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I just wanted to be the one to make a difference [Completed]
Character(s): Zidane Tribal, Lexaeus, Zexion
Content: Someone is about to start paying some attention to Zidane... He won't be able to handle it.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Warnings: Language. Y'can't blame the poor guy.
Still...blurry...barely here, there...unsure... He was numb. He knew that much. He was numb to his entire stomach area. He was... fairly sure that he didn't even have a stomach anymore. That is was just gone. Fell through the floor and left the rest of his body there, disjointed.
He wanted to know, dammit. Wanted to know where he was, what was going on, if the people he met and tried to help were ok... But there was no one here. No one around to tell him anything - not anyone even around to not tell him anything.
He tried to hum their song - his and Dagger's - to keep him concentrated. Focused. He could beat this... whatever this was.
He wanted to beat the shit out of someone. He wanted to take down Larxene for putting a hole in his stomach, dumped him in some room - or cell, whatever - and leave him to bleed everyone.
He wanted -
Oh god, he wanted to just slip back unconscious. He was so dizzy... and... still blurry...
Content: Someone is about to start paying some attention to Zidane... He won't be able to handle it.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Warnings: Language. Y'can't blame the poor guy.
Still...blurry...barely here, there...unsure... He was numb. He knew that much. He was numb to his entire stomach area. He was... fairly sure that he didn't even have a stomach anymore. That is was just gone. Fell through the floor and left the rest of his body there, disjointed.
He wanted to know, dammit. Wanted to know where he was, what was going on, if the people he met and tried to help were ok... But there was no one here. No one around to tell him anything - not anyone even around to not tell him anything.
He tried to hum their song - his and Dagger's - to keep him concentrated. Focused. He could beat this... whatever this was.
He wanted to beat the shit out of someone. He wanted to take down Larxene for putting a hole in his stomach, dumped him in some room - or cell, whatever - and leave him to bleed everyone.
He wanted -
Oh god, he wanted to just slip back unconscious. He was so dizzy... and... still blurry...
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The first thing on Lexaeus' agenda was checking in on his test subject, and as he neared Zidane, muttered curses could be heard. Leave it to Larxene to injure their test subject and leave him in such a condition. They were lucky that he was a very prompt Nobody, elsewise, the subject might have bled to death.
"Damnable woman," Lexaeus muttered as he went to collect the healing supplies. There was no way he was going to work with a damaged subject, especially not one that ran the risk of dying before he even got started. He made short work of the supplies, administering them to Zidane, and waited for them to set to work. The Nobody was unconcerned with the subject fighting. Given his size, it wouldn't be difficult to pin him down again, if needed.
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But he couldn't. He blinked slowly. He wanted his blood back in his body instead of all over his clothes and the floor and his tail. It lay dead; the most unmoving part of his body.
"Damnable woman." Zidane laughed, though it was strained, and it hurt his dry throat. Oh yes, he knew a damnable woman. He would damn her so many times if her saw her again. That... bitch. "Larxene..." he hissed, and then started to cough. The last time he had spoken was, well, yelling at the blonde haired lightning bolt.
Trying to save Roxas.
Damn impulses of his. Look what situation they got him in. And yet he never stopped getting in them. But this was the worst turnout for him yet. It figured. He blamed Paixao, completely.
He shifted, but not for resisting. It was more that... ...he needed to move. Just a little bit. A small groan. Pins and needles. He tried to focus his vision; caught a glance of the man before he let his head fall back against the wall that he decided to call 'friendly' when he first got here.
He mouthed 'who', but that was as far as he got toward speaking again. He doubted it was even understood, and if it was, he wasn't quite expecting an answer. More black cloaks... There was Axel and Roxas who he viewed as 'safe' and then there was Larxene. He wasn't sure where this man fell. But... Larxene's side was unbalanced. And that worried Zidane.
