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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-11 12:04:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 15, dean winchester, experiment, leonard mccoy

Experiment: Dean Winchester and Leonard McCoy
Who: Dean Winchester and Bones McCoy
What: Enjoying the scenery
Where: An undisclosed location
When: Day 15, 8:00 AM
Rating: R. Explicit violence

Status: Complete

Good morning, subjects!

As Dean Winchester and Doctor McCoy wake up this morning they will find themselves strapped naked to metal exam tables. Above them, a blinding set of surgical lights prevents them from seeing directly above them. When Dean looks left he will be able to see Bones; as Bones will be able to see Dean.

No talking! Neither subject will be able to speak. You may grunt, you may groan, you may scream; but, you may not speak anything intelligible.

Hold tight, the doctor will be in shortly.

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hellsboy
2009-07-11 06:54 pm UTC (link)

The dream was one of the best he'd had since landing here in Vas Captio. No words could describe the montage of sights and sounds and sensations. He could have happily stayed in this dream for a good long time. Dean sighed with a smile and rolled over on his side. Wait. Why wasn't he rolling? His eyes didn't open immediately because he wanted to stay partially submerged in slumber in case it was possible to just go back to sleep and pick up where he left off.

Except there was a very strong something holding him down and now that he was rising to the surface of sleep, he could feel that he was also very naked. No morning wood, thank god. Damned red-eyed demon must've tied him down so he could steal all the food for himself.

Dean's eyes fluttered open and he attempted to shout a few obscenities but nothing more than a loud growl came out. He didn't have time to wonder at that as he was met with the sight of what? He could hardly see in the brightness. Artificial brightness. But Vas didn't have electricity. He tugged at his arms and legs, trying to find a way to free himself as his eyes became accustomed to the lights enough to see the man to his left, also naked and strapped to a table.

"Ugh! Arrrrrbuhhh!" he called to the man. What the fuck? "Ohhhhherrrrk." The Cajun obviously had nothing to do with this. This was what happened to him the last time, wasn't it? They'd taken him. Fucked with him and sent him back in with no memories and a tattoo. He hadn't thought they'd do it again after the reset but they had. Fuckers.

Except something was wrong. He shouldn't be conscious, should he? And who was that other poor man.

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justmybones
2009-07-11 07:15 pm UTC (link)

Doctor McCoy was dreaming of his first comparative anatomy class where they did their first dissection of a Klingon heart. The heart, replicated from Klingon DNA had never known what it meant to beat inside a chest or be corroded by plaque and fat, making it a perfect specimen; one never tainted by abuse. Bones lifted his scalpel and started on the right ventricle, separating the tissue carefully. "Look at that," he mumbled, his sleeping self wanting to echo but only managing "Lmmphsh-k."

Innately, the subconscious mind of McCoy perceived something was not right in the waking world. His eyes snapped open to be flooded by a painful, white light. He winched "Ugh?" He asked, more mutters to follow. With horror he realized he could not form any words.

He tilted his head right and then left, spying the poor naked bastard tied to the other table. Bones' eyes, bright green in the harsh light widened. There was someone behind the other man. "Ugh!" Bones cried. There was a man in a white surgeon's gown. The gown was streaked in red at the front. McCoy couldn't tell what the white clad man was doing, but he could hear the metallic twang of something on metal trays. "Argggggh!" He flexed against the restraints.

This couldn't be good.

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hellsboy
2009-07-11 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Maybe this is what it had been like last time. Maybe he had been fully aware through the entirety of whatever process they had done to him and then they'd just wiped his brain afterward? Dean swallowed hard and felt a pang of fear flutter in his chest. What was that sound? He hadn't noticed it before because he'd been struggling and trying to cuss and talk to the man on the other table. Now he heard it. Metallic scrapes and clatters of oh fuck.

Dean's eyes went wide in spite of the brilliant light. His pupils dilating painfully as he pulled and shrugged his arms and legs again, trying to free himself. He could see the man in white. The man who looked like a doctor. The man who was messing with surgical instruments over to the side.

But I'm awake! Dean thought. Right? I'm awake, yes. And they won't do surgery while I'm awake. That was only logical because no one did that kind of thing except in the movies, right? He breathed a bit more calmly now but he was still pissed at having been taken again. He wasn't about to let them screw around with his insides or whatever even if they did anesthetize him first. There had to be a way out and he would find it.

