Cracked Mirror [Part 4]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 meets Doctor Lee again.
Contains: Torture. Union!Frankenstein being a Union scientist.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Dark
Word count: 1,303
Total word count: 3,426
Status: Work in progress
M-21's double was panting by the time they reached a innocuous door that had a small plate next to it saying, 'M-series'. They hadn't run that far but if his double had never left this lab or been trained as an agent...
A sense of foreboding grew in M-21 as they reached the door, his skin prickling again. There were two armed guards on each side of the door, who watched them approach but didn't do anything else. M-21 already knew what was on the other side, and he gritted his teeth again, seeing his double swipe his wrist over a scanner by the door.
The door slid open and they stepped inside.
The room was filled with people, all of them wearing the same clothes of an experimental material. There were so many around him, M-21 could only see one or two faces he recognised, his stomach churning. This was how many the Union had sacrificed for power, this was how many people he'd never even had the chance to meet before the Union had killed them.
The air was heavy as they entered, and it wasn't because the room was silent, all eyes on them.
Dark Spear loomed overhead, a multitude of spears hanging above them, each pointing to a different comrade.
M-21 was used to Frankenstein calling on Dark Spear when he was annoyed at a mess (or annoyed in general), but he had only used it as a warning, keeping enough control that the threat was a distant one and not directed at someone under his care.
The Dark Spear here was on the edge of striking out, on feasting on whatever was closest to it, straining against its leash.
Doctor Lee was in the centre of the room, his hands in his pockets, and while there wasn't a visible bloodstain on the tiles, M-21 could smell the freshly spilled blood. There was a small huddle of people to M-21's right and that had to be where the hurt comrade was.
He trapped the growl in his throat, keeping his hands loose by his sides. He couldn't piss off Lee like he would with anyone else in this situation, not when Lee would hurt the others in retaliation.
Lee's assessing gaze on him made M-21's skin itch, watching how M-21 moved rather than seeing him.
Lee smiled when they stopped in front of him, M-21's double trying to keep his sharp breathing under control. They were so close to Lee it would just be one swipe to take the bastard's head off, but M-21 didn't know how fast Lee's reactions were, and all of the M-series could die at a thought. And he didn't know what Dark Spear would do either, if it would fade away when Lee died or if it would be unleashed on all of them without Lee controlling it.
"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to arrive," Lee said and M-21 held back his sneer.
Liar. Lee had known where they were so he would have known they were coming.
"Sorry, Doctor Lee," his double stuttered, ducking his head as he trembled.
M-21 said the same, lowering his gaze. He'd had to do that for Crombell, but this time, loathing boiled his gut rather than the icy chill of the possibility of being found useless by the Union or his and M-24's abilities discovered.
"I see you haven't forgotten all of your training, M-21, and hm, I suppose I'll need to make you a new name to differentiate you from my M-21."
M-21 gritted his teeth. His M-21? No-one was his. "Thank you, Doctor Lee." Because he was supposed to be thankful a scientist wanted to give him a name.
Lee's lips curled up into a smile before saying, "Now then, where were we?" M-21's double sucked in a breath, and M-21 glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Ah yes-"
A spear flashed down and his double screamed, collapsing. M-21's nostrils flared at the blood splattered across the ground, Dark Spear wrapped around his double's legs.
"-punishment." The word was said with relish, like the fucker enjoyed hearing the screams but he was a Union scientist so obviously he did.
"Stop it!" M-21 roared, his nails already lengthening. "He shouldn't be - I'm the one who dragged him away!"
His double's screams didn't stop.
"He could have tried to get away from you at any time. He didn't," Lee said, watching his double writhe. "He needs to remember his place. This way, he'll think twice before trying to run."
Because of the punishment and Lee had left his legs a wreck as Dark Spear faded from sight. Even if his double had as good healing as he did, Dark Spear still interfered with a modified human's regeneration ability.
M-21 wanted to check how his double was doing (not that he would be able to help, but at least his double would know he was there) but if he moved without Lee's permission he was sure someone else would be hurt again.
"Eye contact," Lee said, looking at him.
What? Yeah he was - M-21 forced his gaze down, wiping the glare off his face.
His double's screams had petered off, replaced with panting.
