ooc: I always thought there was more than one lift in the main shaft, but never mind I guess
I could be wrong; I have no idea where I got the idea from (like I have no idea why I thought the lab was on the middle floor while everyone else thought it was on the ground floor. But I made the map so I got to decide! Hah!)
IC:
Anni was not the kind to run from her fears, but she was happy to walk right past them. Discreetly grabbing Jim, who was beginning to tense up, by the arm, she started walking towards the door of the production lines, when the vykker spoke, "Ah, Anni. I'm glad I found you so quickly."
She had her back to him; now it was her time to go tense. Whenever a vykker said something like that, it could only mean something bad was close to occurring.
"Turn around. Do you recognise me?"
She looked over her shoulder and glared at him. He looked slightly annoyed by this, though not necessarily at her.
"It's Dr Emlech," he provided. "The vykker in charge of the lab where you hatched, remember?"
All too clearly. She swallowed a lump in her throat and asked, "What do you want?"
He smiled that evil smile of all vykkers when they were trying to be friendly, "I've come to take you back there."
She wished, right then, that #7 wasn't there; it would be so easy to run, but she couldn't leave Jim with this psycho.
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Dionysia woke to pain flourishing along her spine; she was lying on her front, her face on its side against the ground. She tried to turn over but for some reason her body barely responded. She stirred feebly.
Krik scuttled into her field of vision, "Good morning, Starshine," He sang, grinning like Christmas come early.
Dionysia was having enough trouble breathing and didn't respond. She stared at him, wondering what the Hell was going on.
Krik pulled a syringe out of his bag, still almost bouncing with happiness, "A direct hit to your spinal column; I couldn't've planned it better!"
Dionysia dredged up the information from the back of her head; a shot from a snuzi (he'd shot her!?), direct to the spinal column... Could leave her paralysed for a few minutes. But at least she knew she couldn't have been unconscious for too long.
"...Why?" She managed to heave; her chest felt like it was wrapped in steel bands; that would fade when her body woke up.
He grinned malignantly, and for the first time she felt a chill of fear run through her. "I'm glad you asked, you know. Let's have a look, shall we? One; the Cartel is holding an axe over our heads about my using Skillya's DNA, but the only evidence they have for that is you."
"...Huh?"
"Two; We don't need you any more; the next prototype we made based on what we found out from you has already been examined and the stage even after him is being constructed as we speak. The only reason you're alive today is, as I said, because the Cartel need you as evidence against us."
Her eyes grew wide; her pulse quickened. This couldn't be happening!
"Three; since you told that spy all our secrets, I've had to put up with being dragged backwards and forwards across this stupid continent, to silly places like this in the arse-end of nowhere; I've spent far too long on disgusting trains, being told what to do by brainless glukkons, and waiting hand and foot on a stupid, immature, frankly idiotic black-skinned slog-bitch of a mud. And four; no one in any way connected with the Magog Cartel knows that I'm here today, so as far as I'm concerned, I can get away with anything I wish to do to you. I only wish I had more time to make this last, but never mind; I'll make it as painful as I possibly can."
He raised his syringe and moved towards her; she tried to cry out, to beg, to scream, but all she managed was a quiet, keening whimper, and Krik chuckled as he pressed the needle against the skin of her neck.
ooc:
Dionysia could sure use some rescuing about now!