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The burly Nobody began checking over the supplies in the lab as Zidane healed. The last thing he needed was to not have some crucial item when he was in the middle of the experiment. That would kill precious time, and could, perhaps, ruin the experiment. And Lexaeus was a curious as anyone as to what the results would be. It was masked behind the unamused expression that he seemed to affect more and more often of late.
Certain that everything was as it should be, Lexaeus moved to loom over Zidane. Some days, he knew it to be easier to act friendly. It had better results than the antagonism that Larxene seemed to greet people with. "Feeling any better?"
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"Feeling any better?"
He had dealings with many kinds of people before. He wasn't exactly going to let himself fall into the 'I'm a nice guy' trap from this fellow. He shifted again, awkwardly, his tail flicking up to rest across his legs. Feeling was returning to his stomach, which was growing to be uncomfortable, but it was still better.
He didn't answer the man, but instead shot back a question through gritted teeth. "Where's Roxas?" His eyes narrowed, just a bit.
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His attention instantly fell on the burly frame of Lexaeus, who apparently was checking on their specimen. With swift steps, Zexion went over to the cage to take look at their pri--experimental subject.
The inquire of the monkey boy didn't slip his ears, even though Number VI looked ever so interested at the male teenager. A odd smell lingered around him, it almost had the same essence of a Nobody. But, could it be?
"Roxas?" Zexion smirked, with a loose shrug. "Who knows? Number Thirteen has been quite rebellious these days." The blue haired eyed the bronze haired Nobody with a deep, peering look drenched in seriousness.
"Discovered anything, Lexeaus?"
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Lexaeus looked down at Zexion as he came to stand beside him. Ever of a serious nature, the smaller Nobody was. It was strange, he thought, how serious Zexion could be sometimes...
"Besides the fact that Larxene seems to only be good for bringing in damaged goods?" Lexaeus inquired with a humor that wouldn't be lost on Zexion, and perhaps not their subject, either. There were times when the air needed to be lighter, despite the seriousness of the situation. Lexaeus was sure, though, that it was something that pulled on him from before he became a Nobody. "I've spent more time cleaning up her messes than anything else at present. Although I will note that everything seems to be in order here. We should be set to begin."
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"Who knows? Number Thirteen has been quite rebellious these days." But... Roxas had to be here! Didn't he? Where the hell did Larxene send him if he wasn't? Maybe... maybe Roxas escaped!
He could only hope.
Damaged goods...
Set to begin...
Zidane turned a glare towards the two. Ohhh no, they weren't going to be doing anything to him! Somewhere his memory knew he's been a test subject before, even if he couldn't remember those days. He was not about to be one again.
He looked to the one called 'Lexeaus', the only name he's picked up so far. "Just who are you people anyway? Axel... and that bitch Larxene... and Roxas!" Maybe he should've paid more attention to the message board. He probably would've made it further along. Learned to avoid these black robed people, at all cost.
Oh well. Too late for that now.
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The Nobody took a couple of steps to distance from the cage. "Damn nymph," He said bitterly and fixed his attention on the angry voice of their prisoner. "It appears you aren't that fond of Number XII either. Very understandable." Zexion came closer again, placing his arm against the bars of the cage to lean against them.
"Who we are and who Number VIII, XII and XIII are is none of your business nor concern. But I can tell you, Mr. Ape that you are currently at our full mercy. So, please behave if you ever want to see daylight again."
The Nobody couldn't help but to sneer, mocking a small bow towards Zidane. His dark eyes fixed themselves on Lexeaus, twinkling with mysterious mischief. "Have you felt it?" He asked, "This boy or whatever he is lacks something... He has a soul, but does he have a heart?"
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The burly Nobody watched both Zidane and Zexion, listening to the words exchanged between them. Even as he focused on other things, he was making notes on Zidane's behaviors. There were things to be told in how a person behaved, whether captive or not, clues to their inherent nature.
