Naila al-Kimyai is the Demon's (head) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-19 23:12:00
Welcome to Ra's TV Virus hour
[Public]
[The video feed is live, and the room is dark, but there are certain indicators that make it obvious it's a warehouse. There's the sound of water in the near distance. The woman is blindfolded and on a metal table. She's hooked up to an infusion pump, the needle in the side of her neck, and a man's voice can be heard offscreen, asking questions about the four plagues, about what the fourth one felt like. The woman is crying, shaking, and her voice is jagged and raw, as if she's been screaming a lot. Her fingers clench and unclench, and drops of blood fall onto the table from where she's cut into her palm with her fingernails.
An off screen voice asks:] Do you remember what I told you about the plagues?
The- the first one was something with an s, something with an s. The second was pneumonia, something like that. The third was bubonic- [She has trouble with the fourth.] The- the fourth was yours, the one you created. It felt like- It hurt. Everything hurt. Fuck, you. No one's coming. He's not coming for me. He won't walk into your trap. He's not stupid. [She laughs, a little maniacally.] He doesn't care anymore.
[There are three men visible, all behind the table, dressed in Assassin black. She doesn't know they're there, and her blindfolded face is turned toward the camera, toward the man that is obviously standing beyond it.
From beyond the camera, the man's voice is heard again, gently correcting.] Septicemic. Your Doctor friend should what it is. And they have twelve hours to find you before you turn into a carrier for all four. Sweet dreams, Ms. Kyle.
[She screams, the sound is a wail. It goes and goes until her voice is gone, and she fights uselessly with the restraints before going completely, brokenly still.
The camera jostles and then goes still, seemingly sat down as the camera man walks away off screen. The feed continues for those watching.]