Lost & Broken ( Patrick )

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She could feel something in the way he touched her and in the way he kissed over her would shift. It changed from pure hesitation to something more tender and yet at the same time, there was something else lingering there. She could not quite place it, but at the same time, she was so lost on the pleasure she was experiencing to really put too much thought into it.

As she lapped at his blood that poured from the wound created by her upon his shoulder, she would shiver ever so slightly to the feel of his lips trailing down her neck, feeling his hands continue to hold her in place, as he spoke her name. It was then, as she heard it leave his lips, that she was able to place that sense that had shifted in him, a hint of possessiveness in his tone similar to that which she felt for him, though perhaps not as strong or as feral as what she was currently experiencing.

Still, it was enough to cause her to create a soft, pleasured sound much like a kind of feminine purr in response....her head tilting as her tongue licked slowly over that bite mark so that she could nuzzle into the side of his neck just a bit. A silent gesture that told him she belonged to him....Not sure if he would be able to pick up on it due to the hesitation that he still felt, yet when his lips reached her shoulder, she felt his teeth again sinking into her flesh, just enough to draw blood, before pulling back and kissing over the wound. But Gods was it more than enough....Another rather loud, heated moan erupting from her as she pulled back from his own shoulder and let out a shaky breath, his blood coating her lips and a bit of it making its way from the corner of her mouth.

Leaning in once more, she would place her lips close to his ear, that soft growling sound mingled with her moans as she trembled softly with pleasure under the feel of his lips and the throbs of pain that now came from her neck and shoulder. "I am all yours baby....Now there can never be any doubt that I belong to you...or that you belong to me...."

The possessiveness in her tone impossible to mask, though she didn't even try. He was her's and the mark on his neck and the one on his shoulder would make that clear from now until the day he no longer wanted her. Those emotions she felt for him consuming her mind now, not something that she could readily help given the fact that she felt so intensely and so deeply. Passionate was an understatement when it came to her, though very few knew that....save for her family and...well...him.

Pulling back, she would allow her tongue to slowly lick away what blood had managed to escape down his shoulder in the time she had left the wound unattended, her mind racing, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest and her breathing labored and shaky at best. All the while, all she could think of was the fact that she was his, that now she had the marks to prove as much....that she would always have those marks to prove it....

Eventually, she would pull her body back, just enough that she could look down at him, those crimson and amethyst eyes shimmering with a look of both lust and desire as well as possessiveness and pure, raw emotion. Blood staining her lips, she would softly bite down upon her lower lip, hesitant for some reason, though before he would have time to question it, her lips would press to his...the taste of his kiss and her blood mixing with his proving to set fire to her already burning body, her hips rocking harder now upon his own, begging for him...aching for him....

Yet, there was one thing she had to do first before she could surrender to that painful need to make love to him again......Breaking the kiss, her lips would hover just above his own, her warm breath washing over him as she panted rather heavily, one hand moving to delicately trail a single digit along the scar on his face from top to bottom, nothing but affection felt in her touch. "I love you baby..." It took everything she had to force those words out, and just as quickly as she had said them would she withdraw her hand from his face and duck her head away shyly....scared of his reaction and yet not wanting to let the moment go...so instead she would slide down his body and press her lips firmly against his chest, nipping and kissing her way along his flesh. She didn't expect him to say those words to her in return...she only wished for him to know how she felt....She needed him to know before they went any further, and now that he did...well...hopefully she could finally have what her body desired most right now....Her hand working to pull his pants the rest of the way off and then moving to try and do the same to her own...She couldn't wait anymore...It hurt far too bad and what she felt was far too strong to be left ignored.

[Legion]

All the purrs and moans she was giving, all the signs she was sending to him that she belonged to him. Well that was pleasing to Patrick, in a way that stroked his possessive side. He imagined that they both gave off the image of being rather feral right now, in the process of making love, but blood running down from their lips, staining their teeth. Patrick would continue kissing her shoulder as she told him the way things were. That she was his and he was hers. The possessiveness in her voice was impossible to miss. But Patrick didn't mind. While he was a strong, independent person, who resented belonging to anyone, he found that for her, he was okay with it. Although perhaps his being okay with it pertained to her belonging to him as well. That was something that was different between her and the faceless corp he worked for.

