Chapter 4: Abyss.   Posted by BookNook.Group: 0
William Blake
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Thu 7 Apr 2016
at 01:08
Re: Chapter 4: Abyss
His eyes shuddered away from the words, and he cast about for something else, anything else to occupy his mind. "Susan," he found himself saying. "Tell me about you. How did you grow up? How did you get stuck here? Does someone out there cry for you?"
Susan Black
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Tue 10 May 2016
at 18:09
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   Susan stiffened and sat back, a pained tightness in her eyes, "I... No. No one cares about me out there." she sighed angrily and shook her head. Turning, she sat back against the wall next to William with her legs up, and laid her arms across her knees, "My mom died when I was little. Maybe six or seven. She didn't know who my dad was. I got put in an institute for troubled kids in Montana. I stayed there for years. Wreaking havoc. Before, well, guess there's no point lying about this." she took a deep breath before charging ahead with quick words, "I became a con artist. Part of a group of criminals really. No family, no place to stay. We traveled around the mid-west, doing jobs for cash and stealing a lot."

   Shaking her head, Susan smiled ruefully and ran her fingers through her hair, "Mark was our 'leader'. He was the oldest. I had been with the group for about a year, after running from the institute. Occasionally, while on a job, one of our members would 'wreck the gob' or 'run away', according to Mark. I was so stupid. I can't believe I didn't see a pattern until it was right in front of me. I saw him knock out and sell a girl from our group to someone. I didn't get back to everyone in time before Mark got me and threatened me. Then, the bastard brought me here and sold me." she leaned back and thunked her head against the wall, "I look back and think of all the things I could've done. Ran away despite being watched by Mark, just shouted to everyone about his lies... I don't know. But not standing up is what got me here, and I was done with it."

  "Now, I want to get out of here, find him and..."
Susan trailed off, knitting her eyebrows at the ceiling, "Get those other kids away from him." she glanced over to William, looking somewhat tired.
William Blake
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Tue 10 May 2016
at 23:27
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He listened to her story with an expression of wonder. "Wow. A con artist?" He laughed delightedly. "That's so cool!" He sobered a little when he thought about how she had been betrayed. "Wow. Mark sounds like a read dirt bag." He sighed, reaching up to rub at his nose. "That's a good goal for if we escape. Mine is to find my parents and show them I'm not dead. But first... we've gotta get out of here. Some... somehow."
Susan Black
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Thu 12 May 2016
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   "But what about you?" Susan asked, turning her head to look at him with curiosity, "What about your life before you came here? How did you end up in this place?"
William Blake
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Mon 16 May 2016
at 22:04
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William blinked at her, and then his eyes became glazed as he looked back into the haze of his memory. His brow twitched in a slight frown, creasing the skin between his eyebrows.
"When I was a kid I was diagnosed with acute ADHD," he began. "Man, my parents could barely handle me. Even the lithium barely calmed me down. My parents had decided that was the best they could do though, and tried to homeschool me. Public school wasn't an option from the first, that's how bad it was. They were good teachers," he said, smiling a little, "Letting my attention bounce to whatever topic, but they always tried to enforce the basics. Anyway, as I got older, I became aware that there was something wrong with me. Other kids could focus and hold still for a lot longer than I could.

"I wanted to be a writer, like my dad. I really liked his stories that he read to me. I wanted to make things like that too, but I couldn't focus long enough to get anything done. My dad could sit in one place for hours and hours, just typing away. I couldn't. My brain just... couldn't take it. I started bothering my parents about more treatment options. Wasn't there anything that could be done for me?"
He chuckled, eyes soft with affection. "They told me that I was fine, that I could learn to live with it. But I didn't want to, I hated it. I was intellectually aware of how limited my own mind was, how I was physically unable to sit down and do something that I really wanted to do. I didn't believe I was strong enought to overcome it on my own. I insisted."

The skin around his eyes tightened, and he sighed bitterly. "They found this place. They were advertising an experimental new treatment for ADHD." He met Susan's gaze. "I checked in voluntarily for a five week program. I said goodbye to my parents. My mother hugged and kissed me. My father told me he'd see me on the flip side. I waved, and walked through those doors of my own free will." His head lowered, eyes welling up at the memory. "They had told my parents that they would not be allowed to see me until the treatment was over. That it would interfere. The horror began immediately for me. I was 'cured' of my ADHD in the first two weeks... the threat of the worst pain I had ever known was enough to keep me focused and still, no matter how badly I wanted to move. But then... they didn't let me go. They decided to keep me, for whatever reason.

