Lost & Broken ( Patrick )

[Legion]

Experiment 23. This one seemed promising, why? Patrick wasn't entirely sure when he flipped to it. He read the experiment carefully, intentionally slowly, one to make sure he got everything right, and two, because well Feht seemed to be getting royally pissed off. Like the temper tantrum of a two year old, thrown only to draw attention to themselves. Patrick figured that alone was doing some good, at the very least she'd be working on tiring herself out and that would be helpful when she had less strength to fight back, because a little appreciated fact was that physical strength and mental strength were often linked closer then people would have liked.

Regardless, Patrick kept his slow slog of a pace through the experiment. As he made it to the end he felt the desire to check the case of the toxins that he had been given. Once again, he was dragging his feet, in no rush to get it down asap, being careful to make sure that Feht couldn't see him. Upon examining the toxins he got an odd feeling. There was something up with this. Patrick's brows furrowing in thought for a moment. When it hit him he moved fast to check the file. Checking the file again he double checked the amount of toxins.

Sneaky Bitch. She had to have known. It was the exact amount, and well, Patrick didn't believe in coincidences. This had to have been a message to him all along. A grin formed on Patrick's face as it was back to business, knowing what he'd do now, but rereading the experiment slowly to make sure. He was about to inject Kazumi's body with a lot of toxins so he was going to make damn sure that he got everything perfect. So now he was really in no hurry as he read and reread. Thinking about Kevala's size and Kazumi's. They were about the same size. So theoretically this should be the right amount, especially considering they were mother and daughter. However everybody was different wasn't it?

When Patrick had confirmed that this was what he was going to do he knew he had one last item to find. Slowly walking to the medical cabinet he open the door to look for epinephrine. When he did find it he grinned taking it out of the cabinet and walking over to where he had the toxins, remember to stay out of sight. Stressing slowly he would prepare the experiment, double checking everything making sure everything was ready to go so that it was an easy transition from injection to injection and so he even had a stopwatch set.

All set and ready to go Patrick would look over to Feht, to see what was going on. Waiting for the right moment to reintroduce himself because timing was everything here...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kevala sat there. Sneaky bitch? Didn't even begin to define her if you were to stop and think about it. Listening carefully, she heard the slightest changes in the way that the pages were being flipped. They had slowed, and if fact, it sounded as though they had stopped all together. Another sip of her wine taken as she drew in a deep breath. He must have come across the page that started it all. Inwardly she felt her stomach turn and had to fight from saying anything and from stopping this before it even got started. She was stronger than this, and though she might have been a careless bitch most of her life....well that didn't mean she was completely heartless. Just because she had been denied affection at every turn did not mean she was incapable of delivering it.....Her children being her first real attempt at such.

Now...well now there was nothing to do but sit back and wait for it to start. It was going to be a long night.....that much was for sure.

Feht screamed again. A two year old throwing a fit for sure. She couldn't stand being strapped down, and having never suffered through such a thing before, it was an entirely new experience for her. Jerking harder still at the straps that held her down, she felt the leather cutting into her flesh, yet that single hard jerk had seemed to wear her out more than any of before it.

Yelping just slightly, a sound of both discomfort and anger, she would try again to shift her body, though her movements were growing weaker and less violent as she was slowly starting to wear herself out. She couldn't cease moving all together...if she did, the images in her head would be so consuming that she would become a danger to not only anything around her but herself.

There was a reason that Earth had ensured that she stay active...Even she knew that. But then, Feht knew a lot more than what one would think her to know...The problem was, that her mind was racing so fast, all the time, that she couldn't focus long enough to remember any of the things Earth had taught her, or told her.....Most of it done upon instinct more than anything.

Finally, her body would fall still upon the table, though her hands would continue to jerk weakly at the restraints, every now and then her feet doing the same. She could feel the pain of the leather having burned and cut into her wrists and ankles, though it didn't even register on her mind as bad....but then...she had been taught that pain was good....Or at least, all the pain she had ever felt. Which, yeah.....when compared to what was in store for her...was nothing. Though even if you had told her that, she wouldn't have believed you at this moment.

"Who's there?!" Finally settling down enough to find her voice and speak to try and gain attention from whoever it was in the room with her. "You let me go! This is against the rules! This is cheating!" Exactly. This was against the rules of the game and for that she was very angry. Nobody had informed her the rules had change, and of course....she assumed that everything was her game....so yeah...All she could think was that whoever this was, was going to pay for cheating. Because cheaters never prosper.

