall. As soon as the manacles clicked and the officers sent the wall away, Rick let out a sigh of satisfaction, the two loose nuts he had found lying on the floor being held comfortably in his sweaty palm.
A/N: I had a little trouble with certain aspects of this chapter, but I think it turned out alright. Let me know what you think in a comment/review! Stay schwifty!