"I remember being sedated to be moved to this secret underground part of the place. I overheard an orderly telling a secretary to fill out a death certificate, and to be sure to include the forms that negated any liability of the facility in my death. I started to panic, I thought they were poisoning me. But then I woke up in this room. This very room, four years ago. I worked out what had happened; they had told my parents that I had died."
A cynical smile twisted his mouth. "They tried to convince me for a while that my parents had abandoned me and didn't love me anymore, but I knew. Dr. Horrible was super pissed about that." The smile faded, replaced again by sorrow. "It's not much, but one thing that kept me going for years was that knowledge. They still loved me. And I knew they must be crying for me. In a way... that was almost worse than what they wanted me to believe."
Susan Black
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Sat 3 Sep 2016
at 16:12
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   Susan listened with a quiet expression that hardened as his story came to a close, "How dare they!?" she railed, jumping to her feet, "Break apart a family without a second thought! Destroy lives! Not only ours but the ones we know." she raked her hands through her hair, as if unable to find an outlet for the rage she felt, "Playing God and being the Devil, with peoples' lives. No one has the right to do that."
   She began pacing back and forth, her eyes hard and her mouth set in an angry line. She was sick of this, she had to think of something they hadn't tried yet. Something that would work.
   An idea struck her and she stopped pacing, her head raised. But, she didn't want to let the Doctor know that she might have a plan, so she sighed and slumped down next to William and the wall, "But I don't know what to do." she made brief but intense eye contact with him and absently began pointing to letters on the wall, as if she were going over what he had traced in so long ago. 'S' 'H' 'O' 'W' 'E' 'R' 'S' she paused and glanced at him before continuing, 'D' 'R' 'A' I' 'N' 'S'.
William Blake
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Sat 3 Sep 2016
at 19:50
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William watched her pace with a small, affectionate smile. Telling that story had drained him; while he wanted to jump up and rant as well-- he had very strong feelings on the subject-- he decided that the wall was more comfortable.
When she sat beside him again and fixed him with a piercing glare, a shock of goosebumps and tingles went through his body. He felt like his ears should be ringing, it was so intense. It burned away his weariness, and he watched attentively as she spelled. When she was finished he looked at her and shrugged a little, face uncertain.
"I don't know either," he agreed softly. He made a circle with his hands, his fingers overlapping about an inch. The drains in the showers were about that size, he thought. Often, he wasn't even awake when they washed him, but when he was he had stared down at the drains while being forced to wash in full view of everyone else. He showed Susan, raising an eyebrow.
Susan Black
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Wed 22 May 2019
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   Clenching her hand into a fist, Susan pressed her lips together in agitation. "Think, think... think.." Her thoughts jumped from one idea to the next, catching and dismissing in quick succession. Underground facility, desert, surveillance, no help from the outside. Sighing, she pressed a palm to her forehead and muttered, "Do you think any of the people that work here, have any kind of conscience? Anyone that would help us?" she raised her chin, and lifted her finger to touch letters on the wall again, 'E' 'L' 'E' 'V' 'A' 'T' 'O' 'R'.

   She was a con-artist for goodness sake! Maybe the could play their way out. That didn't seem likely at all. This was an experimental facility that would still enjoy watching a spectacle like that.
   Susan let her tense shoulders drop slightly. Spectacle.
William Blake
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Fri 24 May 2019
at 07:23
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William shook his head. "No. Lots of the people here are former patients, conditioned to follow orders or be punished. Others are here because they... like being cruel. I've tried. Once, I made a friend among the orderlies. His name was Alex. But it turned out to be a trick. A betrayal. So... no. No hope there."
He also idly traced his fingers over the words, pausing at 'K' 'E' 'Y' 'C' 'A' 'R' D'. He glanced at her to see if she'd seen, then continued. 'S' 'C' 'A' 'N' 'N' 'E' 'R'. He sighed as his fingers moved. "I carved these words so angrily. So hopefully..."
Susan Black
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Sat 25 May 2019
at 20:03
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   Susan did see, and leaned forward to rest her forehead against the wall, "Hope... I almost don't want it anymore." turning her head slightly to look at him, she felt the heavy weight in her chest ease slightly. Acting both out of impulse and desire, she leaned forward and kissed William. She knew they were watching, knew they were smiling... but she had to. For now, damn the consequences.
William Blake
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Tue 28 May 2019
at 18:04
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William tried not to think about consequences as Susan kissed him, but he couldn't help it. He had been "paired" before. His return kiss started stiff as his eyebrows drew down into a frown, and his hands were unconsciously balled into fists. They opened after a moment, reached up to cradle her face. But the sick feeling in his stomach refused to leave.

