Into the Darkness

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.