[His voice is weary from blood loss and strained from the pain. Sounds ever so slightly delerious, but no less savage and cruel.]
Redd... y'better hope I never find out what deck you're on. Fuckin' pray. Bloody coward.As for th'rest of you... buncha milk sops on this fuckin' boat. I'd a'thought better of some of you. Or worse. Whatever
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Ah. Fuckin’... transported me to this room. Couln’ identify what deck, probably below 12. Found m’self bound and gagged. He did a bit of gloating, and... gave me a shot’ve something. Some drug. Haven’ figured out what yet, mighta been poison, mighta been antibiotics, don’t know.
Then he took my right arm off with a chainsaw - b'low the elbow. Woke up in a cell guarded by walking skeletons.
Oughta warn you. Even says... Redd c’n read locked messages. Wouldn’ be surprised, s’his bloody system.
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Th’phrase “Tick-tick-tick citrus” mean anythin’ to you, Cad’nce?
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Your arm? My, my, you're going to need a new one. You should look into getting one made of steel, eh? Your own personal battering ram.
Hmm, how interesting. It certainly does make sense. The question is, if that's the case, why didn't he intervene sooner?
... No. Well, "citrus" is the word used to refer to a group of fruits with a high acid content-do you have things like oranges or lemons where you come from?-and the tick-tick-ticking could be a clock. A bomb, maybe? ... Made of fruit? Doesn't make much sense.
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[a chuckle and hiss of breath - a wince]
Metal’d be nice. Make me a match for th’fucker who broke my ribs. Th’doctor can clone stuff, though. I’ll hit him up later, see’f he can grow me a new one. Grew himself an eye after th’ Cap’n took his, so... oughta be able t’do my arm... BETTER be willing... s’no different...
Hmmm. Redd was goin’ on about movies, cinema. Made a point’v it before hittin’ me with whatever it was. Thought - you have different references, might have meant something where you come from. M’sure it did mean something, but maybe only t’him.
Yeah, we have citrus - th’names are all mixed up though, we have lemanges and orangmons. Lot of things seem t’be like that. We have crocadogs and allicats, you just have ‘dogs and ‘cats... s’all twisted ‘round...
[Feverish muttering, then another hiss followed by a snarl of pain]Agh - get OFF! Not ( ... )
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If the doctor won't clone you another arm, I could probably make one if I found the materials to do so. Well, maybe. I haven't really tried before.
... Movies? Hm... A Clockwork Orange, maybe? It fits the phrase, and there is a rape scene. That could be what he was going on about. It's a movie about a gang of children running rampant in a dystopian world. Personally, I think the book is better.
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That might be the reference he was speaking of. What happens? Might be relevant to whatever it was he gave me.
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Well, during the rape scene, a group of four teenage boys break into a writer's house, beat him, and rape his wife while the writer is forced to watch. Following this, the leader of the gang, Alex, is arrested and subjected to an experimental therapy-L-something, I don't remember-that makes it so he can never commit a crime again. I could be wrong, though. It's been a long time since I read it.
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Hmmm. Something that makes him never commit the crime again? Well it's not much to go on, but it's better than nothing.
I'm somewhat surprised he didn't castrate me. He did seem quite upset over what I'd done... which I certainly don't understand, as a man who sings while driving a chainsaw through a conscious person's arm has NO cause to condemn ME for a little fun.
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Right. You said he injected you with something, didn't you? Put the pieces together if you haven't already, Military Man. You're probably not going to have much fun for a long time.
Castration appears to be very emasculating; of course, I only know from the point of view of the one doing the castrating, but it certainly seems that way. And if the captain can read locked messages, it's probably smart to not give him any ideas, eh?
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Oh, HELL. You don't suppose -
I WILL kill him. Don't care WHAT it takes...
As for castration, eh, a few others have already mentioned it. If he's listening this will hardly be the first place he's heard the idea. Incidentally I've done it myself on recalcitrant prisoners.
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Well, they say the worst thing you can do to a rapist is castrate him. Such cruel irony.
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