Chapter 3: Descent.   Posted by BookNook.Group: 0
BookNook
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Thu 13 Dec 2012
at 03:17
Chapter 3: Descent
   Days pass. Or is it hours? Or weeks?

   Both of them are fully recovered, and Susan is restless. Being strapped to a bed for so long has made her muscles ache. She would lay on the bed and tense each muscle in her body, one by one. To pass the time, and to make sure they still worked. She hadn't really spoken to William, it only depressed her. But, she wished she could just talk to him, find out what kind of movies he liked, if he liked to read, that sort of thing. But he just.. shut down. He frustrated her, but it didn't bother her, and it was confusing.

   She was clenching her leg muscles some late afternoon, waiting for dinner without an appetite.
William Blake
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 No escape but death.
 They won't let me.
Thu 13 Dec 2012
at 05:24
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
William was asleep, or appearing to be asleep, on the cot beside her, his long fingers twined together across his abdomen. He was fully recovered from the most recent incident of near death, and positively glowed with health. The hollows in his cheeks had filled, his dehydrated, sagging skin back to normal elasticity and a relatively healthy, if still pale, shade.
She heard his stomach growl. William, who was in fact awake, suppressed a sigh. He had been eating his meals. His appetite was back up to full par. He was so disappointed. And why had he been eating? Because she was eating. Or he was eating so that she would eat. He wasn't sure anymore.
Susan Black
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Thu 13 Dec 2012
at 23:59
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
   Susan looked over to him, muttering, "Your breathing is different when you are actually sleeping." she sighed and sat up with a grunt, her wrists still strapped to the bed. She looked toward the door, knowing that an orderly would come in at any moment.
William Blake
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 01:40
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
William didn't answer. He never did when she talked to him while he was 'sleeping.' He only opened his eyes when an orderly jostled his shoulder to wake him, a tray of food on the table beside him. He sat up while the orderly lengthened the leads on his manacles so that he could get the food to his mouth, and looked over to see another by Susan.

The tall, gaunt doctor watched on the screens as the orderlies pushed the food in front of the subjects.
"How's the construction going?" he asked one of his associates.
"It'll be ready within a few days. Really doctor, the design is your best work yet."
A feral grin stretched Dr. Horrible's face, causing even his associate to shiver. "I can't wait to see it in action."

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Susan Black
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 01:54
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
   Susan tried to break the wrist of the orderly that lengthened her bonds, but they were becoming cautious, and managed to get away with all of their fingers. Looking down at the add water potatoes, green peas and the bland piece of freezer chicken, she grimaced, "Is it just me, or is the food getting, worse?" she picked up a green pea, no longer allowed utincils, and popped it into her mouth.
William Blake
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 02:29
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
William waited until she had taken her first bite, then sighed, tucking in. They wouldn't give him utensils either, in case he managed to get it to Susan or let her violent attitude rub off on him. He ate quickly and cleared his plate within a minute. He pushed the tray away and the orderly re-secured his wrists, taking up the empty tray and going to wait by the door for the other orderly. William stayed sitting up in bed, hands in his lap. They let his leads be a bit longer than Susan's, since he hadn't tried to kill anyone for awhile. If his face itched he could bend down and scratch it.
Susan Black
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 02:42
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
   Susan ate her peas and sat back, not very hungry. The orderly quickly forced her hands back down, and took the tray to exit the room with the other woman. She watched, and listened to the door lock. Grumbling she sat back, and another boring evening commenced.
William Blake
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 02:54
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
A few minutes after the orderlies left, William began to feel a familiar, warm, kind of swirly feeling. "Huh," he said with a slightly slurred voice. "I've been drugged. Wonder... why." His head tilted back and forth as he started to succumb to the drug that had been in the chicken. Susan hadn't eaten it. He figured that either he was the only one they wanted unconscious, or in a moment an orderly would be by to giver her an intravenous shot.
Susan Black
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 03:10
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
   Susan looked over sharply at his words, "What?" she watched his head roll, and felt a jolt of panic race through her. The door opened, and an orderly came in with a bottle and a cloth.

   "Lay down, Black." she said sweetly, "It'll be faster this way." she set the bottle down on the table and opened it.

   Susan shook her head and started to wiggle, "You know I won't."

   Without the bat of an eye, the orderly poured the liquid onto the cloth, and with one hand held the back of Susan's head, and with the other she pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose. Susan shouted muffled words, and after only a few seconds, her eyes rolled and she fell back onto the bed, out cold.
William Blake
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Fri 14 Dec 2012
at 03:38
Re: Chapter 3: Descent
The next thing either of them knew, they were lying side by side in a small, white room. It was lit by a small strip of fluorescent light that followed the edges of the ceiling. The walls reflected the harsh light in distorted spots of white. Except for one wall, the one their feet were pointing at. The wall moved silently back and forth, leaving an opening small enough for one person to get through every time it touched the opposite wall. Beyond it, they could see more moving panels.