[Legion]

And that was it, what he had been looking for. Something other then growling and screaming. The plea to the person that she knew was there the whole time. Something a little more then just random growling and screaming. Something that Patrick could actually respond to in a manner that showed his dominance over her, or at least showed that he had the upper hand here. That was important in its own right, especially considering the fact that Patrick needed to show her that she was weaker and that merging into Kazumi would be her only refuge, that nothing short of getting rid of herself would save her.

"I thought I told ye," Patrick would say wearing a wicked grin, needle in hand but below her eyesight as he walked into hers, his voice nothing short of malicious intent. Sure he was putting on the voice for show, but he could damn well do it right after doing it for all those years, "The strong make the rules and can change the rules. Yer rules mean nothing to me, to us."

Patrick paused for a moment, to let that sink into her. The situation, the words, his appearance as her tormentor. As previously stated timing was everything. He had to do things at the proper pace in order to achieve the proper effect. Part of it had to do with her considering the situation she was in. If she just had a whole bunch of pain and yelling thrown at her she wouldn't feel the full force of everything, it wouldn't be nearly as damaging or painful, meaning the merging of her personality with Kazumi's was less likely to happen in all the chaos.

"Now, tell me," Patrick said in a tone that suggested very clearly that nothing was not the correct answer, "How did yer master teach ye how to make Kazumi die?"

He figured that he might as well start some where else, mimicking what she had told him when the first met, in order to learn more about his adversary and her methods...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She stopped her struggling for just a moment, altogether, when she heard a voice from nearby answer her. She tried to focus on it, to remember it and it wasn't that hard...especially given the fact that it was the last voice she had heard before she had been forced away the last time she was out to play.

Those black eyes looking around, she would growl at what he said, yet her mind quickly tried to make sense of it. He was trying to tell her that she wasn't strong, she knew that much...but at the same time, it just didn't make sense. She was strong. She was always going to be strong. Master had told her as much. Master had told her how to become stronger and she had done everything right. Therefore, this one had to be lying.

He just had to be.

And yet as he continued to draw closer, the sound of his footsteps telling her as much, she couldn't help but question if this was true. She was not able to move. She was not able to fight back. Yet...the only way that he could prove his strength was by tying her down before she came out. So therefore...that had to mean something right? But then he asked a question and though she knew the answer, she wasn't about to tell him. One, because she was too angry with him and would not be playing by his rules....besides, Master had said she was never allowed to say those things.....But the other reason was simple...she couldn't keep her mind focused long enough to stay on the answer for very long before it moved onto another image....Her memory working in a very odd way...full of pictures and words associated with said pictures...but no actual memory other than a few brief moments with Master here and there.

"Master said it is against the rules to tell anything he taught me! Plus I won't tell you because you cheat! You call me weak but yet you have to tie me down while I am gone away!" She would growl once more, her lower lip jutting out slightly as she pouted. The struggling starting up once more, however weak it might have been.

"Let me go! I can't be here! I want to go play!" She sounded very much like the child she was mentally. She could have very well been made into a functioning teenager just as Kazumi was, if she had been taught right...But Earth had never wanted her to be that smart or that independent. No....there was a reason he had left her as she was....and she didn't understand that...but perhaps one day somebody would.

[Legion]

Well, he hadn't figured that she'd just answer his question on command, but it was one of those formalities really. At least Earth taught her to keep her mouth shut. Well, that was unfortunate but really, the man had been no fool. Although he thought it was funny that she thought he was a cheater, earning her a grin and a raise of the eyebrows. Because Patrick knew the truth, even if she failed to realize it, they were playing under his rules now, and admittedly they were few.

"I Cheat?" Patrick asked idly amusement in his voice, "According to whose rules?"

He was damn well aware whose rules they were, but he was making a point, making subtle, or perhaps not so subtle suggestions at this point, "Because it would appear that I'm the one making the rules now."

When she made her implication that he was the weak one, and that she was strong, simply because Patrick tied her down, that made Patrick laugh. Diminutively, at the absurdity of it. After a good long laugh, that Patrick was finding he didn't really have to fake all to much Patrick would say with a chuckle in his voice, looking down at her, "Ye think that I'm the weak one? That yer the strong one because I tied ye down?"

Patrick laughed again sneering at Feht, "If yer so strong, why'd ye have to go away? Why couldn't ye stay? Why couldn't ye prevent me from doing this to ye? Don't think yer stronger then me because I chose to tie ye down. It just happens to be more convenient to me. Also it is amusing to see ye struggle, too weak to overcome yer present situation, to ever really get away. If ye were strong, mere words alone wouldn't have been able to allow Kazumi to regain control. Ye're weak, and she is stronger, she always will be. And I'm going to make ye see that."

An ominous and sadistic tone in his voice as he uttered that last sentence.