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justmybones
2009-07-11 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Dean was flailing, though, Bone's didn't understand why. He hadn't even looked in the direction of that white clad form. Maybe that other dude just didn't like being restrained. Maybe he just was reacting to the look on Bones' face. That could be it. Bones worked hard to calm down. He could feel his heart and it was practically beating out of his chest. The Surgeon stayed quite still on the other side of Dean, writing something in a chart.

With his eyes alone, trying not to make any vocal noises (what good were they, anyway?) McCoy tried to get his fellow subject to look over his shoulder, to see the surgeon and what he was doing. LOOK! the doctor's eyes said.

Clenching his fists he again tried to rally against the cuffs holding his hands at his side, the strap across his shoulders and waist, the restraint around his ankles. All he managed to do was grunt and breathe and heave. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. And all he could see was white light and a barbarian.

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hellsboy
2009-07-11 07:54 pm UTC (link)

Dean wondered if the other guy was thinking as clearly as he thought he was right now. They were in danger, sure, but there was always a way out. He'd find it and he'd get that dude out too. There must be somewhere in the straps that was weak enough to exploit until one or more of them gave way. The dude with the lab coat wasn't even paying attention no matter how much noise they made so it wasn't like he needed to be sneaky about what he was doing. How anyone naked, strapped to a table under intense light could be sneaky was beyond Dean anyway.

No, you had to get a sense of humor about all of this. Probably this was all just scare tactics anyway. Dean was slowly talking himself out of the fluttering of fear that continued to jump in his chest periodically as he felt the near complete immobility he'd been rendered into by the restraints he was under. Slowly calming himself in a way he wished he could do for the other guy too consider the dude was like wide-eyed and insistent about something. His eyes seemed to be warning or pleading and Dean couldn't see any immediate reason to be so frantic other than the guy had never been through being held captive before.

Not that it was old meme to Dean either but the doctor or whatever he was just wasn't doing a whole lot in the way of being threatening. Probably the jerks running this place wanted to study their response to this situation and that would be that. So he merely furrowed his brows at the other guy and made a demonstrative move to work at his bonds as though telling the dude that's what he ought to be worried about right now.

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justmybones
2009-07-12 02:03 am UTC (link)

Where Bones came from they didn't need to use straps. They used invisible fields of energy or paralyzing sedatives. Straps? Barbarism. Something told McCoy that barbarism was the precisely the point. He closed his eyes and tried to focus. He couldn't speak, the bonds were tight, and it appeared like he was going to have to watch this stranger be tortured. He took a deep breath and shuddered.

There was a grinding of old wheels as a table was pushed from the wall to collide with Dean's table eliciting a clang that made the southerner jump a little. He didn't like thinking about this. Bones squeezed his eyes shut. Take me out first, don't make me watch... he thought, balling his hands into fists. Again his eyes popped open with just enough time to see the bloody doctor pulling on his gloves and readying his scalpel.

"Nuuuunguuuh!" He groaned, to no avail.

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hellsboy
2009-07-12 03:43 am UTC (link)

The other guy was really getting to Dean. There were just some things that you didn't panic about. Not being paid any attention to while being held captive for so long, even if you were naked! Well none of it was that big of a deal, really. Common sense told Dean that he was fine. He was going to get out of this one way or another because he'd either McGyver himself a way out or they weren't planning on a whole lot of anything other than psychological torture. Either way, he could handle it.

He thought he saw a crack in the strap holding his arms to the table. He started to work at his wrist in a certain way as to make the crack bigger and pull his wrist free. But something stopped him with a slow intake of breath. It felt like someone was close by now that hadn't been there before. He could feel the electricity that every body gave off unconsciously and the hairs on his arm began to stand up straight.

Except no one was there. That was just stupid. Dean pulled at the wrist cuff again for a breath and then suddenly he knew there was something hanging over him. His breath was coming back as though reflected and his heart pumped hard and fast with anticipation. His body knew something wasn't right even if he couldn't see it. Dean sucked in a deep breath and held it, waiting for something. Waiting for what? What the fuck was going on here?

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