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Post by Shinte on Jan 16, 2008 3:19:28 GMT -5
“Hello, my dear.”
"What the hell... do you want from me..."
“Well, my dear. I want you to play along in this little masterpiece of mine. That’s all.”
“Who are you? Tell me what's going on!"
“Who I am? I am the one who’s here to put you back into a nightmare, one you escaped from. That’s who I am.”
"What?"
[Sound: scream, registered as female]
[Everything goes silent]
She sat in silence, no longer seeing her surroundings.
“Now, we begin.”
“Now, my dear. Do you remember ever being infected with a virus that messed with your ability to jack into the Matrix? Did that even happen?”
"Of course!"
“No, no, no. It didn’t happen, right? You have no idea what I’m talking about.”
"Huh…"
“You don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
"Where am I?!”
“That doesn’t matter, dear. Who are you, my dear? What are you? Is – audio deleted - even your name? What is your name?”
“I'm – audio deleted -”
“No, you’re not, my dear. You’re nothing.”
[Sound: screams, registered as female]
[Audio feed ends]
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Post by Shinte on Jan 16, 2008 17:46:41 GMT -5
They had brought him the second victim much more quickly than the first, something that didn’t surprise him. His crew was often very efficient when it came to meeting his demands. Zion had never been like this, never been so good at their job. A smile tugged at his lips beneath his black bandanna, hands clasped together in manic glee.
“She’s ready, I believe.” He said softly to himself, the grin on his face spreading so wide that it looked as though the lips and teeth had encircled his entire face.
He walked out into the construct, the fluorescent lights above dim, the floor below nearly hidden in a mist of shadow. A figure lay huddled on the floor, seemingly comatose. She wasn’t though, eyes blinking open and closed, adjusting to the lack of light in the large room. The Cypherite knelt down, cocking his head to the left side curiously. “Hello, dear.” He said with a smile.
“Who are you?” The woman asked, running a hand through short, reddish-orange hair.
“Who I am?” He answered with a question, the same as he had done with the previous victim, raising an accusing finger to point at her. “I am the one who’s here put you back to sleep, to erase the nightmare you’ve caused.”
The look of incredulity on her face angered him. How could she not take him seriously? A growl escaped from under his bandanna, the bottom flapping up, propelled by a harsh breath.
“You’re a Cypherite.” She said.
He nodded, before saying with a growl “And you’re meat.” His index finger and thumb snapped together and long, snakelike, black cords rose from the ground.
The red-haired woman screamed as the cords affixed themselves to various parts of her head, raising her off the ground an inch or two. Within the cords, microscopic needles inserted themselves into her skull, digging past bone and flesh to her brain, probing for certain centers for memory, for movement, for speech. Her hands struggled to get to her head to rip out the cords, feet kicking at the air, mouth still open in an endless scream, her sunglasses falling off of her face and hitting the marble floor. The needles discharged electricity into her brain, commanding her speech and her movement. Her arms and legs stopped flailing, mouth closed, eyes glazed over staring at him, and she hung there like a living rag doll, dozens upon dozens of cords attached to almost every single part of her skull.
“Now that you’ve finally shut up, we can work on erasing those pesky memories.” He said with a grin. “Now, first off, the most recent. Did you ever meet a man by the name of Shinte? He was new to the Trust.”
The needles began to discharge electricity into the memory centers of her brain, beginning the process of wiping the memories. She could see Shinte for one brilliant second and then, he was gone. Then, she couldn’t remember. Blood trickled from the right outside corner of her mouth.
“Shin…te…” She said hoarsely. “I…don’t…know…who…that…”
“Of course, you don’t dear. You never were supposed to.” He said with a grin, before asking. “Now, what about Zelenora dying? Who was that? Nobody died, right?”
She looked as though she was remembering it, but the electricity coursed through her brain again and her eyes glazed over as she completely forgot everything about Zelenora. “Zel…” She moaned hoarsely. “No…no…please…I…don’t…know…who…”
Another electrical discharge, another lost memory. For hours, the process painfully continued, the memories becoming increasingly harder for her to remember.
It was not long before she hung there, suspended by the cords attached to her brain, a shell; a doll, without memory. She couldn’t even remember her own name, couldn’t even remember how to speak, how to move. Blood continued to trickle from her open mouth.
“Now,” he said, approaching her, “the fun part. Nighty-night, my dear.”
The red-haired woman screamed, then everything went black.
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Post by Covenant on Jan 16, 2008 18:18:18 GMT -5
((Hoe. Lee. Crap.))
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Post by Lovable on Jan 16, 2008 20:22:21 GMT -5
((Two things...
1.) Excellent writing. ;D
2.) Zelenora?!?! WTF?!? ))
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Post by Fenny on Jan 16, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -5
((Mad props to the rookie doing some serious research before writing his stuff. Zelenora ftw!))
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