Rae Alghren (prettydeadly) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-05-29 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [05] may, rae |
WHO: Rae, Rory (and AJ?) and Marigold Stone (NPC, controlled by Lucy)
WHAT: Being captives, naturally.
WHERE: The government breeding facility.
WHEN: Forward-dated to June 1st, 2019; evening.
RATING: Medium for language, likely.
STATUS: In progress.
Since she'd woken up in her hospital room from hell, Rae had been doing whatever she could to make these government men lead hell-lives. She was uncooperative and always put up a fight when they tried to do... whatever it was they did. If they had expected a perfect specimen in her, boy oh boy had they been dreaming.
With her defiance, though, came some unexpected side-effects. The men running the place, especially that one who she'd punched in the face, didn't take to kindly to being defied and every time she tried to be defiant, they would point out every single cruel, torturous way they were going to kill Elliot if he came for her. That... was the only time she faltered. The only time her defiance failed. She knew they wouldn't kill her or her baby, since they'd gone so far out of their way to get them. But Elliot... they wouldn't hesitate. Not if what she'd heard about Leah's boyfriend was true. The moment they reminded her of what they'd do to him... she stopped fighting. She let them take blood to perform whatever tests they needed to perform.
Being kidnapped was never expected to be a walk in the park. But this? This was something she'd never expected.
Something she never thought would be real. This facility was like something out of a horror movie. The outside doors were locked down tighter than a prison (an amusing note that Rae could say she knew as fact now), and so were the rooms that the government men frequented. But the mothers' rooms, and the rooms that they kept children in? They weren't locked. There were women walking the halls all the time, and there was a central room that was supposed to be something like a sitting room. It was eerily minimalistic, however. There were no pictures on the walls and very few toys for the children to play with. There was a small TV/DVD combo that played the same movie all day, so it felt more like a doctor's office waiting room than a rec room.
For whatever reason, the blood they'd taken from her wasn't enough so she'd just finished with another session getting some drawn (she was beginning to think they were doing it to keep her weak). Afterward, the men who'd done it wandered off to do whatever hellish thing it was they did, leaving Rae to wander into the "rec room" and sit. For as much as she wanted to break down and cry, as much as she wanted to just let her fear, worry and anger out in tears, she refused to allow these men to break her so easily.
She could only hope that Rory was doing okay in here somewhere, or that someone else would come in, because the longer she sat here alone, the more chance she'd have to do just that.