Rufus opened his eyes, blinking repeatedly as he tried to clear away the cobwebs in his mind. Everything seemed blurred, the edges fuzzy instead of sharp as they should have been. Where was he? A leather strap halted the hand that was trying to lift, Rufus staring blankly at his restrained wrists before it got through his brain exactly where he was and what was about to happen.
Schuldig said that... brain surgery...
The rat of panic that was trying to get loose in his brain was clamped down on hard. If it got loose, he was going to end up panicking, and that was going to destroy his chances of getting out of here. There had to be a way out. There was always a way out.
A cold chill slid down his spine, that voice alone calling up a man he'd rather not think about right now. Turning his head, Rufus struggled to focus in on the man at his bedside. Those glasses. Hojo.
"I suppose telling you to let me go would be a waste of time," Rufus commented, striving to sound bored while that rat of panic kept gnawing at its cage
Despite using essentially the same sedatives each time, they always woke up different. So many interesting little details, even if none of it related directly to the grand scheme of things.
He had straightened up at this point, moving over to the metal cart over to the side. The lights were hazy, too dark for the patient to make out what was on there. Not that it would've mattered, technically.
"Ah, but remarking upon the possibility of telling me so is not?" There was the familiar snap of latex gloves. "The mind works with such funny logic."
And by funny, he did mean foolish.
"Although really," he went on, still not turning around, "nothing is ever a waste of time here, in a sense. We have as much of it as I want."
"Oh very well then. If you insist," Rufus said with a faked sigh of boredom. He had to remain calm and collect. What would they do to him anyways? Schuldig's ability had warranted brain surgery. Rufus had no such abilities himself.
I can't panic. If I panic, Schuldig will know before anyone. If he can stand it, so can I.A sneaking thought insisted on telling him that if he did give into fear that Schuldig might very well make it a point to hunt down Reno and tell him details just to send his Turk into a rushed rescue. All he could hope was that Barret had listened to what he said, would make Reno go elsewhere tonight
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If Rufus was trying to hide his emotions, the doctor made no such attempt himself, allowing the small smile to curl his lips as it wished.
"I am truly expecting no response," he replied, plucking a little glass vial from the cart. In his other hand was a hypodermic needle. "My only task is to observe. Experimenter's bias, you know. It can be quite troublesome."
He was obviously taking his time, drawing it out. Why not? Rushing into things...that would ruin the experience. This was as much a social experiment as it was anything else. Otherwise, it would be a waste of a perfectly good human subject; he might as well use an animal. Human subjects should be treated as human subjects.
With a little sigh of his own - although not bored-sounding, but the kind that anticipated an event - he turned around. The syringe could be seen clearly in his hand, but not what was inside it.
"But if you insist," he said, "I believe you did fail to ask me what it is I plan on doing to you. Shall I tell you what I am sure a man of your intelligence has
( ... )
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Rufus opened his eyes, blinking repeatedly as he tried to clear away the cobwebs in his mind. Everything seemed blurred, the edges fuzzy instead of sharp as they should have been. Where was he? A leather strap halted the hand that was trying to lift, Rufus staring blankly at his restrained wrists before it got through his brain exactly where he was and what was about to happen.
Schuldig said that... brain surgery...
The rat of panic that was trying to get loose in his brain was clamped down on hard. If it got loose, he was going to end up panicking, and that was going to destroy his chances of getting out of here. There had to be a way out. There was always a way out.
A cold chill slid down his spine, that voice alone calling up a man he'd rather not think about right now. Turning his head, Rufus struggled to focus in on the man at his bedside. Those glasses. Hojo.
"I suppose telling you to let me go would be a waste of time," Rufus commented, striving to sound bored while that rat of panic kept gnawing at its cage
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He had straightened up at this point, moving over to the metal cart over to the side. The lights were hazy, too dark for the patient to make out what was on there. Not that it would've mattered, technically.
"Ah, but remarking upon the possibility of telling me so is not?" There was the familiar snap of latex gloves. "The mind works with such funny logic."
And by funny, he did mean foolish.
"Although really," he went on, still not turning around, "nothing is ever a waste of time here, in a sense. We have as much of it as I want."
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I can't panic. If I panic, Schuldig will know before anyone. If he can stand it, so can I.A sneaking thought insisted on telling him that if he did give into fear that Schuldig might very well make it a point to hunt down Reno and tell him details just to send his Turk into a rushed rescue. All he could hope was that Barret had listened to what he said, would make Reno go elsewhere tonight ( ... )
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"I am truly expecting no response," he replied, plucking a little glass vial from the cart. In his other hand was a hypodermic needle. "My only task is to observe. Experimenter's bias, you know. It can be quite troublesome."
He was obviously taking his time, drawing it out. Why not? Rushing into things...that would ruin the experience. This was as much a social experiment as it was anything else. Otherwise, it would be a waste of a perfectly good human subject; he might as well use an animal. Human subjects should be treated as human subjects.
With a little sigh of his own - although not bored-sounding, but the kind that anticipated an event - he turned around. The syringe could be seen clearly in his hand, but not what was inside it.
"But if you insist," he said, "I believe you did fail to ask me what it is I plan on doing to you. Shall I tell you what I am sure a man of your intelligence has ( ... )
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