paixaorpg | Part B [Completed]

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Part B [Completed]

Characters: Laharl and Vexen
Content: The second half of the experimenting.
Setting: Solitary then a lab.
Time: Time has lost meaning. :Db
Warnings: Mostly angst, bit of violence... uh... yeah.

From somewhere beyond the room of cells, deep within whatever unusual building they were in, the air was pierced by a distant, almost inhuman, howl. Something or someone in agonizing pain.

A good few minutes later dusks had come and gone, leaving behind the body of the limp and broken blue-haired demon. His arms had been folded behind him and bound in place tightly. The smell of something burned lingered around him, and his small body still twitched involuntarily. It was not fire that had caused this, but the signs of being electrocuted.

Anyone else would have died from the shock he'd recieved, but he still was alive, a testament to his strength, however, he was barely conscious. His breathing was slow and laboured, and his crimson eyes open, but held a blank and empty stare, but for a couple lingering tears in their corners.

He was in utter shock. Lost and unreachable from any who tried to speak to him. Until he, like everyone else, was finally whisked away one last time.

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Everything had become a blur ever since he'd been tortured again by Larxene. He'd been in terrible pain and having trouble just keeping conscious, for all the good it had done him. Eventually he had given into the welcoming darkness, and there he had stayed for sometime, till he'd finally found himself stirring again, only to be met by darkness and silence. He was alone.

He still couldn't move, the sedative still leaving an uncomfortable fog in his head that he was almost growing accustomed to now. He had enough sense to realize his arms were still bound behind him, if not for the sedative he'd have been even more uncomfortable. He ached, everything ached so much, but he was alive.

Finally after sometime he found his voice and called out, but had no reply. He hated being alone. He never liked to admit it, but it was something that he'd never liked. Being alone meant everyone had left him.

How long had he been here now? Where was Etna and Flonne? Were they looking for him? They would come for him, wouldn't they? He had no company but for his own thoughts for hours on hours, till finally he gave way to sleep once more.

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When Laharl woke again it was much the same. Darkness. The only interuption to this had been a couple dusks, and a needle. He could only grumble at them as once more he was given the shot of the serum keeping him immobile and useless.

His frustration was mounting. How could he ever face Etna after this? Or any of his vassals... This shouldn't be happening! He was the Overlord! He ruled because he was the strongest. If the Netherworld heard about this, what would happen? Or what about... No wait... He didn't even want to begin to think about the Dark Assembly.

He needed to find a way out of this! But... how? Nothing was going in his favor. He could only wait. He had no choice but to wait and stare into the unending darkness. Now, he loved the dark. He was a demon afterall, but right now he wouldn't mind somewhere bright, really bright, like... Celestia. It's blue sky and fluffy clouds... and Flonne's stupid smile... er...

He almost smiled in spite of himself at the stray thought, and after a moment's thought, he did. Yeah, even he wouldn't mind seeing that right now. Flonne... she was such a... "bright" thought, shining through all the darkness. For now it eased him.

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He was losing track of time as he slept and woke. In fact, he had little sense of anything anymore. How long had he even been here now? Days? A week? Longer even? He couldn't tell anymore. He was too confused from the drugs and from the dreams that plagued him as he doze, leaving him even more disoriented when he woke, being unable to tell if he'd been asleep for hours or only mere minutes.

Darkness was all he knew, until he got a visit that was different from the ones before finally. Dusks arrived with no needle this time, but instead scooped him up and he was taken to a much brighter room - the light made him squint - and they freed his arms from the binding. His freedom was short lived as he was lifted onto a table and many thick straps were buckled tightly around his limbs.

He had no idea what was going on. All he knew was he was so very tired, he ached, and his arm and shoulder still hurt, although the pain had lessoned, but Rosette's wrappings had long since lost any indication that they had been blue. The room was almost a blur around him.

What were they going to do to him now? Dread started to fill him. Would this be it? Would this be how he met his end - strapped down to a damn table? Etna... Flonne... He would have done just about anything to see his vassals - no, not just vassals... his friends, again.

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Vexen hmmmm'd thoughtfully as he read Larxene's report for the fifth time. This particular subject should prove to be an interesting one. A being based in darkness, pushed too far, and then a bit of light acting as catalyst...

