Log 24: Burned at both ends
In a dark, makeshift medical room, a doctor had been meticulously constructing a device for mobily assisting a very, impatient patient.
"gGAHA! WOULD BE CAREFU- *COUGH COUGH*", Sleen may have come out of Wick's grip miraculously alive......but not unharmed.
His collar bone, left shoulder, three of his vertebra and his arm had been severely damaged from his last encounter with Wick. Having been crushed and thrown into a metal carrier with the speed of a moving car.
Now, metal extension to his whole body has covered all his extremities, forming a powered exoskeleton over what is usually a stout, unathleticly flaccid body. However, it was now a permanent part of his body, keeping his ribs and spine from collapsing in onto his organs.
"I-I am sorry M-Mr.Sleen, i-its just that this is a relatively new medical device. Or at least n-new to me...", the doctor was attempting to figure out the foreign mechanics of this device, completely unknown to him. "...it's so...so..".
"Alien? Yah. *COUAGK*", a wet, mucusy cough croaked. "Mr.Fe really has some *couack* nice...toys...hehe.... he's outdone himself", he tests out the metal exoskeleton like brace on his shoulder and arm. Moving it with an auditable revving of gears and motorts. "Heheh.", he looked to a metal table next to him.... grabbed it, crushing it in his hands like an empty can. "Hehehe.... haven't felt this good *cough* since that time in LA....hmm....are you doing?", he turned menacingly towards the doctor.
Stuttering in fear, "I-I ugh believe so, but I m-must warn you. All of this...is linked into your brain M-Mr.Sleen....if anything happens, you will severally damage yo-", Sleen leaned close to the doctor's face, growling at him, "...j-just don't do .... anything reckless?", the doctor's eyes locked into Sleen's now cold, soulless stare.
A sickening smile creeped ear to ear, "Reckless? Me?....nah.....", his eyes trail over to other parts. Some miscellaneous bits that look like they're used for fighting; drills, mechanical claws, what looks like a gun rail, "maybe....I should be a little more..... prepared", his grin had grow more toothy, as the cogs in his brain were turning, the unfortunate doctor had figured out what Sleen was thinking.
He had no choice.
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Trapped in a clean but bare room, Selene had stayed in a corner. Her make-up running down her face, now with bruises on her body. She had felt hopeless, "oh mon corbeau, where have you flown off to...", she had muttered to herself.
She knew Wick was likely preparing to rescue her...but it was only a matter of time.
A few knocks at the door had startled her, her head shot at the direction of the door. Shaking in fear if it was Sleen again.
"Disculpe señorita, espero que se encuentre bien.", a gentle voice, finally.
The door had locked open, as the door creeped open, it was Señor Mateo. "I...hope you do not mind my poor English. My...ninos are a still helping me learn.", he greeted her with a friend smile. "oh tu pobresita, that fat man has hurt...did he not?".
Selene was prepared to fight back, she has been bruised but she wasn't beatin yet. "If you lay a hand o-", she could see Señor Mateo's hand raise.
"no no. I just do not like when a man...hurts a woman.", with a snap of his finger, his own personal physician comes in with everything to tend to Selene. "I do not a plan to harm you....I had heard the screams....".
Selene was understandably hesitant to let the physician near her, worried if he was doing to put her under or drug her.
Mateo could see her reluctance, "Senorita, it is ok. Doctora Jaun will not harm you.", as he stated this, Doctor Jaun has taken out a pair of gloves to examine any possible injuries or bodily harm to her.
The situation felt strange, why was Señor Mateo being so kind, was he the next.... client that Selene was going to be forced upon?
Señor Mateo simply gazed at her with a stern but soften look of concern, "I have never understood....why men like Sleen must hurt their ugh..... prettiest girls....it is...not like as if any real harm shall come to that....caracol.....but is it because of your ferocity? Your origins? Maybe....I do not know.....to my knowledge....true caballeros do not lay their hands on any women....ugly, fat, old, young, beautiful....none....our Virgen María was a woman...thus...no woman... should be harmed...evil women yes....but women...no.", he had paced around the small room as if he was lecturing her.
"...why...why are you... doing this?", she looked to the doctor who had found a significantly deep whelt on her arm. Wincing in pain, her eyes glanced over to the crack of the door, hunched over, just barley comfortable enough peak from the head of the doorway, there....her eyes met.....
