I arrived at the party venue, got out of the car, and went inside. The gala was very crowded and it would take me a while to find the victim because there were a surprising number of Indian types here. I grabbed one of the champagne glasses and started to wander around, always taking a sip or two from the glass and putting it on one of the trays.
Ahaha, target spotted, I started walking towards the target lazily circling and looking. This was some artist's gala so I looked at the paintings and crept quietly closer. I cursed myself harshly as the first double vision began to appear in my eyes. Oh shit. Somewhere in the champagne, there must have been some kind of medicine.
Fine then let's not do this job while we retire to our car. My car is a sanctuary. It's really well protected, you can't break into it. Plus, I always have a fully stocked car. In every car, I have had a storage compartment made that is hidden in the car's structure so that it can't be seen from the outside, even with an x-ray.
There's always a good selection of weapons, explosives, equipment, and a very well-packed medicine cabinet with adrenaline, Ritalin, a test kit to test your blood for drugs and tranquilizers, and pretty much any antibody the test detects. But now that I'm gonna have to get in that car without whoever drugged that drink at some point, they can't get their hands on me.
Fine, I was starting to feel like I'd better find a seat and get my rage on, and soon because my legs were starting to feel like they were about to go out from under me again. A tight grip tightened around my arm and someone came up on the other side.
The men held me still as I felt the air injector press into my neck and shoot something into my veins that clouded my head really badly. I felt the men dragging me into another room I heard the voice of this satanic scientist but I couldn't make out the words as everything went black.
After initially sedating the subject for a moment, the men brought her into the room. There the subject was lifted onto a table and stripped of her dress and shoes. The men brought in a very powerful X-ray scanner in the corner of the room and carefully searched the subject.
There was nothing under the skin. Dr. Murray, as he was now called, began to feel through the subject. The subject was in good condition. The scales attached to the table gave a weight of 68 kilos. The subject was not overly muscular but Dr Murray could feel how strong the muscles were on all sides. Physically the subject was in excellent condition.
That would be good because their plans were aided by such a fit target. She could take a lot more handling. Dr. Murray noticed that the subject was already starting to move, even though she was bound with strong restraints. Never mind, their transport would be along shortly, but he would soon put the subject under better control, with sedation of course.
Dr. Murray took from his pocket a glass bottle of bright purple liquid and took from the table a syringe with a needle attached. He filled the syringe with the substance. He took the needle out and went to the subject's head. He turned the subject's head on its side and felt under the ear.
He took a long, thin needle from the table and inserted it deep into the subject's brain under the ear. Then he attached a syringe and emptied it into the cavity of the subject's brain. The drug would ensure that the subject would not be able to vent her rage.
Oh, how I hate it when someone injects or pushes something into my brain. I really do. I knew exactly the rage went into it, but I can do without it. The scientists were talking amongst themselves about something, I just heard this fucking Indian guy say " Let's put a sedative in the stomach cavity. I'll put a cannula in there and drain the whole bag, should work. Then it will be safe to move."
Oh, in the abdominal cavity. Fine, what can I do about it when I'm tied to a table? When I'm conscious, I have pretty good control of my blood vessels and circulation. So I'm not easy to cannulate, the cannula can get blocked, and my blood vessel can bypass the whole cannula.
That's because I'm chaos. I've learned to use my chaos power to defend myself already and it sometimes infuriates the well-meaning but overzealous pack of doctors. Damon's way of, well, drugging me, usually a flank or two so I can't really control my chaos power.
He's got those flank things. But in a situation like this, the chaos power was already at work. I couldn't stop whatever they were pouring into my abdominal cavity from affecting me, but I wasn't really easy to cannulate at the moment. I did feel numerous attempts all over my body.
A sharp cut in my upper abdomen told me that something was already in action. I could feel the cannula being floated deep into my abdomen and could see that the bag was at least a liter if not two. So either the drug would always be in a dilute concentration so I wouldn't be completely out of the game, or this was playing it safe.
The drip tube was completely open and I could feel the liquid splashing inside me. The examiner started feeling my stomach and I tensed my abdominal muscles. A tease is a little tease.
The liquid had drained into me surprisingly quickly and I didn't feel any amazing effect yet. I was actually becoming clearer all the time. The men were looking at their watches and phones. I was lying on my back on some kind of stretcher in chains, naked.
The tube had been taken out of my stomach and the examiner was looking at me expectantly. Nope, still nothing. The investigator's phone rang and he left the room to talk. After 5-10 minutes he came back and said "Transport is on the way, we'll get her sedated a bit more then."
One of the men said " She doesn't need anything more, good thing she can at least keep her eyes open in there. That's just about done." The examiner looked at the man and said "Look at her eyes, the pupils should be small, and the eyes should move a little from side to side. You see normal pupils and stationary eyes. This lady is just biding her time to get away. Well, news flash, you're not. I've got a brand new piece of equipment we want to test. You'll see. "
Oh, well, this is an observant scientist, pupils and all. Fine, never mind. I'm just waiting for the right moment. The researcher's neck is broken and those other men are quickly put down, then just put on clothes and run away. Good plan, but first we have to get out of these chains.