He wrote up his hypothesis and a detailed plan, filed it carefully, and opened a portal of darkness to where this subject was being held.

He nearly swore at first sight of the subject. First of all, considering said subject's size, Larxene and the Dusks had been using far too much of his precious tranquilizer. That particular concoction could knock out a Behemoth, and they'd been wasting it on this child!

Moreover, the subject was damaged. Vexen circled the table, surveying the damage and making quiet verbal notes as he did so. "Multiple burns, most likely electrical...lacerations in the facial area...blasted woman...and what's this?" Reaching the bandaged arm, he took a small blade from the tray and with practiced ease, slit the bandage from wrist to shoulder, allowing room for his Dusk assistant to clear away the dirtied scraps of cloth.

Luckily for both Vexen and the Dusk, Vexen had experience keeping his temper in check. In the damage she had caused to his subject, Larxene had thoroughly skewed his experiment: because of the physical damage, he would be unable to judge whether his processes caused physical pain. He would get in contact with the Superior and see to it that she was punished. This could not go unchecked if these experiments were to yeild any reliable results.

After detailing and recording the damage, Vexen unlocked and opened a cabinet, withdrawing a vial filled with darkness. It had taken him hours to develop a procedure to extract and distill pure darkness, and it would not go to waste. Taking a small syringe from that same cabinet, he drew a small amount of darkness into the syringe, then found a vein in his subject's uninjured arm and slowly injected it into him. Taking a step back, he prepared himself to record the results. They should prove to be interesting indeed.

He could barely concentrate on what was going on. It was so bright. He had a sense there was someone else there, their speech just barely reaching him, although he couldn't quite make out what they were babbling on about, although he suspected it was himself.

He felt a tickle on his arm... the.. wrappings? Laharl opened his eyes a little, but was only met by lightness that made him squint again and only served to show the captor he was awake.

Laharl drifted for a moment, then felt a poke to his arm. Tilting his head a little, his eyes opened to glance over at. What? More of that tranquilizer already? No, wait, this was different this time. What were they doing?

As the darkness was injected into him, what little resistance he had from this foreign intruder, failed; his body taking it in with little fuss. He was a creature of darkness afterall. Despite the tranquilizer, he shifted a little against the restraints, as it moved through him, his fingers twitching against the table.

The boy's crimson eyes became more vacant, a hint of a golden glow around the edges and a quiet whimpering was the only sounds he made.

Inside his mind he was frightened as he felt something slipping away. He didn't like this... not at all! This... wasn't...

Thoughts became harder to grasp, as he felt the darkness settle over his mind. Memories foggier. Flonne's bright smile more distant. He was losing himself.

Vexen watched his subject closely, ready for any reaction that might happen (although he would find ducking and covering rather humiliating).

The slight twitching was his first indication that the darkness had taken hold of his victim. While the twitching was worrisome, he knew that a strong stimulus could cut momentarily through his tranquilizer without dissipating it completely. Still, he would have to be careful.

The only real changed seemed to be within the eyes. Vexen noted the color change and sudden vacancy, recording each carefully in his files before placing them on the desk once again and moving towards his subject. This next step was unscientific, but it seemed to work.

Vexen extended one long finger and prodded his subject in his uninjured shoulder. "Can you hear me?"

Poking...? Someone was poking him... and talking...? He groaned a bit in reply. What did they want from him?

Laharl could hear the person beside him. "...Unfortuntely," he mumbled out loud, replying the question almost accidently.

He could feel a... kind of coldness began to grow in him. Dark... cold... empty... There was also a feeling of foreboding growing deep down within him. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to fight this away.

The demon boy's empty gaze seemed to turn to look at Vexen, but whether he was actually seeing was another matter. He tensed against the bindings slightly, before falling limp once more and remained unmoving.

"W...what have you d-done to me?" he managed to whisper.

"Excellent," was Vexen's clipped reply as he jotted subject remains coherent after first injection in his notes. It would most likely take a larger dose to make his subject lose all coherency, but that was to be tested at a later date. Given the current results, small doses administered regularly was an adequate plan of action.

