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What Waits [Active/Closed]

Nov 06, 2011 19:10

Who: Mary
Where: Unknown
When: Night 003
What: Experiment
Warnings: Needles, possession, drugs. Graphic descriptions of very bad things.

( Hello Darkness My Old Friend )

!plot, #ghosts, mary winchester (supernatural), &night 003, *closed

Comments 13

was_a_hunter November 7 2011, 01:25:43 UTC

Leaning against the bars, Mary had fallen silent after a short conversation. She was scared, she couldn't help it...they were equipped for a long stay and though she tried to fight the strange beings, she wasn't a match for something that she couldn't touch.

Straightening and backing herself into a corner as they returned, her panic rose as they seemed to focus on her. Her breath quickened as one entered her cell, she wouldn't go quietly, she didn't even know what their intention was. Pulling against the arms, she fought the only way she could think of...attempt to delay them. "What do you want?!"

allthekeys November 7 2011, 02:04:52 UTC

There was no response from any of the figures; the one holding her simply lifted her off the ground, leaving her feet dangling like a child's.

It turned, carrying her from the cell and into the laboratory. A chair that would not look out of place in a dentist's office had been moved into place while she was retrieved. The one carrying her pushed her into the chair, holding her in place while the others began to strap her down, fastening straps across her wrists, ankles, forehead, and chest. She would soon find it difficult to move.

Any protests from the other cages went unheeded; their focus was on Mary entirely.

Another of the beings moved a tray into place next to the chair, a small covered tank occupying a space of honor in the center. They moved in silence, perfectly in sync, and seemed to care little for anything but whatever their purpose was here.

was_a_hunter November 7 2011, 02:20:16 UTC

She was too focused on the figures to care about what the other prisoners were saying; Particularly as her struggling only grew as she was lifted.

Falling silent, she glanced around the room that she was brought to. Why did they bring her to this room? Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the chair. Oh hell no...what the hell were they going to do with her? Breath hitching as she was pushed to the chair, she tried to move her limbs away before they were secured to the chair. D-Dammit.

Looking up as far as the strap on her head would allow, she stared as fearlessly at the beings as she could. They wouldn't break her, if she was going to die here, she'd die honorably.

allthekeys November 7 2011, 02:45:56 UTC

Still silent, the beings moved around her. One uncovering the tray of tools and pulling something that seemed to be a pair of clippers from amid the sterile instruments. It wasted little time, gathering a handful of her hair and applying the device to her scalp.

Another stepped forward, pinning her eyelids back without a word. It worked silently, not interfering with the one shaving her head at all, indeed, they worked together seamlessly, seemingly without any sort of communication. Another device was strapped into place, rendering her head completely immobile. She would not even be able to blink

After making certain she wouldn't be able to move, it reached for something else on the tray, lifting it into her field of vision. The needle was abnormally large and filled with some sort of viscus liquid, violently yellow and almost florescent. The reason for the clamps became apparent as it pushed the needle into the lower part of her eye, calm and steady as it administered the dosage.

was_a_hunter November 7 2011, 03:10:21 UTC

It was a wonder that she didn't start jerking and crying as soon as she saw a glimpse of the vicious looking instruments on the tray. No; instead, she just gripped the arms of the chair tightly. At least it was her and not Dean...she could endure this if it meant that he was safe and away from these people.

She didn't even attempt to move when one started shaving her hair, hair would grow back, it wasn't worth fighting over. What was worth fighting over was when her eyelids were pinned back, the urge to blink frustrating her as she found that she was unable to. "What...what are you doing?" She didn't expect an answer, but she felt the need to ask.

In the state she was in, there wasn't a prayer that she'd miss the needle that was lifted...she prayed that it was anesthetic. Expecting it to go to her arm, she only whimpered softly as it was inserted into her eye, able to feel the liquid as the plunger was pushed. She'd felt worse in her life, but it didn't mean that she wanted it all to stop...