The door opened and an older man came in carrying some sort of tackle box or kit. This man was another cross between a Holby city´s Guy Self and a Sebastian Roche. The man opened the kit and took out several medicines, syringes, and needles. He started pulling the drugs into the syringes.
He said "This individual can control his vascular system very well in consciousness. That's why I'm going to give this buzz first, an ultra short-acting sedative, to bring her down so that we can get a proper venous connection and then we'll continue the sedation through that. This individual requires many different drugs at the same time, and in large doses, I have three anesthetics and two muscle relaxants, and four large animal tranquilizers. Once I get the medication in place then she will be safe to move."
I felt this guy stick a needle straight into my heart between my ribs, and everything went blurry pretty talented, I felt needle pricks in my neck which told me about the central line, and another one in my elbow, and then the blackness came.
Once the subject was properly rendered unconscious, the men put a patient gown on her and moved her to the van. There the subject was kept fast asleep for the entire 23-hour drive. When they arrived, the subject was taken to a room and transferred to a bed, and placed in strong spring-loaded cuffs.
The medication was dripping all the time but was intended to keep the subject sedated, not fully anaesthetized. They had brand new surgical robots they wanted to test. They had just programmed the robots to do little else but heal. They weren't interested in enzymes.
I woke up really tired and started to observe my surroundings without even moving. Spring spike shackles, fucking strong medication, fucked up again because I can't get my rage out, well I'll have to try to study a bit more chaos power again.
The scientists came into my room. They had some kind of scaffolding with them and I didn't even begin to wonder what they were for. The Indian came into the room and took a syringe from his pocket and emptied it into my cannula, I felt my eyes roll back.
I felt one of my arms released and put into a metal frame, the frame came under my arm, and metal ties were fastened around my arm. There were also places for my fingers to be locked with metal ties. On my hand came another frame which locked into this lower one, they released the bandages when the frames were properly locked. It was as if my hand had some kind of external support brace. The other hand had a similar frame.
They didn't tie my hands because first of all these were heavy and secondly they locked my elbow straight. Then the researchers brought in some kind of aggregate or battery on wheels and attached many wires to both frames which were connected by some kind of transformer. The frames were put on.
The frames turned the spikes inwards, piercing my hand all the way through and also my palm and fingers. The frames began to compress on all sides and I soon began to feel my bones close to breaking. The pain was unbelievable. It was paralyzing.
I couldn't scream because there was no sound coming from me. The Indian researcher said. "That will ensure you are under proper control for the next device. It will be difficult for you to escape if your hands are crushed. As you feel there, there are metals and herbs involved. You'll soon get some nourishment so you'll feel better." The researcher's voice was emotionless as if I were really some kind of lab animal.
The researchers came and lifted up my Patient gown and with a quick incision pulled open my stomach under my diaphragm so that they could embed a feeding tube in my stomach. It took root, so my tissue healed around it. The pain prevented me from concentrating on the chaos force.
The door opened and again the white-coated researchers now brought in a drip tray with bags. One bag had red sauce almost, the other green. The scientists brought the rack close and the Indian man said
"Oh, your lunch arrived. First, you get the tomato. I know it's really not good for you. This is crushed fresh tomato, the worst possible, you get it by the three liters. This second one is an herb mix, the main herb is coriander, then thyme, dandelion, field horsetail, and a couple of others, you get three liters of that as well. These will ensure that your hands stay in the condition I want them to be in. We don't want too good a healing, no no. Enjoy your food, I bet your hands will be ready in three days. Until then, enjoy. There's better to come."
Oh fuck. The bags were pouring into my stomach at relentlessly full speed and my fingers were already crushed in several places, my wrists and palms. This was not going to be an easy gig to escape.
I wasn't sedated, I didn't need to be because the herbs and tomato were doing their job and I was feeling absolutely awful, headache, photophobia, nausea, stomach cramps, muscle cramps. On top of that, my hands were crushed.
After the machine had crushed my fingers and palms it started moving them around, oh shit all the bone ends and stuff were grinding against each other. My curse is that I don't need a nervous system to feel pain. As long as the tissue is alive it feels. So even though the machine crushed my nerve, the pain didn't stop.
Colin, Damon, Samuel, even Mirella, and myself have tried to find a solution, but no. It's just not meant to work. My hands were crushed for three days. Then the researchers came to remove the frames and tied my hands in some kind of vacuum splints so that my fingers were well hooked, my thumbs bent inwards and my wrists bent downwards. And outwards. My arms were without splints.
They put some light yellow substance in the drip and I felt my hands start to ossify into the position they were put in. It wasn't a painless position because none of the bones were aligned.
But my hands were very effectively rendered quite incapacitated. They removed most of the bone fragments from my arms so that if I tried to hit, for example, my arms would break, it would be a while before I could even get a bone to develop. It would be a fucking disaster to heal from this.