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crossover_chick) wrote2009-03-19 10:54 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2009-03-19 10:54 pm
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I Has A Drabbles88
-VD2: Great! Let's see it.-
Okay then. Warning, though -- it's angsty Clockwork backstory.
-VD2: . . . Perhaps we shouldn't see it.-
Too late, it's written. Well, rewritten -- the first version was completely different. It also rather sucked. Much happier with this one.
61. Paralysis
He was clamped down on the table again, shivering with terror. Andrew was standing nearby, readying his equipment. Despite the fact that the Fae hadn’t done anything yet, the stench of blood was already thick in the air, a remnant from all the other operations. Doc sniffed a little. “P-please. . .” he whispered, voice cracking.
Andrew glanced over at him. “Please what?” he asked, looking curious.
“Don’t. . . .”
Andrew rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Honestly, Professor, why do we have to go through this every time? I’m making you better. This human flesh--” He ran a finger along Doc’s exposed leg, looking disdainful “– it’s only holding you back. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be able to do anything!” He grinned, a predatory, alien smile. “Almost like me.”
Doc shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut. He hated it when Andrew smiled like that. That meant he was happy, and when he was happy. . . . “I don’t w-want to be like you,” he said, voice almost too quiet to be heard.
Andrew sighed. “I will never understand you humans. You do such amazing things, and yet – you’re so weak. So fragile. And you want to stay that way.” Doc couldn’t see him, but he could almost hear the smile come back. “But you’ll see. Once I’m done here, you’ll see how much better it is. And Carlos will see, and Mab will see, and all the others will see how much better I am.” He leaned down by Doc’s ear, his too-hot breath on his face and neck. “How much better we are.”
Doc felt a few tears leak out of his eyes. “No. . .”
“Yes. And all it takes are a few simple changes.” Doc opened his eyes as he heard the clink of metal, and saw Andrew standing over him with the scalpel. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Andrew, why do you get creepier every time I write you?
-RPD: . . . Oh Great Scott. . . .-
Yeah, I know. Just a sample of the average day in Andrew's lab, back when Clockwork was still a prisoner of the Fae.
-VD: You're -- just CRUEL sometimes.-
I know. :( But he got out, right?
-MF: He's still gonna be bitching at you.-
I know.
Gonna stop it right there, since I'm tired and require sleep. But I'll have more fic coming soon.
Okay then. Warning, though -- it's angsty Clockwork backstory.
-VD2: . . . Perhaps we shouldn't see it.-
Too late, it's written. Well, rewritten -- the first version was completely different. It also rather sucked. Much happier with this one.
61. Paralysis
He was clamped down on the table again, shivering with terror. Andrew was standing nearby, readying his equipment. Despite the fact that the Fae hadn’t done anything yet, the stench of blood was already thick in the air, a remnant from all the other operations. Doc sniffed a little. “P-please. . .” he whispered, voice cracking.
Andrew glanced over at him. “Please what?” he asked, looking curious.
“Don’t. . . .”
Andrew rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Honestly, Professor, why do we have to go through this every time? I’m making you better. This human flesh--” He ran a finger along Doc’s exposed leg, looking disdainful “– it’s only holding you back. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be able to do anything!” He grinned, a predatory, alien smile. “Almost like me.”
Doc shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut. He hated it when Andrew smiled like that. That meant he was happy, and when he was happy. . . . “I don’t w-want to be like you,” he said, voice almost too quiet to be heard.
Andrew sighed. “I will never understand you humans. You do such amazing things, and yet – you’re so weak. So fragile. And you want to stay that way.” Doc couldn’t see him, but he could almost hear the smile come back. “But you’ll see. Once I’m done here, you’ll see how much better it is. And Carlos will see, and Mab will see, and all the others will see how much better I am.” He leaned down by Doc’s ear, his too-hot breath on his face and neck. “How much better we are.”
Doc felt a few tears leak out of his eyes. “No. . .”
“Yes. And all it takes are a few simple changes.” Doc opened his eyes as he heard the clink of metal, and saw Andrew standing over him with the scalpel. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Andrew, why do you get creepier every time I write you?
-RPD: . . . Oh Great Scott. . . .-
Yeah, I know. Just a sample of the average day in Andrew's lab, back when Clockwork was still a prisoner of the Fae.
-VD: You're -- just CRUEL sometimes.-
I know. :( But he got out, right?
-MF: He's still gonna be bitching at you.-
I know.
Gonna stop it right there, since I'm tired and require sleep. But I'll have more fic coming soon.
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perhaps this makes me a sociopath.
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Fortunately Marek doesn't remember his particular foray into non-aesthetised surgery. And he sure wouldn't appreciate it if he was made to rememeber.
But yikes...scary!