I was slowly running out of strength, and I couldn't keep pushing to be fully conscious and aware of where I was going. I let the unconsciousness take me where it didn't hurt quite so badly. Krycheck and Sark were there all the time.
Damien had now a willing audience, and he talked, fantasizing about how he could work on me for half a year at some point. Krycheck and Sark who were examining me, taking samples, and analyzing them were not just sure that I could actually take such a long time of torture.
Device by device, I started to get really tired. The pain was just horrible, and Damon kept me on the machines for a long time. He kept pouring as much of the pharmaceuticals that caused ever-increasing panic and confusion into me as he could, and they just worsened because they messed up my head even more.
Krycheck was very interested in these as Damien used Damon's telepathy and told him how panicked I was already. They took samples of me whenever I was out of shuttles or some kind of other contraption. Sark saw so many improvements to be made to most of the machines, as the damage was not what he had envisioned.
I don't know how long he had been torturing me. I did know that from time to time, he would lift me up on the table, put me in shackles, and let Sark examine me, and Sark would bring in new drugs, which he was eager to try. My rage had been put right down. Krycheck knew his job, and he had several compounds to deal with my rage. He did not talk about it so much to Damien, but to Sark.
I heard that when they had been creating me; they had not been allowed to talk to each other, Sark had been part of the team creating retroviral components while Krycheck had been creating my rage, my memory, trying to get my mind as such that I would traumatize easily and brainwashing would stick better.
I tried to remember as much as possible, to be able to understand myself even better, and to know that I was created to be this mess, so it was not me, not true me but something that had been put inside me, or I was warped in a certain way. Maybe sometimes I might be able to do something, not my rage, it was so an integral part of me, but my memory or my tendency to have nightmares. Krycheck had been very impressed by that revelation, but Damien was not in the mood to let me sleep and have nightmares. He wanted to torture, maim, hurt me, to see me getting ever increasingly confused, helpless in pain. He wanted to be so much stronger, too.
I didn't even feel it again and was getting quite desperate. My rage had been pushed so far down that there was no flicker in my mind from it. I thought in my mind when I was back on the table, that I didn't have a cold because there were so many drugs that were messing with my thermoregulation and my metabolism. I thought, how fucking unfair. My body was quite a mess. I was skinny and lost a lot of weight. I had now a little clearer time in my mind. I was not so panicky right at that moment.
Krycheck and Sark were examining me, scanning me, and taking yet another set of samples, Sark was very thrilled, he liked to get so much more information out of me, what I could stand, and then Damien told them about my feline side and both of them was so excited as I had triggered my evolution and they had no idea what I would become, now they had a whole new side of me to be studied and lot of guesswork was done.
Sark and Krycheck told Damien that my infertility was because I was not yet done, my evolution was not yet ready and my body was not yet procreated. It didn't know what it was even. They were not yet even taking a look at my fangs, there was so much more to be examined in my tortured, skinny, wounded body and krycheck let Damien try whole extra sets of drugs which blew up my panic from time to time really bad.
I started to think about what I could do with my fangs. Am I even clear enough to get anything done? Oh fuck, if I had a substance that would make me bring Damon's core back out, flank type, but where would I get one? If only I could do it with my fangs, but I had never even tried any like it before.
I wanted it so badly. I started to feel this pressure in my mind; it felt kind of familiar but it was not yet, anything to do with my fangs. I thought to myself, yeah, a flank guy would be the best option because Doctor Damon would just start treating. Something kind of almost popped into my mind. I felt again very powerless.
And now my head started to get a very nasty headache between my eyes, and I felt a pressure in my head. This was a dental headache, meaning that my fangs were producing now some substance. Usually, I made a hell of a lot of powerful poisons and toxins and I was now ready to bite this, whatever this was.
When Damon came closer, I tasted a peach and realized that my teeth had made some substance, so this was no poison. Fine. I'll bite it to Damien then. Damien came to untie me from my restraints to move me back to the beater, and I took the strength that I could muster and got my teeth to hit his arm and drain my substance quickly and efficiently.
