Well, this was originally going to be a lot longer, but I decided to split it up into two separate chapters. Anyways, here’s chapter 51! Chapter 50.Masterlist.
CW: medical whump, experimenting on a whumpee, restraints, power-restricting/shock collars, some lady whump (nothing graphic, very brief), manhandling, possessive whumper, unconscious whumpee.
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“Is this the right place?” Micah whispered.
They had been traveling for nearly four hours, following the directions of the coordinates on the small device. They were all on the edge of their seats- exhausted, and incredibly worried. Mickie finished rebraiding her hair for the hundredth time and wiped the sweat from her palms onto her pants.
“Well it looks pretty similar to the last time we had to rescue him, so I’d say we’re here.” Justin stated. He finished chugging the water bottle he had in his hand, crumpled it up and tossed it off to the side.
“The last time?” Micah glanced around- staring at the concrete building, towering walls- a few stories high, glowing faintly in the dark light. “What should- what should I expect?”
“Considering he was practically drowning in a pool of his own blood- whatever that man has done, it’s- it’s going to be bad.” Mickie snarked- her voice trailing off as she stared out towards the building.
Micah bit back his tongue, trying to swallow the fear. He had to stay level-headed for as much of this as he could. He glanced at Mickie as she zipped up her jacket. She looked so much like her brother- acted a lot like him too.
He wished the first time meeting his boyfriend’s sister would’ve been in better circumstances than a rescue mission.
His boyfriend…
Could he even call him that?
He obviously knew the boy liked him, that was clear. But if he was ready for a whole other level to their relationship was another question.
As soon as Andrew was better- once he was safe, he’d ask him. He’d make sure of it.
Micah climbed out of the helicopter, following everybody else as he adjusted the pistol tucked in the waistband of his pants.
They didn’t know he had brought a gun- after all, from their explanations they never needed them because of their powers. But he was just normal. Micah didn’t know how to fight like they did. But he did know how to defend himself.
And this man- whoever this ‘Splice’ was, had obviously done unexplainable horrors to his friend.
There was no way he was walking in there empty-handed.
“So, Justin and I will walk in there first- hopefully we can minimize any fighting necessary with my controlling powers- and then Mickie, you can disguise you two and follow close behind? Kind of as backup if necessary, but I want you to stay out of sight if possible.” Ali explained.
Everyone nodded, they knew this had to go as smoothly as possible. For Andrew’s sake.
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It had been a little more than eight hours, and he was getting ready for the ninth transfusion. Double checking and triple checking everything- it seemed like it was going well. The cuts had closed up by now, which was good. He needed to retain the new blood- not continue to lose it. Splice admitted he looked beautiful though- the red lines covering the back of his body- the way his hair fell towards the ground- his eyes perfectly closed as he succumbed to the machine.
He checked the blood in the eighth bag from where it was hung- it was nearly empty- when the door to the room burst open, and two small figures stepped inside.
“You’re early!” Splice cried.
“W-what?” The girl said.
“This is not how I had planned it to go!” He cried, throwing his hands down onto the cart of supplies with a crash. The two kids just stared at him in shock, the boy with a weapon of ice poised to attack, the girl standing just behind his shoulder. Her eyes were so focused on Andrew that she didn’t even glance towards the man as he spoke.
“I needed three more hours. Just three!” Splice groaned in frustration, shoving the cart to the wall with a crash. The girl flinched back as tools and supplies rained to the ground as it toppled.
Splice dug his fingers through his hair. What was he going to do now? The process was going to be interrupted if they tried to rescue him. True he could always restrain the other two while he finished, that was an option, but before he could come up with a plan, the boy jolted towards him.
“Let him go!” He cried as he lunged an attack.
Splice groaned in frustration, knocking Justin back towards the ground with a well-aimed kick. He quickly sprung back to his feet and began throwing punches and attacks as the man tried to defend. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl rushing towards his prisoner where he lay.
“Oh no you don’t-” He stepped away from Justin, causing him to fall off balance. Splice grabbed Ali by the arm as she reached for Andrew and threw her across the room in a swift move. He darted to the control panel- grabbing a lever towards the side.
“Stop!” He shouted. “Don’t move. This lever controls everything he’s hooked up to- I pull it, and all the machines keeping him alive and breathing, will shut off, splat, kapoot- that’s it.”
“No- don’t-” The girl whispered.
“Oh I won’t hesitate.” He threatened. “It’s very noble that you want to help, and rescue him, but I need you to back away from the boy.” Splice demanded. The two kids did as they were told- holding their hands in the air. “Good. Now it’s very vital that I finish what I was doing, or this whole thing I’ve been working on will be useless.”
At the sound of his words, Splice’s own form seemed to melt off of his body. It pooled to the ground before rising up and splitting in two, creating two other replicas of the man.
Ali shuddered as one of them approached her- they always looked so dead inside- nothing behind their eyes, no thoughts- no feelings, just whatever command they were given.
“Grab her.” He commanded.
Ali couldn’t mind control something that didn’t have a mind of it’s own.
Her powers were useless against it as the figure pulled her arms tight behind her back, holding her in a tight grip. Justin darted towards her to help but the second clone grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
He cried out, trying to swing a punch with his other arm but it was blocked just as quickly as he swung it.