Another dose of tranquilizer would be in order as well, Vexen noted as the small boy once again strained against his restraints. Mobility in such an unstable subject should not be allowed, not if these experiments were to remain controlled.

The question took him by surprise - not that he'd admit it, of course. "That is none of your business," Vexen snapped, realizing even as he said it that the exact opposite was true. The boy really should have a vested interest in what was occurring - it was his body being used, after all.

Although it wasn't as though Vexen cared.

He turned his back to his subject and snapped his fingers, summoning the Dusks to return the boy to confinement even as he portalled out of the room. He had other experiments to run today, after all.

Once more the demon boy was dumped into the solitary cell, and he quickly fell asleep from the fresh dose of tranquilizer. It was sometime before he awoke once more, bewildered.

Where was he? Last he remembered... he... he... strapped down. A.. table. They... did something... What? They didn't answer, did they? How long ago had that been? He had no idea.

He felt... Lost. He had to get out of here. He had to! He had to find something...

He strained to think of what... someone with pink hair formed vaguely in his mind... then someone brighter. Blond hair... Who were they? The names were there... something crying them out, but he just couldn't seem to quite grasp them.

Etna and Flonne...!

Laharl jerked a little as the names suddenly came to him. How... could he have forgotten? Damnit! What the hell was wrong with him?

He couldn't dwell on it long, as he suddenly realized he wasn't alone and was being swept off to the lab again.

Vexen had to admit, his other experiment subjects were nowhere near as interesting as this small boy, and he was looking forward to this next session. It was with some satisfaction that he watched the Dusks bring him in and strap him down to the table. Vexen snapped his fingers, and all the Dusks except his designated lab assistant portalled out, leaving him a clear path to approach his subject.

He circled the table in silence, noting his subject's condition. The glow and deadness in the eyes remained the same - in fact, there seemed to be no changes. Vexen hmmmm'd thoughtfully and decided to put Larxene's work to use to test his subject's awareness. Finding himself near his subject's injured arm, he paused and delivered a light backhand slap, leather smacking against tender flesh.

Once more he found himself bound down to a table and he was sure there was someone lurking around him, but everything was still blurry and bright. Why was it so damn bright in here?

He had little idea what was going on till a something suddenly smacked his injured arm. He jerked slightly out of reflex, letting out a gasp then clenched his teeth as sharp pain lanced up his arm. Couldn't they leave that alone already?

Oh, so he was alive, and able to respond. Excellent. Vexen jotted a note on his files, nodding in satisfaction, before placing them back on the table and returning with the vial of darkness and the syringe. Carefully drawing the same amount of darkness into the syringe, he turned and injected it into the boy's uninjured arm. Hopefully results this time would not simply be more of the same.

He was vaguely able to feel something being poked into his arm, and even he couldn't have claimed not to be somewhat frightened.

The darkness closed in around him in his mind, threatening to swallow him. Laharl had no idea how to fight it away and it swept down upon him, washing over him; drowning him. He tried to swim up but he was pulled downwards, falling deeper into the depths of dark, cold, nothingness.

The demon boy's body trembled against the restraints, his breathing becoming laboured. He was trying to fight it, but after a moment it seemed he had inevitably lost as he fell still and a dark shadow seemed to fall upon him. His closed eyes slowly opened to reveal glowing eyes of gold, with little trace of crimson left.

While his subject's reaction to the injection of darkness did seem to be more of the same, Vexen found himself to be excited rather than disappointed. He once again circled the table, detailing the changes that had come over his subject. It certainly hadn't taken much darkness to overcome him completely - then again, that was pure darkness going into a creature of darkness, so it was possible it had a greater effect. He made a careful note of that with every intention to consider it later.

The boy's eyes were gold, same as the eyes of a Heartless...He could see why Larxene was being so "generous" with his tranquilizer when it came to this boy. Vexen, being no stranger to the massive power of Darkness, decided not to take any chances. He snapped his fingers, instantly summoning half a dozen Dusks. "Tranquilize the boy," he snapped. "Twice the regular dose. Then drop him back in his cell."

He turned away from the dusks, trusting them to do their job, and began to peruse his notes, planning the next step in his experiments.

Where was he? He didn't know. Alone. Dark. Cold.