"Mine," he would say the degree of that possession significantly risen from last time, holding on to her his hands working their way up towards her head as she licked away the blood threatening to roll off his shoulder. As she pulled back his hands had made their way behind the back of her head, fingers once again in her soft hair. As she looked down on him, she would see his bloodied face, green eyes filled with nothing but passion and desire. While perhaps not as much as her he was feeling the need to get this show on the road, but she was the one seeming to take control this time, and that was something Patrick was fine with.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but she began to move her head down before the words could come out. Something that Patrick would capitalize on as he pulled her lips down onto his with his grip on her head. While the blood was irrelevant to him he couldn't help but taste it, not sure if it was just his mind but swearing that he could taste the different. Now, he wasn't sure what it was but it set a fire under him. Perhaps it was the blood, or perhaps it was her energy. Whatever it was he rocked his hip back up into hers giving off a pleasured groan of his own.

An almost disappointed sigh left his lips as she broke the kiss. But his eyes looked to her curiously as he felt her soft pants on his face and her finger running down the scar on his face. As he looked on curiously he would smile softly when she spoke those words, smile continuing to curl as she retreated into his chest, kissing and nipping the flesh.

"It's a bit soon for that don't ye think?" Patrick teased softly, nothing in his tone showing any displeasure at her confession. Patrick gave a pleasure sigh at her touch before continuing, "But that makes this less awkward I guess ... I love ye too Kazumi."

As she worked to pull his pants off, his hands moved to help her do the same with hers, wiggling his legs to help her pull his pants free while he slid hers down. Figuring he'd let their position remain seeing as she seemed to want more control over the pace then he did...

TIME SKIP

[Kazumi O'Connor]

This time when he said that word, she heard the possessiveness in his tone much stronger than all the times before and she would smile as a result of it. She had thought that after the whole Earth thing, that she would never want to belong to anyone, especially seeing as how in her head, a lot of the time, it felt as though she still belonged to Earth and would always belong to him, even though he was dead. Yet with Patrick it was different, and the fact that he would feel that way for her, that he would feel that sort of possessiveness over her, well it caused her heart to skip a beat and for her breath to catch in her throat. Yes, she wanted to belong to him, to be his fully and completely. She wanted to bare that mark on her neck, wanted to know, every time she looked in the mirror that she was his.

Then, when it came time for him to respond to her confession, she almost shied away at the sound of his laugh, thinking that he was going to make fun of her, or that he was going to tell her how stupid she was being. The words he spoke only seeming to confirm those thoughts in her mind. She knew it was soon, but for her, the emotions were so intense that she couldn't help but feel that way, something she would have explained if not for the fact that she was debating heavily upon pulling away and quite literally going off to hide in some dark corner of the house. But then, before she could make a move to, he spoke, and as he uttered those words in return she felt the happiness and possessiveness she had felt before swell up inside her. That feral, animalistic side of her fully alive now as the thought became solidified in her mind....No matter where she went during her dreams, no matter what her mind told her when she was alone or when she closed her eyes.....The reality of it was, when she woke, or when her eyes opened and brought her back to the here and now, she was his and she always would be, for as long as he would have her or until the Dragons found her and finally finished off the job of destroying her.

Working to remove her pants now, with his fully pulled away, she crawled back atop of him, those eyes locking on his as she would grin slightly, her body on fire, the heat of her so intense now that she could barely stand it, and as she leaned down to press her lips to his once more, passionately....she would finally move to take that one thing that she needed more than anything else right now.....Him.

Time Skip

She laid there now, her head resting upon his chest, every breath labored and shaky as her small body trembled from the sheer pleasure which continued to wash through it in soft, subtle waves. It had been amazing...hell, more than amazing.

One small, shaky hand would softly trace little circles over his side as her body refused to move from this position. A wave of exhaustion washing over her, but more than that, there was contentment. That need had been sated, all three of them to be in fact. She had drank blood, she had felt pain and she had made love to him....It was everything she had needed and now, with her mind and body so completely content, she found her mind lost in a small haze, as though she had drank too much or perhaps even been drugged to the point of everything around them seeming unreal, faded, distant.

Lazily she would nuzzle her head into his chest, a little, weak purr released from her as she closed her eyes once more and let forth a light little yawn. For once everything in her mind was at a standstill and she loved it...Though she couldn't deny that sensation at the back of her mind that was slowly growing stronger...the one that she always got when she grew closer to one of her blackouts....Yet she ignored it for now, or at least tried to...the only sign of something being off was her hand which moved fro his side to now rub her giners against her temple. She was sure it would go away...It usually did....though this time it felt more persistent than usual. Perhaps she just needed a nap? That would give her mind time to rest and gods knew her body could use it as well.

[Legion]

Patrick laid there, arm around her, completely content in the moment. While that had been great, he knew that it was nowhere near as amazing as it had been for Kazumi. But he was okay with that. Having fulfilled her needs, and well having a damned good time while at it. That was good enough for Patrick, though he figured that the rest of this road would be a lot less pleasurable then this one had been. He still had to take care of Feht, make sure that she didn't take over Kazumi, the one he loved. Yeah, it still felt weird thinking that but Patrick could get used to that, real quick.

