Who: Fred Holden & Everrett Mac
What: Fighting Unconsciousness & Unhappy Revelations
Where: Containment, Space Division, DoM
When: The tail end of sunrise, Friday, 18th July
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Closed;Complete
At some point the Unspeakables had finished with her during the night. They'd cut her up without the benefit of any anaesthetic and figured out how to keep the snow leopard restrained. Memories of the night were fuzzy at best, her mind having taken the responsibility of blocking most of it from her mind. She'd never managed to rip that man's throat out either. She'd done damage and she thought maybe he'd gone to St. Mungo's at some point but Fred remembered the man she kept thinking of as Calitri as being there with bandages wrapped around his neck. There may have been Cruciatus involved. A conversation between him and Marylou, the name she'd ascribed to the other Unspeakable, echoed in her head.
"You can't do that," the woman had told him.
"Why not? It can take it."
"It's an Unforgivable."
"Well it's not human. Who cares what we do to it?"They'd put her in a glass room. All the walls were glass from floor to ceiling and Fred had spent at least an hour scratching at the wall and running at it, slamming her body into the same body sidewise as she tried to crack it. There didn't seem to be a door. There was a cot, a toilet and a sink. Good thing she didn't have any problems with modesty. Eventually she'd wonder where her clothes were. For now the snow leopard lay in the middle of the floor exhausted. She was silent, too proud to whimper. She was healed now but her entire belly had blood matted into the fur. So much so it was hard to tell if she was still cut open or not. The Unspeakables hadn't bothered to try to stitch her once they'd realised she could heal herself anyway.
((OOC: Sorry Teri! I meant to get this up before I passed out last night but that happened sooner than I'd expected))