I woke up tied to the table naked in spiked handcuffs, and the throbbing pain in my liver told me that another platinization had happened. I had a pretty bad case of metal sickness, anyway. Somehow, I knew I had been unconscious for several days. Call it an experience or something.
My mind was pretty darn muddled, and I just did not find my rage, not at all. Or pack bonds, for that matter, either. I was screwed, in other words. I just hoped that I would find some way to get out of here and escape, and goddamn, I was pissed off at Bran. I was cannulated, and something was dripping into me through the infusion pump. The metals made my head hurt and caused nasty fatigue.
What did not help this at all was that I had a hell of a buzz of voices in my mind and then I realized I had become a marrok. Fine, except I was in no shape to be a marrok, so I tried to find the link between me and Mimosa. It took time. I tried to help those who needed it most and marrok power did not make this easier at all. It just messed me up more.
The examiners came into the room, and they didn't even pay any attention to me as they started collecting their instruments again, and I knew some kind of autopsy was going on again. This tall examiner man came in and paralyzed my vocal cords. Bran's friend.
I just knew that this guy had it and I had my little shed for him. I knew how to not kill him, and make sure that he could not kill himself. Then I would ask Damon to come and see if, after I had worked on him for some time, he would like to continue. These kinds of thoughts made it even a bit more bearable for me to try to handle whatever was gonna happen to me next.
Mr fucking Sark came into the room and said, " Oh, awake for a change. Well, I had to change the new meds so they work better. You've been here for ten days. You were a real Christmas present for us. Oh, that Bran is easy to fool. It just is. Now, we'll continue to examine you. After this examination, we're going to test you with radiation. "
Oh, fuck, that pissed me off. Sark turned around and said, "I took and removed that little transmitter Salvatore put in your brain so we can be left alone. Of course, we will be harvesting those enzymes of yours and maybe some other things too. But as you have never been radiated, for real we just want to see what happens to you. I have no real idea or goal here. You are just so a good toy for us to play with. We do get some inspirations on you sometimes, but you are a freak, so you are not in use to us as a test subject for broader use."
Then I experienced another live autopsy, and it's something that doesn't get any easier, even though I've been through it quite a fucking few times. Yes, I was sampled for tissue and knew I was pretty much bled because I had a distinct blood hunger.
This examiner had studied quite a lot of vampires and I was no exception, he taught Sark about my fangs and my ability to make substances and that pain that comes when your face is cut open in order for them to get into your sinuses and start scarping that sensitive tissue, taking samples, testing is excruciating.
I finally managed to find that damn link between me and Mimosa. Well, first I opened up the link between me and Damon and he must have felt quite a bit because the link snapped shut and fast. I got the right link open and pushed with all my might as much marrok force as I could to Mimosa and she noticed what I was doing soon enough, and accepted it all, helping me to give it all away. Almost all of it, but I knew that she could handle that side of things.
Then I was taken into a small room tied up, and a box came up from the floor and opened—radioactive material. I screamed in pain as the radiation burned away my skin and organs, and yet I survived. And I wasn't radioactive when I somehow converted that energy into another form. I almost used it to heal myself.
After that I was laying in the bed, in isolation as they measured where all that radiation had gone, it had been amazing for them to see that I did not burn but sucked it all in even though it was painful as hell because that had been one hell of lot radioactive material, strong one.
Pain tore through my body, but in my grim mind, I was satanically happy with one thing. Somehow, I felt Bran in my mind and I realized Damon must have gone all the way with him. Killing him, breaking his straps, and thanks to something, he ended in my mind. I let him feel this.
See as his dear friend talked with Sark about how gullible he had been, how easily they manipulated Bran to make him give me to these sadists to be tortured, I let him hear my thoughts even though I could not communicate with him; he could see and feel, but somehow I guess Damon had made this place for him in my mind, so he could really see what I went through. Mr. Salvatore must be furious.
And then the radioactive stuff was put on me, and again, I didn't spare my voice. They poisoned me with polonium and who knows what, and I survived, but it takes my strength. Bran was with me. I have no idea how long; I suffered as they put radioactive beads in my sinuses too to see if that would cause permanent or semipermanent damage to my ability to make substances.
