Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 23, 2012 2:59:44 GMT -5
Warning: DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO FEEL COMPASSION FOR AVI!
A/N: This story skips around a lot because, as stated in the title, this is the fast version. Maybe someday there will be an in depth story... Hope my readers enjoy none the less...
** Lyrics are "The Walk" by Imogen Heap **
"Experiment Zero point zero zero seems to have taken well to the last treatment, no signs of regression this time, Madame, Sir," A young man, maybe in his twenties dips his ginger covered head to an older couple, most likely in their early forties. The woman is thin lipped and ashy skinned, her greying brown curls are pinned back against her head. A simple white lab coat hangs loosely around her shoulders in a careless manner. While her husband is a small man, eyes large and owlish behind large and round glasses. His wiry hair is pulled back in a tight pony tail, he has a huge smile on his face at the news, the experiment is obviously his.
"Ah, yes, thank you Jared," He waves the male away with glee before turning to his wife. "That makes three today, darling... And you?" The woman glances to her love before answering him in the only way she can, a hand gently being placed onto his wrist.
All of mine are working on schedule, do not gloat yet, dear.
The man slumps, obviously defeated before he snorts, "If you say so dear... But my little ones, they're to change the world! Just you wait!" He crosses the room, stark white with dim lights, to a gurney where a mocha skinned child rests. Their small limbs tied down and their face covered with an oxygen mask, tired pastel eyes turn onto the man as the child tries to shift away from him. The man just smirks at the child and places a hand over their chest, feeling their heart beating with fear. "Soon enough you will come to be relaxed in my presence once more..."
Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,
Stop that now, cos you and I were never meant to mean
I think you better leave; it's not safe in here,
I feel a weakness coming on.
"My name is Zero point zero seven, my primary goal is to exploit the passions of others and use them to my advantage," The boy stands a whole head and a half higher than the white haired child, trembling as the boy's pink eyes fall onto them. "And of course my abilities will be used by Madame as she pleases." With his speech done, recited as it had been taught to him, he receives a small bit of something sweet as a reward.
The white haired child shivers on the other hand, unprepared for the large crowd to their side. Their small body only covered by a smock and a pair of white pants for the occasion. With trembling lips they look up at the wiry haired man behind them, one brow is raised at them. After gulping back their fear they speak. "Mah... My na... name is... Cero pah-oui cero cero." Their words not flowing at all and mispronounced. "I be... a lah-ivah-eengah... by... bowl... No sen... We 'ood." They flinch when the man behind them clears their throat, "gently" moving them along by "patting" their back and moving [shoving] them along.
Once their small feet have stumbled off of the stage and to the back they whine softly. Not liking people, people always give them treatment and treatment hurts. They don't like the words spoken in their head, they are hurt by the images flashing before their eyes.
"Hel... low,'' A voice whispers softly to the scared child and they turn to meet their green eyes with pink. "Sad?" Black hair frames a worried expression and a frown twists its way on a boys face. The same boy whom had spoken before the child.
A white covered head shakes "no" and they shyly look to the side, "Skah... airy... Pee... poll." Their broken speech causing them to flinch again, freeing the worst from the other child, knowing that the yelling will begin now... The treatment...
But it doesn't come. Green eyes wander over towards intense pink ones. Soon they are staring at one another. The boy gives a small, soft smile, "Zero point Zero Zero... Yes?" The white haired child nods wondering why they are still here, why they haven't been scolded yet. "You... No scary... Happy." A pale hand gently reaches out to take a smaller and darker one before pulling it up to pink lips, kissing the palm softly.
"... Friend."
"Frah... end?"
The boy nods at the confused expression they are given. Then his hand is grasped and dragged over to soft lips, his knuckles being kissed, "Friend..."
Alright then (Alright then) I can keep your number for a rainy day,
That's when it's set, no mistakes no misbehaving,
I was doing so well, can we just be friends,
I feel a weakness coming on.
"Zero!" The black haired teen comes racing down the stairs as the white haired tween screams, thrashing against the guards holding them. "Hold on, I'm coming for you!" The boy's language has progressed much faster than the child's due to his reason for being created.
Reaching the struggle pink eyes flash and the teen bring a hand down in a karate chop down on a guard's wrist, the man gasping and letting go of the tween, "Not him again!"
"Seven! Seven!" The tween cries out as one guard drags them back another pulling out a stick with an electric end. It crackles to life as the black haired male rushes at the female, for this one is female, in authority. "Seven... No!" The last word is desperate and full of pain as Zero point zero zero watches their friend fall to the ground, clutching their heart.
