Upon taking note of the sheer shock on Mr. Gavin's face, the doctor could scarcely mask his satisfaction. The injection had done wonders to make their subject see exactly what they wanted him to see. It wasn't very often he had the opportunity to assume a role outside of doctor and tormentor, but this change of pace would certainly be a refreshing one. Suddenly, this had gone beyond merely dragging Gavin up here in order to be cut into and observed. Not even his meaningless threats of charges and jail time would be enough to hide the anguish he would undoubtedly be feeling soon. No, this was personal now.
Which meant, in terms of their little experiment, things were about to become much, much more interesting.
"I think you already know the answer to those questions," he said as he stood next to the bed now, beside the prosecutor's head. "The evidence should speak for itself quite plainly, don't you agree?" Sighing, he brought the razor closer to Gavin's head of blond hair, using the other hand to grip onto his scalp in order to better hold him into place.
"Really, I didn't want to have to do this, Klavier," the doctor added with some measure of regret in his voice. "But you've left me no choice. Now, hold still."
With that, he gently brought the razor down and began shaving a small spot on the side of his head.
Unfortunately, he was right. The situation spoke pretty plainly for itself. Klavier had already drawn his conclusions about the situation before he'd even seen who he was sharing a room with, hadn't he? So shouldn't it have been obvious what was going on? But... Klavier simply couldn't accept it! Even readily rejected it! Because it didn't make sense. It was all wrong, wrong, wrong! There was something else going on! There had to be!
Because there was no way that Kristoph, with Klavier in the position he was in, should be talking to him so casually like this. Like this was so normal. Something done regularly and was stagnant by now. It was the same level tone he used while trying to work. Even the way he ordered Klavier to hold still carried an almost familiar, parental sort of tone to it. The usual "don't squirm around" command any child would get.
However, it was when those words were uttered that he became even more aware of the buzzing of the instrument in Kristoph's hand. If that noise had seemed startlingly loud before, it was even more so now that it was right next to him. And getting closer.
"Wh-- HEY!" he yelled, trying instinctively to move his head away, but to no avail. There was surprise in his tone at first, but it quickly turned to unfathomable outrage. He yelped out a noise that could have either bee a yell of protest or an almost effeminate squeal of horror depending on the perspective. "Are you out of your mind?! What are you doing?!"
That question was, of course, mostly rhetorical. He could very much feel what he was doing. There was a small press of pressure against one part of his head, and he could feel the slight vibration of the razor against his skull as it moved across the area. Unable to do anything else to stop it, Klavier squinted his eyes, still trying to pull away.
This was completely ridiculous!! Never once in his life had Klavier or his brother ever gotten their heads shaven. They prided themselves on their appearance and their hair. So the idea of Kristoph shaving his hair off was pretty much the straw that sent this entire thing into the realm of complete insanity.
"What do you mean 'no choice'?! What are you talking about?! I didn't do anything!!" he yelled over the obscenely loud sound of the razor, rambling more like a five-year-old than a hospital patient. To be perfectly honest, as juvenile as that sounded, he was pretty terrified Kristoph was about to shave him bald.
Oh dear. Mr. Gavin was already throwing a fit, and they hadn't even begun making any incisions yet. Under normal circumstances, this would be quite problematic, as it could interfere with the doctor's concentration. But in this case, such a reaction was exactly what he wanted to observe from his subject. The more panicked he became now, the easier it would be to manipulate him into doing what they wanted later.
That was why there would be no anesthesia for this procedure, but Mr. Gavin didn't need to know that just yet, of course.
"Really, Klavier," he said with a long-suffering tone, "the more you shout and carry on like that, the harder this will be for the both of us."
As he moved the razor across his scalp, several locks of Gavin's long, blond hair fell to the floor. Thankfully for him, though, the doctor had no intention of shaving him bald. No, he just needed enough gone for the next part of the procedure. Once he was satisfied with his work, the doctor switched the razor off and examined the bald area.
"At any rate, this isn't a matter of what you've done," the doctor continued. Giving his "brother" a smile, he turned toward his tray of tools and wheeled it closer to Gavin's head. "This is simply insurance for the future. One can't be too careful, after all."
The harder it would be for "both of them?!" He had to be kidding! Last Klavier checked, he was the one strapped down against his will here! And Kristoph? Did he sound distressed in any way, shape, or form? That was the most disturbing thing about all this. Had Kristoph thrown back his head and given a mad scientist's maniacal laugh or rambled morbid rhetoric in a manner more suited for horror film theatrics, Klavier would have quickly chalked this up to another horrible bout of brainwashing. Though it wouldn't help his situation at all, it would somewhat be a relief to see his brother act so out of character. That way, he could tell himself, at least mentally, this was someone else.