"Mmmmh," Lexaeus said in response to Zexion's comment. It was a neutral reply, befitting of the fact that he hadn't exactly been looking that far when he came in. After all, one didn't start in the middle of the book...
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monkey-boykind of guy he was!"Who we are and who Number VIII, XII and XIII are is none of your business nor concern..."
Numbers? 13? Just how many of them were there? ...More than thirteen? He frowned. Larxene must have been Number XII then. For a brief moment he wondered about the two in the room, but his thoughts cut off when his mind caught up to the rest of the blue haired man's words.
"APE? I AM NOT A -" though he supposed it was better than 'monkey'. A bit more sophisticated, no? Zidane growled and started to last out with a punch, but even his fist sunk back to the ground, a sharp pain somewhere in his mind. He stared at the man, almost oblivious of Lexaeus.
"This boy or whatever he is lacks something... He has a soul, but does he have a heart?"
He... what? That's stupid... of course he had a heart... Just because he was a bit different didn't make him that different, right? Garland wasn't stupid.
But...
... no he wouldn't behave! This was stupid! He slowly pushed himself into a standing position, keeping on his guard in case the guy closest to him got any bright ideas. Zidane's eyes flared with the life he wasn't sure he even had. "I'm not becoming your plaything!" he snapped defiantly.
His soul was his own! Not theirs.
((ooc: no worries! I just got back recently too, so it's all good.))
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"How about we conjure some Heartless to see how this guy reacts," Zexion suggested with a radiant shine in his spheres. "Or we can the Superior if he's in the mood to lend us Naminé for a bit... I'm sure this kid has a lot of interesting things stuffed in that dirty blonde of his."
If there was a shining mirror in front of him, Zexion would've be sickened by his own sneer, plastered on his features.
"I'm out of ideas, at the moment."
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"I'm not sure the Superior would allow us the use of Naminé for a while," he pointed out. "With Larxene's recent behavior, I doubt he'll be very willing to be generous to any of us, no matter what we might uncover."
Of course, ruling out that idea didn't mean he was without others.
"You do realise, don't you, that the Heartless will rip the lab apart? Perhaps they are better suited to a last resort."
Lexaeus moved to peer down at Zidane with a smirk. "You ponder his heart. Why don't we see how much it takes to push him over the edge?"
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Zidane was still feeling a bit worse for wear, and standing had made his stitched up wounds feel stretched and a bit pained again. His head was in less pain than before, but it still throbbed, and the blinding whiteness of the room - or cell, whatever, he didn't know - was making his eyes ache just enough.
He couldn't understand these two. Words like 'Heartless' went right over his head and didn't make any sense. His hands twitched. He needed to get himself out of this situation and fast. He didn't need to be here; he shouldn't be here. Larxene has a lot of nerve...
Both hands reached for his daggers, only to realize they were no longer there. He had a moment of simply staring at a spot on the ground, speechless. Well, of course they wouldn't let him keep his weapons! He would have loved them to be that careless, but... well, Zidane wasn't that lucky.
Instead he clenched his hands into fists.
At the moment, Zidane didn't need a lot to push him over the edge. He wanted out. He didn't like being caged up for too long, it messed with his head, and there were better things he should be doing then going insane.
But his mind must have been out of whack enough because he, stupidly, made a bolt for the door.
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No matter. If the Superior would not lend Namine freely, Zexion didn't feel there was even a need to ask. He'd rather be done with this drab business, with the data ready to present to the Superior before too long. As it was, they'd wasted far too much time speaking with a subject that could simply be tagged for further observation.
"Then, Lexaeus, we will save that for a later day. For now, let's simply do what was asked of us and be done with it. Do you have the darkness samples?"
Zexion did not look at Zidane, preferring to keep the boy at subject status until the appropriate time.
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Lexaeus, with his size, made a great blockade for the door. He reached out effortlessly and took hold of Zidane, making use of his greater size to keep the kid under control.