Patrick's tone was insulting every time he spoke to her, but when he spoke of Kazumi, there was more in there. There was caring, every time he mentioned her name, her attributes. There was nothing but derision to Feht on the other hand, laughing at her like a naive and stupid child when he opened his voice. Had the situation had not been dire, Patrick may have been disturbed at how easy it was to slip back into this. But as it stood, falling back into the mindset he needed to effectively torture and control a victim's mind set came easy to him.

She demanded that he let her go, that he let her play. That she wanted to play. Patrick laughed at her scornfully, maliciously, before leaning down, getting his face right down next to hers. Just in her peripheral vision, close enough that she could feel his breath on her as he spoke just above a whisper, in a tone that was nothing short of sadistic, with a fitting grin on his face that she'd just barely be able to see, "Oh, we're going to play. Don't worry. But we're going to play my game, by my rules."

And with that Patrick would inject her in the arm with the first dose of toxins starting the fun and getting this show on the road...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kevala sat forward in her seat just a bit, listening to this other voice this other person. It had hints and undertones just like the voice of her daughter, but it was different...almost completely. It was childish, naive, juvenile and yet there was that hint of something else...something that sent a chill down your spine and made you want to take a step back. Even Kevala shuddered as she heard that voice, something disturbing in the words and the way that, even under duress, it had a hint of happiness, a hint of.....giggling?

She tried to stay mad, she really did. But her mind wandered and the words that he said brought about a little giggle from her lips. It was funny really, that he thought he could beat her. He thought he had the upper hand here, he thought that he was going to win this game, and it was so cute!

Nobody was going to win, nobody was going to break Feht and push her away forever. Not when Master had taught her so well how to kill the other one, to get rid of her, to weaken and break her down until there was nothing left to fight back.

He kept talking but Feht would just giggle slightly and try her best to shake her head to indicate that she thought he was wrong. Tongue glancing across her lips, she would jerk her hand and feet against the restraints as she tried her best to get free. If she was allowed to regain her strength and go at the straps again, she would have broken free. Hence why she had calmed down so much. She had exhausted herself, and she knew that with exhaustion she would not find escape. But if she rested, if she waited......

However there wasn't going to be time to rest and regain her strength. No matter how much she believed their would be. "I will be stronger, you just don't know it yet. When I am stronger, I won't have to play by these stupid rules anymore. I wont have to worry about these rules in my head. Then I can play with all the ones that she wont let me...Then I can kill them all." Yes, that stupid list. The one in her head that she knew was there from her other half. She would get rid of it one day and she would kill every single person on it.

Then he spoke of playing his game, and she would narrow those black eyes on him, a growl once more escaping her. "No! I play my game and nobody else's! She jerked at the restraints as he drew closer. Not out of fear but anger, since fear was something she just didn't know how to feel or how to express.

Then came a stinging sensation in her arm, not a whole lot of pain in the gran scale of things...yet she pouted, mostly because she didn't know what it had been. "What was...." Her words cut off as a sharp, sharp pain started around the sight of the original injection....Sharp enough that she flinched and tried to jerk that arm away from his direction..wanting to rub it, wanting to see what was wrong...but it didn't stop there. No, the pain just spread outward...Down her arm to her fingers, causing them to curl up as she gave a slight hiss of pain....then up to her shoulder...her chest...neck...head....

It wasn't long before the pain had spread evenly through every inch of her body, pain that she actually felt.....But no, she wasn't supposed to feel pain...pain equaled pleasure, or so Master had said. But this, this hurt really, really bad. Her body started to tremble, breathing labored and heavy...her heart racing wildly within her chest. She let out a rather sharp scream as her body jerked against the restraints once more, though this time not in an attempt to free herself, but more as a reaction to the pain. It wouldn't stop...it just stayed constant, burning...fire in her veins. "No, no, no! Make it stop!" Screaming out her words as she gasped for breath and collapsed back upon the table, those black eyes watering, hot tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes. Her mind racing as she fell still, aside from a constant shifting of her hand to keep busy....her mind working to try and adjust and adapt to the pain like Master had taught her. If she could just get used to it...she could make it stop....Yet the tears continued...She had to think...She had to think of what to do.

[Legion]

Patrick would grin as she giggled and gave her whole "i'm going to be stronger" deal. It was amusing, especially considering that she was strapped to a table at the moment. Apparently she still held the hope that she'd be leaving her. That at some point she'd be walking away. Something that wasn't going to happen, not as Feht anyway. And if she did find herself free and not strapped to this table, Patrick would be there, his demon to constantly torment her. No, she'd never get a moment's respite and that was the point. The only rest she'd ever get, was when she was under Kazumi's control, with her at the helm.

