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    He stood awkwardly next to the chair, hearing the door open. Someone walked in, and by the sound of it, it was a man carrying a tray of food. Ethan grimaced as he finally got past his eyes to realize what was going on. We're just lab rats, aren't we? Even when they're feeding us, it's an experiment. He felt his neck for the bit of metal responsible for restraining their tongues. What other basic needs will they use as a funnel for torture? Are we going to be tested right now? The man set their meals on the table, ready to eat.


    "I DON'T THINK SO!" he yelled, grabbing the foldout chair and swinging it at the man, hitting him right in the face. Ethan stumbled backward, both as a result of the expected electric shock and the fact that he was unable to keep his balance without being able to see, laughing maliciously even when he slipped and hit his head on the edge of the table. He fell to the floor, giving in to the painful convulsions of his electrocution. "I won't become a set of numbers so easily, f*cker."


    ooc: minor anger management issues

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    ooc: well, at least it's not serious. i mean, wouldn't it be terrible if ethan got really angry?


    ic: Verity didn't realize how hungry she was until she actually saw the food. Although it looked like some kind of flavorless nutrition bars, she was eager to eat. She looked over at Ethan, who hadn't sat down in his chair, but the man bringing the tray didn't seem angry about it. In fact, his expression was completely neutral. As he set down the tray, he started to turn to leave. Before he could, however, Verity shrieked as Ethan suddenly flung his chair right into the man's face. His face was a portrait of rage, unlike anything she had ever seen. He was screaming at the man, even through the shocks, and fell to the ground after his head hit the table rather hard.


    The man ethan hit had his face in his hand,s and verity could see blood oozing out from between his fingers. He wasn't making a noise, but the girl could see him press a button on his sleeve. Immediately, men poured in, pushing the man out and holding ethan to the floor. Verity wanted to scream, but she had had enough shocks for one day. SHe, also, was grabbed by men, and was dragged out the door. Pulling against their grasps, she leaned forward to catch a glimpse of ethan, who was completely covered by men.
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    ooc: I think you'll see once he gets his powers. I probably should have added Antisocial Personality Disorder to his form as well, hmm....


    ic: Ethan didn't resist. He wasn't even able to. He was a bit surprised when he didn't feel any additional pain, but then he realized that he could barely feel anything at all. He tittered lightly. What were all these guys doing? It comforted and amused him to know that he, a 15-year-old boy, was apparently required to be restrained by this many men. They started moving around, doing more tests as far as he could tell, and then he felt the dull stab of another needle. Why? A sedative?


    The drug began to work almost immediately. Not only did it make his head float, Ethan was no longer able to move. Paralysis. Great. Couldn't they see that he was barely able to stay conscious? My, such a violent reaction. I guess they don't get many rebels, do they? he wondered, closing his eyes as he was carried away. Then I'll be the last, whichever way it ends.

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    ooc: speaking of powers, when would you like them to receive them? Should the next drug they receive be the superpower one, or do you want to wait?


    It was no time at all when verity was dumped back into her room. With disappointment, she noticed that she had not been left any food, which meant she would have to wait until tomorrow to eat anything at all. Why did ethan have to go and do that? sure, he might be angry, but having a temper tantrum won't help in any way! Clenching her jaw, Verity paced around her room, feeling sorry for herself. But, after a while, she cooled down and began to wonder what was happening to ethan now. Were they going to kill him? Would they torture him? The girl fretted in spite of herself. For all she knew, he was the only other person in here that had been kidnapped.
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    ooc: I'm flexible. I think it would be interesting if Verity received powers first and Ethan had to wait a few days. Also, Ethan really can't do much right now. Good job, Ethan; what a wonderful situation you've put yourself in.


    ic: Ethan drifted away from his body and into the depths of his subconscious. His thoughts became the murmur of dreams echoing thoughout his mind, yet he stayed oddly aware through it all. He was a bystander, watching the jumbled images flit by like frames on a roll of film. His past and his dreams, like the flake of ice that chipped away from a glacier, floated beyond his reach to melt alone and forgotten into the indistinguishable waters of the vast and uncaring ocean. What will happen now? The question appeared again and again. He couldn't get it to go away.


    What will happen to me now?


    At least Ethan could still see his memories, but even they were fading away, as if they knew they were no longer able to help him. His mother, her cinnamon hair, her warm blue eyes, the soft touch of her hand on his shoulder... he would never feel her comfort again. She was the only one. The only one in the entire world, and yet... she had shipped him off to a stupid boarding school. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be here. It was her fault. He should have known better than to love someone.