Patrick looked at Kaz with a smile as she traced the circles on his chest. While he was glad for his own release he was more satisfied that he could at least give Kazumi what she needed. The blood, the pain (apparently, that one surprising Patrick a bit) and the sex. The sex, well there were no complaints from him, the blood and the pain may have weirded him out a little but he was okay with them, solely because Kaz was. As she purred Patrick would give his own pleasured sigh, wanting to just lay there forever, however he knew that there was work to do. Something about Kazumi being in a complete state of peace. He had to tell her. Her fingers on her forehead seeming ominous, Patrick felt like now was the time.

"Kazumi, there's something I have to tell ye," Patrick said quietly, "Yer blackouts, I know what's causing them. Phee didn't leave ye. She's trying to take over. As a her own personality, Feht she's calling herself."

It was something that Patrick had really only learned today. In fact the vast amount of things he had done today, mentally at least had seemed enormous. But It was for Kazumi. And like he had said before, he'd do anything to protect her. That's part of what love was about wasn't it? If that was the case then he had loved her long before he had said it today, though he figured that was a semantics argument really. Regardless, helping her started with telling her about the side that was trying to "kill" her, letting her in on all of the facts...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She laid there, her mind lost in that haze that usually cleared up by now. It was a bit worrisome, especially since there was that odd sensation going on in the back of her mind that signaled a blackout was close at hand. Continuing to rub her fingers against her temple, she would open her eyes if only for a moment, letting herself look around to remind herself of where she was. Yet it was hard to keep them open, and soon enough they would flutter closed as she gave another weak little yawn.

It felt good to have his arms around her, to feel his heart beating through his chest and to hear the steady sounds of his breathing. It gave her something to focus on, to try and ignore the dull ache in her head. Yet when he began to speak, her eyes would again flutter open, a single brow arching as he told her that there was something he needed to say. Instantly, she feared that he would tell her he had to leave, that he had to leave her.....Sure, she expected it to happen from time to time, what with his "job" or whatever....but the tone sounded so serious, so ominous....

Lifting her head, her hand would fall away for now. Ignoring the small pain she felt and instead focusing on him. But what he told her, well, there was nothing that could have prepared her for that. Her first thought? Was that he was wrong. He had to be wrong. But then, being a rather smart girl and all, the pieces started to click together and suddenly things were starting to make much more sense. "I...You mean that...s..she..." That stammering returning as her mind tried to wrap around what he was saying, but no sooner had he spoken the name of this supposed "alternate" personality than a wave of pain shot through her head so strong that it caused her to cry out and sit up in order to grip her head on either side, little fingers curling into her hair tightly.

She wasn't sure where that had come from, but it hurt, so fucking bad. Still, she tried to focus on what he was saying, once more attempting to ignore the pain she felt..."S..She wants me..d...dead?" Her words strained slightly as she swallowed hard, the pain in her skull causing her stomach to knot up and flip as nausea set in. "I...I don't..u..understand..." She was so confused, and with the pain throbbing through her brain, it was making it hard to think. But, as images of earlier today came flooding back, images of the clothes she had been wearing....the way her hair was done up.....Then, suddenly there were other memories from when she had woken up from her blackouts...the blood, the cuts and bruises...the marks on her neck and arms and legs....Ones on her thighs....

It was then that her eyes widened and shock set in....Oh Gods...if this was true, and it was Phee, just under a different name...then that meant..."No...no....She can..can't be...I...Patrick please....She is a bad person...sh..she was the o...one that made me w..want to hurt people....sh...she is the one who...who always wanted sex and pain..." It was not hard to think of where her mind was going. If Phee, or....whatever her name was now, was free and had been running lose all this time....then that meant she was hurting people, that she was getting hurt and that....that she was .....Oh Gods if Kaz ever found out that she had cheated on him she would never forgive herself. Instantly tears began to spill from her eyes as more and more pain raked her head. She didn't understand it but Feht was creating havoc in her mind....because she was never supposed to learn of her other half...This meant the rules had been broken and the game was now shifting.....

Moving to try and climb off of him to stand, she placed her feet upon the floor, only to be hit with a wave of pain so intense that she screamed and collapsed to the floor, her knees hitting rather hard as she doubled over and pressed her forehead into the carpet. "Baby..h...help me..." She choked out the words through sobs and struggled breaths....She usually never fought, so the pain had never been like this...but now, with her knowledge of Feht and with the realization that Feht very well may have slept with other men....she struggled to stay in control, without realizing she was doing it....and it hurt....very, very badly.