As she growled Patrick would drop down next to her face again, her comment on not playing anyone's game but his bidding him to say in an amused but sadistic voice, "Don't look like yer strong enough to keep from playing whether ye like it or not."

As he gave her the injection she looked confused, not surprising seeing as how she couldn't see it. But Patrick watched silently and intently waiting for the toxin to work its magic. And it did slowly but surely he watched as it seemed to spread from her arm all across her body. It first it seemed like it didn't hurt too much but as it spread the pain seemed to grow. As the pain started to effect her, it would seem that all the bite came out of her. The pain taking precedence over her efforts to try and tell him how strong she was and how she was going to kill everyone that she wasn't supposed to. All her active resistance in that regard seemed to end as she screamed out in pain proving to Patrick that the toxin seemed to do its job quite well. As she begged Patrick to make it stop he'd speak, though he wouldn't respond to her begging to make the pain end.

"Now I'll ask again," Patrick said making this the implication that this whole thing was an if/then scenario, "How did Earth teach you to make Kazumi die?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Feht would do her best to try and escape the ties that held her down. To this one, tears didn't make sense, in fact she wasn't entirely sure what they were, only that something hot was stinging her eyes and escaping down the sides of her face. Yet it was nothing in comparison to the feel of pain that coursed through her entire body. Another scream erupted from her as she arched herself off the table, his words heard, due to the closeness of his face to her own.

"N...No! M..Master said I can't te...tell!" She had to grit the words out through her teeth as she struggled to catch her breath and tried desperately to make her mind work to adjust to the pain. Yet it was hard because she could not reason it. It just didn't make sense. This was not what Master had taught her, this was not how he said it worked. Whimpering rather loudly, she would bite down her lower lip to the point that her teeth cut down into her flesh blood running down her chin in a small but steady little stream.

Again his question would replay in her mind...somehow making its way back around on her endless loop of images and thoughts. She shook her head as best she could, a whimper once more erupting from her as her fists clenched and her feet jerked against the restraints that held them in place. "I want my Master!" A slight desperation heard in her tone as she tried her jerk her hands free, the leather cutting deeper into her flesh.

Yes, Master would make it better. Master would make it stop or explain to her why it hurt....why it wasn't feeling good like he had taught her. "This .....This isn't li..like Master taught me! This isn't right!" She coughed as the sudden pressure on her lungs became apparent, the pain weighing her down.....yet she still had more than enough energy to fight against it. At least for now.....If it got to bed, well she would just sleep...Sleep would be hard, but it would be easy if she disappeared into her "room" and rested....Then she could come back...she could stand up against this....She could fight it. She just had to stay strong and remember everything she was taught....

Once more his question made its way back around in her mind and this time the suggestion in his tone was caught and she would start to make the connections in her mind. "M..Master says....that she is weak...that I have to ...to kill her...make her go away and make her never want to come back again...ever.." Kind of getting the hint on what he wanted, though trying her best to word her way around it...cause yeah...Master had said not to tell....But then Master had not told her about this kind of pain. [/i]

[Legion]

Patrick watched, unmoved by the scene folding out in front of him. As she screamed and attempted to writhe in pain on the table Patrick thought about his next move. How to twist this, mold this to his own designs, to his own goals. While this may have been Kazumi's body this was not Kazumi. This was an interloper, a threat to her existence, and Patrick would ruthlessly eliminate this threat.

When she told him she wouldn't tell him, because "Master" told her she couldn't Patrick would coldly hold up the new needle to see, full of that painful toxin. The shots were suppose to happen after every ten minutes, so her next one was coming up. She didn't know that though, so Patrick held it over her, taunting her with it, but not saying a word. When she cried for earth all she'd get in response was a cold, "Yer master's not coming to save ye, the only thing that will is for ye to do exactly what I want."

"Master" wasn't coming for her ever, but he wasn't going to tell her that, not yet anyways. No, he wasn't going to tell her that Earth was dead until he was sure that it would have a positive effect on her. And by positive Patrick meant positive for him, and Kazumi, not for Feht. Feht's next comment though made Patrick curious though, "Oh? What did master teach ye?"

Patrick watched her fight, watched her continue to struggle. Checking his watch he noted that it was almost time for the second shot in this long chain of them. She continued to suffer and struggle for a little while longer until she would finally try and answer him. Although Patrick found the answer to be unacceptable. It was clear that she was trying to dodge the question, but answering another question that was ultimately worthless to him. One that he already knew.

Patrick would tower over her with a frown saying, "That's not the question I asked ye."