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Susan Black
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Wed 26 Jun 2019
at 22:49
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   Feeling the stiffness of his kiss at the start, Susan opened her eyes and leaned back slightly. Her face still cradled in his hands, her eyebrows cinched together. She searched his eyes, knowing why he was reluctant, and she still felt the sinking in her heart. Taking his hands in her own, she pushed them away gently and mumbled an apology before getting to her feet. Taking a few quick strides to the door, she pounded her fist against it and yelled, "Let me out! Let me out now!"
William Blake
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Thu 27 Jun 2019
at 19:41
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William scrubbed his hands over his face, then got up and chased her to the door. "Hey," he said gently, taking her arm. "I'm sorry too. It's just... what if..." He took a steadying breath, but the depth of his horror was obvious in his eyes, in his voice. He leaned in close and whispered so softly he was barely audible. "What if you got pregnant?"
Susan Black
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Mon 1 Jul 2019
at 03:06
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   Slumping against the door, Susan covered her eyes with a hand. Thoughts and horrors racing through her head, she took a shuddering breath and nodded once, "You're right. That's..." she trailed off, feeling too worn out to try and vocalize the nightmarish situation that would be. Shaking her head, she pressed the palms of her hands to her eyes. They're winning..."
   "No!" she said, as forcefully as she could, which, still wasn't very forceful. She pushed off from the door to look at William, hands on her hips, eyes desperate, "I'm not going to live, or die, in this hell hole." She turned to look at the camera, "I'm going to cut off your balls and shove them down your throat!" With a quick gesture that involved a raised middle finger, she turned back to William and placed her hands on his shoulders, trying mightily to keep up her bravado, "I.. am going to get us out of here. I'm going to take you back to your family."
   A thought struck her suddenly, her eyes filled with sadness, and she tried to hide it behind a smile, "And I think I know how I'm going to do it."
William Blake
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Mon 1 Jul 2019
at 08:15
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William saw the look in her eyes but wasn't sure what it was. He felt alarmed, and reached for her shoulders. But when he opened his mouth to speak, no words came to him. He tried a few times, but there was something about how she'd said that, something in her voice. He searched her expression, brown eyes darting back and forth. "What do you... what do you mean?" he finally asked. Her determination to escape... he had been willing, even eager, to play along and plan and try. He admitted to himself that he didn't really believe they would get out. But something in Susan had broken just now. He had no idea what, and found himself terrified. Speechlessly panicked. Without knowing why, he stepped away from her and let his hands drop to his sides, waiting for her answer.

******

Eyes on the monitor, Dr. Horrible made a dissatisfied noise. "They're not going to do it," he grumped. "I was worried W. Blake's previous experiences were going to be an obstacle. But what were we to do? He is the prefect subject. Breeding him was imperative." He sighed and sat at his desk, opposite one of his colleagues. "And there will be no forcing the issue. It would have had to have been their decision. So. We move on with the alternate plan. Report." He steepled his fingers before his lips as his colleague opened a white binder.

"The virtual reality tests worked far better on S. Black than on W. Blake. They both fear losing each other, but S. Black's were more... focused. Her fears of his injury or death were pretty thoroughly explored. The only actionable thing we were able to glean from Mr. Blake was that he fears his affection for S. Black will simply result in her death and/or torture. Basic stuff, really." He chuckled. "You'll have to watch the recording sometime. Especially the moment when the girl watches the boy's neck snap."

Dr. Horrible nodded, poking at some papers on his desk. "Once the separation chamber is signed off on, I'll have time for a little pleasure. The perks of the job."