"And as for you..." Lee's hands were moving like they were caressing an invisible ball. In the centre, Dark Spear was forming, growing bigger. It was in its spear shape for a second before it looped on itself, creating a circle. It was still growing, the band...flattening.
Bastard.
Once Lee was done, Dark Spear looked like black metal, the band barely wider than M-21's pinkie. The size of it was too big for M-21's wrists.
It was the perfect size to go around M-21's throat.
Lee presented M-21 with the collar, one part sliding open without a clasp. M-21 stared at it for a second and then took it from him before Lee decided he'd hesitated for too long.
His skin prickled where he touched the collar, Dark Spear already trying to latch onto him.
It was a trap. He knew that. He was binding himself, giving himself less chance of escape. But he couldn't risk the chance the others being hurt if he refused.
M-21 placed the collar against his throat, making sure the two edges touched. It rested against his Adam's apple, tight enough to be aware of its presence there but loose enough it didn't restrict his breathing. Dark Spear was warm against his throat, not cold, and it thrummed against his skin.
"Urk!"
Dark Spear tightened, tendrils digging into his skin. It coursed through his veins, leaving fire in its wake like it was trying to hollow him out.
His heart picked up speed in response, M-21's regeneration kicking in.
Dark Spear crawled up his neck and M-21 hissed, his throat working to growl, but Dark Spear was forcing his transformation back.
His heart wasn't calming down, thudding so hard it seemed it would give out first before it slowed again.
The seconds dragged as M-21 panted, his heartbeat roaring in his ears and then Dark Spear retreated, drawing back into the collar. M-21's heart slowed again, leaving him chilled. Sweat beaded over his skin as M-21 swallowed, the collar pressing against his neck.
The room was brighter. Not just because of the light at the corners of his vision, but because Dark Spear was gone from the ceiling.
"Now that we've made sure there won't be any surprises," Lee said, "it's time for your check up."
M-21 sucked in a breath. "Yes, Doctor Lee," he said, making sure his voice didn't crack or waver.
Lee smiled at that, like he'd found an interesting challenge in front of him, but like fuck he was going to let that bastard break him.
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Was going have Doctor Lee made manacles as well but thought that might have been a little bit of overkill, haha.
The next part should be a breather episode, but I should be concentrating on Nano, haha.
Summary: M-21 meets Doctor Lee again.
Contains: Torture. Union!Frankenstein being a Union scientist.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Dark
Word count: 1,303
Total word count: 3,426
Status: Work in progress
M-21's double was panting by the time they reached a innocuous door that had a small plate next to it saying, 'M-series'. They hadn't run that far but if his double had never left this lab or been trained as an agent...
A sense of foreboding grew in M-21 as they reached the door, his skin prickling again. There were two armed guards on each side of the door, who watched them approach but didn't do anything else. M-21 already knew what was on the other side, and he gritted his teeth again, seeing his double swipe his wrist over a scanner by the door.
The door slid open and they stepped inside.
The room was filled with people, all of them wearing the same clothes of an experimental material. There were so many around him, M-21 could only see one or two faces he recognised, his stomach churning. This was how many the Union had sacrificed for power, this was how many people he'd never even had the chance to meet before the Union had killed them.
The air was heavy as they entered, and it wasn't because the room was silent, all eyes on them.
Dark Spear loomed overhead, a multitude of spears hanging above them, each pointing to a different comrade.
M-21 was used to Frankenstein calling on Dark Spear when he was annoyed at a mess (or annoyed in general), but he had only used it as a warning, keeping enough control that the threat was a distant one and not directed at someone under his care.
The Dark Spear here was on the edge of striking out, on feasting on whatever was closest to it, straining against its leash.
Doctor Lee was in the centre of the room, his hands in his pockets, and while there wasn't a visible bloodstain on the tiles, M-21 could smell the freshly spilled blood. There was a small huddle of people to M-21's right and that had to be where the hurt comrade was.
He trapped the growl in his throat, keeping his hands loose by his sides. He couldn't piss off Lee like he would with anyone else in this situation, not when Lee would hurt the others in retaliation.
Lee's assessing gaze on him made M-21's skin itch, watching how M-21 moved rather than seeing him.
Lee smiled when they stopped in front of him, M-21's double trying to keep his sharp breathing under control. They were so close to Lee it would just be one swipe to take the bastard's head off, but M-21 didn't know how fast Lee's reactions were, and all of the M-series could die at a thought. And he didn't know what Dark Spear would do either, if it would fade away when Lee died or if it would be unleashed on all of them without Lee controlling it.
