Brainiac 5 woke slowly, his mind rising through a hazy sea of memory. Dinner, talking with Peter, feeling calm and relaxed. Happy. Then the nurses and orderlies arriving, and at first he'd thought was that they'd come for Peter again and he'd fought, desperate to stop that from happening again... But it was him that they'd come for, he'd realised far too late, as they held his arms and he'd met Peter's horrified gaze across the room, flinching as the needle broke his skin and his stomach rolled with fear--
"--Coluan."His eyes flew open and he jerked against the cold metal surrounding him, clamping down on his body tightly. Enough so that all he could do was lie back against the table, his eyes searching what could be seen of the room wildly. All he could see was brilliant white, sterile surfaces, no sign of anyone else at all
( ... )
Ah, he was awake now. His eyes searched the room and the doctor smiled, gazing down upon the multitude of monitors that captured every angle of his new subject. He was seeing something in this setup, as the doctor had hoped, and it was causing his heart to race. Every single bit of this experiment would be recorded, everything about it scrutinized later for further research. He had everything ready, everything perfect. Now it was time to bring the boy genius up to speed.
"You know who I am, Brainiac 5, just as you know why you are here," he said, one finger pressing down on the intercom button. The cold edge to his voice suddenly melted and it seemed as if the doctor was distracted as he began to speak again. It was unclear whether he was speaking to himself or to Brainiac 5, although his questions were most certainly directed at him. "Perhaps the better question is whether or not you are the right subject for this, hm
( ... )
"If you're not sure, then why am I--" he began, but as the unseen owner of the voice continued speaking, Brainiac 5 fell silent, a sinking, twisting feeling settling into his stomach. His eyes closed briefly at the reminder of Clark, a reaction that even if he'd wanted to keep hidden, he wouldn't have been able to. But even with his tormentor mentioning that, Brainiac 5 wasn't going to give him the pleasure of any other reaction
( ... )
"It's not true or it isn't like that?" the doctor asked, smiling as he watched the boy cringe at the painful memories. He had pulled up the files on the others, all those Brainiac 5 had chosen to call his friends. He knew well about the boy named Clark Kent, about Peter Parker, about all of them. He knew and he was willing to use that information to twist the boy exactly as he needed him. "You contradict yourself, Coluan."
It would be an easy task as long as the boy acted as he suspected he might. He was part of this League of Superheroes, wasn't he? He would do as a hero was supposed to and sacrifice himself for the sake of others. A foolish gamble here where the table was stacked against the player, but one that every single hero would take. It was why the would-be heroes ended up dead in an alleyway somewhere in real life.
"Then tell me, what is it like? What is it like constantly failing all those you are supposed to protect?" Best to twist the knife, to make him feel every inch of the pain and rage and futility of his
( ... )
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"--Coluan."His eyes flew open and he jerked against the cold metal surrounding him, clamping down on his body tightly. Enough so that all he could do was lie back against the table, his eyes searching what could be seen of the room wildly. All he could see was brilliant white, sterile surfaces, no sign of anyone else at all ( ... )
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"You know who I am, Brainiac 5, just as you know why you are here," he said, one finger pressing down on the intercom button. The cold edge to his voice suddenly melted and it seemed as if the doctor was distracted as he began to speak again. It was unclear whether he was speaking to himself or to Brainiac 5, although his questions were most certainly directed at him. "Perhaps the better question is whether or not you are the right subject for this, hm ( ... )
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It would be an easy task as long as the boy acted as he suspected he might. He was part of this League of Superheroes, wasn't he? He would do as a hero was supposed to and sacrifice himself for the sake of others. A foolish gamble here where the table was stacked against the player, but one that every single hero would take. It was why the would-be heroes ended up dead in an alleyway somewhere in real life.
"Then tell me, what is it like? What is it like constantly failing all those you are supposed to protect?" Best to twist the knife, to make him feel every inch of the pain and rage and futility of his ( ... )
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