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    ooc: sounds like a plan. Also...
    poor ethan. i don't think he is a happy right now.


    ic: Verity felt like crying. She was hungry and thirsty, and wasn't sure how much longer she could spend in this quiet, much less sleep in it. She was beginning to feel tired, but she knew sleep would likely never come, mostly due to insomnia and the fact that she was frightened. Too frightened to sleep, to frightened to talk, just in case the buzzer on her neck was still on.


    She felt like her life was over. In fact, she knew it was. I'm never getting out of here. They will keep me here until i die, then my body will be cast away like some broken toy. Slowly, she felt hot tears crawl down her cheeks, until they dropped onto her clothing. Very soon, her face was drenched, and her eyes were red from lamenting. Her tears eventually ran out, and her spirits were lower than the floor.


    ooc: I think a timeskip to morning, or at least what they perceive as morning, is in order.
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    ooc: Right-o.


    ic: Ethan blinked. He was alive? He tried to sit up, but found that he was effectively strapped to a bed. Soon, feeling returned to his body, and he immediately wished it hadn't. His skull felt like it was recently used as ammunition for a war cannon, every muscle ached, and his throat was as dry as an un-ripe plantain. His joints groaned as he struggled against his bonds, giving him the impression of a rusty tin man. His stomach growled loudly, threatening to cannibalize itself if it wasn't fed soon. But worst of all, his eyesight had deteriorated.


    Only faint smudges were visible to him now. Ethan glared at the ceiling, not able to turn his head. He yelled nonsensically, not caring whether anyone heard him. It seemed days before he heard the click of a lock, and once again the footsteps of his torturers. He was unstrapped from his bed and carried along the hallways. He didn't fight this time. He didn't need to. He knew enough already.


    They took him to another examination room. Whether it was the same room as before, he didn't care. Ethan was examined again, the woman gave her report again, and he was stuck with a needle again. What do they hope to accomplish? he wondered dimly. That they were just sadists who wanted to torture children was unlikely. This is clearly an illegal operation, but well-funded. To think that they're testing unorthodox medicinal drugs is moronic. They must be making weapons.


    But what kind of weapons? They managed to destroy his eyes overnight, or did they really? How long had Ethan actually been here? He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize the test was over. A man hoisted him up and escorted him down another corridor, then tossing him back into the room from yesterday.

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    Verity spent the rest of the night in agony. Not only was she scared , hungry, and needed to use the toilet, but she was also in total silence. As the minutes ticked slowly passed, she eventually tried to make a noise. To her relief, nothing happened. So, I guess it's only when i'm with someone else. As she tried to distract herself with other thoughts, she knew deep in her mind that this was going to be a very long, sleepless night.


    The lights in her room eventually flicked off, leaving Verity to believe that they wanted her to go to sleep. Of course, that was never going to happen. If she was at home, she would usually listen to music, or go online and watch some good ol' Game Grumps, which was the only thing able to make her laugh in a tired, delusional state. But, of course, she had none of that here. So, instead, she decided to sing. While she wasn't an exceptional singer, she was able to keep a tune, enough so that it didn't sound like a camel was dying. She sang whatever came to her mind, and that included nursery songs and songs she hated. It must have sounded odd, hearing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" coming out of her room. But as she hoped, it kept her sane, and that was good enough for her.


    Several hours passed, and the lights turned back on. Like yesterday, the door opened, but only one person came through. They must have figured that she was far too tired to resist, and they were right. As he ushered her roughly down the hall, she stumbled on shaking legs, a classic example of her tired state. Like before, she was put into a chair and stuck with a needle. It was a different drug, however, and she could feel no changes. At least, not physically. As she was taken out of the room, her head began to swim. Her vision became blurry and unfocused, and her thoughts became rampant, not able to focus on one thing. She was pushed into another room, but she didn't bother to see if ethan was there. this drug was making her disconnected, like she had no control over her thoughts.


    ooc: i couldn't resist mentioning game grumps. if you don't know what that is, you probably think i'm a weirdo.
    i think verity will be given the "superpower" drug on the next day. For now, this one is making her very unfocused, and i was thinking it would make her upset at ethan for no reason.
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    ooc: I watch Grame Grumps sometimes, but not often.
    Sounds good. I'm thinking that the drugs given to Ethan affect him subtly. This one's not so subtle, though.


    ic: Ethan pulled himself upright as someone else entered the room. Without his vision, he couldn't tell who it was, but by the sound of it, it was an affected subject. Well, that's great, but at least no one will be in my way, he muttered to himself, letting go of the table to try walking on his own. He needed to learn how eventually, and now was the best time, since he could still see a little. He took one step forward and the entire world tipped to the left. He grabbed his chair, swearing, but the electric shock broke his balance and he crashed to the floor.


