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Into the Darkness

Characters: Link, Vexen, some unfortunate Creepers
Content: Experimentations
Setting: Issa seekrit
Time: Issa 'nother seekrit
Warnings: Possible torture, and some serious WTFery.

Link had been put, not back into the cell with the other subjects, but an isolation chamber with white walls and no exits. Not even a window.

Not that he'd really noticed this for about four hours, seeing as he'd been unconscious when he'd been dropped in by the quartet of dusks. While knocked out, Link had dreamed, though he could not recall on waking of what he had dreamed. This was due, in large part, to a splitting headache that told him just how close he'd come to death.

He had been in this cell half of a day, though he had no way to tell time beyond his own suspicions, when a new set of Nobodies arrived. These were Creepers, and Link thought he saw familiar figures among the shapes they morphed into, though he was given no time to study them closely before he was taken by them to another lab - a lab in which he was promptly strapped to a table. He knew that he could no longer cast any of his spells - he had not been able to imbibe any of the potions he had brought, primarily because they had been among his belongings when they were taken from him.

Bright blue eyes focused on the black-coated figure as quickly as they found him. "Back for seconds?" he asked almost flippantly, though the bleary edge to his voice told that he was incapable of much more than threats.

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Vexen entered the room and began his customary inspection of the subject, circling the table so as to get a view from all sides. What he saw nearly made him curse. Why did they keep sending the damaged subjects to him? He could understand Larxene's irresponsibility, but this sort of action was not something he saw coming from Saix, not while he remained in his right mind.

Of course, that could very well be the problem.

This realization did nothing to help Vexen's mood, and he certainly didn't want to hear anything out of his subject. "Silence," he snapped, seizing the vial of darkness and the syringe and plunging a carefully measured amount of the darkness into his subject's arm.

Link didn't have time to react to the black-coated person's instructions before the needle was plunged into his arm, followed by the most exquisite agony Link had ever experienced. His body went rigid as every nerve caught flame.

Quite understandably, Link screamed. A symbol burned brightly on the back of his left hand, burning bright enough to shine through his leather gauntlets.

And then, it was over. Link could scream no more, his chest heaving with every ragged breath as his whole body shook. The mark burned into his flesh smoked softly, revealing the symbol of the Goddesses. The Triforce.

The flame of courage in his soul burning low, Link raised pained eyes to his tormentor defiantly, teeth bared in a breathless snarl.

Well this was certainly different. Vexen had heard from Lexaeus that subjects sometimes screamed with the infusion of darkness, but he'd not seen it for himself.

Vexen remembered himself long enough to take notes, going so far as to sketch the symbol that had appeared on the subject's hand. He would have to research this, find if it had any meaning. He circled the subject once again, searching for any other changes the darkness had caused. "Stop that," he snapped as his victim snarled. "It was your own reaction that caused you pain."

Link prudently ignored that instruction, primarily because he couldn't help it. His own reaction? That might have been so, but it still hurt like hell.

"Stay away from me," he growled through gritted teeth, fists clenched tight enough that his nails drew blood. If looks could kill, Vexen would have been nothing but a greasy spot on the far wall.

Link did not notice the most telling of physical reactions, mostly because he could not in fact see it. His hands were beyond his range of sight. His vision was swimming; what had this person done to him? Poison? Or something worse...?

Vexen remained completely unfazed by the glares directed his way. "Silence," he snapped again, unwilling to take any more lip from any more of his subjects. Finding no other darkness-induced changes, set his notes down and once again took up the vial and syringe, administering the second injection of darkness.

Had he thought the last one had hurt? Compared to the second dose, that had been positively euphoric. Something nasty was clawing at his sanity now, telling him to give in, that he had nothing to lose, that he had already lost everything. That in the embrace of this nameless force, he could find peace.

Darkness never was much on telling the truth.

His head spinning, Link looked around, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Where was he? Who was the person with the weird thing in his hand? For that matter, who was -he-?

It slammed into his ego wall a half-second later, subverting his last defenses in a bull-rush of neuron impulses. Link's defenses were shattered; all that remained now was a final push, just enough to take him past the brink...

Much to Vexen's disappointment, this reaction turned out to be much the same as the previous one. The subject's skin darkened a few shades, he noted interestedly. This had happened with his previous subject as well - perhaps it was a universal side effect of an overload of darkness? He would have to investigate this.

He also noticed the subject's inability to vocalize. Another interesting point.

