Tortured Souls (Patrick)

[Azura]

It had been a week and though they had made some progress with Experiment 1432, he was still very resistant to the mind altering drug that they wished to use in order to wipe away his memories. Not that there had not been some progress, but at this point it was becoming clear that he was just too headstrong to manipulate with drugs and pain alone.

In fact, they had begun to notice, as the days rolled by and as he seemed to grow darker and darker in spirit and thoughts, his adaptation to the pain was .....unique. Not that they had not been expecting it, seeing as how they had hoped he would develop an immunity to it. Yet every time they hurt him, it seemed to affect him in a way that was almost as if it was not his pain he was feeling.

It had taken awhile to figure out, well at least a day or two, but then they realized it was really 1511's pain he felt. Oh sure, they had found out that first day the two were linked in more ways than just one. Having killed her only to kill him in return. It was a strange and unique trait the two shared, not to mention they had to keep her drugged and restrained at all times to prevent her from going to him. It was almost as though the two could not stand to be apart, and with every passing day they watched him struggle more and more with that darkness that surrounded him.

Still, they didn't allow them near one another and they even had gone so far as to gag her at one point to prevent her screams from filling the halls whenever they tortured him with various forms of chemicals. Since of course, she felt it all it would seem, even died the exact second that he did. It was fascinating. But beyond that, they still had so much to learn from the pair.

Along with the chemicals, they had also been force feeding him images of blood and torture. Of pain and suffering. Nothing positive or good, at all and they had even resorted to playing back audio of screams in his room...Screams of 1511 that had been previously recorded. Just a little touch that the doctor thought to throw in as a means of testing this connection they shared.

Still, he held onto his family. Even after they had removed the scars on his body, save for the one on his face, he still touched that spot on his neck that had soon been discovered to be a bite mark from his wife. It was frustrating to say the least, and yet they keep trying. Upping the doses and the pain, upping the amount of violence they fed to his senses. Hoping that something, anything, would work.

Yet nothing had....So, after much deliberation on what to do, the head doctor of the little operation decided to resort to more drastic measures, which was what today's little session was all about.

As usual they had gone into his room, having been keeping him too weak to fight against them, thanks to the drugs they were force feeding into 1511. A quick injection and they had pulled him onto the table and strapped him down once more. He would be out for about twenty minutes, given that his body was burning off the regular doses more and more rapidly...But twenty minutes was all that they needed.

When he would awake, he would find himself in a different position than he had been usually. Still strapped to the bed, they now had it inclined upward so that he was in a more upright position, able to see about the room. A strap across his chest securing him so that he didn't go anywhere.

Yet even though he could look about the room, that was not where they needed his attention. No, instead they wanted his focus on the other table in the room which was facing his own and inclined just as his was. Only difference was that on this table, with her hands secured over her head, was that petite, beautiful red head he had become oh so attached to.

She was dressed in a small white gown which wrapped about her body more like a towel than anything, barely covering her. This of course done just for the sake of mentally breaking her down, having a feeling it would do the same to him. It was also clear that she was very weak and her complexion was off. But then, they had been drugging her constantly for a week now.

Her head lowered and hanging down, her fiery locks spilled in a tangled mess about her angelic face. Not a single movement coming from her until he began to wake. Once he did, she would do the same, a groan escaping her as she struggled to get her head up, eyes fluttering open for a moment as she tried to focus, everything so blurry.

Though she could tell this time, as she woke, that they had not given her that sedative they created for her. No, they were simply continuing to dose her with a regular sedative, which would keep her awake and alert to a point, but too weak to fight them...Not that she could break the restraints anyway.

Her first thought? That they were going to do testing on her. Though as her vision began to focus, she would see him across from her, and as she came out of her haze, that strong sense she had gotten that first day when she was near him would slam into her. Instantly she was awake, weakly jerking at her restraints...trying to get to him....needing to get to him. It had been murder without him..all his suffering felt and fueling her guilt and sadness. It had been consuming her to the point she could barely breath....Now, she could feel it ebbing but she still needed him...

Tears building in her eyes as she looked at him, spilling down her cheeks as she jerked harder to try and get free. She had to get to him, and yet still she struggled to figure out what was going on...Because to be honest, this could not be good. Not good at all.

[Legion]

It had been a week of this shit, and to say Patrick was irritable was an understatement. The torture had been killing him, literally on most days. Being left in his room to die only to wake back up with his wounds healed alive on his own accord, well the experiment's but the point was it was his body doing the healing. He couldn't be sure, but he was fairly confident that at some point some one had told him about how not dying was a curse. And after a week of this, Patrick wasn't so sure that he could disagree with that. The only thought that had kept him going was getting home, though as the week progressed that was getting more and more muddled. Muddled to the point that all he could think was home, and of those two memories of his family. The people he was not with. The people he had to find.

