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realityshifted2011-10-20 06:50 pm
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[ Heero had woken up on that lab table in a drugged haze and the first thing he felt was panic. The lack of control was something he always hated, wanting to be nothing more than alert and ready for anything. At least that man kicked him out not much longer after that.
By the time he returned to the Plane and into the hangar, he was feeling much better. Still a bit drugged but nothing he couldn't handle. But now that the feeling was gone, it left him reeling with what he had almost done. This experiment had been cruel, using his darkest thoughts and feelings and using them coax him into doing the unthinkable. No one had been harmed in the end, but still...
He had almost killed Relena. That was the most unforgivable thing he had ever done.
Sitting down at his workstation, he pressed his hands to his face while trying to recall how it ended. He could see Relena standing there, eyes closed and ready to accept her fate. Then he heard something and turned quickly to find out what it was. A kid? Before was sure, everything turned to blackness. Letting out a sigh, he reached and grabbed a pocket knife off the table and flicked it open. Carefully he drew the blade down his forearm, watching black blood well up and roll down the side. Black blood with shimmers -- the blood of someone who now belonged to the machine.
That was when he lost it.
Throwing the knife to the side, he stood up and threw everyone off his workstation in a swift movement. Then went the table. Eventually the rest of the hangar ended yup experiencing the same fate. Things had been thrown and broken in an attempt to deal with the horrible things he had thought and tried to do. And once he was finished, he stormed out and find some place else to sulk, uncaring that his arm was still bleeding. ]
By the time he returned to the Plane and into the hangar, he was feeling much better. Still a bit drugged but nothing he couldn't handle. But now that the feeling was gone, it left him reeling with what he had almost done. This experiment had been cruel, using his darkest thoughts and feelings and using them coax him into doing the unthinkable. No one had been harmed in the end, but still...
He had almost killed Relena. That was the most unforgivable thing he had ever done.
Sitting down at his workstation, he pressed his hands to his face while trying to recall how it ended. He could see Relena standing there, eyes closed and ready to accept her fate. Then he heard something and turned quickly to find out what it was. A kid? Before was sure, everything turned to blackness. Letting out a sigh, he reached and grabbed a pocket knife off the table and flicked it open. Carefully he drew the blade down his forearm, watching black blood well up and roll down the side. Black blood with shimmers -- the blood of someone who now belonged to the machine.
That was when he lost it.
Throwing the knife to the side, he stood up and threw everyone off his workstation in a swift movement. Then went the table. Eventually the rest of the hangar ended yup experiencing the same fate. Things had been thrown and broken in an attempt to deal with the horrible things he had thought and tried to do. And once he was finished, he stormed out and find some place else to sulk, uncaring that his arm was still bleeding. ]