[Legion]

His words struck her hard it would seem. Her hand falling off his chest and her stuttered words, proving that much at least. But when the name "Feht" rolled off his lips she shot up, crying out in pain, alarming Patrick greatly. As she shot up he would too, following her and attempting to wrap his arm around her to comfort her. Patrick was certain that it was Feht causing this now. Her pain. As she strained her mind confused, trying to sort through what was going on through the physical discomfort, voicing her question and lack of understanding Patrick would clarify, "She wants to be the sole owner of yer body, but I won't let that happen."

Absolute certainty in Patrick's voice as he told her that. And he was serious. He already had a plan of sorts, to break down Feht, though now he chose not to speak the name to Kazumi, as it seemed to hurt her last time. No, Patrick was well aware that he'd have to address the issue, but now he needed to sort a few things out. Help Kazumi get a more full picture at least, before he drew feht out and most probably, get a little more of a better picture from her as well.

As Kazumi's mind raced, words spilling out Patrick looked at her with a frown of concern. Yes, he knew Phee was a bad, thing, person, whatever. The pain part, he could understand. The sex, well, as the tears spilled from her eyes Patrick could honestly say, he wasn't phased by it. The idea of Feht having had sex with others. Why? "Kazumi, I don't blame ye. If anything happened, it was her, not ye. I still love ye, regardless of what she did when she had control."

When she tried to stand, only to be met with pain, the collapse and the scream, Patrick was off the couch, crouched beside her with a shirt in his hand in an instant. His arm going around her as he whispered in his ear, "I will Kazumi, I have a plan to help ye but yer going to have to trust me and trust that ye can do it with me by ye every step of the way."

Concern in his voice Patrick hoped that his words would get through...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

He said that he didn't care, that he understood it wasn't her, that the other half was the one that would do those things....Still, she hated the thought and it killed her to think that she could have done something like that to him. She loved him, the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt him....But there wasn't time to think on that before the pain hit again and she would cry out, one hand hitting the ground and nails dragging roughly through the carpet as she sobbed uncontrollably and her body began to tremble rather heavily.

When she begged him to help her, he was on his knees beside her, his hands reaching for her and his words falling softly on her ears. Trust him? She didn't understand what that had to do with this, she didn't understand any of it, but she nodded. "I...I trust...y..you.." She said it again, just so he knew she was serious, fingers curling into the side of her hair as she gripped her head and eventually would collapse onto her side, curling into a ball there upon the floor as another cry of pain escaped past her lips.

She tried to open her eyes but there was something very different about them this time. Now, instead of just that tranquil, beautiful blue color was tendrils of black etching its way into her gaze. Every breath seemingly harder to draw in than the other. She understood that he had a plan, that much she had gotten from what he had said, but it wasn't ocurring to her mind what that could be. She didn't care right now, she just wanted ti to stop, she just wanted it to be better and for the pain to go away....but more than that, she didn't want for this other person...this Feht, to come out and do such horrible things again. She didn't want to know that some mystery part of her was going to be screwing around nor did she want to die....she didn't want to be washed away and lost in this mind...she didn't want any of this. "Make it stop baby...please...make it st...stop..." Her words growing a bit weaker as the pain hit a point where it just became constant, causing her to not want to move, not want to think...No, instead she just laid there, trembling and wincing in pain as her mind became clouded and foggy....as everything started to slowly fade around her.

[Legion]

Patrick gave a sigh, nodding as she said that she trusted him. He wasn't sure if she saw the nod but that mattered little to him. And he trusted her, that she could make it through this. She was strong she had survived Earth, and this was only a bit more. Sure, what Patrick was about to do was going to be painful, but it had to be done. If it wasn't then Feht would win, earth would win. And that was something Patrick was going to allow to happen. As she let out another cry Patrick held her tighter, doing what he could to comfort her.

When she opened her eyes up again Patrick could see the difference. Her eyes were a completely different color from last time. No longer amethyst but their original blue, and it wasn't the amethyst color or crimson hints, but the black. That was Feht for sure. How very, very convenient. As much as he wished for Feht to go away so that Kazumi could be better right not, he did have to start talking with Feht some time. What a better time the now? Patrick just didn't want to do it. As she begged him to make it stop though Patrick would try and comfort her, "I will love, ye just have to be strong for a little while longer. I'm going to have to meet her to make her go away."