Testing awareness, he walked to the head of the table and snapped his fingers in front of the subject's face. "Boy. Can you hear me?"

Link did not know who he was, where he was, or who this stranger was. Par for the course, really.

He did understand what the guy was saying, though. Unable to speak, he nodded once, blinking at the brightness of the room and wishing for some shade from the glaring lights.

Link gazed up at his captor with blank puzzlement, as if to ask why he was here, why he was chained, what his captor wished of him...

Ah, a nod - the semi-universal sign for assent, or at least comprehension. "I see. And..." Vexen trailed off as he saw his subject's expression. Was this a clever ruse, or had the darkness completely wiped his subject's mind?

"Do you even know who you are?" Vexen questioned slowly, starting with the most basic of basics.

Link was lost in a sea of memories that were not directly his own. Countless battles, kingdoms won and lost... and betrayal. A singular dark thread of thought that flowed deeper and wider than any other, a yearning for vengeance on the people who had turned their backs on him because he sought an easier way.

The person on the table focused on Vexen, a razor-edged stare that cut to the bone and burrowed deep into flesh. "I am Link." A palpable presence seemed to be flowing from the prone elf, something far darker than the almost clerical power that had been his only minutes before.

Of all the heroes of the Line, he had to channel -that- one...

(OOC Warning: Where canon fails, I make shit up with wild abandon.)

Now that was different. Where the subject had seemed blank only a moment before, there was now a completely different presence. Vexen allowed a second's worth of wonder as to the possibility of a sentient heartless, then quashed the thought. Only the Superior could have achieved such a thing. No, this seemed more like possession.

"Are you now." He knew Link to be what his subject was called, but he had serious doubts as to whether the presence speaking with him shared that same name.

The presence now inhabiting Link's body was indeed named Link. It was an odd thing; people bearing that name had always been the heroes of Hyrule. Few ever went bad... but this one had.

"I am indeed," he said calmly enough. The notion of a sentient heartless was close to the mark, but not quite right. For while the thing now on the table before Vexen may have been cold, calculating, even evil, but it was not heartless.

"What is this place?" he asked, again with that calm, flat tone. Was there a note of wonder in there somewhere? Maybe. But one would have to dig very deep indeed to find it.

"No matter... I can tell at once that I am held prisoner. That is information enough, I suspect." Was that a smile? No... A smirk. Did Vexen know just what he had unleashed? Probably not. That inquisitive look told the tale. So much the better...

Vexen raised an eyebrow. As intriguing as this complete shift in personality was, he was beginning to dislike it. Last time a subject's personality had changed so completely, said subject had blasted him against a wall and escaped.

Not about to risk that again, he retrieved a bottle of sedative and drew a measured amount into a syringe. He didn't completely trust this sedative anymore - after, the previous escapee had been under a double dose when he'd blasted open the wall and run - but it was the strongest he had, and it would have to do. "I believe," he said flatly to the prisoner, injecting the powerful sedative into the subject's arm and stepping back to wait for it to take effect, "you are misinformed."

"Misinformed? That I'm a prisoner? Considering that you have me strapped to a table in a windowless room and are injecting me with Din only knows what, there are few other things this situation could represent. And quite frankly, I'm not your type."

The sedative took hold of Link quickly, fogging his senses and slowing his thoughts to a point where he could not align them to cast his magic. This was unacceptable; he needed to heal himself, dammit! Not let himself fall prey to this insidious toxin. But he had little choice; he was bound and in the hands of the enemy...

Needless to say, Vexen was not amused at the jokes. Fortunately, the sedative had left his subject in a position from which he could not employ his...unique...sense of humor.

Deciding having the last word to be unnecessary, he simply prepared the last dose of darkness and injected it into his subject.

An oddly serene smile slipped onto Link's face as the darkness flowed into him. Where before he had been weakened, nearly incapacitated by it, he was now strengthened. It would be a while before he awoke... in the meantime, he would take advantage of the rest.

He'd be needing it soon enough.

Vexen simply watched, interest piqued at his subject's reaction. It seemed that while the original presence within this body was pained by the darkness, this new one embraced it. He took detailed notes, certain further observation and analysis would be needed. For now, however...

He snapped his fingers, summoning a trio of Dusks into the lab. "Take him back to his cell," he snapped, intending to leave the subject there until the scheduled release date. "You," he singled out a Dusk, "are to follow him once he is released. Now go." He turned his back on the Dusks, who immediately began to follow his orders, and straightened his notes. He would have a few very interesting reports to write, to be sure.

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