With that it was time, and Patrick stuck another needle in her arm, injecting that toxin. Although the timing of the shot was meant to punish her for not answering the question, capitalizing on the fact that now was time for the next shot anyway. Patrick noted that next time he had to give her epinephrine...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was slowly starting to adjust to what was happening to her, or so she thought. As her body started to take in the toxin, adjust to it and started to try and fight back against it the pain began to subside. Right now, her breathing was a bit easier....Her heart even managing to slow down...Sure it still raced but it was a little slower than it had been.

Then he spoke and she opened her eyes to see that needle looming over her. A shot? That was what this was he was doing to her....drugs...like Master used on the other half of her....Only these were different, these hurt. Quickly she shook her head...this wasn't right, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. "No! Ma..Master uses those on her not me!!" She yelped slightly as she tried to jerk away from him, watching him move out of her line of sight and at least smart enough to figure out what was coming next.

Then he reminded her of the question again. The one he wanted an answer to, and another shot was given to her arm. She screamed, she tried her jerk away only proving to embed the leather strap into her wrists all the more as she tried to think. This time the pain didn't spread through her, instead it just rose up from every part of her that had started to adjust to it, simply intensifying it and making it hurt all over again and ten times worse.....She felt more tears pouring down her face now, breathing struggled and labored...her heart pounding so hard within her chest it hurt.

Visibly she paled and she felt her stomach turn. Harshly her body jerked against the pain and the restraints as she lost all sense of thought for a moment, the pictures becoming fuzzy in her mind and the rules blurring. "M..Master...." She barely managed to get the word out...barely managed to find her voice.

"Master....says...he says I have to ...to make her w..weak..." She yelped once more and struggled to breath, everything starting to blank out as she bit down on her lower lip once more and tried her best to focus on her words...."Make her se...see the pictures....the bad pictures.....Hide...Hide things....Break her.." Her small form collapsed onto the table and all the struggling ceased.

She had to rest. She just...she had to let the darkness come and go to sleep...that would make it better.....Though in reality it was just her mind telling her that she couldn't take it without rest....Trying to sleep was all she had left...those dark eyes fluttering closed as she swallowed down the saliva building up in her mouth....her chest hurting...and her breathing still labored but weaker....

[Legion]

Patrick watched, her breath calming, was that her getting used to the toxin? It made Patrick wonder as he watching her through cold eyes if this was the reason he would be giving her more of the toxin every ten minutes. While it was clear in her face that she was still very much in pain it seemed less so. Or perhaps it was her body shutting down? Which would also make sense seeing as in... two more injections he would give her the epinephrine at the thirty minute mark. Though she seemed as if she was fading already, curious. Not being a medical expert Patrick wasn't going to change up the schedule though.

As she cried out for him to not use the needle on her, citing Earth's methods apparently Patrick only had a malicious chuckle and sneer for her, "I thought I told ye, we're playing my game, by my rules."

Once again referencing back to these supposed rules, implying that because they were playing by Patrick's rules, that he was the stronger one and she was the weaker. Though Patrick didn't want to lay one the heavy duty mental torture just yet, he had a feeling that he was getting somewhere with his questioning her. Every question she answered was another piece of intel to use against her eventually, arming Kazumi to fight her.

With his second shot the pain started all over, leading him to believe that his answer was probably a combination of the two answers he had proposed. Though this time the pain she was experiencing was a little different in its presentation, as if it didn't need any time to warm up, as if it were more immediate. Though he did note that it appeared to be stronger, more intense, though he couldn't pinpoint why, he had a few guesses, but nothing more then muses. As she uttered out her words for earth as if he would come save her to which he laughed, "Faux Earth isn't coming to save you."

When she began to answer his question though he listened intently. While Patrick knew a bit about how Feht made Kazumi weak he didn't know all of the details, the ones that would be important for him to know, to turn against her. When she mentioned the pictures his ears perked up. He knew briefly about them, but this was interesting. Much to his original suspicions Patrick realized that Kazumi was being shown the bad images, not that it was too hard to figure out. So if she showed Feht the good images? Would the effects be similar on feht? Patrick asked once again more of a command, "How do you show her the bad pictures?"

As she collapsed on the table Patrick looked on coldly, grabbing her neck, not gently but not roughly either, no he was only checking her pulse. Feeling her pulse weaken, though he had to wonder if that was only because of it getting near to time to for the next shot? Patrick's hand went to the side of Feht's head as his thumb pulled back her eyelid as he said coldly with a slight cackle, "Don't sleep, we're not done playing yet. I thought ye liked games didn't ye?"

And with that Patrick pushed the next shot of toxin in, it being that time again, one more to go then the epinephrine...