Patrick was hesitant to tell her what that involved. He didn't really want to tell her that he was going to have to hurt and torture Feht, and most probably her to get Feht to come out again. It was going to be a long process. And while it was unlikely to be the longest time Patrick ever tortured anyone, not by a long shot, it would probably feel like it. Fun times ahead, no doubt...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was fading. Her mind felt like it was somewhere else, if that made any sense. The pain had reached the point where her body could not take anymore, and though it had been her head to suffer the brunt of it, that didn't mean that her body was without. As he held her tighter, she fell motionless, unable to move even though she tried to will her body to do so.

When he spoke, she would simply give a little whimper as her eyes began to grow heavy. She wasn't tired so much as her brain was trying to do the only thing it could think to save her, it was trying to knock her out. After all, the body and mind could only take so much before damage occurred and so, to try and protect itself from that, her mind and body were going to shut down.

Though she knew it was more than that. IF she passed out, if she faded then it would not be her that was waking back up. That sensation now growing stronger suggesting that she was on the verge of another black out, something she now knew meant that the other personality would come out. Gods how she tried to fight it....not wanting to lose herself, not wanting to let Phee...or...whatever her name was now, anywhere near Patrick. Afraid of what would happen...scared that it would confess all that horrible things it had done while able to run free.

So many questions raced through her mind. How many people had she hurt? How many had she killed? How man had she fucked? Again her stomach turned. Yet when he spoke, her mind became quickly distracted from her questions and doubts and instead focused on that concern and worry she heard in his tone. It was faint, hidden behind his soothing gestures and the determination that he was puttin forth.

She believed him. ...She believed that he was going to help her, she believed that he was going to make Feht go away....she just didn't know how he planned to do hat. She wanted to ask, she wanted to know, but there was no time for that. The darkness began....slow at first, creeping over the corners of her mind and slowly threatening to consume her. She whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks as she forced her eyes open to look at him, as she mustered every final bit of strength she had to lift her trembling little hand and brush her fingers softly, affectionately down the side of his face...tracing that scar as she did so...(Something that was slowly becoming a personal, intimate show of affection from her to him, something unique to their relationship.)

As more tears spilled down her face, she would try her beset to form words, though more and more of that darkness began to swallow up her thoughts and memories...pushing her aside, locking her away bit by bit. "I...I love you baby...." Barely more than a whisper as the blackness began to consume every bit of blue in her eyes, eye lids growing heavier, eyes slowly starting to close....As her finger reached the end of his scar, she would whimper once more weakly and then sudden, every bit of trembling in her small body would stop...completely. "Make.....sure....I c...come back to you..." And then her eyes would close, small hand falling away from his face and landing by her side limply...entire body growing heavier as it collapsed into his embrace, unconscious....Whatever part of her that had still been there now gone. No doubt left that when she woke up, it wouldn't be Kaz he was dealing with.

[Legion]

She was scared, that much was evident. The way she looked proved that much, like she was fighting to keep from passing out. The fear in her that appeared to be slightly more then fear of pain. That she knew what was happening. Patrick knew because of the eyes, and had guessed before but still, he hadn't know for sure until he had seen the eyes. She was doing a good job in Patrick's opinion. Although he didn't want to ask her, part of him wished that she'd just give in for now. To end the suffering, because he needed Feht to come out, although he figured that this was important too.

As she whimpered, and cried, raising her hand to his cheek Patrick would smile softly. Closing his right eye as her thumb ran down his scar. It was her was of showing affection to him, in rather a unique manner. Patrick enjoyed it immensely, and while he had been over the trauma of the night where he received that scar, she was the first one to make him glad that he had it. It was her was of showing affection in a unique manner. As she struggled to get those words out, Patrick would reply nothing but confidence in his voice, "I love ye too Kazumi. And yer strong ye'll make it back."

As she collapse in his arms Patrick scooped her up quickly with purpose. Before he headed downstairs he was quick to scoop up her underwear. She was wearing his shirt so that would be fine. Once he did that he took her downstairs to the basement, placing her on the medical table that her mother no doubt had installed herself. Placing her on the table Patrick slid her underwear on for the sake of keeping her clothed when Feht appeared, something telling him that that was a good idea. As Patrick looked around in the basement he quickly found Kevala's paranoia quite useful, finding restraints which he used to restrain Kazumi's arms, legs and head, so it couldn't turn but only look straight up at a spot that left the light a foot lower then her natural view.

Once he had done this he would return upstairs to dress himself, and grab the radio headset. Figuring that it would be good to have if needed the help. Also he wanted Kevala to hear this. No, not because he wanted to fully disclose anything to her, not that he was self conscious about his ability, but because he wanted to do this right. Her expertise and input could be very useful and it was a resource that Patrick didn't want to neglect. He wasn't going to take any chances. He put on the piece and keyed the mic, "Feht's about to wake up and we're going to start our first session. I'm going to turn up the recieving range to let ye listen in. I'll come to ye if I get stuck."