“Hey now-” Splice called out- motioning towards the lever- “I suggest you cooperate. For your friend’s sake here.”
Justin glared towards the man and let his arms be pulled behind his back with a grumble- glancing towards Ali to make sure she was alright. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of Andrew the entire time.
“There we are, that’s better.” The man stated. He disconnected the drip bag that was now empty, and set it off to the side.
“What are you doing to him?” Ali asked. Her voice wavered with worry as she watched her friend lie there- unmoving, suspended in the air.
“Oh you don’t need to worry about that. Let’s get you two out of the way for the moment, shall we?”
Splice moved to the cart where he had collected a few extra collars. They were scattered about with the other supplies, but he managed to pick them out of the mess. The goal was to make more as time went on, for all future prisoners, but these other three he had rounded up would have to do, even if they may have been a little imperfect.
He slipped one over his arm, grabbing the second in his hand. He pressed his thumb against a button and moved towards the girl.
“Hold still now- this will only pinch a little.”
“What are you- hey-” She cried out as the collar was locked around her throat, a sharp pinch in the back of her neck from the prongs. Almost instantly waves of pain shot up the back of her neck, exploding into her head. She groaned out- this was far worse than any migraine- and soon her vision began going spotty.
Her limbs felt heavy, and her knees began to buckle.
Justin lashed out towards her as she started to fall. The clone struggled to hold him back, but as the other one laid Ali down by the wall it quickly came to restrain Justin as well.
“What did you do!” He cried. “What did you do to her!” He was seething with anger- thrashing about as a clone struck the back of his knees, tearing his arms behind him as he crashed to the ground.
Justin watched with terror as she groaned and writhed on the floor- her hands clutching the sides of her head. His attention was quickly pulled away Splice approached him next with the second collar.
“No- get that away from me!”
Splice wrenched his head back with a fistful of his hair, exposing his neck and soon the collar was locked around his throat as well. He winced at the pain and nearly instantly began to feel slightly dizzy.
“What is-” his fingers reached towards his throat. “What is this-” his breathing began to quicken.
“They’re power restricting, isn’t wonderful? Much easier than a surgical procedure, like we had to use last time” Splice explained. His clones came back and melded back into his form, as Justin collapsed on the ground- panting for breath.
“It’s different for each person. They’re beautifully made, but of course I’m a little biased, considering they are my creation.” He gestured towards the boy- his white hair drooping to the ground- his pale skin. “Andrew here simply became more easier to work with. For her, she’s probably having the worse migraine of her life, and you,” Splice knelt down in front of Justin- his face beginning to feel clammy as he tilted his chin up “-you will probably start feeling the affects of dehydration pretty soon. Your powers being water-based and all.”
Justin looked towards Ali once more. Herbody was shaking as her arms wrapped around her head. His limbs felt heavy as he dragged himself over to where she lay on the ground. His fingers fumbled uselessly over the edges of her collar- trying to find a clasp, an opening, or something.
“I wouldn’t recommend that if I were you.” Splice taunted.
“Take it off-” he pleaded- “it’s hurting her-”
“That won’t work- they’re encoded with my fingerprint. It’s the only way to remove them.”
Ali grumbled as he fussed with it some more- ignoring all the man’s direction.
“Take it off-” he demanded.
Splice shook his head, reaching for a small remote he kept in his pocket.
“Alright, well if you won’t listen to me-”
And then there was fire coursing through his veins. Justin flew back from Ali, his back crashing against the ground.
“Did I mention they have incapacitating abilities as well?”
The shocks coursed through his veins- spasming every muscle, tightening his lungs- and Justin screamed. Splice knelt near the boy as he thrashed against the ground, and waved the remote towards the girl.
“Next time- it’ll be her collar that goes off, understand?”
Through his groans of pain Justin nodded, sweat pouring down his forehead as he spasmed.
“Good. I suggest you listen from now on, yes?”
Splice rose to his feet as he turned up the dial for the strength of the shocks, and Justin screamed once more.
Water and directly-wired electricity didn’t seem to be of much concern when these water-filled computer mice were popular some years back? Apparently you can still buy these but as wireless.
One of the greatest attractions at the National Radio Show, held at the Coliseum this week will be Saturday night when Bernays Johnson sits in the death chair for the second time in his life. There will be three times as much electrical current passed through his body as is required to run an ordinary street car. Photo shows left to right, Officer William McCullough, Bernays Johnson in chair, and Adolph Girsch, testing the switch
Whumpee choked on air, slumping against the ropes as the electricity mercifully zipped into the floor, leaving spasming and trembling muscles in peace if only for a moment. They let out a racked, hoarse sob - blood dripping from their mouth; they didn’t even know how it got there. All they knew was the fire and the electricity and the whitehot blindness that contorted their limbs and sent their mind spinning.
Whumper laughed lightly, setting down the jumper cables. “What? Do you need a break?”
Whumpee drew in several short, shaky breaths, forcing up the words they loathed. “G-good pets d-d-don-t ask f-f-for br-eaks-s-s-”
Whumper smiled, brushing a thumb over their cheek. “Verygood.”