OOC: yea imma just go one shot a post cuz even then if the whole time was rped out it'd be ridiculous =P

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Already she could feel him touching her, making her wake up. Her body still had a bit left in it, but she was trying her best to force sleep so that she could recover. Yet as his hands touched her eyes, forcing them open and those words came forth she found it near impossible to sleep. A slight hiss given as she attempted to jerk away from him, the question making her growl as she bit down on her lower lip in some attempt of refusal in answering.

Yet then came another prick to her arm and the pain flared up once more, making her scream that much louder now as she felt as though her body were quite literally on fire. "M..Master says pain is supposed to...to feel good...Why does this hurt?! N..No pleasure...w..without pain....N..No pain wi..without pleasure!" She tried wracking her brain for the answer but it didn't come and instead of focusing on his question she was lost on her own, trying to figure out what this was and why it hurt so bad.

She jerked against the restraints, blood now seeping down her wrists and ankles onto the table which she laid upon, though she didn't feel the pain from this because the overall pain she was experiencing made it impossible. Yet again his question made its way back around in her mind and she shook her head. Tears streaming down her face as her breathing grew more heavy and more labored....she was having trouble breathing now, her chest was killing her from the force with which her heart was beating...muscles trembling with the pain that had nowhere to go and was not being absorbed in like all the other times.

"I..I d..don't know....He made me si...sit and ma..made me think real...really hard....Told me....i..if I tried hard enough...I could make certain things go aw...away and show other things.....H...He told me I have to show her the bad p..pictures....Show her the...the pictures he ma..made me look at over and over.." She cried out as soon as her broken and breathless words were done....Struggling to make it stop, struggling to understand...But then, she would growl and do the only thing she could think to do......She hid.

It was a sudden awareness, not like all the other times when she came out of one of her blackouts. No, this one was a jolt into the real world and with it came so much pain that instantly she found herself screaming and trying to move. But for some reason she couldn't.

It didn't take her long to figure out that she was tied down, having been in this situation so many times over those three months that she had been with Earth. Tears flowed heavily from those amethyst eyes as she began to tremble more heavily than she had been before. Every part of her on fire and blood seeping from her wrists and ankles, a bit dribbling down her chin.

Her first thought? That she was back with Earth and instantly fear gripped her. "N..No please...Please....Make it stop!" That thick Italian accent echoing from her lips even though the words were broken and shaky. It wasn't hard to tell that it wasn't the same voice that had been spoken just moments before. "Pl...Please.....I..It hu..hurts..." She didn't understand how she was back here, the room looking different than she had remembered too.....Also, the pain..it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Had he decided to kill her finally? Had she been such a failure that he had decided to destroy her completely? Her mind not fully grasping everything that had gone on before this....too lost in the here and now to think about the fact that there was another part of her which might be to blame for all of this.

[Legion]

Now that was interesting. No pleasure without pain huh? Interesting, but the puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place. It would explain the vast amounts of cuts and bruises Kazumi said she acquired every time she had blacked out. Someone as dangerous as Feht? There should be no reason that she was covered with cuts and bruises, at least not that many, after doing what she was.

"What this pain isn't pleasurable?" Patrick taunted evilly, no, even though he had been nothing but sweet with Kazumi, only hinting at a darker side, he was far from a saint, even a decent person. And even though that wasn't the person that he wanted to be anymore, he was never more then a step from going back it would seem, especially if the situation demand it, "I like it, does that count as yer pleasure?"

Patrick wasn't a complete sadist, much to the appearance he was attempting to show her. Nor would he lose an ounce of sleep over this, figuratively of course, seeing as he didn't sleep as it was. No, Patrick didn't particularly enjoy this, nor was he going to be running outside to puke after this was over either. If anything, he would have held a stone cold face, if the situation permitted. But Feht, being a naive looking personality seemed like emotion would be far more effective tool then the stone cold killer. If anything Patrick was a slave to results.

Patrick watched her struggle on again, clearly in pain, no emotion crossing his face. Interest, however, that was what his face showed. Now that was interesting. The how to on that was muddled, but that could just be because it was his view, an outsider. However, it seemed like useful information. Perhaps Kazumi would be able to make better use of it. Perhaps her experience with having phee would help her in that regard. But Patrick didn't have time to deal with that as there seemed to be an immediate shift.

The black eyes were gone. There was trembling but it seemed different from Feht's, as if there was fear in the pain. Tears streaming down from the eyes. Patrick knew instantly that this was Kazumi and so his hand gripped hers as he let his presence be known and seen, looking down at her. He spoke in a voice that was completely different from the tone he had been using previously. Every note of maliciousness was gone, replaced by love, caring and comfort, "It's me Kazumi, yer safe. It's okay, I'm here love."

