Who: Dorian; Government Guards (NPC), Government Doctors and Scientists (NPC) What: Dorian is abducted and taken into the government building for experimentation and exploitation When: Early afternoon, August 1st, 2019 Where: Hiking Trail, then Facility Rating: High for violence and scary thoughts Status: Complete
The government had been keeping tabs on Dorian Sloan the moment he stepped foot on the island. His longer than normal processing was the first piece of tangible evidence of the surveillance. Ever since, he had been watched in public places he had visited. How did the tall man’s ability work - was there a trigger, limits, eccentricities to it? The government's background checking had stumbled upon footage of Dorian in that pizza place in Brooklyn - the people he was with had exchanged looks like they were unable to do something in his presence. Suspicions were true - Dorian negated their abilities. Interest in his studying his ability along with proposed applications had set the next step in motion.
It was a nice day and Dorian had taken the afternoon off from working on more of the cleanup and rebuilding to unwind and breathe on the hiking trail. Sometimes it was good to get away from the noise of the community. In a faded green t-shirt, blue jeans, and his trainers, the tall man took a leisurely pace towards the beginning the trail. This meant moving along the facility. Shaking his head, he moved along it - remembering how a guard had tossed him out and a large wolf had come to his aid and bit the guard’s hand.
Dorian usually had his head on a swivel as he walked about, but today he was recalling what had been reading in the second Vampire Chronicles book he had been reading and totally at ease and without a worry of nightmares from weeks ago. Then the quartet of large, well armed and equipped guards hurried up behind Dorian and grabbed him. One struck him on the back of the head, knocking the young man out.
A sharp spike in heart rate and then blackness. Dorian didn’t recall anything until he woke up groggy and with throbbing headache lying in a heap in a small cell. Getting his bearings, he looked up towards the upper sections of the walls and ceiling - seeing little red lights in the pitch darkness other than a thin sliver of light along one portion of a wall. Dorian was sure the connection he shared with Caspian was still active. He had no idea where he was. Then panic began to slowly swell within him. He didn’t have much time to react once he pushed himself up to stand.
The light came on suddenly and the door unlocked and opened. Different guards came in - ones with pale blue neoprene gloves on. Dorian lashed out - swiping, punching, scratching, kicking - landing a few blows before he received a few in kind. Dragged out of the room half dazed, he was taken to an examination room with operation theatre-type lights, a table, doctors, people watching just above through windows, and equipment and tools/utensils on trays.
With each step, Dorian struggled and resisted. But he was overpowered and hauled upon the table and strapped down. Tensing, pushing, pulling at the restraints causing bruises and lacerations, the young man glared at the doctors and guards. This was a nightmare made real for him. For many of the days in the first two months of his time on the island, Dorian had dreamed of being taken by the government to be experimented upon and used for his ability. The risk of slipping down that muddy hill back to that terrified teenager was present once more. Fear and anger coursed through his veins as he gave those looking down at him at either side of the table a look that would indeed kill if he had the ability to enact such.