"Yes. But," the other doctor said, closing the binder. "Do we really need the separation chamber? Why not just restrain the girl, make her watch that way?"

Dr. Horrible blinked, then leaned over the desk with an intense look in his cruel eyes. "Those two subjects are at the point of development where they are beginning to realize how much they need each other. They are thinking about what they would be willing to endure for each other. How far they are willing to go. What they are willing to sacrifice for the other. So we drive them to those decisions." His lips pulled back in a rictus grin. "We see what they offer to us. We see how well they bargain with absolutely nothing to bargain with. I want them to be able to move, to scream, to beg with every inch of their bodies. Able to do everything but touch each other. You'll see. That's why we'll be making the girl watch first. She's not so used to life here. We'll get something interesting out of her, mark my words."

His colleague conceded with a nod, and stood to leave. Dr. Horrible turned in his chair and angled the monitor so he could watch sitting down. "They won't give us the leverage of a fetus, fine. It just means that once we're done with W. Blake, we'll be able to move on to S. Black once he recovers. No reason to spare her if there's no fetus to risk losing."
Susan Black
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Tue 2 Jul 2019
at 01:14
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   Running her fingers through her hair, Susan took a deep breath. William looked so worried, terrified even. He was stronger than she was. She knew that now. He deserved to go home, to a family that loved him, and would help him when he got back to them. A part of her felt black, shriveled up inside. Maybe like that, it wouldn't hurt so much anymore.
   She took a step closer to him and reached out to touch his arm, whispering softly, "I mean that.. I'll do whatever it takes to get you home to your family."
   Susan heard footsteps, the lock on the door began to turn. Placing her hands on both sides of his face, she smiled gently, "Because I love you."
William Blake
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Tue 2 Jul 2019
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Reaching up to grab her wrists, William held them firmly in place as his breathing quickened in distress. "You... you can't..." He felt a hand close on his shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, he fought them, jerked away from them. "You can't...!" He pulled Susan with him to the far side of the cell as the orderlies grabbed for them both. He kept trying to speak, but he could barely get the first few words out. He was half blind with terror and anger. But he just stuttered as they ran out of space and slammed into the wall, and then were slammed again as the orderlies caught them. "You can't lea--" A fist connected with William's stomach and the words were lost in a whoosh of breath. You can't leave me. Why couldn't he say it? His eyes left her face and fell on a section of wall. The lyrics carved there, long forgotten, seared into his mind along with the image of Susan's gentle, sad smile.

Under the knife I surrendered
The innocence yours to consume
You cut it away
And you filled me up with hate


Then there was only the ground as he was pinned and restrained. He couldn't get his breath back to tell her. To beg her not to leave him.
Susan Black
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Thu 4 Jul 2019
at 02:52
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   A choked sob escaped Susan as her hands were jerked behind her back, "Don't hurt him anymore." she said, not fighting the restraints. She watched him as she was dragged to the door, tears spilling down her cheeks, blurring her vision. Was this the last time she was going to see him? She didn't doubt for a single instant that they would let her say goodbye. Blinking furiously, she called out, "I love you, Will!" and then she was pulled forcefully through the doorway and out into the hall.

   One hand on the back of her neck, forcing her head down, the other on her arm, the orderly marched her away. She didn't fight, her tears stained the faded blue hospital top she wore. She tried to envision William with his parents, at home, smiling and laughing. He would be so happy, she told herself. The orderly pulled her sharply around a corner, and she nearly lost her balance. His mother would hug him everyday. She heard a scream off in the distance. He would watch TV, and read books. At a doorway, the orderly pinned her to the wall while he opened the door with his I.D. Once it was open, he didn't bother taking the restraints off and merely pushed her inside. Hitting the floor hard, Susan stayed where she was, catching her breath. He would be happy, she thought again, pinching her eyes closed and biting her lip.

   She didn't move for a long time.
William Blake
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Sun 7 Jul 2019
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 William fought.

He kicked, he bit, he threw his weight around. He fought them every step. Finally they threw him to the ground and one of the orderlies left to get a sedative while the other sat on him. He wriggled for all he was worth, but the restraints weren't coming off and neither was the weight of the orderly, crushing him against the floor. Finally, he wept. He let his forehead rest against the cool linoleum, and cried harder than he had for years.

