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Tweak says, "We are Groot"

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
2009-07-16 05:23 pm UTC (link)

Dean heard the other guy hiss and saw the fucker cutting his feet. Of all things that seemed like the worst thing possible. For some reason that was worse than anything in his mind. It made his own toes curl and he wanted to vomit again but he swallowed hard, forcing his eyes away to the face of the other man. The poor bastard. They had to get out of here. He couldn't stand anymore of this.

He was so intently focused on struggling his way free, the adrenaline flooding his system as though injected rather than natural, that the sensation of his tattoo being cut from his arm was merely a scratch and a pinch to him. He snarled loudly at the sight of it, momentarily frightening himself with how feral and animalistic it sounded. He was not completely human anymore, was he? Something had pushed him within a breath of that place where men go insane.

When the slice of the blade found the soft skin below his right eye in a superficial nick of the flesh, the fight suddenly left Dean's body entirely. He held so still, his breath caught in his chest, nostrils flaring with a sudden renewal of the fear he hadn't allowed to surface before. It was flooding him now.

In his mind's eye he saw himself naked and strapped to another table, this time face down as unseen hands did one spinal tap and lumbar puncture after another in between multiple slashes into his spine with a scalpel, severing and separating and filling him with the dread of knowing that if he didn't die from the amazing amount of pain and loss of blood, he would be completely paralyzed for the rest of his life.

Except they'd patched him up good as knew, stamped him expired and sent him back into the game for more horror. Dean's eyes filled with tears again. The tears mingling with the blood beneath both eyes as the skin beneath his left eye was nicked with the unseen scalpel. Right then the only thing he wanted was to die. But there was nothing he could do but endure. He could hear himself, as though he were outside of his body at some distance. Gurgled sobs wrenched from his throat and if he could have, Dean would have given up.

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