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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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[2]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)"Oh, for Heaven's sake," muttered Vidic. He left the room, leaving Stillman to attend to Michael. Her hand moved to his shoulder.
"Get off me," he snarled, and she snatched her hand away as though she'd been burned. For a second, he felt guilty. Then in his mind he saw Piero's face - what was left of it - and his stomach heaved again. And again.
When it was over he wiped his mouth on his hand and sat on the floor with his back against the base of the animus. Tears ran from the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was Piero, the residue of Ezio's intense physical pain, or simply the exertion of throwing up.
Stillman returned with a mop and bucket, and a cup of water.
A reflex acquired during his hunger strike compelled Michael to refuse it, but there was little point. That had all ended with Vidic's threats to drug him and leave him in the animus on an IV. He accepted the water with shaking hands. A plastic cup - no breakable glass in this place.
He poured the water down his throat, spilling some, and fought for composure. Stillman cleaned up his vomit in silence, but he knew she was listening to every gulped breath, every choked sob, and his face burned with shame. If only the bleeding effect had included Ezio's self-control. The man had a will of steel that would be useful right about now.
Vidic came back into the lab. "Are we done yet? Stand up, Michael. You're not going to die. Time is of the essence."
"No more today," Stillman said. "Michael, go and lie down. Warren - a word."
Before either of them could speak, Stillman strode into the board room, the sound of her footsteps harsh with anger.
The door slid shut and Michael was left in silence. Behind the thick glass it looked like Stillman was giving her boss a thorough ballsing. Again Michael wondered what the hell she was doing at Abstergo. She was precocious, dynamic, clearly ambitious; could probably end up running the company if she wanted to. And yet, the barbarities she subjected him to genuinely seemed to disgust her.
Michael pushed himself to his feet, his head spinning. He should try again to hack the animus while he had the chance. He had seen Stillman access the programming interface from the console, knew it was possible. Maybe he couldn't escape - but there must be something he could do - sabotage the project somehow.
Ezio would find a way out, he thought. His head fogged as he tapped the console, activating the login screen. He rubbed his temples and looked up. Suddenly Cesare Borgia was in the room not a foot away from him, life-size and smirking.
"Not real, not real. Fuck." He struggled to avoid being drawn into another flashback as fear churned his stomach. How long would it be before he could no longer resist the images? No longer control his own mind? What if he was sucked back forever, doomed to repeat the memory of Cesare's torture chamber forever?
"You aren't here," he told Cesare, with Ezio's calm authority and self-assurance. "You're dead. I killed you at Viana."
Cesare glowed and wavered.
"That's it, get out of here. Your sister's waiting."
He looked back at the console, but it swam in front of his eyes. He could read the characters, but they refused to assemble themselves into meaningful words. On a whim, he flipped the language setting to Italian, but it didn't help. The vernacular Ezio had spoken was too different.
One of the problems with this memory - one if the many, many problems - was the opposite of what he'd expected from it. The heightened emotion, the horrifying immediacy of Ezio's memory made him synchronise so well he had trouble disconnecting, even when he left the animus. It often happened that repressed memories were sharper when they were finally uncovered.
And this particular memory left him too shattered and confused to exploit opportunities like this one. Why couldn't they just let him finish the damn memory, get it over with? Going back into it, knowing what was happening - it seemed to get worse each time. He crumpled the plastic cup, tossed it on Vidic's desk. It was time to do something differently.
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)"Whatever you're cooking up, I've got a better idea," he yelled at them.
Stillman opened the door, shaking off Vidic as he caught her arm.
"What, Michael?" Her face was white with tension.
"I said, I've got a great idea. Why don't you listen to me for once, you fucks? I know I'm just your goddamn lab rat, but did you ever think that I might know more about how to stay synched than you do? Every time you put me back in that thing I have to live the whole god damned memory over again -"
"We know, Michael. We were just discussing it -"
"Shut the fuck up, Stillman. I'm the one living this. How many times has that poor kid lost his eye, now? Four? Five? I have no idea. I've lost count. And then you send me back to my room to sleep - how the fuck you even think that's possible, I don't even - I haven't slept in days -"
"Michael, you should have said -"
"I am saying!" It took all of his willpower to keep his distance, to stop his body language from becoming threatening. The instant he looked like getting violent, security would come running and there was no point getting them involved. The one time he'd taken a swing at Vidic, it hadn't ended well.
"There's no point pulling me out all the time. It's not working, and taking a break doesn't help any."