He remembered what Susan was going through. They were breaking her, and it broke him to see it happening to her. His mind was a whirlwind, raging and screaming when he was used to it being quiet, so quiet.

The second orderly returned and jabbed a needle in his neck. After a minute William felt a wave of forced calm, felt all his muscles relax, and once he was lying motionless and limp the orderlies hefted him by his arms and dragged him along. It was some sort of relaxant; it took all his willpower to remember to breathe. And he was awake, though he was groggy and his vision was blurred. He was aware.

They took him to a room and propped him up on an examination bed, untied him, then roughly pulled off all of his clothing. A doctor then poked and prodded, and William realized he was getting a checkup. He looked away from the people and focused on the ceiling, trying to ignore the feelings of humiliation and violation, to protect himself, and he fell into old habits, old thought patterns that took his mind away from cold fingers and instruments. As he daydreamed, the doctor checked him over thoroughly. He didn't hear what was said about his health, didn't come out of his own thoughts until he was lifted from the bed.

Naked, he was dragged to a nearby shower block. There, they scrubbed every inch of him with some kind of stinging, disinfecting soap. He stared at the drains the whole time, feeling his breathing quicken as the sedative slowly, slowly wore off. They were preparing him for something. He could twitch his fingers, but not much else. Once he was clean to their satisfaction, one of them took a handful of his hair and lifted his head. He barely felt the discomfort. He saw a nurse approaching with scissors and an electric razor in his hands. A trickle of relief permeated through his otherwise locked down mind; his hair had been long and falling annoyingly in his eyes for weeks. It had been months since his last cut. It was probably longer than Susan's by now.

But the nurse just eyed him, head cocked to the side, and pointed as he spoke, gesturing. William couldn't make out what he said. The sound of water was too loud in his ears. After a few back and forth comments and both orderlies taking turns at roughly grabbing at his hair, the nurse left without doing anything. William was confused as he was flash dried, the water hissing off of his skin and the sudden dry heat making pinpricks of sweat rise painfully through every pore. He remained confused as they quickly dressed him in a plain white, short-sleeved hospital top and long white pants. He could nearly stand by himself. His hands were cuffed again and he was led on a long walk, down elevators and through checkpoints.

Finally, he was deposited in a very strange room. The orderlies walked him in, forced him to sit on the floor, removed his restraints, and left through a door that hissed closed. He leaned back against a pristine white wall, slowly taking in his surroundings as the sedative worked it's way through him. The room was sectioned in half by a perfectly transparent wall. It's surface was broken by a round, slightly concave section in the middle, with seven circles of opaque plastic arranged symmetrically inside. A hexagon, six circles arranged around a seventh in the center. He could see little hinges in the clear plastic, so he assumed they opened and closed. The room was well lit and sterile, a stark counterpoint to the grubby cinderblock of his old cell. He was alone in his half, and the other half, which had it's own door, was empty. After an hour or so, he forgot about his confusion and was able to stand and walk around, and his mind returned to thoughts of Susan, and the whirlwind it had been before the shot of relaxant.

He angrily swiped his damp hair out of his eyes as he paced. How dare she? Drag him back from the brink only to decide to step up to it herself? William cursed and rubbed at his arms. He didn't know what she intended to do, but whatever it was, it scared the hell out of him. He couldn't let her do it. He loved her too much. The look in her eyes... it haunted him. What was it? Fatalism? Resignation? Defeat? He felt tears rising again as he thought about it, but shoved them down. He just needed to talk to her. To tell her that she couldn't. Whatever it was, she just couldn't.
Susan Black
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Mon 8 Jul 2019
at 03:20
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   The door opened, Susan still hadn't gotten up off the floor. She looked up at the two orderlies from where she sat and took a deep breath, "I want to see the Doctor." she said softly. She'd been thinking, ever since she had stopped crying, and knew that she didn't have much to work with. She had nothing to work with.
   Hands under her arms, she was lifted bodily from the floor and marched out into the hallway. "I want to talk to the Doctor!" she said, jerking her arms slightly. She received no change or response from the burly men, and they continued to take her swiftly down the hallway.

