Post by Percival Ohere on Aug 13, 2016 21:15:33 GMT
Note: After this thread, Mo has Percy kidnapped, in an unknown location.
His heartbeat felt heavy in his ears, when Percy finally climbed back into consciousness. It pulsed with a deep and slow rhythm, hitting into his skull and causing his head to flare in pain.
"He's... he's starting to wake up." Came an unfamiliar voice. Female, intelligent, and curious.
She was close by his side, it hurt Percy's head even more when she suddenly spoke. He winced a little, daring to open his eyes. He couldn't remember... anything, Percy just couldn't pinpoint the last time he was conscious, or the last time he was responsible for his actions. There was a phantom taste of alcohol on his tongue, as well as a lot of bile, and it didn't take much for Percy to gather why he couldn't remembering anything. He'd been beyond drunk, to where even with his steel-trap memory, even Percy struggled to put together what happened. He certainly didn't know where he was, he had no idea what to expect when opening his eyes.
Percy certainly didn't expect metal bars, and the sight of them made his breath shudder, eyes widen in shock. There were wires, thick and metallic wires running everywhere, and looking down, he only just realised he was actually hanging about two feet from the ground, hands held firm by something cold and strong, hanging him up like something left to dry. And Percy panicked, of course he panicked, he'd passed out before but to wake up in a place like this was... terrifying. He couldn't gather any sort of bearings, and despite just waking up, he felt exhausted, each breath was a struggle.
"Breathing is still harsh, but the patient has recovered." Came that voice again, and Percy turned to see a young woman in a white coat, looking over a small machine. She turned to look his way, and as usual, Percy saw her past.
Only this time, he didn't. Rather than being met with a painful flare to his mind, Percy's arms twisted, and he squeezed his eyes shut as what felt like his very life essence was drained from him, along with his breath. He screamed, which was an obvious reaction, given how awful and confusing this situation was, and had to swallow to avoid retching. There was no way to comfort himself either, as the pain died down, his arms were left hanging up, trembling, and Percy could do nothing to not even wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Successful transfer of Magical powers... Father, is it working?" The woman spoke again, asking someone not in view. But Percy knew their voice, that low and cruel chuckle. "Oh yes, I can feel it... power beyond any other in this world." The voice purred, and the small but fearsome figure of Mo appeared from behind the bars. A metal collar gleamed from around his neck, and from the slightly glowing red crystal in it's centre, which Mo caressed with a finger. "It's beautiful, this power... just what I need to do this." Mo stated, looking right at Percy. Except, he didn't seem to really look at him, not as a person. In a very chilling way, he looked at the boy like an object, a power source and nothing remotely living. Mo chuckled to himself, then looked to the woman. "Lilith, blindfold it, I don't believe it can use magic anymore, not without it going directly to me, but we must make sure it can't go back and change anything." He ordered, and the woman quickly moved to Percy. She looked his way, a look of pity, which he met with panic, and tears. "P-please... no... no no.." He muttered, finding barely any voice left in him. But she only looked away from his face as sight suddenly left, and Percy was left blinded by some cloth.
"You will remain here, keep it alive, don't disappoint me, Lilith." Mo ordered, his voice trailing away slowly. The room was met with silence, other than Percy's heavy breathing, and the dreadful hum of machines around him. In the silence, there was a sigh, from the woman.
"It's about to get very painful, I'm sorry." She said, and before the dread could really settle all the way in, the hum of machines roared to life, and Percy roared with it, pain harmonising with the cruel machinery as it violently sapped at his magic.
His heartbeat felt heavy in his ears, when Percy finally climbed back into consciousness. It pulsed with a deep and slow rhythm, hitting into his skull and causing his head to flare in pain.
"He's... he's starting to wake up." Came an unfamiliar voice. Female, intelligent, and curious.
She was close by his side, it hurt Percy's head even more when she suddenly spoke. He winced a little, daring to open his eyes. He couldn't remember... anything, Percy just couldn't pinpoint the last time he was conscious, or the last time he was responsible for his actions. There was a phantom taste of alcohol on his tongue, as well as a lot of bile, and it didn't take much for Percy to gather why he couldn't remembering anything. He'd been beyond drunk, to where even with his steel-trap memory, even Percy struggled to put together what happened. He certainly didn't know where he was, he had no idea what to expect when opening his eyes.
Percy certainly didn't expect metal bars, and the sight of them made his breath shudder, eyes widen in shock. There were wires, thick and metallic wires running everywhere, and looking down, he only just realised he was actually hanging about two feet from the ground, hands held firm by something cold and strong, hanging him up like something left to dry. And Percy panicked, of course he panicked, he'd passed out before but to wake up in a place like this was... terrifying. He couldn't gather any sort of bearings, and despite just waking up, he felt exhausted, each breath was a struggle.
"Breathing is still harsh, but the patient has recovered." Came that voice again, and Percy turned to see a young woman in a white coat, looking over a small machine. She turned to look his way, and as usual, Percy saw her past.
Only this time, he didn't. Rather than being met with a painful flare to his mind, Percy's arms twisted, and he squeezed his eyes shut as what felt like his very life essence was drained from him, along with his breath. He screamed, which was an obvious reaction, given how awful and confusing this situation was, and had to swallow to avoid retching. There was no way to comfort himself either, as the pain died down, his arms were left hanging up, trembling, and Percy could do nothing to not even wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Successful transfer of Magical powers... Father, is it working?" The woman spoke again, asking someone not in view. But Percy knew their voice, that low and cruel chuckle. "Oh yes, I can feel it... power beyond any other in this world." The voice purred, and the small but fearsome figure of Mo appeared from behind the bars. A metal collar gleamed from around his neck, and from the slightly glowing red crystal in it's centre, which Mo caressed with a finger. "It's beautiful, this power... just what I need to do this." Mo stated, looking right at Percy. Except, he didn't seem to really look at him, not as a person. In a very chilling way, he looked at the boy like an object, a power source and nothing remotely living. Mo chuckled to himself, then looked to the woman. "Lilith, blindfold it, I don't believe it can use magic anymore, not without it going directly to me, but we must make sure it can't go back and change anything." He ordered, and the woman quickly moved to Percy. She looked his way, a look of pity, which he met with panic, and tears. "P-please... no... no no.." He muttered, finding barely any voice left in him. But she only looked away from his face as sight suddenly left, and Percy was left blinded by some cloth.
"You will remain here, keep it alive, don't disappoint me, Lilith." Mo ordered, his voice trailing away slowly. The room was met with silence, other than Percy's heavy breathing, and the dreadful hum of machines around him. In the silence, there was a sigh, from the woman.
"It's about to get very painful, I'm sorry." She said, and before the dread could really settle all the way in, the hum of machines roared to life, and Percy roared with it, pain harmonising with the cruel machinery as it violently sapped at his magic.