    Oh, we're back to this again? Well, that's just fantastic. He gritted his teeth and waited for it to pass. When it did, he rolled over - a nauseating movement - and placed his hands beneath him. Slowly, so slowly, did he lift himself from the floor, his arms shaking. Never would Ethan take any of his remaining four senses for granted ever again. He managed to sit, and that was a start. Ugh, do I have to learn basic motor functions all over again, like a baby? he wondered, which made sense. He rubbed his nose idly, considering trying to crawl, when he was startled out of his thoughts. His hand was warm and sticky. He lifted it to his eyes, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see. What is on my hand? He rubbed his nose again, and there it was: the source of the liquid. My nose is bleeding? Why? The unmistakable taste of iron confirmed his suspicions.


    Unfortunately, his right nostril was not the only source of the blood. He felt it trickle down his throat, and a few drops entered his larynx. The back of his head where he had been injured yesterday was wet as well. Ethan coughed, but that only made it worse. What else is bleeding? How do I make it stop? He thought frantically, not wanting to drown or die of blood loss. He doubted he would receive any medical attention in this place, so he was on his own. He reached out to the other person, falling over as he did so, hoping desperately that it was Verity. He snapped his fingers as best he could with them covered in blood, trying to make a sound to catch her attention.

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    Verity wanted to scream, her senses felt to overloaded. Everything that she saw, heard, and touched made her brain rush with new thoughts, which left her unable to think of one thing by itself. As she tried to walk forward, she swayed dangerously, but caught herself just in time. Looking up from her feet, she realized ethan was here. he didn't look too good, but that wasn't what verity thought of. No, instead she thought of him as the boy that deprived her of food yesterday. Her fuzzy mind filled with fury, and she struggled to get over to him, as the only thing on her mind was to throttle him. She wasn't able to stop herself as she stumbled closer, when suddenly the sound of snapping fingers broke her out of her rage fueled thinking. It was ethan making that noise, and now that she looked closer, she noticed blood coming from his nose.


    Verity hated blood. Even worse than seeing blood was seeing it drip out of someone. She struggled to gather her thoughts, to do something to help. What do I do... When there is blood... A sudden memory invaded her confused mind. It was of her baby brother, who had fallen down some stairs. She remembered how his nose was bleeding, too, and how her mother remained calm. "The first thing to do is stop the bleeding," her mother had said. Stop... the bleeding... Clumsily, the girl grabbed the sleeve of her shirt. With as much strength as she could muster, she ripped the whole thing off to the shoulder. Now, that was too much fabric. Ripping off a smaller piece, she thrust it into ethan's face, gesturing to his nose. Any more blood?... Any more blood... Looking around him, Verity saw with horror that blood was trickling down his scalp. Looking at the remaining fabric, then back at ethan's head, she wrapped around him, almost falling forward in the process. Tying it off on his forehead, she grinned clumsily at him. It was getting very hard to concentrate, and she was glad that she was able to even keep standing.
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    Ethan was grateful for the help, as clumsy as it was. Figuring that tending to his head was more important than his nose, he straightened the headband and tightened it. The cloth kept trying to untie itself, so he tried to retie it in a surgeon's knot, but even that was somehow more difficult. How many functions use the eyes? he demanded of himself in frustration. Even if he had been able to see, it wouldn't have been a help since he couldn't see his own forehead. Almost the entire sleeve was soaked by the time it was secure.


    Ethan doubled over, coughing. He probably just spewed blood all over his pants and the floor, but that wasn't important. He rolled up the smaller scrap of cloth and stuffed it up his nostril, pinching his nose both to keep it in place and to help stem the flow of blood. Okay, two of three blood spouts secure. But what about his throat? Why was that bleeding? This was all obviously because of his most recent injection. If it were a blood thinner, that explained his nose and his wound, but not his throat. Was it a hemorrhage? That was all it could be, but he never prepared for anything like this.

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    Verity was glad that ethan seemed fine, but it lasted only a moment. A few seconds later, he was coughing up blood, and the girl almost gagged at the sight of it. Great, he's... Now... Blood from his mouth... What now? Even in her confused state, Verity knew this could be bad if it didn't stop soon. I... I don't see cuts on the outside... Um... It's on the inside... What do I do? The girl was clueless. "Just... don't... don't cough, okay? don't cough... That's bad. Try... try staying calm, ok? Stay calm." It was hard to speak, and verity found herself repeating several words.