"Next time I'll amp up the-- HOLY SHI--!!!" The electric end is snatched from the woman and snapped against the teen's leg. "CRAP! Get that experiment outta here! NOW!" The male holding the white haired one begins to drag the shocked tween away.
"Zero!" A snarl is heard a metal door slides shut before a human scream echos. A dying female scream...
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.
Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,
Stop that now; you're as close as it gets without touching me,
Oh now don't make it harder than it already is,
I feel a weakness coming on.
"Stop protecting me! I can take care of myself," Green eyes glare into pink as the now teen frowns deeply. Their older teen friend just snorts.
"You wouldn't last a day with out my interferences... What was it today? Injection treatment?" The near man whispers the last part as he gently slides a needle out from their friend's skin. A bit of blood begins to seep out, but he just lifts their arm and runs his dark tongue along it. "You taste of fear and resentment today." The white haired teen shudders as the tongue laps again, wiping away more blood.
Green eyes roll, "I wonder why! You know perfectly well you'll be punished for the stunt you pulled today!" White bangs shadow those eyes and a tremble over takes the teen's body. "... I hate when they hurt you... I hate when they make you scream..."
"Heh... You honestly hate and fear a lot of things," The male says gently as they lay their friend's arm down. "But as long as they stop hurting you... Changing you... They can do all they want to me."
"Seven!" Scared green meets intense pink. "Don't say things like that! What if they hear you?"
"Then they hear me," He shrugs. "Its not like they can really do anything that has already been done."
"Eeeehhhhh!" The teen grasps the from of the older teen's smock. "No, no... They could terminate you! They could! Don't say that, please... they could... take you away from me..."
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.
A scream echos down the hallway to the now older teen's holding pod. And all they can do is sit there and listen, eyes brimming over with tears. They had told him that stealing wasn't allowed, even if it meant them learning their true identities. Their true names.
"Damian," They whisper softly and bury their face into their mocha toned arms, tears streaking their face. "Please stop hurting Damian." But no one can hear them, not that anyone would care. What does it matter what becomes of a simple experiment, disposable and replaceable as is.
And down the hall, beyond an open metal door, he lays. Panting and twisting in pain, the injection working on his greatest fear while the shock treatment drives his senses wild. He lets out a scream again, this one coming out in the form of a name.
A name he isn't meant to know.
"CHANELLE."
And together the two's hearts sob, braking down as one...
Big trouble loosing control,
Primary resistance at a critical load,
On the double gotta get a hold,
Point of no return a second to go,
No response on any level, red alert this vessels under siege,
Total overload, all systems down, they've got control,
There's no way out, we are surrounded,
Give in, Give in...
His lips press over its before they can react, energy draining from them instantly. The darker skinned one shoves the lighter one away, panting, but not from anything positive, "Control yourself!"
Red eyes smirk before he leans in again, slowly and careful. Gently their lips touch, sparks traveling between them. The used to be white haired child gasps at the feeling, a tongue slipping into their mouth. This touch feels so right, so correct. A dark tongue slips over a shy one, rubbing against it and teasing it into action. Slowly their tongues tango and the back of a white covered head is cupped, said head being tilted. Teeth click and breaths come out in pants, but shortly they pull apart.
"Hhhhaahh... Haahh," Chanelle pants, their green eyes slipping open and closed as they calm their thundering heart. "Da... Dami... Much... Much better." Warm fingers run through their bangs and into their hair.
"This is only the beginning," Damian says cheerfully and lays their friend back against the cold, dirt ground. The old shack they're hiding out in is sturdy and sound, despite the lack of proper flooring. "Just lean back and feel, beautiful..."
Freeze, awake here forever, I feel a weakness coming on.
You left me.
Green eyes glare into guarded pink ones and then teeth click followed by the clicking of a tongue. Black locks have dark fingers push through them, tugging at the back. Pink lips are met with soft ones a short moment.
"You left me all alone!" The now know as Avidity cries out in a shriek. "Never once looked back! Why?"
A frown appears on a face that once offered a smile in comfort, "You're no longer the child I feel in love with..."
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, it's just what I don't need,
Why make me feel like this, it's definitely all your fault.
Feel like this la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault (Feel like this) la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault (Feel like this) la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault (Feel like this) la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault
Avi's fist connects with the wall of their lab, sobs racking their body. Slowly they slide down, fists clenched above their head, I'm sorry... I never meant to change... I love you, I love you, I love you! And then they whine in the back of their throat before whispering so soft that even they barely can hear it. Come back, Damian... I can change...