Patrick wasn't looking for a conversation here but he would keep the piece in long enough for her to respond if she wanted to. If not, then Patrick would do what he said making his way back downstairs and putting the mic on a table a few feet away, turning the receiver up. After that he'd pull up a chair sitting next to Kazumi and pull out Kevala's file to read the first time they tried to merge her personalities, until Feht would wake up at least...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kev heard what he said and she felt her stomach crawl, yet she said nothing. She was in her office at the gallery, the one place she could be alone while she sat and listened to all this. She didn't want to go home, yet she couldn't just go about her normal day....a glass of wine open and sitting next to her, she would stay silent, her mic cut off for now and simply letting him do what he had to do. Three blocks away from the house was an SUV with three of her security team members in it. If something went wrong or she felt her daughters life was in danger at any point she would make sure that this whole thing came to an end.....For now though she had to trust that what the boy felt for Kaz was going to be enough to get her through it. Her hand reaching out, she took up her glass of wine and leaned back....A deep breath as she tried her best to calm her nerves. This was no different than the hundreds of times she had tortured somebody, or so she kept telling herself....But this was different wasn't it.....This was her daughter.....

Experiment #1

Subject: A-174-- Kevala Katashi
Time: 11:32 P.M
Toxin: F16-75LX

Subject exhibits symptoms of being in her more volatile state. Hair has turned from what we have determined to be her natural color of brown, to a very light blond color. Eyes are now red indicating an increase in both rage and hunger for blood. The blood hunger we have determined to be a genetic defect that runs within the Katashi blood line, though we have yet to determine what allows Subject A-174 to change her hair and eye color upon changes in mood. It should be noted that Subject A-174 now refers to herself by the name "Sasha" and shows an extreme disregard for her own health and well being. In fact several suicide attempts have been recorded as a result of this personality, therefore it has been determined that "Sasha" poses a thread to Subject A-174 and must be eliminated. This is the first in a series of tests to try and erase this being from Subject A-174's mind.

We will be using Toxin F16-75LX in an attempt to drive this being from the subjects mind. Its affects have only been tested upon one other human in which case it inflicted extreme amounts of pain and exhibited truth serum like qualities. As a precautionary measure we have a defibrillator standing by as well as several shots of epinephrine to ensure that subject does not go into cardiac arrest. Though previous experiments upon Subject A-174 have shown an incredibly high tolerance for pain. It is for this reason that we will be doubling the dose to 7 cc to see if we gain the desired effect.

Those black eyes would shoot open. A little growl escaping her as she found a light shining right in her face. Her mind raced, as it always did when she first woke up, images and words, thoughts and memories flooding her mind and making it hard to think. She tried to turn her head, but found instantly that she could not do so. Then, when she tried to move her arms and legs, they too seemed to be strapped down.

Instantly she would growl, her back arching up off of the table that she was on as she let out a rather unhappy little scream. The last thing she remembered was that boy, the one who had said he was Kazumi's boyfriend, and then she had been locked away. Roughly she jerked at her restraints, the sheer force of it sending pain through her wrists and ankles as she tried to free herself.

She didn't know what was going on. She was confused and she was quickly learning what anger was about. Though she didn't realize it just yet. Crimson began to circle the edges of her black eyes....a little growl given as she would issue another hard, rough jerk to the restraints. She wanted out of here so she could kill whoever it was that put her here. Master would never have tied her down like this. No. He only did that to her other half. To Kazumi. He always let his Feht free to bounce and play. Whoever had done this was mean and they needed to be punished, they were cheating....and Feht hated cheaters.

OOC: Toxin that Kevala gave in her briefcase is Toxin F16-75LX as well as a sedative to help Kaz sleep. All other types of general medications such as epinephrine and such will be located in the medical cabinets in the basement.

[Legion]

Patrick read through the file, mind noting the familiarities with what he had heard and seen already. Sasha, though he noted that the hair color was blond, and not brown. That was interesting. He knew about the eye thing from her and Kazumi but not the hair. He also noted the fact that it was the same toxin that he had been given that was used on her. Though he wasn't exactly given the amounts that were used. Also it was concerning that the actual scientists were worried about cardiac arrest, making this page ultimately useless to him... For now.

Patrick's attention would turn to Feht as she awoke only three feet to his side, the growl tipping him off. He watched briefly and amused at her struggle, knowing that she wouldn't be getting out of those restraints. Patrick would watch as she screamed, growled and struggled some more, never once announcing his presence or letting her know he was there. Instead he opted to read experiment two, letting the page turn loud enough for Feht to hear the flutter of paper, but keeping his identity a secret still.

