A Terrifying Vision of the Future
Morgana screamed in despair when she heard the gunshots, sickening visions of what had happened to Nikola flooding through her head. She struggled, trying to get away despite the knife at her throat. She had to get to him, had to see if he was okay...
"Hold her still!" one man cried and the grip on her arms tightened, hard enough to bruise and she wondered just how firmly he could squeeze before her arm broke. He couldn't be far off.
In her distraction, she didn't see the needle coming, only felt that sharp scratch at her neck. Within moments she felt limp and light-headed, the world going rapidly dark.
She still didn't stop fighting to reach Nikola.
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Morgana awoke an indiscriminate amount of time later to find herself in a glass walled cell in the middle of a laboratory. Highly concerting considering the Cabal's love of experimenting on abnormals, but that wasn't actually the most immediately worrying thing about her predicament. No, she was more startled by the white haired man who was standing next to the bed she was laying on.
Her smiled down at her but the expression didn't reach his eyes.
"Hello Morgana."
Something about him screamed danger, and on instinct she went to get up, to back off, but as soon as she moved the world spun maddeningly and she fell off the bed completely, landing hard on the floor.
The man made no move to help her.
"Careful now," he said almost without emotion. "We need you in one piece."
She forced herself into a sitting position, feeling dreadful; sick, weak and unable to focus. Fear and panic clutched at her throat as she remembered once more the old feeling of being drugged beyond her control. As she remembered the Cabal experiments she'd already seen. Was that her fate too?
"What have you done to me?" she choked out, trying not to let her voice tremble.
"Well," the man said, walking over to her and crouching in front of her, like a predator toying with his prey, "we couldn't leave you with the ability to use your telekinesis now, could we? Not if we wanted to keep you contained."
He was close enough now that, if she really focused her blurred vision on his ID badge, she could read the name; Professor Patterson. The name rung a bell somehow but she couldn't place it.
"Of course, we could have knocked you out entirely," Patterson continued, "but I didn't want to risk damaging you. You're very special Morgana. Telekinetics are relatively common but precognitives of your power...We'd be fools to risk that."
So that was what they wanted her for? Her nightmares?Well she'd be damned if she ever let the Cabal make any use of them.
"I will never tell you anything," she spat back defiantly.
Patterson smiled coldly again.
"You will have no choice. You'll want to tell me. Be eager to."
The implication there made Morgana shiver. The only way she'd want to give him information, was if she was somehow forced into doing. Say by the use of a certain beetle released into the brain stem.
"Now," Patterson said, getting up, leaving her on the floor, "if you'll excuse me, I have to deal with Dr Tesla first."
Inwardly Morgana's heart soared to hear that; Nikola was still alive. Her verbal response was full of anger though, a warning that no one could mistake.
"I swear if you harm him..."
It would make what she'd done to that Cabal man look like a mercy.
"Oh, I intend upon harming him," Patterson said, quite pragmatically. "Then he'll eventually be dead and you? You won't care. You won't even remember his name. Trust me, it'll be better that way."
There was something dark and hurt in that façade for a moment, a personal vendetta springing up above company business. She flinched away as Patterson reached for her cheeks.
"You really are lovely. I'm not sure whether to just kill him, or wait until you've been turned so that the last thing he sees is you standing there, not helping him. I'll have to give it some thought."
Morgana thought too once he'd left her. About how, with her and Nikola both caught and incapacitated, they were going to need a minor miracle to get out of there.
And what had become of Kate?
"Hold her still!" one man cried and the grip on her arms tightened, hard enough to bruise and she wondered just how firmly he could squeeze before her arm broke. He couldn't be far off.
In her distraction, she didn't see the needle coming, only felt that sharp scratch at her neck. Within moments she felt limp and light-headed, the world going rapidly dark.
She still didn't stop fighting to reach Nikola.
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Morgana awoke an indiscriminate amount of time later to find herself in a glass walled cell in the middle of a laboratory. Highly concerting considering the Cabal's love of experimenting on abnormals, but that wasn't actually the most immediately worrying thing about her predicament. No, she was more startled by the white haired man who was standing next to the bed she was laying on.
Her smiled down at her but the expression didn't reach his eyes.
"Hello Morgana."
Something about him screamed danger, and on instinct she went to get up, to back off, but as soon as she moved the world spun maddeningly and she fell off the bed completely, landing hard on the floor.
The man made no move to help her.
"Careful now," he said almost without emotion. "We need you in one piece."
She forced herself into a sitting position, feeling dreadful; sick, weak and unable to focus. Fear and panic clutched at her throat as she remembered once more the old feeling of being drugged beyond her control. As she remembered the Cabal experiments she'd already seen. Was that her fate too?
"What have you done to me?" she choked out, trying not to let her voice tremble.
"Well," the man said, walking over to her and crouching in front of her, like a predator toying with his prey, "we couldn't leave you with the ability to use your telekinesis now, could we? Not if we wanted to keep you contained."
He was close enough now that, if she really focused her blurred vision on his ID badge, she could read the name; Professor Patterson. The name rung a bell somehow but she couldn't place it.
"Of course, we could have knocked you out entirely," Patterson continued, "but I didn't want to risk damaging you. You're very special Morgana. Telekinetics are relatively common but precognitives of your power...We'd be fools to risk that."
So that was what they wanted her for? Her nightmares?Well she'd be damned if she ever let the Cabal make any use of them.
"I will never tell you anything," she spat back defiantly.
Patterson smiled coldly again.
"You will have no choice. You'll want to tell me. Be eager to."
The implication there made Morgana shiver. The only way she'd want to give him information, was if she was somehow forced into doing. Say by the use of a certain beetle released into the brain stem.
"Now," Patterson said, getting up, leaving her on the floor, "if you'll excuse me, I have to deal with Dr Tesla first."
Inwardly Morgana's heart soared to hear that; Nikola was still alive. Her verbal response was full of anger though, a warning that no one could mistake.
"I swear if you harm him..."
It would make what she'd done to that Cabal man look like a mercy.
"Oh, I intend upon harming him," Patterson said, quite pragmatically. "Then he'll eventually be dead and you? You won't care. You won't even remember his name. Trust me, it'll be better that way."
There was something dark and hurt in that façade for a moment, a personal vendetta springing up above company business. She flinched away as Patterson reached for her cheeks.
"You really are lovely. I'm not sure whether to just kill him, or wait until you've been turned so that the last thing he sees is you standing there, not helping him. I'll have to give it some thought."
Morgana thought too once he'd left her. About how, with her and Nikola both caught and incapacitated, they were going to need a minor miracle to get out of there.
And what had become of Kate?