A/N: This story skips around a lot because, as stated in the title, this is the fast version. Maybe someday there will be an in depth story... Hope my readers enjoy none the less...
** Lyrics are "The Walk" by Imogen Heap **
"Experiment Zero point zero zero seems to have taken well to the last treatment, no signs of regression this time, Madame, Sir," A young man, maybe in his twenties dips his ginger covered head to an older couple, most likely in their early forties. The woman is thin lipped and ashy skinned, her greying brown curls are pinned back against her head. A simple white lab coat hangs loosely around her shoulders in a careless manner. While her husband is a small man, eyes large and owlish behind large and round glasses. His wiry hair is pulled back in a tight pony tail, he has a huge smile on his face at the news, the experiment is obviously his.
"Ah, yes, thank you Jared," He waves the male away with glee before turning to his wife. "That makes three today, darling... And you?" The woman glances to her love before answering him in the only way she can, a hand gently being placed onto his wrist.
All of mine are working on schedule, do not gloat yet, dear.
The man slumps, obviously defeated before he snorts, "If you say so dear... But my little ones, they're to change the world! Just you wait!" He crosses the room, stark white with dim lights, to a gurney where a mocha skinned child rests. Their small limbs tied down and their face covered with an oxygen mask, tired pastel eyes turn onto the man as the child tries to shift away from him. The man just smirks at the child and places a hand over their chest, feeling their heart beating with fear. "Soon enough you will come to be relaxed in my presence once more..."
Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,
Stop that now, cos you and I were never meant to mean
I think you better leave; it's not safe in here,
I feel a weakness coming on.
"My name is Zero point zero seven, my primary goal is to exploit the passions of others and use them to my advantage," The boy stands a whole head and a half higher than the white haired child, trembling as the boy's pink eyes fall onto them. "And of course my abilities will be used by Madame as she pleases." With his speech done, recited as it had been taught to him, he receives a small bit of something sweet as a reward.
The white haired child shivers on the other hand, unprepared for the large crowd to their side. Their small body only covered by a smock and a pair of white pants for the occasion. With trembling lips they look up at the wiry haired man behind them, one brow is raised at them. After gulping back their fear they speak. "Mah... My na... name is... Cero pah-oui cero cero." Their words not flowing at all and mispronounced. "I be... a lah-ivah-eengah... by... bowl... No sen... We 'ood." They flinch when the man behind them clears their throat, "gently" moving them along by "patting" their back and moving [shoving] them along.
Once their small feet have stumbled off of the stage and to the back they whine softly. Not liking people, people always give them treatment and treatment hurts. They don't like the words spoken in their head, they are hurt by the images flashing before their eyes.
"Hel... low,'' A voice whispers softly to the scared child and they turn to meet their green eyes with pink. "Sad?" Black hair frames a worried expression and a frown twists its way on a boys face. The same boy whom had spoken before the child.
A white covered head shakes "no" and they shyly look to the side, "Skah... airy... Pee... poll." Their broken speech causing them to flinch again, freeing the worst from the other child, knowing that the yelling will begin now... The treatment...
But it doesn't come. Green eyes wander over towards intense pink ones. Soon they are staring at one another. The boy gives a small, soft smile, "Zero point Zero Zero... Yes?" The white haired child nods wondering why they are still here, why they haven't been scolded yet. "You... No scary... Happy." A pale hand gently reaches out to take a smaller and darker one before pulling it up to pink lips, kissing the palm softly.
"... Friend."
"Frah... end?"
The boy nods at the confused expression they are given. Then his hand is grasped and dragged over to soft lips, his knuckles being kissed, "Friend..."
Alright then (Alright then) I can keep your number for a rainy day,
That's when it's set, no mistakes no misbehaving,
I was doing so well, can we just be friends,
I feel a weakness coming on.
"Zero!" The black haired teen comes racing down the stairs as the white haired tween screams, thrashing against the guards holding them. "Hold on, I'm coming for you!" The boy's language has progressed much faster than the child's due to his reason for being created.
Reaching the struggle pink eyes flash and the teen bring a hand down in a karate chop down on a guard's wrist, the man gasping and letting go of the tween, "Not him again!"
"Seven! Seven!" The tween cries out as one guard drags them back another pulling out a stick with an electric end. It crackles to life as the black haired male rushes at the female, for this one is female, in authority. "Seven... No!" The last word is desperate and full of pain as Zero point zero zero watches their friend fall to the ground, clutching their heart.