Then, after they had been scarred, those sadists put electrodes in my brain, stimulating substance production and I did make substances, poisons for Sark and these others. I had to move my tissues to other parts of my skull and make new ducts, temporarily, using radiation as an energy source to grow tissues fast. it was a good way of using that energy and stopping destroying my tissues
Yes, I did with some kind of way to reverse the radioactivity, and I got better with it. They were very amazed at this and my substance, too. They had removed 45 pairs of my fangs and I still grew new ones. They were seeping poisons when Sark came closer and my poisons would be absorbed through the skin. I had managed to spit my poison twice on Sark, killing him, twice and painfully both times, but soon a new one had come in and now I had permanent collectors in my fangs and poison just flowed.
Sark got a little bit annoyed about my poisons and the fact that I had killed him twice. The potency of my poisons impressed him quite as much, and he collected them very carefully. But he wanted to see how much I can take radiation and in what form. Then Sark decided to try uranium. He had got uranium in liquid form and started to flood it into me. I screamed as loud as I could and was barely conscious for a moment as this hurt, this pain, tore, ripped, ravaged, burned, destroyed, and it never stopped.
In my pain-filled haze, this energy threatens to consume me. Uranium flowed heavily in my vein. It was metal, so there was a metal feeling too, but I had so much energy in my body that I felt like I was about to explode. As I had turned most of that radioactivity into another form. Energy still stayed in my body. I felt the uranium all over me, and it had some interesting effects. I started growing body parts inside myself. A couple of fingers grew out of my neck. I had toes on my chest. I didn't know what was where anymore because the pain wouldn't go away.
One after another, part of my body grew, and slowly, the worst pain subsided. Sark was surprised and theorized that I was using radioactive energy in a way that would consume it, so I grew body parts to get rid of the energy. To waste it. Then I wasn't even radioactive anymore, but my uranium was metal, and it made me feel really nasty metal.
I was on my side in the bed; I kept my eyes shut, those that were in my head, my eight eyes in my back were open and I was looking outside, from the window. Every eye could see perfectly and my brain could handle these just fine. It just processed my vision in my spine, too.
One of my eyes was a little irritated, so my hand that grew in the small of my back, stretched and rubbed that eye a bit, to ease the itch. I could feel a slight dampness on my lower side, meaning that my nose, which was growing from there, was running again.
I could hear Sark approaching. I was not radioactive anymore, just a real freak full of different body parts and quite weird things. I was no longer a marrok, meaning Bran had gotten back to his body. As the door opened, the mouth in my right ass cheek opened, and I could feel fangs coming down. That was quite a well-formed mouth, with fangs but no throat.
I knew pretty much how well what was formed because Sark studied me daily, and saw if those body parts would continue to grow and develop even more. I had several sets of organs, but my multiplication enzyme had not gone wild; I had just grown extra in order to get rid of that energy, but as it was, there were limits to what my body could withstand. I don't have limitless health or the ability to keep my body going. Every single extra body part worked as well as my normal. Meaning my energy expenditure was tenfold or more.
Sark wanted to see if any of these parts would start to die down when my body could not support them. Nope. I just lost weight and energy. I was more in pain as they continued to autopsy me and my body parts. My physiology had been altered quite a lot too, because of these autopsies and radiation, meaning drugs chopped up all over the place.
And then Sark stopped giving me so many drugs because I started to be more lethargic, limp, and listless, he had pumped me full of different compounds and now he was trying to different pathogens too but my immune system was quite efficient, meaning that too spent my energy but stopped some of those infections to getting a foothold at all.
I started to run out of strength because of all this torture. I knew it myself when I started sleeping more and more again, even though they didn't put any medicine in me. My body temp dropped, I was starting to be in deeper sleep, my metabolism was dropping, and my sugars, too. What had been an utter disappointment to Sark was that this radiation had destroyed most of the enzymes and even platinizing my liver had not gotten them to bloom like they had in the past.
Another disappointment had been that I had grown no extra sets of reproductive organs, not at all. And he did not understand why. I would grow everything, but not those, not even wombs or extra ovaries, and there was no apparent reason for this. Not that he could understand or find.
I had no idea where I was. Did anyone know my location and would anyone ever get me out of here? I was too far gone, and I was just thinking sleepily at one point that was it time soon to go hibernation or had this torture and experimentation affected my straps too much to me hibernate. But my mind was not so sharp, not able to think clearly and my thoughts were like clouds in the summer sky, one minute there, gone to the next.