He wanted to read experiment two figuring he'd get a better idea of how much of the toxin to use, and more importantly, did it work on Kevala. Sure, his attention was mainly focused on the file but that was the point. Feht, from what he understood demanded attention, always needed to be moving. It would do her good to be lacking of both of those things, leading up to this...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

For the most part, Feht would continue just that. Her growls and screams to try and draw attention, her constant jerking at the restraints to try and be free. She would hurt herself more and more but ultimately she wasn't going anywhere. Yet she did not know well enough to stop and save her strength. Being the healthier of the two personalities, both mentally and physically (as strange as that may have been) she had a surplus of energy. However, that did not mean she couldn't wear herself out. It would just take awhile.

The distinct sound of paper flipping would only prove to irritate her more, making her scream out that much louder now as she jerked hard enough to feel the flesh on her wrist burning from the restraints constant rubbing. She wouldn't talk, only because she didn't know who was there to be talking to, so for now, she would continue what she was doing.

Kev would sit there and hear the sounds of the girl as she struggled. She wanted so badly to go to her, to help her. She wanted to fix this, but she couldn't. Instead she would take another drink and would lean back in her chair. She knew well what was in those pages, hearing them flipping just as Feht heard them....though Kev knew that he would find nothing until he took note of the page that had been highlighted. Yes, Kev had read through the experiments that had been conducted on her, and had found the one that had proven to do the most good.....or harm, depending on how you looked at it.

If he paid attention, there would be a slight folding in the pages, as if one of them were bent to mark its place...If her turned to it, he would then find the first experiment that had started to show signs of working...his best option on where to start.

Experiment #15
Subject: A-174 --Kevala Katashi
Toxin F16-75LX ( Dosage of 13 CCs every 20 minutes)
Toxin LX-V3T (Initial Dosage of 12 CCs prior to F16-75LX, booster dosages of 3 CCs every two hours )
Toxin FG873-2 ( Dosage of 24 CCs upon completion of test to neutralize effects of F16-75LX )

All previous experiments have shown the subject to have an amazing tolerance for pain. It is now apparent that during her creation modifications were made to her DNA structure. It is because of this that we have been forced to take more drastic measures.

After many failed experiments, we have finally come up with a mix of chemicals that prove to inflict enough pain upon the subject that allows for a significant decrease in brainwave activity when in her altered state, as well as reduction in volatile behavior. Yesterday's tests proved to briefly override the personality that calls itself Sasha, and allow for the original A-174 to resurface. Though this has happened several times within the experiment, it is believed that this time was not voluntary and that the personality Sasha was actually weakened enough to allow for Subject A-174 to break free. Of course, this was only after four hours of testing. Therefore we will be repeating the same test today, only we will expand the time frame to six hours to gauge what kind of result we get.

It should also be noted that Subject A-174 exhibits signs of terror and panic whenever she resurfaces as well as confusion and disorientation.

A note written on the side in the doctors handwriting would read: Nurse Marks tried today to comfort the subject when she came out of her volatile state. Subject seemed to react to this. When Nurse Marks was pulled away, subject seemed to become more terrified and began to cry, making it apparent that she feels the need for comfort when she resurfaces. I have taken the measures to see that Nurse Marks is relieved of her position. We cannot allow for this subject to be given any form of affection at risk of ruining its original design.

[Legion]

Patrick read and experiment or two after the first one, finding nothing really helpful so far. He ignored Feht's screaming and growling, though there was a mental grin. Making Feht suffer, was far easier then he thought, well at least initially. He knew he'd have to talk to her, eventually interrogate her, make her suffer on a deeper level. It was all necessary, though this was too. Setting up the environment. Making Feht sweat it out, hell tiring her out here would be another plus, because unlike Earth, Patrick was not going to give her any respite. As much as Patrick may have wanted to jump it, he had known from much previous experience that some of the most important work in any torture was before you even started talking.

His environment here was control and negligence. Feht had virtually none of the freedom she had enjoyed before, even under Earth. In this room, here, she couldn't even move. Under Earth, she had constant attention in one shape or another, at least as far as Patrick could gather, and here she had none unless Patrick choose to give it to her and that attention would be unpleasant. Affection, although warped Earth had showered her with it, here Feht would receive none. Oh, she'd see it, but only towards Kazumi, the stronger, dominant one. And even neglecting her now served it's purpose. Although she would have to have it explained to her, subconsciously the attempt was to make her think that this would never end, ever. Only would she find relief when she gave herself to Kazumi, submitted herself, crawled back to her rightful place. The only relief that Feht would ever find would be inside of Kazumi. Oh, it would take awhile, but eventually Patrick would break her. And once he did he'd put Kazumi back together.