She begged for the pain to stop, her accent returning. Patrick looked down at her, pain evident in his face, that he had to do this, "We have to do this Kazumi. We have to stop Feht. And we are, yer doing great love. Feht is trying to hide. That's a sign that yer doing great."

Patrick held her hand tightly to let her know that he was there with her, every step of the way. Before speaking up again, "I need ye to push Feht back out. Just concentrate really hard on it, on pushing her back out or trying to hide behind her. And I need ye to try and focus on the good pictures that Earth showed ye. They'll hurt Feht and weaken her."

Patrick said all this, fully confident that she could do it, though that didn't mean that there wasn't worry in his voice. Patrick didn't want to have to do what he was about to. But it was for her. As he picked out the needle of epinephrine Patrick said reassuringly, "Yer doing great Kazumi, yer making progress. Ye just have to trust me, that even though it hurts ye doing well."

Patrick would give her the needle of epinephrine and immediately following it up with the toxin, "I love ye Kazumi."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt a hand grip her own, and had it not been for the pain she might had actually recognized the feel of his hand on her own, but as it were she flinched and her hand, at first, tried to jerk away....But when his face came into view, she felt an immediate sense of calm wash over her. Granted, the confusion only worsened as she looked up at him, hearing his words and trying to make sense of them.

"I..I..I don't un..understand..." Barely able to get the words out as the pain rolled over her in steady waves, though somehow she was managing to fight it back better than her other half was...drawing in deep breaths to try and calm herself, even though she felt a darkness starting to creep over her mind. Wh..Why was he doing this to her? Wh..What was he doing?

The questions running circles in her mind even as he continued to explain that she was doing good....She tried to shake her head, but she couldn't, if anything she could barely move at all, her little body falling completely motionless upon that table as she gripped his hand as tightly as her body would allow for, swallowing back the pain that hit her again, and yet not writhing and not letting out a scream....the only sound she made was a weak, broken little whimper...Though it was heartbreaking in and of itself..."P..Please baby...please m..make it stop..." The tears flowing harder down her face now as she looked at him.

She knew what he wanted her to do, she just didn't know how. She knew the pictures...the happy pictures of students, the peaceful, calm pictures...the ones she barely had time to focus on due to the others that flooded her mind on a regular basis. Again he told her she was doing good, and then...something pricked her arm. Even through the pain she could decipher what it was, a shot...like what Earth had done to her.

She cried out, feeling a rush shoot through her body as her heart started to quicken and her breathing intensified. She had been so close to passing out, the darkness lingering just on the verge of taking hold...and now it was gone. More confusion crossed her gaze, though when the next shot came, the pain she had been feeling before only seemed to increase ten times what it had been.

This time......she did scream. She tried not to, but it escaped her before she could even bother to stop it. Her body arching off the table for a moment before collapsing back upon it, motionless once more. "B..Baby p...please...." She pleaded with him, she begged...yet she knew, or at least was starting to know, what was happening. He was trying to help her.......but it hurt so so much. "Just...please don't hurt me anymore....jus...just please make it stop....It hurts so...so bad..." She closed her eyes as she bit back another scream, the pain so intense that her hand that held to his now gripped it as tightly as she could, not knowing how much strength she was exerting into that grip. "I...I can't do this...I...don't k...know how..." She coughed the words out....more tears flooding her eyes as she looked at him...."Please baby...I...I'm not strong enough..." Yet she was managing to get her breathing under control....her heart not so much as it was racing wildly within her chest.....still.....she closed her eyes and tried to focus, tried to do what he was asking of her....another wave of pain making her tense up as she gave another heart wrenching little whimper and would arch up off the table and then collapse back down upon it....Those eyes held shut rather tightly as she struggled to find the areas in her mind that gave her the power to do what he wanted....

She trusted him......even when she had every reason not to at this point....she still trusted him. But then, when she had told him she loved him, she hadn't been lying...and with Kaz, love meant something more than what it did to other people. So yeah....though she had no reason to trust him right at this moment...she still did...with all her heart...."I...I will...t...t...try." Her words fading as she tried to lose herself within the fog that the pain created in her mind....her grip never letting up on his hand.....

Finally.....she found it...that one thing that could let her hide away in the darkness....that spot in her mind that deviated from a normal person's brain....Those eyes opening, she looked up at him...in her gaze, despite the fear and the pain she currently felt, was a sure and certain look of both trust and love..."I l..love you..." And then her eyes would close and with every bit of strength she could manage, she would force that other half of herself back out into the world.....

She screamed, the pain hitting her like a brick wall...It shocked her really...She had hidden, this shouldn't have been happening...and yet here it was. Tears continued to stream from her eyes as they opened, blackness once again filling her gaze. She trembled, her body writing upon the table as she tried to form a clear thought, tried to figure out how she had ended up back here.