    She knew what she had to do. She just didn't want to do it. Come on... he might die if i don't do anything... i can't help, but the people outside might be able to... Stumbling to the door, verity began to bang on it with all her might. "Hey! Hey, you! Open the door! He needs help!" Shock rippled through her body as she screamed to the people outside, but she continued to call. "Open the door! He needs help now!" Ow. This hurts. Why did I do this again? What... What's going on? Shaking her head, she banged on the door even harder.
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    Don't cough? Is she an idiot? Ethan wondered, relieved that it was Verity, but annoyed by the way she was acting. The h*ll is wrong with her? Doesn't she realize that they don't care about us? Why would they? The rest of his thoughts were cut off when more blood leaked into his windpipe.


    In a moment of panic, Ethan tilted his head back so that gravity would not bring it to his lungs. Unfortunately, the blood began to pool, which was not good, so he adjusted his position. This required him to roll around several times and accidentally bang his already injured head on the floor and then the collapsed chair, but it didn't matter at that moment. Now he was trapped in relative discomfort, since he needed to keep his head upside-down, with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth.


    At least he could breathe. Sort-of. But this did nothing for the fact that somewhere in his throat was an open wound that would eventually release all his precious life-sustaining fluids. This is humiliating. I'm going to pass out from blood loss and then drown. What a joke. He pressed his free hand to his throat and held his breath whenever possible, hoping that the pressure would at least slow it down.

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    Verity could smell burnt hair as electricity shot out from the thing on her neck. She knew she couldn't last much longer, as, between screams, her muscles continued to twitch. "Come on, hurry up!" Her vision was tinged with black, but she felt that once she started, she couldn't stop. When she felt she would pass out, the door flew open, slamming verity into the wall. With a groan, she opened her eyes slightly to see a man step in. He didn't seem too worried as he looked over ethan, who was laying on the floor in an odd position, blood streaming out his mouth. The girl ground her teeth in anger as he kicked ethan's side, wanting him to stand.


    How can they be so heartless? He's losing blood very fast. He'll die! Verity felt anger again, but her muscles refused to respond. This man... he was acting like this was no big deal. If ethan died, so what? they could always get another to take his place. It made her blood boil.
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    He coughed and spluttered, floundering in a growing pool of blood. This must be payback for swinging a chair at this man's face earlier. Was it even the same man? What did he want? If Ethan moved, he would die slightly faster. The man kicked him again, and he nearly choked. What was he to do? Ethan held his throat and pushed himself up, assuming that he wasn't meant to be lying on the floor, but the coughing fit that ensued brought him back down.


    It's not possible for me to stand up right now. Maybe if he had some ice? Does he have iced water? Ethan turned face up, but he remembered that he couldn't see. D*mmit! Ethan screamed inwardly. To prevent himself from swearing aloud, he had to bite his tongue to the point of drawing blood. It was only a minor wound by comparison, so he tried to ignore it.


    He was starting to feel faint and dizzy, as though he weren't dizzy enough already, and his attempts to walk around combined with all the blood he swallowed made him nauseous. What the f*ck kind of a drug are they testing? This is a sick way to kill someone, he thought bitterly as he was kicked again. Nothing was helping! Then he heard the clatter of plates as the man set his tray on the table, freeing his hands to pick up the chair.


    Ethan flinched, but didn't protest, when he was lifted by the front of his shirt and placed - not gently - into the metal foldout chair. "Thrown" was actually a better word. He spewed blood all over the table and his portion of food, but that didn't matter. He heard the man leave, and he reached out frantically for anything cold.

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    Food! despite her hurting everything, verity struggled to her feet. She wanted to anything, everything! But ethan... He was still practically choking on blood. And the man she had called for hadn't done anything! Furious wasn't a good word to use. more like... livid with anger. As soon as the man left, the girl rushed to ethan's side. In her confused state, it was hard to focus solely on the boy and not on the food. Water... water? In the middle of the tray was a pitcher of water. There was ice in it! She knew cold would be the best thing, so this was just what ethan needed. Muscles still twitching, verity ripped off the other sleeve, then started shoveling ice into the tube. When it was all in there, she tied off the ends and thrust it onto his neck. She wanted to tap morse on his hands, to calm him down, but her hands were shaking so badly that that was impossible.


