Behavior Modification
Who: Haku and Subject 002
When: Wednesday of no-reset week.
Where: An undisclosed location buried deep within the facility
Summary: Subject 002 makes its move.
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood, physical and mental abuse.
The Subject was getting anxious just waiting for its victim to wake up. 002 fiddled with the scalpel in its hand, twirling the instrument through deft fingers while it waited. 002 said nothing and its hidden face betrayed no emotion or remorse. It was simply waiting.
It had heard what its predecessor 001 had done to the subject “Lupin” and had been honestly unimpressed. There was so much more that could have been done than just toy with him. If 001’s orders were identical to 002’s, 001 had done a very poor job. But it was not 002’s place to question abilities or motives, especially not on the part of 001. 002’s place was to help. And that, the subject was willing to do.
Like 001, 002 restrained its drugged victim prior to it all, choosing a chair over a table. The weapon was identical although the goals were opposite. If 001 had told “Lupin” the truth, his intent had been to heal him. 002 was going to cause nothing but pain. Nothing more to gain. Nothing more to lose. Just screams as verification of a job well done. The screams of what was hopefully a very broken man.
002 had taken further precautions to remain anonymous than just the slick white rubber gloves that gripped the scalpel. Its face was hidden behind a mask and its voice was cloaked by a synthesizer, the same one that had rung through the Facility less than a week ago. The same voice that warned Haku of what was coming. The subject took pride in getting the job done.
The drug would wear off soon. He would return consciousness in a matter of minutes. The subject rose to its feet and crossed to Haku, eyeing him wearily. With gloved fingers it pushed the hair from Haku’s face, tucking it behind his ear. It would have seemed like a loving gesture if it hadn’t been coupled with the swift knife slash. Blood oozed down from the wound and the subject stepped back, looking at his handiwork. It was deep enough to require stitches but not so deep as to seriously impede on their conversation. It didn’t cut through anything necessary.
Not yet.
When: Wednesday of no-reset week.
Where: An undisclosed location buried deep within the facility
Summary: Subject 002 makes its move.
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood, physical and mental abuse.
The Subject was getting anxious just waiting for its victim to wake up. 002 fiddled with the scalpel in its hand, twirling the instrument through deft fingers while it waited. 002 said nothing and its hidden face betrayed no emotion or remorse. It was simply waiting.
It had heard what its predecessor 001 had done to the subject “Lupin” and had been honestly unimpressed. There was so much more that could have been done than just toy with him. If 001’s orders were identical to 002’s, 001 had done a very poor job. But it was not 002’s place to question abilities or motives, especially not on the part of 001. 002’s place was to help. And that, the subject was willing to do.
Like 001, 002 restrained its drugged victim prior to it all, choosing a chair over a table. The weapon was identical although the goals were opposite. If 001 had told “Lupin” the truth, his intent had been to heal him. 002 was going to cause nothing but pain. Nothing more to gain. Nothing more to lose. Just screams as verification of a job well done. The screams of what was hopefully a very broken man.
002 had taken further precautions to remain anonymous than just the slick white rubber gloves that gripped the scalpel. Its face was hidden behind a mask and its voice was cloaked by a synthesizer, the same one that had rung through the Facility less than a week ago. The same voice that warned Haku of what was coming. The subject took pride in getting the job done.
The drug would wear off soon. He would return consciousness in a matter of minutes. The subject rose to its feet and crossed to Haku, eyeing him wearily. With gloved fingers it pushed the hair from Haku’s face, tucking it behind his ear. It would have seemed like a loving gesture if it hadn’t been coupled with the swift knife slash. Blood oozed down from the wound and the subject stepped back, looking at his handiwork. It was deep enough to require stitches but not so deep as to seriously impede on their conversation. It didn’t cut through anything necessary.
Not yet.