Damon cursed and carried me to the machine, still cursing, and turned it on. I was trying to hold on, and I thought I'd put it in if it were poison. Krycheck and Sark had gone to eat, and they had not seen my little bite. I was hoping that something would happen, whatever substance that had been.
Suddenly, Damon's demeanor changed, and he became more alert. He was near the tables, where the computers were and he was partially turned his back to me.
I could see from reflection on the screen how he furrowed his brow as if he wasn't quite up to speed, and he said in my head," Where the fuck am I, we were driving, and then this car came straight at me, darling. Are you okay?"
I said in my head, "Turn around; I'm here in the machine. They somehow got Damien out, and he's now been torturing me here for Lord knows how long and is good mates with Sark and Krycheck too, but now you need to let me have a moment in this machine and make sure we get out first."
I tried to sound calm and collected, to direct him to do what was necessary. I kept the panic away as I continued to order him.
"Take Damon, get your rage out, and go kill everyone. Sark has some kind of replication magic in the family, so there's always another Sark. Go now before they discover my minor stuff worked on you and put Damien away."
He did not say anything back at me and maybe there was some component in my substance that made him obey me, at least start now. Damon walked to the door and spoke something for a moment. The door opened, and Damon rushed into action.
I thought this thing would stop beating the crap out of me, even if he killed everyone at some point. I was in a lot of pain. Actually, I was in a lot more pain, but we needed to have a way out. I knew I needed to take this hit because this would best bet to get out of there. It wouldn't help if Damon were captured right away, and they turned him into Damien again.
I concentrated on saving my strength, and as Damon was talking to me in my head, " Darlin', we've been here for five weeks; I'm about to kill everyone, so I'm coming to rescue you, fucking Sark and Krycheck head on the run, but don't worry, I'll get it any day now. What's your situation? "
I said, "I'm fine. I'm fine as long as I get out and away from these machines. Go and kill everyone that you can. They took a hell of a lot of samples from me, too."
I was as deep in my panicky, medicated state as I could be, but I knew I had to put that feeling to rest for a while and not tell Damon everything I was going through. I'll be fine as long as I can get somewhere dark to sleep or be. I had my willpower working almost overtime, but I kept my mind coherent.
In the midst of Damon's raging fury, I knew he wouldn't be as sharp with me. The air crackled with tension as I pretended, hoping to deceive him. Mimosa's heat could endure for three to four months, giving me a window of escape once Damon went on his hunt. I knew him well enough to rely on his hot-headedness for my safety. My heart raced as I thought about the impending freedom, reassuring myself that there was nothing to worry about.
Finally, Damon arrived and grabbed a few sheets, shutting off the machine with deliberate slowness. I reached out my hand, eagerly awaiting a sheet as he unhooked me. The room felt cold and sterile, the metallic scent of the machinery mingling with the pungent aroma of herbs and medicine. I could feel the weight of my injuries, the pain radiating through my body.
Metals tore my body as they had been pushed to me for weeks now, and different herbs burned in my veins, too. Determination fueled me, keeping me functional against all odds. I could start to feel my rage. It simmered within me, a welcomed ally. It would help me endure the rest of the way as long as we would get to safety.
I wrapped myself in a sheet, its fabric comforting and protective. Another sheet was wound tightly around me, stemming the flow of blood from my wounds. The panic induced by the drugs coursed through my veins, amplifying my senses. My body trembled with cold, my weakened state evident in my dwindling energy. I must have weighed no more than 30 kilos. Probably way under it.
My sugars would not hold too long as there had been the selection of different sleeps to be tested too. I was not sure if I had an infection or not, because my temp was low. If I had an infection, it could be already on sepsis or then just a reaction to these drugs.
Ahead of me, Damon stormed forward, his rage palpable. His presence exuded an almost tangible black aura, a force to be reckoned with. The aftermath of his fury lay in his wake - lifeless, torn bodies and shattered computers. The destruction extended to the samples, irretrievable now.