After reading another file that was ultimately making him think this was going nowhere Patrick would look at the whole thing. It was then that he'd note that some pages were more important then others, highlighted, noted, folded. After discovering this he would read the first experiment that had any sort of noting.

Initially Patrick would frown. If this was important then why didn't he have the toxins used altogether? He would immediately remember that they kill Kevala, often. That thought had reoccurred to him repeatedly though, and having never used toxins before when he tortured he was hesitant to use them here. The note was interesting as well leading Patrick to believe that Kazumi would need the same kind of comfort, although he had seen her need before. But what of this, "original design"? Was it different from what Kevala had explained? A merging of personalities? If so that may explain why Kevala told him that he needed to comfort her after she came back. However Patrick still had to wonder, Kevala had read these, studied them, why then did she only give him this one toxin?

Patrick would flip to the next marked page in an effort to find out, giving an intentional, unidentifying sigh. Just to let Feht know that someone was there, and she was being ignored, even as she screamed and growled. At some level though Patrick was keeping a very careful eye on her. Making sure that everything progressed in a manner favorable to him, to his game as she'd say...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Perhaps she could have been more helpful, but the fact of the matter was, that Kev could not say for sure what would work on Kaz. She knew what had worked on her, but that had been a long, grueling process and in the end it had done more harm than good. Her mind thought back to the night that they had finally managed to find a dosage of chemicals that worked, the night that they had brought her back long enough to satisfy them.....She shuddered....The pain had been so intense that she had screamed for them to kill her...Begged for them to...Yet they had not, and an hour later Sasha had come back....She closed her eyes, feeling the heat of her tears burning behind her closed eyes as she gripped her wine glass a bit tighter. Her hand trembling....memories of those nights not her fondest to look back upon.

Experiment #23
Subject A-174 : Kevala Katashi
Toxin F16-75LX ( Dosage 38 CCs every 10 minutes )
Timing of Experiment: 7 hrs

We had been hopeful with previous experiments that a mixture of toxins would result in a permanent merging of personalities. However the subject has seemed to grow a tolerance to all chemicals save for F16-75LX. We are not able to explain this, though initial lab reports suggest that the subjects immune system is capable of building up antibodies toward almost every other known toxin after prolonged usage. However, there is something within F16-75LX that is preventing her body from doing so, and therefore we have been forced to limit our study to this one chemical alone. The dosage used during our last experiment was massive, and when duplicated upon Subject C-873 he was immediately put into cardiac arrest, further lending to the fact that Subject A-174 is by far the most optimal experiment created thus far.

For tonight's experiment we will be adding another 10 CCs of F16-75LX and narrowing the window between doses to ten minutes. We are hopeful that after last nights showing, this will prove to create enough pain to cause the subjects mind to fracture and will allow for the proper amount of mental suggestion to be applied in order to merge the personalities since it has become evident that we have been approaching this matter in the wrong way. Originally we had believed that a perfect blending of toxins and would result in a full merging, but it appears now that it is only possible to achieve this through a blending of pain and mental manipulation. Furthermore, we have discovered that any drug used to counteract F16-75LX only proves to ensure to the subject that some form of relief will be granted, therefore we have removed any and all counter agents from our testing and will now simply allow the chemical to wear off. As always, epinephrine injections have been prepared ahead of time, to be administered every half hour to ensure that subject does not lose consciousness or that there is no chance of cardiac arrest. This is the most promising test thus far, though I believe that it will require multiple sessions for a complete merging to take place.

She heard that sigh and would growl once more, another harsh jerk to the straps that held her in place, this time feeling just the slightest bit of the leather cutting into her wrist. She didn't care though, she was going to get free if it killed her, though it was evident that her struggling was growing weaker, if only a little bit. Had she known to feel things such as fear or sadness she perhaps would have been reacting in a different manner than she was now, but as it stood, anger was really the only other emotion next to "happiness" that she was capable of feeling.

Shivering slightly as the cool air of the room settled against her flesh, finally able to feel it since her body was tiring, she would give scream once more, attempting to draw some form of attention to herself. She didn't like this. She didn't like being left forgotten upon some table. She wasn't supposed to be treated this way...no...Every time she came out Master would let her go, he would even let her out of her room sometimes to go play with him. No, this was not of her Master's doing, and perhaps she could have figured out who if she could keep the pictures from racing through her mind over and over and over again.

OOC: If you pay close enough attention, you can see that there are enough vials of F16-75LX to carry out the above experiment, suggesting that this is your best starting point. Epinephrine is in the medical cabinet.