He had no idea where he was. He had no idea what time it was. The room was dark and cold and Malik was cuffed to a chair, his wrists raw by now and his back ached terrible while his legs hurt from cramps. He could hardly remember anything, he just kept falling in and out of unconsciousness. When the door opened he startled, eyes narrowed as light fell into the small room, blinding him. Feet moved over the ground and Malik heard the rattling of metal, the sound of guns being carried.
“Up you go”, came the voice and tears were running down his cheeks, the light hurting his eyes since he hadn't seen it for so long now and his hands became loose, fingers curling around his shoulder and pulling him upwards. “He wants to see you now”, they whispered into his ear and before he was even able to move his hands, they were pulled behind his back once more and Malik was tied up again. It wasn't like as if he couldn't fight – he could. But right now he was too confused as if he could act and maybe it was because he hasn't been active for the last five years, maybe he'd gotten lazy. He didn't know what it was that held him back and made them follow. Maybe curiosity. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on, he just wanted to make it out of this with no harm. His vision returned slowly, two guards walking by his sides, framing him and pushing him down a long, barely lit hall. The walls were gray, the light flickering and shining down on him from old fluorescent tubes. Malik watched the guards from the corner of his eyes and there seemed something odd about them, something off as if the picture wasn't right. The back of his head was tingling, the hair on his arms standing to end and Malik felt cold, the sick feeling of something bad about to happen engulfing him like thick, tough honey, sticking on to him and not letting go.
They reached an elevator and the doors opened, Malik and both guards stepping inside. He couldn't tell if they were going up or down, the elevator hardly making a sound at all and he could barely feel it moving. It took a few more turns, more halls they were walking down until they finally reached their destination and Malik was brought into a rather large room, empty expect for a desk with a computer on it and something that looked like a... solarium cabin? Seriously?
They stopped a few feet short of a man and a woman, the both of them wearing white coats. She wore her hair in a high bun and he thought it made her look older than she probably was. She eyed him uncertain and he could tell she was fucking nervous while the man just stood there, arms crossed behind his back wearing a huge -probably faked- smile, gray hair and glasses riding low his nose. The guards didn't leave but stood slightly behind him, their hands on their guns and Malik gulped audibly. Only now did he see that there was a second man laying and it was-
Him.
“Altair”, Malik whispered, his lips barely moving but the man heard him, his smile even widening. “Mr. al-Sayf”, he greeted him, arms spread to each side of his body in a welcoming gesture. The woman -and Malik could barely call her that because she looked like a frightened teenager at the moment- picked up a folder, skipping through it and pretending to read the papers inside.
“I'm Dr. Vidic.”
Malik's head snapped up and his eyes were set onto him. He recognized that voice. “It's you”, he muttered, his voice growing deeper, fingers curling into a tight fist and he gritted his teeth. “It's you”, he snarled again, wanting to take a step forwards but one of the guards simply put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Malik didn't try to go further as the man stroke with his thumb over his gun.
“Of course it's me”, Vidic smiled and he beckoned Malik forwards. “Come on... don't be shy. I trust you to not doing anything stupid, yes?” No he wouldn't – Malik knew though he was good, he was really good when it came to fighting, hell, he'd been on two tours to Iraq, he knew how to fight! But he also knew when it was better to keep low and right now it seemed to be the better choice to just do what he were told.
“No I won't”, he said and held his chin up high, his back straightening while he put his arms behind his back. Just show these fuckers he wasn't intimated by them.
“Good, good”, Vidic nodded. He gestured behind him, pointing at the strange looking table with the man trapped inside. “You remember him then, I take it? I think I just heard you say his name...” Malik followed his gesture, his eyes roaming over the body and his gaze stopped at his hands. He counted ten fingers and that didn't seem to be right.
“I- I think”, he muttered softly and maybe it was wrong even answering him but Malik didn't understand anything of this and he just wanted answers – maybe the best way to get them was to pretend. “His name”, Malik looked up at Vidic, “his name is Altair.”
Vidic's smile grew cruel and the woman stood up behind him, eying Malik over the Doctor's shoulder. She stepped closer still, leaning towards his ear. “He's going to wake soon”, she whispered and yet Malik could understand her words very well. “He's going to think he's still in France.”