Yet, the information Sark and Krycheck had managed to extract from them remained a mystery, beyond our control. It was a thought that Damon plucked from my mind, his focus now set on pursuing Sark and Krycheck as soon as he could ensure my safety. All I had to do was convince him I was okay, even as my own rage surged within.
We walked out of the building. I was not even sure in what state we were. My panic tried to resurface when I saw this dark ominous-looking building behind me where we had just exited.
I got in the car where Damon had gone and got in the back seat. He hot-wired the car, making its engine rumble. He looked at me through the mirror.
He said, "Not quite the honeymoon we had planned. We were supposed to do a romantic tour of France, go to that bridge in Paris and put the lock with our names on it, and then end up in the Azores, but I don't know where we're going to end up."
He drove off and drove for a while. I was more or less a ball in the back seat, just hoping we'd get there soon so I could get to safety. At last, I could see that we were in Chicago. Well, my bedroom downstairs would do just fine. He drove the car into the yard, parked it, and I got out of the car in a hurry. I kept my sheet tightly against me, trying to cover my state of being. Damon also got out of the car and walked in with me.
I said, " You can give a Chase Sark and Krycheck. I know you want to. Like I said, I'm tough and alive. Now I'm going to rest and shower soon. I'll be fine soon, and then we can watch that honeymoon."
Damon sighed and said, " First of all, missy, you will not be fine after five weeks of sessions. No way. Secondly, I will not go chasing after Sark as it's no good yet, not until we figure out that spell. Thirdly, Missy, we're going downstairs to the medbay now, and we're going to get you fixed up. "
I tried to say. "I'm all right. Look, let me sleep in that bedroom downstairs, and you find out about the spell. "
I wanted to be somewhere dark and quiet place, safe, not harsh light and medical equipment in a medbay.
Damon looked at me for a long time and said, "You seem to be on quite a lot of meds and panic meds at that. You are doing your very best to cover up your state. I'm not letting you go to sleep; now, get out of there."
I was walking towards the three steps so I could get to the hall and my room.
Damon came over to me, lifted me into his arms, and cursed softly under his breath.
He said, "You will weigh nothing again. No wonder you've got those sheets wrapped around you. Well darling, don't worry. Everything will be alright."
His passionfruit was sharp as ever. This was a flank guy, yet he held me very gently but safely in his arms and he seemed worried about me. He carried me downstairs to the medbay and put me on the bed. He hadn't even turned the lights on yet when he knew how I felt.
Damon said, "Now, first of all, I'll come next to you and see if I can get you to sleep for a while, just like that. You need safety, you have to start to chop off those drugs, there is so much wrong in you, but let's start to get this panic less first."
It was strange that this wasn't the normal bossy Doctor Damon when he came over to my bed, took me against him, and held me tightly so that I could hear the familiar heartbeat, and I started to calm down. He stroked me. This was the flank guy taking care of me. These heartbeats were now pure safety, not fear and terror, but pure strong safety. Eventually, I fell asleep.
Damon held his wife against him. She was cold and thin, with wounds and bruises. These drugs had been pushed into her. Metals, herbs, all were wrecking inside his newlywed wife. Damon had no recollection of all of those five weeks, and he was not sure about anything. He did not know what Mimi had gone through. He had destroyed all that he could, but Krycheck and Sark had gotten away.
Damon couldn't hear that Mimi had any circulation, so her injuries would be much worse than she let on, but his telepathy had told him clearly as Damon felt the confusion and panic that was swirling in Mimi's mind like some sort of wrecking ball, that she really wasn't all right and couldn't be left alone.
As Mimi's slight trembling and shaking began to subside, and he felt her delicate body relax, Damon picked up his phone and texted Colin about it. He still couldn't get to Mimi anymore. Colin said he would be there in two hours, and Damon was pleased. He had to be now for her safety, not her doctor, not yet. She was in too fragile state mentally and Damon did not want yet another set or shell around her. He would help her, keep her safe.