He had been taken out of the cell, on his own, knocked out and dumped in some maze.
So like a good little lab rat Nott had given the camera in the ceiling a two fingered salute and started walking.
His only clues was that the guy who had taken him out was Valente’s father and he had whispered in his year that ‘adrenaline aggravates the effects’.
The Effects of what? Nott didn’t think he wanted to know.
He should have known this would happen. He wasn’t a special experiment he was just a grunt that had been bred and trained and probably would have been sold by now if it wasn’t for the fact he had escaped last year. His brother may have been sold, Nott hopped he had been, if he hadn’t that meant he must have died back at the first complex, like Nuit.
Nott punched the wall next to him, concentrating on the sting in his knuckles instead of the sting in his eyes.
He hadn’t thought about his brother or sister in months, and there was no point thinking about it now. He just had to make sure that he survived now. Maybe if he proved resourceful enough they would put him back up for sail and he could make another shot at escaping, anything to make sure he didn’t end up fodder for any of the really nasty tests.
He took a deep breath and tried to get his heart to slow down. There was no reason for it to be beating that fast in the first place.
Unless he’d been drugged again.
If Owen had drugged him, father to Valente or not he was going to rip the guys throat out...
Oh shit
Nott had felt like this before ‘adrenaline aggravates the effects’ indeed. They had given him Ragnarok!
Nott stared pacing thoughts running a mile a second.
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to end up like Nuit. I don’t -
“I won’t.” Nott whispered to himself. “I’m in here alone, there’s no point in giving me an overdose when I’m in here alone, they already know what will happen.”
Nott leaned against the wall and let himself side to the floor his and hands dug into his brown and grey hair.
Calm down. Calm down. Fear and anger equals adrenaline which equal’s bad so stay cal-
“Hello!”
“Gah!”
Nott looked up, on hand clamped over his chest and the other spread over the wall behind him.
The fox that looked like Nuit was there.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“No. Go away.” Nott snapped.
The vixen looked upset at that, her ears drooped and her tail which had been wagging stilled.
Nott sighed and buried his head in his knees. Why him?
He took a few deep breaths and looked up, nope she was still there.
“Why aren’t you attacking me anyway?” Nott asked. “I smacked you pretty hard last time.”
The Nuit-look-alike shrugged one shoulder and dropped down before him.
“I wasn’t ordered too.” She said. “My name’s Tonenili”
“Nott Lovell.” Nott replied, maybe he’d be allowed to just sit her and talk until the drug ran though his system.
Yeah right.
“So what were you ordered to do?” Nott asked.
“Find you and stay with you.” Tonenili said.
“Great, so Tone- Tonenilla - Tonnily...” Nott muttered under his breath and forced himself to calm down again. “Do you have a nick name?”
“Tonny.” Tonenili answered with a slight giggel which made Nott want to -
Right calm, calm, stay calm and hopefully don’t end up like a rabid.
“Er...Tonny, um...”
The vixen’s long brown and grey hair covered her face which was angled towards Nott but it was impossible to tell if she was actually looking at him.
“Just shoot her already.” Acteon hissed.
“Nuit?” Nott said. “Haven’t you got anything to say to me?”
Nuit just kept swaying as if she couldn’t hear him, or if she was trying to ignore him.
“Nuit please.” Nott tried again. “Don’t make me shoot you.”
“Please…” Nuit whispered. “Please.”
“Anything Nuit come on pull yourself together and tell me what you want.”
“…Kill…me…before I…”
Nott didn’t say anything.
Nuit’s breath was getting harsher and harsher, suddenly she threw her head back her face revealed, blood covered mouth and blood shot eyes. She shot forward, clawed fingers reaching for Nott.
Nott narrowed his eyes.
And pulled the trigger.
“Noth- oh to hell with it!” Nott hissed. “I think I’ve been drugged with something that might make me want to hurt you, if I...start foaming at the mouth or something either kill me or hide from me okay?”
“You have rabies?” Tonenili asked.
“No.” Nott snapped. “Just...it might not even happen but -”
“...please...”
“I don’t want to hurt you, so you need to know. Okay?”
There was a long moment where no one said anything, Nott resorted to counting seconds to keep himself from thinking because he couldn’t seem to be able to think of anything that didn’t make him annoyed, and right now the second something started annoying him it started to make him angry. Nott almost laughed as he was reminded of the famous hunk quote.
“You’re nice Nott.” Tonenili said suddenly.
“Huh? Where did that come from? I snacked on the head with a butt of a gun last time I saw you.”
“Yeah but you had to then, you don’t have to now and you haven’t so there.”
“Ooookay.” Nott said.
Tonenili giggled again. Nott flattened his ears in anger without thinking, and then sighed again angry at himself, surely he could control himself better than that right? Right?
Stuipid, possibly-zombie-making drug.
Nott pulled himself to his feet again and offered his hand to -Nuit- Tonenili. Maybe he’d be able to control his moods better if he could feel like he was doing something instead of just waiting to see if the worse would happen.
Last time he had been drugged he hadn’t know, and the stronger Ragnarok hadn’t been taken from Fenris’ blood, or not perfected at least. There was no chance of him turning to a monster, although he had lost his temper and attacked his arsehole of a handler.
This time... Nott fisted his hands, not knowing if they were shaking from fear or anger.
“So why do you have a last name Nott Lovell?”
“Chose it myself.” Nott said. “I escaped once see.”
Nott smiled to himself remembering Tony’s farm, Fenris’ ‘fixer upper’ house that looked more like a ‘about to fall down any second house.’ Valente’s flat with his fridge full of beer...damn he missed beer. The second he got back out he was going to go on the biggest binge... and then Mani would rip him a new one the next morning because he would probably do something stupid and either break something or... something. But it would be worth it.
“You escaped?” Tonenili said sounding awed.
“Yeah, and well, I forged me some papers saying I was a pet morph instead of a military morph and it turns out that pet morphs are allowed last names.” Nott explained before his expression turned dark. “But then I got myself caught again.”