"Next time I'll amp up the-- HOLY SHI--!!!" The electric end is snatched from the woman and snapped against the teen's leg. "CRAP! Get that experiment outta here! NOW!" The male holding the white haired one begins to drag the shocked tween away.
"Zero!" A snarl is heard a metal door slides shut before a human scream echos. A dying female scream...
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.
Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,
Stop that now; you're as close as it gets without touching me,
Oh now don't make it harder than it already is,
I feel a weakness coming on.
"Stop protecting me! I can take care of myself," Green eyes glare into pink as the now teen frowns deeply. Their older teen friend just snorts.
"You wouldn't last a day with out my interferences... What was it today? Injection treatment?" The near man whispers the last part as he gently slides a needle out from their friend's skin. A bit of blood begins to seep out, but he just lifts their arm and runs his dark tongue along it. "You taste of fear and resentment today." The white haired teen shudders as the tongue laps again, wiping away more blood.
Green eyes roll, "I wonder why! You know perfectly well you'll be punished for the stunt you pulled today!" White bangs shadow those eyes and a tremble over takes the teen's body. "... I hate when they hurt you... I hate when they make you scream..."
"Heh... You honestly hate and fear a lot of things," The male says gently as they lay their friend's arm down. "But as long as they stop hurting you... Changing you... They can do all they want to me."
"Seven!" Scared green meets intense pink. "Don't say things like that! What if they hear you?"
"Then they hear me," He shrugs. "Its not like they can really do anything that has already been done."
"Eeeehhhhh!" The teen grasps the from of the older teen's smock. "No, no... They could terminate you! They could! Don't say that, please... they could... take you away from me..."
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.
A scream echos down the hallway to the now older teen's holding pod. And all they can do is sit there and listen, eyes brimming over with tears. They had told him that stealing wasn't allowed, even if it meant them learning their true identities. Their true names.
"Damian," They whisper softly and bury their face into their mocha toned arms, tears streaking their face. "Please stop hurting Damian." But no one can hear them, not that anyone would care. What does it matter what becomes of a simple experiment, disposable and replaceable as is.
And down the hall, beyond an open metal door, he lays. Panting and twisting in pain, the injection working on his greatest fear while the shock treatment drives his senses wild. He lets out a scream again, this one coming out in the form of a name.
A name he isn't meant to know.
"CHANELLE."
And together the two's hearts sob, braking down as one...
Big trouble loosing control,
Primary resistance at a critical load,
On the double gotta get a hold,
Point of no return a second to go,
No response on any level, red alert this vessels under siege,
Total overload, all systems down, they've got control,
There's no way out, we are surrounded,
Give in, Give in...
His lips press over its before they can react, energy draining from them instantly. The darker skinned one shoves the lighter one away, panting, but not from anything positive, "Control yourself!"
Red eyes smirk before he leans in again, slowly and careful. Gently their lips touch, sparks traveling between them. The used to be white haired child gasps at the feeling, a tongue slipping into their mouth. This touch feels so right, so correct. A dark tongue slips over a shy one, rubbing against it and teasing it into action. Slowly their tongues tango and the back of a white covered head is cupped, said head being tilted. Teeth click and breaths come out in pants, but shortly they pull apart.
"Hhhhaahh... Haahh," Chanelle pants, their green eyes slipping open and closed as they calm their thundering heart. "Da... Dami... Much... Much better." Warm fingers run through their bangs and into their hair.
"This is only the beginning," Damian says cheerfully and lays their friend back against the cold, dirt ground. The old shack they're hiding out in is sturdy and sound, despite the lack of proper flooring. "Just lean back and feel, beautiful..."
Freeze, awake here forever, I feel a weakness coming on.
You left me.
Green eyes glare into guarded pink ones and then teeth click followed by the clicking of a tongue. Black locks have dark fingers push through them, tugging at the back. Pink lips are met with soft ones a short moment.
"You left me all alone!" The now know as Avidity cries out in a shriek. "Never once looked back! Why?"
A frown appears on a face that once offered a smile in comfort, "You're no longer the child I feel in love with..."
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, it's just what I don't need,
Why make me feel like this, it's definitely all your fault.
Feel like this la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault (Feel like this) la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault (Feel like this) la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault (Feel like this) la la la la la la la la
It's all your fault
Avi's fist connects with the wall of their lab, sobs racking their body. Slowly they slide down, fists clenched above their head, I'm sorry... I never meant to change... I love you, I love you, I love you! And then they whine in the back of their throat before whispering so soft that even they barely can hear it. Come back, Damian... I can change...