He was trembling as he laid there on the cool floor of the cell once more. The darkness continued to swirl within him, changing him. He was almost as dark looking as the cell he layed in now. New sharp claws scraped lightly against the ground, as his fingers twitched, wanting to move, but the double dose of tranquilizer kept him at bay.

He wanted to move, but couldn't. He didn't like being caged.

Sleepy... tired...

Flonne...

That voice. There was a voice... deep inside. It was mostly silent, but every now and then a thought pushed from the darkness. It was fighting, trying to be heard.

Etna... Don't... forget!

Names. Should know them?

Yes!

No. Don't know them.

You... need to...

Can't! Go away!

The voice didn't answer. He was alone again. Slipping in and out of consciousness, he finally stirred a little when he was taken to the lab once more.

Vexen could not surpress surprise at his subject's changed appearance. It seemed in the short amount of time he'd been alone in his cell, he'd all but become a Heartless. There was one way to check.

Carefully checking the bindings before approaching, Vexen extended a hand and placed it firmly on his subject's chest. He noted the thudding of the heartbeat against his fingers and pushed away a stab of cold envy. Maybe another injection of darkness would -

No. That was not his job, at least not today. Were he to make this boy into a Heartless, he simply would have released a Shadow (or, were he feeling particularly nasty, a Wyvern) in the room and sealed the door shut. No, his orders were to experiment and learn so as to inform the rest of the Organization.

And so, satisfied with the reactions his subject had given to his awareness tests, he withdrew just the tiniest bit of light from a small vial into a syringe, wincing a bit as it shone. Very little of this would be needed - even the smallest bit of light reacted with darkness.

He slid the syringe's long needle into his subject's arm and injected the light, withdrawing the syringe and stepping back in one fluid movement, ready for anything that might happen.

Or so he thought.

A pinch to his arm, then almost instantly there was pain. Terrible pain! It hurt!

The demon boy's body instantly thrashed against the table, as the light was instantly rejected not by the darkness they had put into him, but rather by his own body, triggering his power. Gold eyes suddenly turned red, as he let out a inhuman howl of pain and rage, that filled the room as he strained against the straps that held him down. They gave way easily to the demon's power, and the boy stumbled from the table, pure adrenaline and rage over-riding the strong sedative.

He crouched on the floor a moment then slowly rose to his feet, as his own dark and firey aura poured out around him in swirling waves, filling the room. Looking to the black coated man, the demon seemed to actually chuckle before he suddenly let out another cry of anger, releasing a wave of energy to send his captors and much of the room flying to slam against the walls.

Pain and anger were the only things on his mind as he sent another wave of raw energy bursting around him, keeping anyone who might try to approach at a distance.

Run away... Damnit! Run idiot!

Run... away...?

Run away! Escape! Find Flonne and Etna!

Etna? ...F-Flonne... Love Freak...

Yes, damnit! RUN!

Jumbled thoughts confused him a moment, but quickly glowing eyes turned to the wall, and he let out another burst of energy, directed this time at the wall, which crumbled easily at his explosive power. He paused only when he spotted something, something red, laying on the floor dumped with various other articles that belonged to the captives.

Even in this state, it was almost instinct to grab the familiar piece of cloth, before making a break for his self-created exit and to freedom.

Not for the first time, Vexen found himself pleased with the fact that his weapon could be used for an effective defense. Otherwise, he may have gone the way of the Dusks that were in the room with him: completely obliterated by the dual rushes of power. As it was, he'd be rather sore - being slammed into the wall twice will do that. And had the boy been laughing at him?

While this was a setback, the boy was too steeped in darkness to be of any use to anyone. He would not be able to give information on there whereabouts or plans.

It never hurt to be safe, however...

Vexen snapped his fingers, calling a surprised Dusk into the battered room. "Follow him," Vexen ordered. "Observe where he goes and what he does and report back to me. Do not allow yourself to be seen." As the very apprehensive Dusk portalled out to fulfill the orders it had been given, Vexen retrieved his notes from across the room, sorted through them, and returned to his study via a portal of his own. There was data here to be analyzed. Even a disaster such as this could yield results useful to him.

Plus, it kept him from having to go after the boy.

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