"Everything's been set for a while now," he told Zexion as he moved to the table with Zidane. "It's all over there." He motioned with his free hand before turning his attention to strapping their subject down. After all, it wouldn't do for him to squirm as they were working.
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And then he was being dragged and it registered in his mind that he should still be fighting back. He couldn't just be giving in! This wasn't like him at all!! But even as he tried to push, his efforts were getting him nowhere and again he was feeling like a caged animal - ha... no... a strapped down animal. This was terrible... This shouldn't be happening... He had people that needed him - people always needed him! He had to... he had to...
"LET ME THE FUCK GO!" he yelled, furious, but voice raw. He felt like jelly. He sunk against the table and shut his eyes, sore from the restraints. His tail hung over the side and he was mouthing things that couldn't be understood. He thought of Terra and Garland and Dagger and Roxas and Larxene...
Too much failure in such a short amount of time. His energy was so far out of reach and lacking...
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While Lexaeus strapped the boy in, preventing any further movement, Zexion took hold of one of the three different syringes, each with a different potency of darkness at his behest. The first, understandably, was a lighter dose. He wouldn't want to start off too harshly.
As soon as Lexaeus had moved, Zexion undid the vest and tore the shirt covering Zidane's chest and barring any sort of injection. There was no need to sterilize at least, or else Zexion would have to insist that Larxene do it, as form of reparations to him and Lexaeus.
And as a sort of punishment for their subject.
The needle pressed into skin, the syringe contents emptying directly into their source. "I'll take note of the reactions." As soon as the Darkness had rendered him deaf, figuratively, for the moment, Zexion added, "He needs a journal, if you would, Lexaeus. I noticed he didn't have one upon my entrance."
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"Of course," Lexaeus told Zexion. "Shouldn't take too long." In fact, he knew exactly where he could find one. It was just... elsewhere in the lab. And so, Lexaeus vanished. Soonest begun was soonest done, after all.
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. . .
Deaf, maybe. Mute, not at all. He felt the coldness reach his brain and screamed, an awful sound that had never come from him before, twisted and contorted and in so much pain. Eyes shut as much as they could, as though maybe doing so could make it all go away. Make this a dream. Make him delirious.
Delirium... Delirium... thank god she wasn't here... thank god she went again... thank -
He started to struggled again, rocking back and forth against the restraints, throwing his body weight against them, hoping maybe something would come loose.
Nothing like Garland. Nothing like Mikoto could ever do with him, back when she was on Terra. Though his memories of the place for when he was there were buried somewhere, and maybe not even there at all.
A trail of saliva pooled over and leaked down from a corner of his mouth. His eyes were open again and on the move, looking every which-way, rolling from one side to another, up and down...
And then he almost felt strangely at peace. A sloppy, crazed looking smile crossed his face, and then a feeling of shock coursed through his body, and again he went limp. His consciousness slipped, temporarily perhaps.
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The second round was still to come, as well. What could possibly be left after the third round, Zexion wondered? Would he be looking in the face of a heartless, and would there be a nobody standing beside it? Ah, and that brought up the question of whether Zidane would be strong enough or not to actually make a human shaped nobody.
The second syringe was in his hand, allowing only a five minute interval between shots. They were on such a tight schedule. Then, the second shot was injected as well, with one more round to go, each more potent than the last.
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"One journal, as requested," Lexaeus said. He was looking at Zidane, watching the kid with curious eyes. Reactions were always a good thing in an experiment.
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On the outside, his shell-like body (was he really so much of a shell? He didn't want to be... he didn't want those thoughts again... he shouldn't react to such thoughts again...) was taking to the injections strangely.
It was almost barely noticeable, but there nevertheless, and clinging close to his body; wisps of darkness trailed away from parts of his skin, especially around where the injection had been, and it weaved back into his body. Settled, then moved out again. Rinse and repeat.
His head rolled to the side. He continued to breathe, but other than the wisps, he looked unaffected.