...with 'El Nino'.
Her blood ran cold, eyes widen in horror at the looming monstrosity in white, red and blue at the door.
Covered in gnarled angry scars, 'wires' hanging from the back of his head, his crimson, blood shot eyes meeting hers.
What had made the whole ordeal even worse was his grin. Jagged, sharpen teeth, from ear to ear.
To poor El Nino, he didn't mean any harm at the moment. However, as he had gotten so use to his adoring fans accepting his grotesque appearance, he had forgotten to the average viewer....he was a monster of a being...no matter how 'healed' he has become.
Señor Mateo has noticed her expression, turning to the door, "Ah Alejandro! They you are. Come and greet the nice young lady....", he had motioned for Alejandro to simply crack the door open, he could barely fit through the doorway.
Selene turned to Señor Mateo, holding back her fear of what he had planned for her. And if it involved his own personal Astartes.
"...why...", she looked at him.
The soft smile he had on his face dimmed somberly, "I am here to ... apologize on Alejandro's behalf....I have been informed by Sleen that you and one of the 'steers' are.... intercoursing? Si?".
The questions had ran through her mind like bullets, "....a-apologize for what?", she asked cautiously.
A deep, regretful sigh flew from his mouth, "Because.... Alejandro will kill your 'steer', I had been a paid a considerable amount of money to make sure of that....it would not make me a good business partner...not to... comply.". Although Mateo had shown a deep remorse for what he accepted to do......El Nino had reveled in the idea.
"Hehehe, sorry nina....your bird's wings-", as he tried to cram himself through the doorway, crushing it in his grip,"-are going to be clipped.", a devilish grin had creeped across his face. He felt nothing.
The fact he could fight, be appreciated for it and kill any loyalist Astartes found was already the closest thing to paradise in his mind.
The tears flooded through, and as the physician finished, all Selene could do was sob. She knew Wick was strong, but was he physically capable of handling what she could only comprehend....
As a true monster.
"I could simply take you off of Sleen's hands...it is the most kindness I will be able to grant you....but you will have to comeback home with me, to Guadalajara. After all, you do not have any choice...... staying with Sleen.... could be...a problem.", there was an air of malicious intent in the whole ordeal; the physician, the conversation of chivalry, the apology....was it all to truly display cruelty?
"I will give you until the end of the match, to make your decision.", motioning to his physician and Alejandro to leave.
As the door closes, Selene wipes her tears. Remembering what she has gone through most of her life by this point, hopelessness washed over her like a heavy blanket. Wiping her tears away, she had lifed her head.
The door.
It wasn't fully closed....thanks in part to the enormous hand mark left by Alejandro.
"......une évasion", she whispered to herself. Slowly, she checked if anyone was passing by. Hearing carefully for any footsteps down the hallways.
Slowly opening the door, she peaked over the corner.
And bolted to down the hallway as fast as she could.
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At the holding blocks, Sten could suddenly sense Selene was on the move. Practically hearing her heartbeat and smelling her presence.
The only problem? She was heading into the wrong direction.
Sten stepped over to Toke's cell wall, banging it lightly to get his attention.
Waking up from a nap, the sudden banging had gotten his attention, "aye?"
"we must make haste, that girl Wick was with may be unknownly heading to danger.", Sten had shot to Toke's brain with his psykic transmission. "I will alert the others.".
Toke, rarely having to experience Sten's psykic communication, shutters from it. "Aeecchh, got it...but how do you recon we escape?", whispering a little to make sure none of the guards hear him.
"I'm not certain yet....but I fear in spite of the timing, we do not have much time.", Sten turned his head towards Cahrilo's cell and relayed the same message. Lastly he relayed to Bilhard, who had been quiet this whole time.
After a few minutes pensively waiting, the plan commences.
Sten, drops to the floor with a loud, audible thud.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP! MY BATTLE BOTHER ISN'T RESPONDING! SOMEONE GET HELP!", shouted Cahrilo.
One of the guards would begrudgingly came over to his cell, "what the hell do you want?!".
With tears in his eyes, "Please help my battle brother! He hasn't taken his medicine! He need it or his hearts will stop! Look!", he points to Sten's cell.
Sten was unresponsive.
The guards from earlier cautiously check what was going on. Seeing Sten, motionless on the floor.
