damien harrington, human x-ray machine (seesthrough) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-03 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, ! plot: kidnapping, damien harrington |
WHO: Damien Harrington
WHAT: Part 2 of this
WHEN: 2nd/3rd January
WHERE: The usual
WARNINGS: ill, a little gross, kidnappery stuff
STATUS: done
He can’t help it. He feels so ill, sicker than he’d ever been in his whole life, but he can’t help it. They pushed him around, hooked him up to the lie detector and questioned him. His head aches, his forehead burns, but he’s still there. Still alive. It’ll kill him, but he’ll die who he always was. The spark of defiance is stronger than the fever eating away at his body, it holds him up and it helps him speak. The words are rough in his mouth, difficult to spit out at the man in front of him, but somehow Damien manages it. Dizzy, he looks up at them with an expression of pure hatred. They think he’s broken, perhaps he’s lost that power that makes him different. He’s never hated anyone before, not anyone. But now he hates them, loathes them with every inch of his might. He can’t see their faces, his vision obscured still, but he hates them. “Talk to us.” It isn’t a question, it’s an instruction. Damien has cooperated so far, albeit with mutinous glares and stubbornly dragging along his limbs, until they tasered him and dragged him to that gurney where he woke up into a nightmare. He’s freezing and flushed at once, sweat and dirt dried to his forehead as he glares up at them. He shakes curses out through teeth gritted as he struggles against the pain, and receives a swift blow to the side of his face for his troubles. It hurts, his head still throbbing from whatever they injected him with. They keep throwing questions at him, endlessly asking if he can see. He can barely see at all, that abhorrence clouding his vision more than the fever can. Hate is a stronger emotion than most, and it can fuel a person even in a desperate time. He’d rather die than give in to what they want to do to him. It felt as though they were killing him, and as much as death terrifies him he wouldn’t want to be changed. Again with the questions, and Damien closes his eyes for the briefest of moments. Over the burning hatred, layered in somewhere with the pain and delirium, he can feel something else. The stinging is behind his eyes, and he opens them once again. |