Narrative: Puck meets the Mysterious Man Who: Puck, the mysterious man, Jugs-the-nurse (NPCs) When: Tuesday Feb 21, evening Where: ??? Warnings: kidnapping, language, Puck What: Puck wakes up in a strange place.
Puck woke up slowly to bright light and this weird floaty feeling. A lady with nice jugs bent over him and blearily, he asked, "Is this Jewish Heaven?"
"Noah?" a man's voice asked, so Puck turned his head that way and saw a guy that looked kinda familiar, but also not. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Fire. Gold in Ashes. Motor Oil. Water. "I was … I was in the parking garage at the hospital. Sarah didn't want to see me, so I went back to my truck. Then Mike wanted to meet out by the quarry, so I went. There was a noise..." Blinking a few times, Puck looked around and saw that he was in a hospital bed and had a pretty nasty bruise on his arm, which felt stiff, but not in pain. "Did I get run over or something? Because my life really needed that right now."
The man frowned, but he didn't explain the bruise. "Are you still missing quite a few months worth of memory?"
Puck would have been suspicious of the question, but whatever drugs they'd given him were freaking awesome. He felt happy and weightless and pain free and didn't even care that much that he was a murderer.
"You do realize you said all that out loud, don't you, Noah?"
"Shit," he replied, rubbing his face with one heavy hand. "Forget that murderer part. I was joking."
"Except you weren't," the man insisted, scooting a little closer in his chair. "We know about your mother, Noah. We know about the man who died at the library. You were removed from Lima for your safety and the safety of those around you until you get back in control of your power."
"I've been trying," Puck insisted, feeling like the fog was draining away a little. "Dude, can I get some water or something? I feel like I've been eating dead mouse guts or maybe hummus."
The man snapped his fingers and jugs-lady - oh, she must be a nurse - came back and held a straw up to his lips. As he took a few sips and made eyes at the lady, the man started talking again. "Noah, you've probably gleaned some of this information from your peers, but that storm on Friday was no ordinary storm. It was an energy disturbance and has caused widespread havoc, much like the storm that occurred back in July, which I realize you don't remember. Since then, you developed into the strongest pyrokinetic we've ever seen. We've been watching you and monitoring your progress and you were doing well … until you forgot how to control it."
"Yeah, that sucked," Puck nodded, making a 'call me' gesture at the nurse, who rolled her eyes and left.
"Noah, focus," the man cried, snapping his fingers in front of Puck's face, which was a pretty douchey move. "We've tried to restore your memories and make you less dangerous, but obviously it hasn't worked. You'll have to start from scratch and get this under control before we can let you go."
Puck frowned, for the first time able to focus a little past the man beside him and seeing that he wasn't in a normal hospital room. It only had his bed and no window, unless you counted the big mirror in one wall. Puck knew from being arrested more than once that the mirror was two way and he wondered who the hell was watching him. "So I'm a prisoner?"
He swallowed nervously. Maybe he deserved it. But, the man had mentioned letting him go.
"Why not just keep me here forever?"
The man smirked and said, "Well, we know that the deaths that occurred because of your power were unintentional accidents, and this is still America, after all. As soon as we're satisfied that you're no longer a threat to the population, you will be released and allowed to attend the new facility my compatriots and I are in the process of constructing at McKinley. There you will receive more detailed instruction on how to harness this gift for the greater good."
"What if I don't give a crap about the greater good?"
The man smiled broadly and said, "I have no problem keeping you here, sedated, for the rest of your natural life, Noah. It's been done before, in … difficult cases. Oh, and don't even try to lie your way out. We've got a telepath keeping tabs on you." He tapped his forehead and Puck felt sick. Someone was listening to all his thoughts? Fuck. There was a reason he only opened his mouth occasionally. He knew some of the shit that went on in his brain wasn't normal, by any means. "Now, would you like to talk to your therapist now, or would you like more sedative?"
He'd been given a choice like this in Juvie, too. Do community service and get out early, or stay inside and get beaten up and starved for three more months. The choice was as clear now as it was back then.