Last and Least

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Characters: Vexen and Timon
Content: The last of this session of experiments takes place...somewhere.
Setting: Excellent question.
Time: See above answer.
Warnings: Well, it is Lab B...take that as you will.

It had certainly taken long enough to come to this point, Vexen reflected placidly as he prepared his lab. He was still quite bitter over the loss of his proxy laboratory setup outside the gates of the city, but this location would function just as well for his purposes.

It didn't take long to complete his preparations, and he clapped his hands twice, summoning the Dusks with his prisoner to the laboratory. He busied himself with paperwork as they strapped their protesting prisoner to the lab table, then turned to face the rodent as they left. "I don't believe we've met," he said simply, not really caring what the answer would be.

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Reality had hit Timon hard during his captivity. Everything he had previously run from, ignored, or tried to cover at one point had managed to find him, striking with a fierce vengeance. As a result it had left him an emotional mess. On top of that he was absolutely terrified, Larxene having shaken him up significantly upon capture. Of course he was well aware the worst had yet to come, but it felt as though there was nothing they could do to make him feel worse.

His eyes traveled up to the Nobody while he continued to fight against the strap restraining him to the table. He was right; they hadn’t met. However, the meerkat did recognize the man. He looked faintly familiar by appearance, but it was ultimately his knowledge of the different abilities each Organization member possessed that allowed him to identify Vexen. He was the scientist of the bunch, the one predominantly behind the horrid experiments previous prisoners had fallen victim to. Upon realizing this, the redheads fear only grew at the thought that he would be experimented on as well.

“Everyone's favourite scientist.” He replied, watching Vexen fearfully through eyes the size of dinner plates. Surprisingly, his voice had a familiar hint of sarcasm to it. “Larxene wanted me to tell you she sent me.”

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"It seems my reputation precedes me." It seemed he had a reputation. Given his attempts to stay under the radar, it was surprising, but not very. After all, the memories of his previous subjects had remained intact.

He was fortunate to be facing away from Timon, as the sneer that crossed his face at the mention of XII's name was more vicious than anything he'd ever intentionally show anyone. "All in one piece, I see." Cool, calm, measured. "Or so it would seem."

Setup complete, he turned and walked through Timon, reading his memories.

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“I… I don’t go down that easily.” He tried to warn the Nobody, sounding more doubtful than threatening. Considering his current position however, never mind his size, it wasn’t as though he appeared all that menacing regardless of his tone. After all, he was just a meerkat; a little cowardly meerkat. Larxene was right; he hadn’t a chance against the likes of the Organization. He would never admit this to Vexen though. “Besides, I wouldn’t let someone like her take me down.”

Timon worriedly watched the scientist turn, expecting him to reveal a weapon or torture device of some sort but instead felt an alarmingly familiar sensation come over him. His memories, Vexen had just read them. The meerkat scowled. Regardless how scared he was, he was still annoyed easily. “You know, that gets old real fast.” He growled.

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"Really," Vexen replied conversationally, sifting through the memories he'd pulled from Timon. "From what I've seen, she already has." It was the truth, pointedly spoken for maximum damage. "It obviously doesn't take much."

Despite the meerkat's recent emotional beatdown, Vexen could see he still had a strong heart. Darkness would destroy him, or at least make him difficult to use. Light, however...too much of what was generally deemed a "good thing" may cause just as much damage, but in ways that would be useful to his purposes.

So he returned to his supply cabinet, preparing one of the syringes of light within. If nothing else, this would get the rather annoying problem strapped to his table out of the way.

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Timon did not respond to Vexen at first. At least not out loud, anyway. The glare he sent the Nobody spoke more than loud enough. His eyes narrowed further as his lip twitched irritably, the growl he produced growing louder. He had forgotten that even the most recent of memories an organization member could access if it captured their interest. A cheap little trick of theirs; he actually had to work to obtain knowledge.

