Night 51: Disciplinary Therapy Room 1 [M-U For Brainy]
He wondered, would he be upset about being stolen or would he be glad he had the opportunity to play at being a hero? That was what he wanted, wasn't it? More than anything in the world, he wanted to be a hero like him. A hero to catch his eye, to know the surge of emotion that came with a true sacrifice the likes of which he experienced everyday. Or perhaps it was less that and more something else? Maybe he had something to prove.
The doctor smiled as he settled into his chair, clasping his hands in his lap. He would give this child that opportunity. He would force him to grow and to become something more. He could be a hero if he wanted. He could help people, save people, sacrifice everything for them. The doctor would give the boy everything he ever wanted and make him regret his foolishness and pride.
With a nod of his head, the room flooded with a blinding light that reflected off the room's impossibly white surfaces. The walls, ceiling, floor, the rolling cabinet next to the lab table were all white, perfectly ordered, nothing extraneous anywhere in view. In the center lay his quarry, bound to the lab table at the head, wrists, ankles and waist with tight metal braces. The doctor himself was in a different room, watching on a monitor for now. When the time was right, he would appear, but not until then.
After watching the boy sleep for a bit, he finally leaned forward and pressed a button on his control panel. Somewhere in the operating chamber an invisible speaker clicked on and after a brief pause, the doctor's voice rang out, clear, deep, and cold as ice. "Time to wake up, Coluan."
The doctor smiled as he settled into his chair, clasping his hands in his lap. He would give this child that opportunity. He would force him to grow and to become something more. He could be a hero if he wanted. He could help people, save people, sacrifice everything for them. The doctor would give the boy everything he ever wanted and make him regret his foolishness and pride.
With a nod of his head, the room flooded with a blinding light that reflected off the room's impossibly white surfaces. The walls, ceiling, floor, the rolling cabinet next to the lab table were all white, perfectly ordered, nothing extraneous anywhere in view. In the center lay his quarry, bound to the lab table at the head, wrists, ankles and waist with tight metal braces. The doctor himself was in a different room, watching on a monitor for now. When the time was right, he would appear, but not until then.
After watching the boy sleep for a bit, he finally leaned forward and pressed a button on his control panel. Somewhere in the operating chamber an invisible speaker clicked on and after a brief pause, the doctor's voice rang out, clear, deep, and cold as ice. "Time to wake up, Coluan."