   They reached a room with an examination table, and before she could say a word, a nurse stuck a needle in her neck, "Ow! I want to see the Doctor!" she shouted. As she was brought over to the examination table, her anxiety rose, just as she felt the forced effects of a relaxant of some kind. Once on the table, her clothes were removed and she could only manage a weak protest. Limbs like lead, she could only focus on breathing while a doctor seemed to be giving her a checkup.
   "She is fine. Despite elevated stress and being slightly underweight. Situation considered, she is in good shape.

   She was lifted off the table, and carried into a washroom. After being scrubbed head to foot in a painful fashion, she was dressed in white shirt and pants. The strength was returning to her arms and legs, "Gett me th' Doc-tor." she slurred. Hands cuffed behind her back, she was lead down further into the hospital.

   As she they turned around a corner, most of her strength returned by now, she saw Dr. Horrible standing down the hallway. Her mouth was suddenly dry. He was standing, slightly stooped, his hands clasped behind his back, and a wry smile on his pale face. The orderlies grip on her upper arm tightened as he jerked her to a stop in front of the Dr. "You.. asked for me." It wasn't a question, and it sounded dangerous.

   Licking her lips, Susan looked up at him through her lashes, her heart pounding in her throat, "I want you to let William go free. Send him back to his family, and leave him alone. Forever." she prayed that she sounded more authoritative than she felt.
   An eyebrow rose, "Why should I do that?" Did he look amused? Yes. She decided. He did look amused.
   Angry now, Susan raised her chin, "If you send William home, and leave him be.. I'll do anything you want. I won't fight. I'll cooperate." she kept her voice steady, knowing full well that she was begging. She just didn't want to sound like it. She knew that Dr. Horrible knew how important Will was to her. "For the rest of my life." she added in a whisper.
   A slow, menacing, smile spread over his thin lips, "It's a start S. Black. But you'll have to offer me more than that." waving his hand in dismissal, the orderly pulled Susan toward the door.
   Panicked, Susan shouted, "I don't have anything more!"

   The doorway closed on his broad smile, and he was gone. Down another small hallway, and finally into a room she had never seen before. She was thrown to the ground, held down while the cuffs were removed, and then left there as the orderly closed the door behind him with a hiss.

   Stupid! She berated herself, tears of frustration stinging her eyes. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and raised her head, to see William on the other side of a clear dividing wall.
William Blake
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Mon 8 Jul 2019
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He had been pacing with his arms crossed, but when he saw her, he rushed to the wall. When she saw him he was speaking, but no sound crossed the divide. He was frowning, looking at her imploringly as he spoke, unaware that she couldn't hear him.
Susan Black
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Mon 8 Jul 2019
at 14:57
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   Susan pushed herself to her feet and crossed to the wall. She placed a hand on the clear surface and looked at him with her eyebrows drawn together. "I can't hear you." she said, shaking her head and pointing to her ear. Her eyes searched his face, and it felt like a hand had closed a tight fist around her heart. What more do I have?
William Blake
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Mon 8 Jul 2019
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Blinking as comprehension dawned, William's expression turned to one of frustration. He took a step to the side and poked at the opaque circles, but they didn't budge even when he pounded a fist on them. Susan barely even heard the impact. He hurried back to face her, looking urgent.

He jabbed a finger into the wall, pointing at her. You, he mouthed clearly.
He crossed and uncrossed his arms before him repeatedly in a negative gesture, shaking his head as he mouthed, Cannot.
He fixed her with a fierce glare and pointed to the door. Leave.
Then he gestured sharply to himself with both hands, holding her gaze. Me!
Susan Black
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Tue 9 Jul 2019
at 01:30
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   Susan pressed both hands to the glass-like wall, taking a moment to think of how to communicate what she wanted to say. His eyes, she hadn't seen them like this before. They looked to be almost crackling with.. determination, anger, resolve. She lifted her shoulders in a heavy shrug, How else.. she mouthed slowly, before gesturing to herself, can I she reached her hands out to him imploringly, save you?
William Blake
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Tue 9 Jul 2019
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Re: Chapter 4: Abyss
When he understood her, his mouth dropped open as a look of flabbergasted wonder settled on his face. He stepped as close to her as he could, pressing the length of his body against the divide. His dark eyes had something fathomless in them.

You have, he said to her, eyes becoming misty.

You have.

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