“Like you’d know, considering.” The meerkat replied, far from surprised to see the scientist retreat. It wasn’t as though he had real feelings, never mind knew enough about them to make such an observation. He imagined the comment had simply been made to make him feel worse. Unfortunately, it worked. Timon quickly found his head swamped with thoughts he had tried to avoid, especially during his session with Vexen. Now was not the time to think such thoughts.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, quickly taking note of the pointed object in the Nobodies hand. Timon didn’t know what it was, but it looked like it would hurt. Whether it was the light or the syringe, something raised an ill feeling in his stomach, almost a warning. Something bad was about to happen and the meerkat knew it. “H-hey, what that?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably against the straps. His eyes never left the syringe. “What are you doing?”

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Facing away from the meerkat, Vexen couldn't see the glare, but he could feel it prickling at the back of his neck. Quite simply, he didn't care - he had the upper hand and knew it.

"Oh, I would," he retorted smoothly, turning to face the meerkat with syringe in hand. "I've seen your type. Plenty of sound and fury, but nothing to back it up, and once you learn your weaknesses..." He paused, idly flicking at the needle of the syringe, an action that would normally settle any liquid contained but had no effect on the pure light within. "Well, there's nothing left."

The smirk on his face was certifiably malicious as he approached his victim. "Something I've wanted to do for a long time," was the reply as he carefully sunk the needle into the meerkat's arm and depressed the plunger.

Never let it be said that Vexen did not enjoy his work.

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Ignoring the Nobody’s words was not the hardest, though still exceedingly difficult, it was his wicked smile was nearly impossible. He knew Vexen had been looking forward to this moment before he mentioned it and would doubtfully hesitate to hold back. The thought caused his fur to stand on end and struggle to increase as he fought furiously against the straps which restrained him. He was terrified to see what the Organization had planned for him.

“Don’t… Don’t hurt me.” he pleaded at the man’s approach, watching the syringe draw near. “Please, don’t. I didn’t mean all that stuff, it wasn’t supposed ta be anything personal. We can work this out. We can work it out! Please, just listen ta me! Stop! No… No, stay away from me! GET AWAY, GET AWAY FROM ME! I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY! AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”

In the end it made no difference, Vexen did not fall back. He injected the meerkat regardless what he said, allowing the excess light to spread throughout his body. Timon could feel it washing over him, wrap around his mind, his swelling heart. He trembled, staring up at Vexen through wide frightened eyes. It felt as though he was rising, floating away from his body, higher and higher and higher... And it was alright. He wasn’t worried. He knew perfectly well why he should have, but couldn’t bring himself to feel so.

He settled, calmly looking up at the ceiling. “Oh.”

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That was certainly an interesting reaction.

Looking down at the meerkat, Vexen raised an eyebrow. There had been minimal struggle, and the subject had succumbed very quickly, at least from what he could see. Perhaps it had to do with the proportion of light as compared to his body size...or it was a reaction within the heart. Either way, if this reaction was valid and not simply an act, then Vexen's goal had been much more easily accomplished than he had originally believed.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to test. "Your name, if you would," he requested calmly, "and the names of the leaders of this Resistance." Any hesitation, any change in the tone of his victim's voice would show his state to be an act.

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Timon’s interest wandered from ceiling, his eyes lazily travelling around the room before they rested on Vexen again. Even then they did not appear to show particular concern for the Nobody, almost looking past him as he spoke. He didn’t really care what he was being asked anyway, it did not sound very important. Besides, the man already knew the answer to these questions. This was stupid. The Organization really was made of some real Mooks.

The meerkat blinked, boredly watching the scientist. “Why? You know my name.” he replied, sounding as nonchalant as he looked. “And you know who leads the Resistance. You read my memories, remember?”

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He couldn't say he appreciated the insolence, but there was only so much an overdose of light could do, and instill respect wasn't on the list. Still, Vexen counted this a success - though the meerkat's less than desirable personality was still intact, it was muted, leaving him seemingly unconcerned for most matters.

Perfect.

"Yes, of course." He waved the concern away, instead snapping his fingers to summon Dusks to take the meerkat away. He'd have quite the report to make.