Vidic cleared his throat, and Michael looked him in the eyes. "And, no, you are not going to put me under," he said quietly. So far, he had managed to convince them to spare him that ultimate indignity; although lately he knew he'd been treading a fine line. There were days even Stillman looked as though she would rather he was unconscious.
"Shut down the failsafe mechanism attached to my vitals, or at least turn off the heart monitor. I'm not some middle-aged fat-ass who's about to have a coronary. Of course my heart rate's going to go up, you morons. He cut my apprentice's eye from his skull. Piero was only there because he came to find me. He was innocent -"
"English, please," Vidic said boredly. He shook his head, looked at Stillman. "Once again, I'm quite sure he does that on purpose, Miss Stillman. There is no way to confirm that this Bleeding Effect even exists when the subject insists on providing us with misinformation and confusing the whole exercise."
"Not now, Warren." She looked at Michael. "It's dangerous, Michael, but I don't see any other way aside from -"
"I'm not going under," he said in a low voice, and it seemed to reach her. Somewhere under the veneer of professional calm lurked a human being.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. I love being tortured. Even better when I get to watch it happen to my friends. But if you'd rather let me go free, well -"
"Michael, please."
"I'm sure. Just get this over with."
Re: [3]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)I overcame umlauts and Greek in captcha just to tell you how good this was. It was like 16 was talking to me. xD
Please, can't wait for more.
Re: [3]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)[4]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)"So you can clean it off the floor when we're done? You really do like to give yourself extra work."
"Okay, Michael." She shook her head, punching buttons on the animus console. "I've turned off the auto-desynch. Lie down when you're ready. We'll still be monitoring your vitals, so don't worry - I'll pull you out if something goes wrong."
He lay down on the animus. Soft clicks as the machine configured itself to his body. Immediately, Michael began to sweat, his heart thumping in sudden panic. This was normal, now. It had started happening after the first time he'd attempted the torture memory.
Just like a lab rat.
"Breathing," Stillman reminded, and he schooled himself from rapid, shallow breaths to slow, deep ones.
Stillman handed him a face mask, attached via a tube to the animus. "Put this on."
"You're joking, right?"
"It's just oxygen, Michael, and there's nothing flowing through it right now. I've spoken to Warren, and we agreed that you'll remain conscious. But if your breathing gets out of control, I'm going to need a way to keep you calm."
"I'm not wearing it, Stillman," Michael said.
She frowned. He knew it bothered her that he refused to use her first name, but it was simply one small way he had found to resist. Any hint of warmth he showed her brought him closer to cooperation with Abstergo. It would be easier if she'd just been an asshole like Vidic, but Stillman kept reaching out to him, determinedly compassionate, no matter how many times he rebuffed her.
"I know you have no reason to trust me," she said.
"You're right. I don't trust you. But I won't need oxygen anyway."
"Michael, Ezio repressed this memory completely. It was extremely traumatic -"
"No shit, was it really? I'm not wearing it, and I won't need it."
Stillman threw up her hands, helpless. "Fine. I'll just have to pull you out if you hyperventilate, and we'll start this whole thing again. Your choice."
"In that case, can I choose not to do this at all? I don't remember seeing a 'let me out of this shit-hole' option on the consent form, maybe because there wasn't one."
Vidic had wandered to the other side of the room, impatient but unwilling to interfere. Michael had made sure that his "input" only ever made things slower, and eventually Vidic had learned to let his assistant carry the bulk of the work with Michael. A small victory, but Michael exploited every division between the scientists that he could find.
"You know, I can't wait until this place gets audited. Although I have a suspicion it's government funded anyway. That true, Stillman?"
"Michael, please -"
"Why are you doing this?" Michael asked her, his voice low and intense. "You believe in what you're doing? Or are you just following orders?"
"There are things you don't understand," she said, her voice suddenly cold. "But right now, if you want to stay conscious, I need you to cooperate."
The screen slid down over his face, and Michael fought the second wave of his body's physiological reactions to the animus. His palms and fingertips were wet on the contact points, and his shirt soon stuck to his back. The heart monitor beeped in warning, then subsided.
"I understand one thing pretty well," Michael said as his vision dimmed and he smelled the familiar blood and filth of the torture chamber. The walls of the Castel Sant'Angelo came slowly into focus. "You're a fucking coward."
Re: [4]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-28 02:17 am (UTC)(link)Captcha: Erection nalsuma. . . :v This story is so good it gave captcha a boner.
OP = writer!anon here
(Anonymous) 2011-03-30 12:15 am (UTC)(link)OP!writer!anon again
(Anonymous) 2011-03-30 12:48 am (UTC)(link)