    Now that ethan was taken care of, verity shakily sat in her chair, opposite of him. Like she had seen yesterday, the food was nothing more than a few nutrition bars, but the girl didn't mind. She shoved them into her mouth without a second thought, almost choking herself on the dry crumbs.
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    Ethan grabbed the rudimentary icepack and held it to his throat, bending over so that the blood would flow out of his body. While he knew it was best to elevate the source of the bleeding, that was not an option. However, after several minutes had passed, it had slowed enough that he was able to sit mostly upright without being at risk of drowning. Thank you, he tried to signal to Verity, knowing that he could easily have died just then. Now that it was over, he was more or less all right, though definitely incapable of walking for a while. He found the glass of water and, with some difficulty, managed to take a sip, praying that it really was only water. It was painful, but he needed to wash all the blood away so that it wouldn’t clot over his larynx.

    Ethan wondered exactly how much blood was on the floor and his clothes. The back of his head throbbed, but it seemed that most of the blood that covered it was not from the injury there. What was even the point of all that? he wondered, his thoughts absorbing him again. Did they even collect any data? They either knew already what was going to happen, and were testing its reliability in separate environments, or it was an entirely new drug and this was an unprecedented effect. It doesn’t seem that they have perfected anything yet; they’re just figuring out what does what. Does that mean that this facility is relatively new? Or is this a new section of it?


    Ethan tried to remember if he’d heard anything recently of kidnapped children. How old was Verity? She’s probably around my age. Are they testing specifically on teenagers? What else do we have in common? He looked around, trying to locate Verity, when he realized – for about the fourth time in the past couple minutes – oh yeah, he could barely see. He heard her scarfing down food, and immediately started trying to tell her otherwise. Since she was across the table, he couldn’t tap her hand, so he waved his free arm around to get her attention and blinked in morse code. The food might be drugged. Only water, he told her.


    ooc: Ethan doesn't know that he has SPD.

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    ooc: Ah, poor eethy-weethy.
    [size=7pt]What?[/size]


    ic: Oh. verity immediately spit the crumbs into her hand. Great. water. just what i wanted. With a heavy sigh, the girl wiped her hand on a napkin, then poured both herself and the boy water. Not trusting herself to pick it up, she pushed ethan's cup to his hand, making sure he realized what it was. with shaking hands, she carefully lifted her own cup to her lips, spilling a few drops onto her lap. It didn't matter, for she was glad for something to quench her thirst. she knew that you could survive longer on water than on food, but how long? How long would it take until she wilted away, or they began to force feed them? it had only been two days, and verity was sick of being drugged. It seemed that it was only a matter of time until the really bad drugs would be broken out. what then? would they make them think they were puppies? or horses? or would they just be plain insane? verity clenched her jaw for what seemed the infinitieth time. they needed to get out of here.
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    ooc: Who knows?


    ic: Eethy-weethyEthan held his water, taking a sip every few minutes. His crude ice pack was beginning to melt, as he could tell by the fact that it was beginning to drip. He poured some water on it to help preserve its coldness, though that made it ten times more uncomfortable. As if I’d ever be comfortable here, he thought.


    In the meantime, he tried to assess his situation. If he and Verity were placed together in the same room every day, they might have a chance to escape. However, he knew absolutely nothing of his surroundings. He didn’t know how many guards there were, how many exits there were, and how many possible routes there were. Their first attempt would probably also be their last, and that meant they had to wait until he figured out how to function without his eyes. I wonder if my eyes still look the same, or have they turned white? Why do eyes turn white? Perhaps it has to do with pigmentation and exposure t-


    He had to force himself to stop. That isn’t important right now, Ethan. Focus. He took a deep breath. The longer we stay here, the more altered we become, and the less capable of escape. That means I need to learn how to carry my weight fast. As fast as possible. These people aren’t expecting disobedience, but they’re most definitely prepared for it. That means stealth is our best friend.


    He waved at Verity again. Or rather, the air next to Verity. What does this place look like? he asked by blinking. Then he realized that she had no way of communicating the answer to him unless one of them moved to the other side of the table. Sh*t.

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    Ok, looks like i'm going over to ethan. verity's legs weren't shaky anymore, so she was able to get beside him with no trouble. Crouching beside him, she took a deep breath. No more hand shaking. I have to keep still. Come on, just take a deep breath. touching ethan's closest hand softly, she began to tap. what she meant to say, was, "Outside, there are many hallways and doors. It would be impossible to know where each one goes." But, what she really said was something like this: "utsid thr re many halwy nd dor. T wuld be immpsssib to kow whre ech one goos." Wincing, because she knew it was terrible, she added, "M srry. My hnds re shky."


    What was ethan planning? surely, there was no way to break out unless they had a map, guns, and, more importantly, an actual plan. There was no way they could get those, right? They were probably monitored every moment, being watched for any suspicious action. Plus, they were administered drugs every day. And, to top it all off, ethan was blind. Could it get any worse? Oh, yeah, they couldn't eat any food. That too.
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