But it wasn't. Kristoph had been addressing him by name the entire time. He spoke fully aware of who Klavier was. Fully aware of his own actions even as he stood there shaving his brother's hair off. And despite all that, his words were as calm and normal as ever. He even sounded like he was scolding Klavier for being so over-dramatically troublesome. That tone of voice was almost enough to make him feel ashamed of his behavior. Almost. Because given the situation, Klavier felt plenty justified in his reaction.
The buzz of the razor clicked off and something like a cold shudder went up Klavier's body, a mix of relief and fear. There was a part of his head (which felt way too large, by the way) which was noticeably colder, more sensitive. Bald. This was such a horribly foreign feeling, and a sensation like shame washed over him. He had no idea how much had been shaved off, really, or what he looked like right then, but despite everything, his immediate thoughts were he had to cover it. He almost felt naked. It hurt just thinking about it. That might as well be chunks of his soul on the floor with the effect it was having on him. And unfortunately, it seemed this wasn't over yet.
When his brother spoke again, Klavier turned his eyes to him in time to see... a smile. He was smiling? Not even a horrible smile at that... which was what made it more especially horrible in this case. Any lingering doubts he'd had dropped in that instant. Kristoph really didn't care about what he was doing to him. Maybe he was even... enjoying it. There was a knot in his stomach that was twisted so tight by the idea, he thought he might get sick right there. What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?
But wasn't that always the eternal unanswered question when it came to his brother? The why?
Perhaps a more important question to be pondering at the moment was the "what?" Especially with Kristoph wheeling over a tray of fresh instruments, none of which he could make out from his limited vantage point. He could make some pretty morbid guesses, though. He needed to think. He needed to speak. But frankly, his mind was absolutely everywhere at the moment. It seemed impossible to focus on only one thing.
"I-Insurance?" His voice was far shakier than he had assumed it would be. Surprisingly, not so much from fear. He was simply that upset. His throat was so tight, it was astonishing he was even speaking as well as he was. This all sounded like some kind of horrible joke. But despite that he was trying to regain some sense of composure, even if only weakly. "I left you 'no choice'... but to do something like this... for insurance? You must be mad if you think I'd believe that. This does nothing to help you. You're just..." He couldn't say it. He couldn't voice out loud that Kris was just... doing this for fun.
His words had unnerved the test subject. That wasn't so unexpected, but it was also a good sign. The doctor kept his expression pleasant and mild-mannered as he picked up a swab and unwrapped it. They needed to make certain he was properly cleaned down before beginning the procedure, after all. As much as they wanted to break Klavier, giving him an infection wasn't on their agenda.
"And you, Klavier, must be mad if you think I don't know you'd turn on me in the future," he spoke in an even tone. "You cannot deny there are some things that outweigh your loyalty to even your own brother."
Rubbing the cool swab over the bald spot now, he made sure to do a thorough job in scrubbing him down. "I simply cannot take any chances. Really, this is better for both of us in the end."
Once he thought the subject was properly sanitized, the doctor threw the swab into a bin next to the operating table.
Which meant, in terms of their little experiment, things were about to become much, much more interesting.
"I think you already know the answer to those questions," he said as he stood next to the bed now, beside the prosecutor's head. "The evidence should speak for itself quite plainly, don't you agree?" Sighing, he brought the razor closer to Gavin's head of blond hair, using the other hand to grip onto his scalp in order to better hold him into place.
"Really, I didn't want to have to do this, Klavier," the doctor added with some measure of regret in his voice. "But you've left me no choice. Now, hold still."
With that, he gently brought the razor down and began shaving a small spot on the side of his head.
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Because there was no way that Kristoph, with Klavier in the position he was in, should be talking to him so casually like this. Like this was so normal. Something done regularly and was stagnant by now. It was the same level tone he used while trying to work. Even the way he ordered Klavier to hold still carried an almost familiar, parental sort of tone to it. The usual "don't squirm around" command any child would get.
However, it was when those words were uttered that he became even more aware of the buzzing of the instrument in Kristoph's hand. If that noise had seemed startlingly loud before, it was even more so now that it was right next to him. And getting closer.
