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Note: All times are in a mix of military and standard times. For example, 1AM = 0100 hours = 1:00, while 1PM = 1300 hours = 13:00. I hope this will make it easier on readers to understand the timeline while leaving me in a format that I understand better. If it causes too much of a problem I will switch to standard.
Chapter 1
<Time unknown, Location unknown>
“He’s awake”
“Of course he is. You just doused him in ice while biting his thumb off. I don’t know of anyone who can sleep through that.”
“Oh, be quiet. He can hear us.”
“So? It isn’t like he can do anything about anything right now.” The first voice gave an evil chuckle and Andrew winced. Moving both his hands as much as they could, he could feel both his thumbs. Puzzled, he opened his eyes a crack and immediately closed them again, feeling nauseous. While he still had his thumbs, it seemed as if almost 100 other people had lost theirs. Apparently, some 70 or so would also have been identified as being his clone. The others seemed to have had some unhealthy habits that included explosives. Probably with short fuses.
“Oooh, someone isn’t feeling good, are they? I’m glad I could have been of assistance.” Said the first voice while a hand stroked his cheek and he hissed at the sharp object cutting another streak in him.
“That is enough, girl. Go ‘help’ with another prisoner. Leave me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Came the disgruntled reply.
Andrew waited until he thought he had heard a door slam before slowly cracking his eyes open again.
What he saw made him wish he hadn’t.
He was in some kind of prison bock, that much was obvious. There were 2 cages in his line of sight; and probably a total of 5 since the two ended at a door and a half a cell, door to his right, cell to his left.
But worried him the most was what was sitting in a chair across from him.
She was short. And it was always the short ones, he had found, that hold the most secrets. The shorter you were, the more you literally flew under peoples’ radars. Up until a point, of course.
Andrew looked at her. “I take it I have something you want, and want it badly enough to kidnap me, don’t intend to release me, and I doubt I am going to be walking away once this is done.”
The women looked startled. “How did you guess that? No, don’t tell me; you remembered something you wrote. Well, Mr. Seal, I can guarantee that you’re freelance days are over. We will control you from now on. And if you even think about escaping, we have analyzed everything you have ever put in place. And then disabled or destroyed it. So no help, Mr. Seal.”
Andrew just stared at her while he tried to process what she could mean. “Write? What the fuck are you talking about? And my name isn’t Seal. It’s…” His eyes widened as an explanation surfaced in his mind. “Oh, fuck. Oh fucking holy shit. You’re a pokegirl. I’m there. Here. Here, surrounded by what I am guessing is Sanctuary? No, what I am saying is Sanctuary. And you think I can help you. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, you little bitch, if you have destroyed my constructs I am sure I am of no use to you, since that should be able to prove to you I’m not powerful enough for your uses. You are wasting your time.”
The girl across from him just smiled. ”We didn’t destroy them all. There’s one that you are hiding from us. Even while being tortured, you were strong enough to resist revealing it’s secret. And that means you have more than enough power for our needs. Because of this, you are not going anywhere, lowering anyone’s guard, or in any other way destroying this facility. Clear?”
Andrew just glared at her.
Her smile grew. “Well, when you grow tired of the torture, just say so.” She leered at him. “Just ask for Master, and it would all stop. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Laughing, she walked out of the room. Andrew stared after her for a minute before slowly sinking back into a doze.
~~~~~
The next time Andrew woke up, he was alone, and in a cell. He winced and tugged a bit on his bonds.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Came a voice from the cell to his left. Craning his neck, Andrew could see an eye staring back at him. There was a sigh, and a gaunt figure stepped into the pool of light provided by the single ceiling bulb. She was about 5’7” and seemed completely human, but Andrew knew she wasn’t. “You’re a Slicer. What are you doing here? No offense, but I doubt you would be of much use to the Limbecs, would you?”
She gave him a sad smile. “I wouldn’t, but my previous master would have- and he’s already a doll. I think they’re just having fun torturing me because every day, they bring him in and mock me with what he’s become. I don’t know how much longer I can last, though; the last time they were here they talked about killing me… And, honestly, I am ready to die.”
“Please don’t. If you are the only other person in here, I need someone to keep me sane long enough to escape. I don’t do well when I’m left alone.”
She shook her head. “You’re a selfish one aren’t you? Why should I care about you? You aren’t benefiting me. Just let me die.”
“I’m selfish? How about what you just said? ‘Why should I care about you’ huh? THAT’S selfish.”
The slicer simply blocked him out and sank back into the dark corner of her cell. Andrew shook his head and went back to a restless sleep.
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“WAKE UP, MALE!”
Andrew jerked his eyes open and choked as a Psi-Dyke smashed her fist into his windpipe, effectively asphyxiating him. She leered as his adrenaline pumped, increasing his heart rate, and sneered as his lips began to turn blue. “So weak. You can’t be one of them. You’re pathetic! Well, actually you’re about normal. ALL males are pathetic. Not one exception.” She glanced at Andrews face. “Oh, you’re almost dead. Fine, I suppose I must bring you back; Captain would be pretty mad if you died.” She laughed and called out to someone standing behind the door to the hall, and a witch walked in. Her hand glowed and Andrew felt himself slip back into unconsciousness.
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Andrew groaned. He felt like shit. After what seemed to be hours of beatings, the Psi-Dyke had finally left him, probably to sleep. Too bad he couldn’t do the same. He had to get out of there. He focused his will and tried to imagine whatever the Goths could have missed, but all he could think about was his pistol. Andrew growled and shook his head. He had to find out what he could call on, if anything, to get him out of this damn situation. But he couldn’t get his pistol out of his head. Andrew closed his eyes and let the tears begin to leak out of his eyes as he contemplated the fact that he was never getting out of there…