Vidic nodded and while she seemed to be at the brink of a meltdown, he wasn't worried at all. “Good”, he nodded. “Let me show you how to control a monster, Ms. Stillman. Mr. al-Sayf?” Vidic rose his chin and his eyes bore into Malik's. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
Re: Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again Part 13b
He had no idea where he was. He had no idea what time it was. The room was dark and cold and Malik was cuffed to a chair, his wrists raw by now and his back ached terrible while his legs hurt from cramps. He could hardly remember anything, he just kept falling in and out of unconsciousness. When the door opened he startled, eyes narrowed as light fell into the small room, blinding him. Feet moved over the ground and Malik heard the rattling of metal, the sound of guns being carried.
“Up you go”, came the voice and tears were running down his cheeks, the light hurting his eyes since he hadn't seen it for so long now and his hands became loose, fingers curling around his shoulder and pulling him upwards. “He wants to see you now”, they whispered into his ear and before he was even able to move his hands, they were pulled behind his back once more and Malik was tied up again. It wasn't like as if he couldn't fight – he could. But right now he was too confused as if he could act and maybe it was because he hasn't been active for the last five years, maybe he'd gotten lazy. He didn't know what it was that held him back and made them follow. Maybe curiosity. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on, he just wanted to make it out of this with no harm. His vision returned slowly, two guards walking by his sides, framing him and pushing him down a long, barely lit hall. The walls were gray, the light flickering and shining down on him from old fluorescent tubes. Malik watched the guards from the corner of his eyes and there seemed something odd about them, something off as if the picture wasn't right. The back of his head was tingling, the hair on his arms standing to end and Malik felt cold, the sick feeling of something bad about to happen engulfing him like thick, tough honey, sticking on to him and not letting go.
They reached an elevator and the doors opened, Malik and both guards stepping inside. He couldn't tell if they were going up or down, the elevator hardly making a sound at all and he could barely feel it moving. It took a few more turns, more halls they were walking down until they finally reached their destination and Malik was brought into a rather large room, empty expect for a desk with a computer on it and something that looked like a... solarium cabin? Seriously?
They stopped a few feet short of a man and a woman, the both of them wearing white coats. She wore her hair in a high bun and he thought it made her look older than she probably was. She eyed him uncertain and he could tell she was fucking nervous while the man just stood there, arms crossed behind his back wearing a huge -probably faked- smile, gray hair and glasses riding low his nose. The guards didn't leave but stood slightly behind him, their hands on their guns and Malik gulped audibly. Only now did he see that there was a second man laying and it was-
Him.
“Altair”, Malik whispered, his lips barely moving but the man heard him, his smile even widening. “Mr. al-Sayf”, he greeted him, arms spread to each side of his body in a welcoming gesture. The woman -and Malik could barely call her that because she looked like a frightened teenager at the moment- picked up a folder, skipping through it and pretending to read the papers inside.
“I'm Dr. Vidic.”
Malik's head snapped up and his eyes were set onto him. He recognized that voice. “It's you”, he muttered, his voice growing deeper, fingers curling into a tight fist and he gritted his teeth. “It's you”, he snarled again, wanting to take a step forwards but one of the guards simply put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Malik didn't try to go further as the man stroke with his thumb over his gun.
“Of course it's me”, Vidic smiled and he beckoned Malik forwards. “Come on... don't be shy. I trust you to not doing anything stupid, yes?” No he wouldn't – Malik knew though he was good, he was really good when it came to fighting, hell, he'd been on two tours to Iraq, he knew how to fight! But he also knew when it was better to keep low and right now it seemed to be the better choice to just do what he were told.
“No I won't”, he said and held his chin up high, his back straightening while he put his arms behind his back. Just show these fuckers he wasn't intimated by them.
“Good, good”, Vidic nodded. He gestured behind him, pointing at the strange looking table with the man trapped inside. “You remember him then, I take it? I think I just heard you say his name...” Malik followed his gesture, his eyes roaming over the body and his gaze stopped at his hands. He counted ten fingers and that didn't seem to be right.
“I- I think”, he muttered softly and maybe it was wrong even answering him but Malik didn't understand anything of this and he just wanted answers – maybe the best way to get them was to pretend. “His name”, Malik looked up at Vidic, “his name is Altair.”
Vidic's smile grew cruel and the woman stood up behind him, eying Malik over the Doctor's shoulder. She stepped closer still, leaning towards his ear. “He's going to wake soon”, she whispered and yet Malik could understand her words very well. “He's going to think he's still in France.”
Vidic nodded and while she seemed to be at the brink of a meltdown, he wasn't worried at all. “Good”, he nodded. “Let me show you how to control a monster, Ms. Stillman. Mr. al-Sayf?” Vidic rose his chin and his eyes bore into Malik's. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”