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One more treatment to go, and then they could be rid of the boy. He took the final, most potent darkness injection, and wasted no time with it. The same spot, made extremely obvious by the wisps of darkness creeping around that very spot, and then one final treatment.
"He is an experiment worth watching, do you not agree, Lexaeus?" He placed the journal in Zidane's hands, not caring really if the boy understood it was his or not. But it was essential that he have one, or else there would be no way to actually watch him once he left the prison.
"You left this," he explained, not caring if Zidane heard or not. "And I should congratulate you, I suppose. You survived."
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"Indeed," Lexaeus replied. "It will be most interesting to see if anything changes in him..." While it seemed like an obvious comment with a most obvious answer, the Nobody's frame of reference lay more with thoughts on how Zidane's relations with the others in the city would change.
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He was seeming awake, eyes opening and staring directly at Zexion, but for a brief moment his eyes flashed yellow before returning back to their dull blue. His senses were faded. When the journal made it into his hands, it slid from his hands because he didn't even realize it was in him.
The darkness that had clung to his body settled somewhere within and he wasn't recognizing everything. His mind was trying to turn back on, like a computer rebooting. All the while blue eyes just continued to stare at Zexion, and he didn't even realize that Lexaeus had returned.
It looked as though he wanted to say something, but words never reached his mouth, and he simply continued to watch the man.
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"It is strange how well he's reacted to the darkness, though he continues to, for the most part, retain his identity and form," Zexion noted coldly, taking the syringes and disposing of them.
"Perhaps Larxene did us an unusual favor with this one. A unique subject is always greatly appreciated by a scientist."
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She hummed, walking towards Zidane with little interest in the other two there. Her entrance was more of a... taunting. "Poor baby...!" Another giggle. "All tied up, when his one true love is causing trouble for us." She turned to look at Lexaeus and Zexion then.
"They're trying to rally a search party. And the lovely Garnet til Alexandros seems to be trying to head it up. Not to mention, she's telling others about the Superior." A laugh. "I thought you might like to know...!"
One more look at Zidane.
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"Indeed," Lexaeus commented. "And surely the results we report will be worthwhile."
Lexaeus frowned at Larxene's sudden and unannounced arrival. Surely she had better things to do than bother them. Perhaps that would be something to discuss with her, no matter what the result might be.
"A search party, you say? How interesting." The sarcasm could be heard in his voice, faint though it might have been. Any searches they attempted would be failures, he was sure. No one would be finding their lab.
"We appreciate the information, Larxene. Next time, please warn us before you drop in. We could have been in the middle of the experiment." The thought that she could have ruined it was left unstated. And Lexaeus looked entirely unamused.
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He hissed and forced his weight to one side, restraints digging into his skin until the point where all his energy - or lack there of - focused in and burst and with a sizzle he found himself on his feet with a trail of darkness linked from the table to his shadow.
He scrambled up and spun around towards Larxene, eyes wild with fury.
And then all too suddenly his pupils shrunk as he took in the information. "G-Garnet...?" he whispered, staggering back. Dagger was here? She was in Paixao? Since... since when? She... she... "...Garnet..." He had to see her! She could be in danger and if Larxene knew about her - had Larxene done something?! No... no... Zidane would protect her! Just because he couldn't protect Roxas from Larxene, didn't mean he couldn't protect Dagger!
He breathed irregularly. "You won't touch her," he spat at Larxene. "I won't let you touch her!! I'll be there for her... I'll be there... I'll - ARRG!" he cried out, quickly holding his left arm as the darkness pooled down around him and shot painfully through his body. What's going on? What's happening to me?? What did they do to me???
It gathered around his skin. His head lolled back and he felt his energy drain, more and more, and the last thing he spoke was a weak: "...Dagger..." before the darkness snapped and twisted his body up like a rag and he was gone, a puff of blackness left in his wake.
((poof. His exit from the thread~ I'll toss him into whichever thread Garnet is in tomorrow, yes?))