Most of all, she was trying to figure out why the other half of her had been feeling some kind of good....positive emotion. She didn't understand why that half got the feeling that she herself got with her Master....Why did she get it and yet Feht did not? It didn't make sense. She wanted to feel that way, she wanted to feel happy and feel her Master's affection. Yet when she looked up at the ceiling.....she felt none of it.....knowing that Master was not here, knowing that he wasn't going to make it better.....So once again she screamed.

"Make it stop! It doesn't feel good! Make it go away!" She was not really begging so much as just asking. She just wanted it to stop. She didn't understand, she was confused and suddenly there was some kind of emotion coming through she didn't know of......She had felt it from her other half...anytime she showed her the pictures of Earth and what he had done to them....But Feht herself had never felt it........Fear.

"I don't want to play anymore! I want to go home!!" Of course, home for her was that room Earth had kept them in. Home was locked away and hidden from the world...because that was all Feht had known since her creation. "Master said if she didn't go away that I had to ...to kill us.....Master said that she can't live....I have to starve her...and I have to make her remember all the times Master did things to her...He said that she thinks they are bad...he said that she is scared of it....T..The knife....She has to remember the knife.....I have to hurt her.....and...and not..let her eat that food other people eat!" Spilling out information as fast as she could, just so she could go home. Anything to just go home. "Master says if she is still here by my birthday then I have to kill us.....Its the rules! Its why I have to make her go away!!" She screamed as she jerked against the restraints and tried to pull away...tried to get off that table...unable to handle the pain. Her breathing labored and ragged now, her heart racing.

[Legion]

Patrick frowned, a huge sense of discomfort washing over him as she asked him to stop. How he wanted to, he really really wanted to. But for this to work he couldn't. And as always he would do what he had to do, regardless of the repercussions, well in this case so long as this made Kazumi better. He had made himself hated and despised before for the greater good, and if it had to be the same here, so be it. Patrick really did love Kazumi, and he would do anything for her, even if it pushed her away from him, made her hate him. Yeah, she had said that she trusted him but he wondered, especially after this. No time to think about the consequences though, just had to do.

"Yer doing great Kazumi, we're making real progress, ye can do this" Patrick said holding her hand tightly. He wanted to stop, but more importantly he wanted her to know that he was there, and he loved her. That he was only doing what was best for her. His hand came up to stroke her hair, doing anything to comfort her.

But when she screamed, begged him to stop, now that was something. It took a significant bit of Patrick's willpower to not unstrap her and let her out, stopping this. As she pleaded with him Patrick's frown deepened. He wanted to listen, truly he did but all he could do was say, "Ye are strong enough love, ye have to do this. Ye can't let Feht win."

"Thank ye," Patrick said with a weak smile when she said she'd try. That meant a lot to Patrick. Not as much as her next words would, even after every thing he'd done, but these words meant the world to him. That she'd keep fighting. He didn't want to be left alone again, but he would think that it would be ten times worse to be left alone with that thing in her body.

....

When she faded out and Feht appeared that smile on his face disappeared, immediately to that cold malicious stare so that when Feht opened her eyes, he was the first thing she saw. Patrick wanted to make sure of that. Wanted to make sure that Feht knew what was going to happen every single time that came out. That he would be there to make her suffer. That her only hope of not feeling the pain she felt now was to never come out again, ever. She screamed out in pain and Patrick looked on her with that uncaring look in his face. That one he had shown to so many people that ended up dead or worse. His time with Kazumi just now making his hate for this thing and its attempts to harm Kazumi rise.

When she asked for it to stop Patrick would lean down , getting right up in her face, breathing on her, that uncaring face right up in hers. The only thing he had to say to her was this, "It's not going to stop. It's not ever going to stop. Every time ye come back, I'll be here. I'll be here to make ye squirm and suffer. And it won't ever stop, not until ye give me what I want."

And then, after she had said that she wanted to go home, she'd start to spill her guts. Spill her guts like some punk he had broken. It would earn her a vicious little grin. Even though in her information there was something deeply troubling. The fact about her killing herself and Kazumi if she couldn't make Kazumi go away. Even though Patrick knew that making Kazumi go away meant death, there was some form of comfort in not having a direct time limit. But now? Patrick only had two months to put Kazumi back together before Feht would try and kill the both of them.

"How do ye keep her from eating the food regular people do? How do ye hurt her, what do ye do?" Patrick asked, really more of demanding an answer, absolutely no love in his words. The more information he could get now, before going into making her suffer the more tools he could give Kazumi to fight her, to weaken her. The more he got the easier it would be later. That's what he kept telling himself before he gave her the next shot...