Who: Damien Thorn and Claire Bennet [with NPC guards/hostiles, and any who want to be free] When: Tonight Where: Secret base facility What: It's time to get out Warnings: Language, violence, torture references, deaths, blood, possible gore Note: Multiples welcome if anyone else wants him to get them out, but just wait for Claire's part and make a new comment with your character in their cells. :)
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Damien had remained outwardly calm during the duration of his.. imprisonment? Could he really be technically a captive if he was here willingly? Of course they didn't know that. He was just another hostile. A dangerous one, they knew by now, like a poisonous snake that was calm and pretty on the outside. His cell had frequent visitors, mostly assistant doctors or nurses who came to put a needle in him, which of course he would just smile and allow it. And he'd talk during it, maybe even bit of small talk. Unfortunately, the shots did very little. Another problem? In most cases, while the clinical worker had come to drug him as an enemy, they would often leave as a devoted ally. And during shift change when he'd get a different attendee with another shot to give, he'd turn them as well, including whatever guard would be present.
And of course there was the rare case where it didn't take, where they avoided eye contact, or wore musical headphones when dealing with him. And so he opted to let his chaotic energy come out of him, resulting in a few cases of people stabbing themselves, or bashing their heads against the wall til dead, or whatever. And as usual, the tactics changed yet again. He was left alone for the most part, there was a sense of dread among the non-affected, whispers of avoiding him at all costs. So instead of direct injections, the wall and ceiling vents were used instead.
And of course he would laugh at those times, raising his head higher, purposely sniffing at it, and waving his hands to pull more of the knockout smoke his way, laughing and mocking the whole way. There were a couple times where he did actually feel a bit drowsy, but the effect was fleeting, Sometimes a second or two, while others were for a minute, but in the end his body's system resisted it. He began to think this was why he had yet to be taken to the operating area under Walsh or Renfro.
They would want him to be able to be sedated or not fully conscious. Because he knew full well that if he was in a meeting with them, non-drugged, in full power... ohhh. Anything terrible could happen. Probably even make them fall on their own swords, so to speak. Which, he would have to admit, was maybe five percent why he came here, just to get to the leaders in person, take their minds, and thusly bind their souls to him, or even end them, or just pretty much make them do whatever he wished as his loyal puppets. Humans were so easy to get under his thrall, even the strongest ones. Or he could turn any object or machine there into a sentient weapon, and cause a grisly accident. Which made him wonder again, if they knew what he really was. The Beast. Antichrist. It certainly would make sense to want him drugged before they met. On the other hand, maybe it was just a simple matter that they wanted him that way because they wanted to have the control, that they just liked having a power trip over their patients.
But at least now he had almost twice the amount of loyal support from the staff than when he had initially been brought in here. His disciples. He thought that maybe after another handful or two, it would be enough for a bit of some civil war bloodshed. But for now, the larger amount he had now was enough to be useful. He had heard an alarm going off a day before, heard the sounds of breaking glass, of fighting, screams of pain. Good, less soldiers, the better. He was informed by a few of his loyal guards that there had been a rescue attempt, but that there were new captures but also a good amount escaped. And now, tonight, Damien rested on the bed in his cell. His plan was coming together. Slowly, though, he was hoping they would be out much earlier. But he had patience. He knew that when it was time to make his move, when he would make his way out, that it would work. Even if it failed, he could use even that for his purposes.
It was close to midnight when he heard a tapping at his glass. He immediately stood up, seeing a couple of the armed guards. Damn, not another.. ohh. Those were his people. That helped him relax more. He'd been feeling agitated for a short time. He had a foreboding sense that if he continued to stay here, it might go bad for him. They might eventually make the perfect drug. But he had come here to rescue Tandy, to find Claire, Jill, Ash, and anyone else on the list.
And apparently now there were a few more. He gave a nod, and the door was opened. "My Lord," the first one said, "we got that information for you. The cells of those you must free." And then he was told the number of Tandy and Claire. Not only that but.. Tandy was out, and also Ash? Most interesting. Of course he'd need to check their cells to make sure, but it seemed to be good news indeed. So they only needed the rest. Damien smiled at this. Now was the time.
"Good," he said, stepping out of the cell freely. "My command - assemble all but two security, follow me." He watched as the second guard switched to a secret frequency on his comm and gave the order. After several minutes, there was a row of six armed men in dark military suits, though he knew there were more not far from them. "Right now. I need two of your team to go into the surveillance room and 'relieve' the man or men on duty. With your blades. And then take their place. Disable cams." He gave a nod of thanks as he heard booted footsteps heading off to do just that. Good, very good. That would be useful for a time, until the 'replacements' were discovered. Which made it very important to get this done quickly. "Now let's free some people."
Damien made his way through the halls, opening a few of the occupied cells (actually he made a gesture and it opened, or a guard did it for him). So far he had found a meta, as well as three vampires... whom he had stripped away their IVs. "Come, drink from me, take my strength," he offered, spreading out his arms. Hesitant at first, then one drinking from his wrist, and the other one, and the third from his neck. He breathed heavy as he felt the draining from him, then told them enough, and as they let go, his wounds had already started closing up. And the vamps? Eyes wide in shock, gasping as he felt euphoric and stronger, faster than they ever had before. Just what kind of power was this, who was their savior? No matter, they would use this. "Also.. when we leave, if either of you don't think you'd mind working at Katherine's brothel, I'd suggest you go there to offer service. I believe her employees are treated well. And protected."
He continued down another hall, giving another order that four men, which he named, were needed to ready an armored van transport, in fact, to prepare two or three just in case. And yet once again his order was relayed. Excellent. Now just a few more things to do and they'd be set. He continued down the way, past a few empty cells, then found one occupied. The one he'd been seeking, There was a young blond woman in the bed, with a machine beside her, with IV tubes going into her arms, followed by the nose section. It was her. He had found Claire Bennet. "Fucking assholes," he said under his breath. "Men, wait right here. Guard the door and wait for us to come out." He looked at the meta and three vampires. "You can wait outside too. Don't worry, we'll be going soon."
Damien then stared and the door opened, as he slowly walked in and knelt by the bed. "Now first, disabling this piece of shit," he said, touching the machine, after which it shut down. And was somehow unusable. Ohh, he hoped it was expensive. His next action was carefully pulling the tubes from her arms, then her nose. Then he softly tapped her on the shoulder. "Claire? Claire.. wake up. Hey.. it's just me. Damien, from the prison. These people are not going to hurt you anymore. But now it's time to go. Are you able to move? Can you get up, or do you still feel the drugs inside you?" He could understand if she still felt numb or groggy, which he was more than happy to fix. Anything to help give her the energy needed to escape.