"Hey! Get up freak!", one of the guards yells at him. "oh shit come on! You can't kill these guys with a 16-wheeler but a fuckn bad ticker can?! Hey! Get the doc here now!", as he commands this request, one of the guards calls up on the walkie.
The chaos Marines across the room had become interested in what was unfolding.
Bilhard was next.
He violently shakes and screams in his cell, making for a fantastic impression of someone having a seizure.
"OH WHAT THE HELL?", the head guard quickly steps over to Bilhard's cell.
One of the more reluctant guards unlocks Sten's cell, pointing the gun at him while cautiously approaching him. Hoping this wasn't some cliche trick.
Poking and prodding the barrel of his gun at Sten's shoulder, he could see how firm the shoulder muscles on his back were. "Woah... getting punched by these guys must feel getting hit by a fright train.", two other guards come into the cell. Unsure of what to do, they tried carrying Sten by his arms.
The head guard was still dealing with Bilhard, "QUIT FUCKING SHAKING YOU BIG BASTARD!".
His assistant was right behind him, "Hey come on man! He's having a seizure you got to give him some air and space! Seriously man, my cousin had them-" as he removed Bilhard's muzzle....
Bilhard stopped, looked him dead in the eyes, and spat on his face.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!", suddenly the smell of acid burning the guard's face had sizzled in the air.
"HOLY SH-", the head guard had been given an extra helping of acidic spit to the face and neck.
"HA! I have been waiting to do that!", after hours of silence, Bilhard had finally broken free. Taking a few shots at the harnesses, he lets himself free, heading straight to Cahrilo.
Across the block, the chaos marines were reveling and cheering the escapees, more so out of morbid amusement than anything.
The three guards in Sten's cell has noticed the commotion, as soon as they had been distracted, two of the guards had felt a bone crushing pressure on their ankles, Sten had grabbed on to the both of them as he was laying down.
Lifting up and tossing one against against the wall and the other on to the electric bars.
The third had taken out his cattle prod, as soon as he was about to land a hit, Sten had quickly turn around, grabbing the guard's wrist.
Roaring like a beast, his golden eyes practically burning into the guard's soul.
Trembling as he now was looking at something closer to animal than a man.
Sten had yanked the prod from his hands and tossed him out of his cell. Running to Toke's cell to let him out.
"Wait Sten! Let's get Joe out of here two!", Toke looked up above his own cell, Joe had been quietly above them, simply hearing the scene. "HAHA! Come on lad! We're heading out of here!".
Joe had peeked his head and looked around, hardly believing this was actually working.
After Cahrilo had gotten free, he headed to Joe's cell to free him.
However, just as few seconds of victory has lead to an alarm being set off. The sound of metal doors in the back of the cell rooms had opened. The chaos marines had stopped making noise and began walking through the doors.
"What the? What's going on?", Toke had stepped out, the two Space Wolves look to what looked like an exit BEHIND their cells.
They couldn't help but feel there was an extra purpose to those doors.
"we must head to the guard entrance, those doors must be a trap.", Sten growled. He knew something was off.
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Selene had been running down different hallways to find the exit, or at least a hiding spot, but there was nothing but different rooms and holding blocks. As the alarm blared above her, she could feel that something was happening. "I have to get out of here.", she thought to herself.
She was only able to find one open door, 'Back Stage Entrance', this had to have felt like a well planned nightmare. She slowly goes through the door into a dark, dimly lot room.
There was nothing, inside.
She knew better. No one is that foolish to go into an empty dark room.
She turned to leave but a hideous surprise had been waiting two inches away from her face.
A large, gun barrel... pointed to her face.
"Hey there, my little pigeon.", Sleen, who has modified himself to a semi-mechanical monster...only leaving his pale, sallowed face, showing what humanity he had left. "Your little flying rat's friends are costing me a pretty penny in henchmen......so here's the deal....you are going to wear the nice, pretty dress I picked out for you ....and you're going to get a front row seat....to watch Wick....and his pals be beaten to horse glue....*click*", his threat was very much real.
"espèce de cochon inconcevable......", was all she could mutter.
Sleen's sick, twisted chuckle creaked from his throat, which was now a tangled mess of tubes and wires. "Yah still sound ....so cute when you insult me....", guess he found out what cochon means.
End of log 24
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