It's dark. You may be eaten by a...

[grey_matter]

One thing is for certain, and that is that it's dark. Wherever Some is, it's small (about the size of a small walk-in closet) and dark. Not a shred of light illuminates this small space at the moment. Some might also take note that he still can't seem to teleport anywhere.

Welcome home, Some.

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[grue_some]

No light's a good thing, and Some can see just fine, but there's nothing good to see.

[grey_matter]

No, there really isn't. It's just a cell with a cot and a toilet that pulls out of the wall. Grey pretty much dumped him there to wake up while he wandered off to recover a little from his encounter with a certain psychic overlord. Some can, undoubtably, hear the incessant beeping of a PIN being texted somewhere in that almost equally dark lab.

Currently, however, there's also the sound of footsteps approaching just outside the lab, if Some can hear them. And the sound of the door to the lab opening.

Someone's here to see you, Some.

[grue_some]

Some finally stops pounding when he hears the door out there, the side of his fist raw from hours of it. "Grey? Grey, I can hear you, you bastard!"

[grey_matter]

And he can hear you, Some. He laughs softly as he slips into the room with the cells, one of which contains a very irate Grue. "Of course you can. You have excellent hearing don't you, Some?"

[grue_some]

Some is just waiting for you to open this door, Grey. Come on. He dares you. "You know damn well I do. You already got to study me once."

[grey_matter]

Oh, he knows.~ He presses a metallic hand to that door, grinning as he speaks through it.

"True as that may be, any findings I procured from those studies were long gone upon waking." All those scans, all those samples... gone. Such a shame, really.

And now he has you again. This time, in the flesh.

[grue_some]

"Then come in here and get started, Alastor. I don't have all day."

Some is angry. Not afraid. Not afraid at all.

[grey_matter]

Twitch. Some knows how to push his buttons all too well.

"On the contrary, I'm quite sure that you do." He growls through his teeth, drawing his hand away from the door. His other hand moves to a pad to the side of the door, hand pressing against it. Finger print identification. The Nexus has such wonderfully easily accessible toys. The vacuum seal to that heavy metal door releases with a dull hiss once his hand has been scanned successfully and it slides open.

[grue_some]

Some, of course, lunges right for his throat, not giving him a heartbeat's warning.

[grey_matter]

And Grey, of course, expected exactly that. It all seems so familiar, doesn't it? Metallic left hand lashes forward, aiming to either catch Some by his own throat or grab him by the face as his right hand flicks the cap off of a syringe with the thumb, aiming to jab the needle in wherever he can.

[grue_some]

Caught by the jaw, Some's brought up short, his hands still scrabbling for purchase on Grey, grabbing at his lab coat to wrench him closer.

[grey_matter]

He just grins at the Grue, that grip unnecessarily tight as he sinks that needle into flesh, and presses the plunger down. It's a milder sedative than the one he used to kidnap Some. He doesn't need him completely out at this point, just debilitated.

[grue_some]

Some fights the drug, gulping air, but it works on him anyway, and he stumbles, would fall if it weren't for Grey's bruising grip. His hands fall from his labcoat as the drug renders his muscles lethargic and unresponsive.

[grey_matter]

Grey smiles cruelly down at the drugged Grue. "That's better." Releasing that grip on Some's jaw he grabs the boy by the back of his shirt before he can hit the floor, lifting him easily with his left hand and walking off, back out of the room with him.

Look familiar, Some? The room he brings Some to is, of course, the room with the MRI machine. All those wonderful scans of Some's body were lost, after all.

Depositing the Grue on the table that slides into the machine, he wanders off for a minute, returning with vacutainer tubes and needles. Another thing he lost. Samples.

He fixes a tourniquet to Some's arm, and goes about drawing blood from him, taking quite a few vials. Those vials are quickly placed in a box. Nice and dark. He knows by now what happens when Some's blood is exposed to too much light.

[grue_some]

Some doesn't fight him, though he glares balefully at him the whole time. He's saving his energy, picking his battles now. The drugs make his eyes feel heavy and dry. "How many of those do you need? You're a vampire now?"

[grey_matter]

Yes. A vampire who can only survive off of half-Grue blood. Snerk. "Halloween is over, Some. Thankfully, I managed to avoid such a thing." He grins, picking up the box containing Some's blood and leaving the room. After a few minutes, that table will start to slide into the MRI machine. Go on, Some, have a nap. He wants lots of pretty pictures of your insides.