"Wh-- HEY!" he yelled, trying instinctively to move his head away, but to no avail. There was surprise in his tone at first, but it quickly turned to unfathomable outrage. He yelped out a noise that could have either bee a yell of protest or an almost effeminate squeal of horror depending on the perspective. "Are you out of your mind?! What are you doing?!"
That question was, of course, mostly rhetorical. He could very much feel what he was doing. There was a small press of pressure against one part of his head, and he could feel the slight vibration of the razor against his skull as it moved across the area. Unable to do anything else to stop it, Klavier squinted his eyes, still trying to pull away.
This was completely ridiculous!! Never once in his life had Klavier or his brother ever gotten their heads shaven. They prided themselves on their appearance and their hair. So the idea of Kristoph shaving his hair off was pretty much the straw that sent this entire thing into the realm of complete insanity.
"What do you mean 'no choice'?! What are you talking about?! I didn't do anything!!" he yelled over the obscenely loud sound of the razor, rambling more like a five-year-old than a hospital patient. To be perfectly honest, as juvenile as that sounded, he was pretty terrified Kristoph was about to shave him bald.
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That was why there would be no anesthesia for this procedure, but Mr. Gavin didn't need to know that just yet, of course.
"Really, Klavier," he said with a long-suffering tone, "the more you shout and carry on like that, the harder this will be for the both of us."
As he moved the razor across his scalp, several locks of Gavin's long, blond hair fell to the floor. Thankfully for him, though, the doctor had no intention of shaving him bald. No, he just needed enough gone for the next part of the procedure. Once he was satisfied with his work, the doctor switched the razor off and examined the bald area.
"At any rate, this isn't a matter of what you've done," the doctor continued. Giving his "brother" a smile, he turned toward his tray of tools and wheeled it closer to Gavin's head. "This is simply insurance for the future. One can't be too careful, after all."
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But it wasn't. Kristoph had been addressing him by name the entire time. He spoke fully aware of who Klavier was. Fully aware of his own actions even as he stood there shaving his brother's hair off. And despite all that, his words were as calm and normal as ever. He even sounded like he was scolding Klavier for being so over-dramatically troublesome. That tone of voice was almost enough to make him feel ashamed of his behavior. Almost. Because given the situation, Klavier felt plenty justified in his reaction.
The buzz of the razor clicked off and something like a cold shudder went up Klavier's body, a mix of relief and fear. There was a part of his head (which felt way too large, by the way) which was noticeably colder, more sensitive. Bald. This was such a horribly foreign feeling, and a sensation like shame washed over him. He had no idea how much had been shaved off, really, or what he looked like right then, but despite everything, his immediate thoughts were he had to cover it. He almost felt naked. It hurt just thinking about it. That might as well be chunks of his soul on the floor with the effect it was having on him. And unfortunately, it seemed this wasn't over yet.
When his brother spoke again, Klavier turned his eyes to him in time to see... a smile. He was smiling? Not even a horrible smile at that... which was what made it more especially horrible in this case. Any lingering doubts he'd had dropped in that instant. Kristoph really didn't care about what he was doing to him. Maybe he was even... enjoying it. There was a knot in his stomach that was twisted so tight by the idea, he thought he might get sick right there. What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?
But wasn't that always the eternal unanswered question when it came to his brother? The why?
Perhaps a more important question to be pondering at the moment was the "what?" Especially with Kristoph wheeling over a tray of fresh instruments, none of which he could make out from his limited vantage point. He could make some pretty morbid guesses, though. He needed to think. He needed to speak. But frankly, his mind was absolutely everywhere at the moment. It seemed impossible to focus on only one thing.
"I-Insurance?" His voice was far shakier than he had assumed it would be. Surprisingly, not so much from fear. He was simply that upset. His throat was so tight, it was astonishing he was even speaking as well as he was. This all sounded like some kind of horrible joke. But despite that he was trying to regain some sense of composure, even if only weakly. "I left you 'no choice'... but to do something like this... for insurance? You must be mad if you think I'd believe that. This does nothing to help you. You're just..." He couldn't say it. He couldn't voice out loud that Kris was just... doing this for fun.
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"And you, Klavier, must be mad if you think I don't know you'd turn on me in the future," he spoke in an even tone. "You cannot deny there are some things that outweigh your loyalty to even your own brother."
Rubbing the cool swab over the bald spot now, he made sure to do a thorough job in scrubbing him down. "I simply cannot take any chances. Really, this is better for both of us in the end."
Once he thought the subject was properly sanitized, the doctor threw the swab into a bin next to the operating table.
"Surely you must understand..."
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