Evelyn Foster ✗ Mystique (usorthem) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-01-23 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | evelyn foster, gunnar richards, thea peeters |
Who: Gunnar Richards, Evelyn Foster & Thea Peeters
What: An unintentional rescue mission (1/2)
Where: A reincarnate “treatment” facility in Pittsburgh, PA
When: Saturday, January 23rd 2016
Warnings: Violence, torture, and language
Gunnar and Evelyn had worked out something of a system, since they’d begun tracking down traces of the facilities responsible for what was, as they uncovered further evidence of their deeds, very nearly a genocide of reincarnates. They had been methodical, pulling apart the locations thoroughly enough that there would be no reappropriating the materials used therein. All the names they had found, Gunnar had kept track of, files beginning to build up in his home. He never had guests, outside of Evelyn, there was no point in trying to hide the information that they’d recovered. It was safer in his home than it would have been nearly anywhere else. He didn’t plan on inviting anyone inside that wouldn’t appreciate what it was that they were doing.
Facility after facility destroyed, but always too late, sometimes by what Gunnar could only assume (from the state of the bodies left behind) was mere days, the places abandoned as they received word that another place had been razed, another set of secure locations compromised by the information that they’d found there. It was a race, one that infuriated Gunnar because they never seemed to be fast enough, no matter how promptly they moved on the information that they uncovered. Every failure only drove him to work harder, only drove his obsession with seeing an end to these torture chambers to greater heights. He hadn’t been to work in two weeks, claiming illness when he ran out of personal days. He’d been taking a lot of personal days, lately. He imagined he’d receive some sort of disciplinary action, soon, but it was truly amazing how little Gunnar cared, anymore, for that carefully constructed old life. The old life of a man who’d found a balance and dedicated himself to carefully maintaining it, the life of a man who was trying, on some level, not to be the villain that others had made him out to be.
He’d let guilt over that period in his younger life when he’d lost control rule him for too long. How much important work had he missed out on trying to make amends for youthful stupidity? He knew exactly how much time he’d wasted trying to earn the forgiveness of someone who would never be willing to give it? That Gunnar was gone, and the one that had taken his place had the sort of drive, the sort of purpose, that the lost man he’d been had never found. He’d rediscovered what he’d known, all along; the world needed villains, far more than it would ever really need heroes.
This particular facility was likely to be more of the same. They’d arranged to go to it as soon as they’d determined the exact location, but the mundies running it were likely a step ahead of them again, hastily clearing out before Gunnar and Eve arrived. It would still lead them to more information. It would still be a heavy financial hit for the organization funding the experiments within. It was still worthwhile, no matter how frustrating never quite catching up to them was. They would catch up, someday. They came closer with each facility they destroyed. One day, they would be the ones a step ahead, and they would show no mercy.
Gunnar adjusted the helmet he’d made, modeled after Erik’s but far less showy. The rest of what he wore was less showy, as well, and far more tactical. More appropriate for the kind of undertakings that they had planned than the atrocity that Erik had chosen for himself, in the comic books he’d come from. Gunnar respected Erik greatly, was fond of him in the way that one tended to be fond of the first person to truly understand him, but he did question his sense of fashion. Satisfied that his helmet would be staying on, he glanced over at Evelyn, making her own last minute preparations, as well. “On my mark.”