"I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to arrive," Lee said and M-21 held back his sneer.
Liar. Lee had known where they were so he would have known they were coming.
"Sorry, Doctor Lee," his double stuttered, ducking his head as he trembled.
M-21 said the same, lowering his gaze. He'd had to do that for Crombell, but this time, loathing boiled his gut rather than the icy chill of the possibility of being found useless by the Union or his and M-24's abilities discovered.
"I see you haven't forgotten all of your training, M-21, and hm, I suppose I'll need to make you a new name to differentiate you from my M-21."
M-21 gritted his teeth. His M-21? No-one was his. "Thank you, Doctor Lee." Because he was supposed to be thankful a scientist wanted to give him a name.
Lee's lips curled up into a smile before saying, "Now then, where were we?" M-21's double sucked in a breath, and M-21 glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Ah yes-"
A spear flashed down and his double screamed, collapsing. M-21's nostrils flared at the blood splattered across the ground, Dark Spear wrapped around his double's legs.
"-punishment." The word was said with relish, like the fucker enjoyed hearing the screams but he was a Union scientist so obviously he did.
"Stop it!" M-21 roared, his nails already lengthening. "He shouldn't be - I'm the one who dragged him away!"
His double's screams didn't stop.
"He could have tried to get away from you at any time. He didn't," Lee said, watching his double writhe. "He needs to remember his place. This way, he'll think twice before trying to run."
Because of the punishment and Lee had left his legs a wreck as Dark Spear faded from sight. Even if his double had as good healing as he did, Dark Spear still interfered with a modified human's regeneration ability.
M-21 wanted to check how his double was doing (not that he would be able to help, but at least his double would know he was there) but if he moved without Lee's permission he was sure someone else would be hurt again.
"Eye contact," Lee said, looking at him.
What? Yeah he was - M-21 forced his gaze down, wiping the glare off his face.
His double's screams had petered off, replaced with panting.
"And as for you..." Lee's hands were moving like they were caressing an invisible ball. In the centre, Dark Spear was forming, growing bigger. It was in its spear shape for a second before it looped on itself, creating a circle. It was still growing, the band...flattening.
Bastard.
Once Lee was done, Dark Spear looked like black metal, the band barely wider than M-21's pinkie. The size of it was too big for M-21's wrists.
It was the perfect size to go around M-21's throat.
Lee presented M-21 with the collar, one part sliding open without a clasp. M-21 stared at it for a second and then took it from him before Lee decided he'd hesitated for too long.
His skin prickled where he touched the collar, Dark Spear already trying to latch onto him.
It was a trap. He knew that. He was binding himself, giving himself less chance of escape. But he couldn't risk the chance the others being hurt if he refused.
M-21 placed the collar against his throat, making sure the two edges touched. It rested against his Adam's apple, tight enough to be aware of its presence there but loose enough it didn't restrict his breathing. Dark Spear was warm against his throat, not cold, and it thrummed against his skin.
"Urk!"
Dark Spear tightened, tendrils digging into his skin. It coursed through his veins, leaving fire in its wake like it was trying to hollow him out.
His heart picked up speed in response, M-21's regeneration kicking in.
Dark Spear crawled up his neck and M-21 hissed, his throat working to growl, but Dark Spear was forcing his transformation back.
His heart wasn't calming down, thudding so hard it seemed it would give out first before it slowed again.
The seconds dragged as M-21 panted, his heartbeat roaring in his ears and then Dark Spear retreated, drawing back into the collar. M-21's heart slowed again, leaving him chilled. Sweat beaded over his skin as M-21 swallowed, the collar pressing against his neck.
The room was brighter. Not just because of the light at the corners of his vision, but because Dark Spear was gone from the ceiling.
"Now that we've made sure there won't be any surprises," Lee said, "it's time for your check up."
M-21 sucked in a breath. "Yes, Doctor Lee," he said, making sure his voice didn't crack or waver.
Lee smiled at that, like he'd found an interesting challenge in front of him, but like fuck he was going to let that bastard break him.
Was going have Doctor Lee made manacles as well but thought that might have been a little bit of overkill, haha.
The next part should be a breather episode, but I should be concentrating on Nano, haha.