As the week had progressed he had also felt himself becoming more and more volatile. Feeling darkness wrapping around his heart and soul. Well whatever tattered remains were left of his soul. Feeling the urge to kill, to make others suffer, all that at the moment currently directed towards everyone involved in this little debacle. The only real pain he felt was hers, Azura's. Feeling the pain that she did every time they tried to torture him, break him down. He knew she felt it, and though he had not seen her in a week he had known where shew as the whole time, felt every little thing she had. In fact it was the drugs in her system that kept him sedated most of the time. He had taken that and disassociated the pain he was feeling by only feeling hers. Doing that, it hadn't been so bad.

Though as the chemicals and drugs were getting to him, so was the separation from Azura. He was getting weaker and weaker. This kind of torture being fundamentally different from most types of torture. Most of the time, breaking you meant getting you to talk, or do something, here the goal was to get him to forget. How did you make someone forget something that they had spent drilling into their head? But his separation from Azura had him on the edge, as well as the confusion and haze. It was getting harder and harder to remember anything but her. Especially now that the scar on his neck was gone. That had been one of his more solid reminders thus far, using it as a hidden ground, distracting them from the scar that held the real memory. But the loss of the scar on his neck had hurt, though it was getting harder and harder to remember why.

The images they had given him of blood and torture, that really hadn't bothered him. It was something that he was all too used to, from years of seeing it. However when they started feeding in her screams as the audio. That was grating on his nerves. Driving up his anger, fighting at his remembering of his family. Because even though he loved his family dearly, this connection was just getting to be too much. Its strength continually growing stronger. The sound of her suffering and the knowledge of that pushing him further and further to forgetting about his family. Forgetting about getting back to them to make Azura's suffering cease.

Eventually though they got to this day, where he had seen them come in, but had been too weak to do anything. They had given him an injection, making him pass out, only to wake up on the table. Strapped in as always, but this time he was tilted upwards. The reason becoming obvious quickly. His little angel was strapped to the table in front of him. Her complexion was not good. He had only seen her once before but it was a far cry from what it had been before. It was obvious that the strain was getting to her. As he woke so did she and he immediately began pulling at the restraints to get to her once he saw her for her. Trying to get to her, to feel the way that she could, to take the darkness away. Something he had learned that she could do more and more.

As she jerked harder against her restraints Patrick struggled harder still. Seeing those tears streak down her face, wanting nothing more then to comfort her. Not knowing what they were going to do but knowing that it couldn't be good if it involved her...

[Azura]

The doctor would appear not long after they had both woken up, looking between them as they both struggled to try and get to one another. A little grin curling onto his face beneath his mask. "Ah, so this is what you want hmm?" Looking at Patrick as he spoke and his hand shooting out to fist viciously within those shimmering red locks...jerking her head back harshly so that she was forced to look up at the ceiling now. A small cry of pains escaping her as she felt more and more tears build within her eyes.

She had an idea of what this was about, but she held hope that it wouldn't get that bad. Still, she couldn't think to speak, simply trembling against that cold ass table as she felt his desperation for her increase, felt his need and his longing...just as she had ever day since they had taken her away from him. She needed to get to him, she needed him to make it better, to make her feel whole. She needed him to remind her why it was that she belonged here.

Though as she thought of all this and again jerked against her restraints she would feel the doctor, the one she knew to be named Cole, leaning in and slowly dragging his nose against her jawline, his hot breath falling onto her flesh and making her cringe. She didn't want anyone to touch her like that save for the man strapped to the table across from her. But that was not the end of this torment which was meant to degrade her and belittle her....to fuck with her mind.

His hand would then press against her thigh, running up along the inside of it and coming to a stop only once he hit the fabric of the gown she wore. A desperate and terrified little whimper given as she tried to jerk away. Though she could not and in the end would cry that much harder, finally managing to jerk her head away from him in the process, though he still held to her hair very tightly. "She is very beautiful isn't she? Though I don't think she likes me very much. Now why do you suppose that is?"

His hand threatening to move higher, making her tense up rather tightly as she choked on another desperate and terrified sob. But then, he would pull his hand away and use that grip on her hair to force her eyes toward Patrick once more, not allowing her to move a single inch. "I do believe that she only has eyes for you. Isn't that so one five one one?" Watching her now as he waited for his answer, though it did not come in a timely enough fashion. His response being to jerk on her hair once more, just as harshly. "Answer me!?"

Trembling and so very scared in this moment, knowing she was far too weak to fight him, even if she wasn't restrained, and his implications striking on that one thing she was more terrified of, that one thing that she honestly held quite close to her heart and cherished about herself. She didn't like being touched like that, let alone by him and especially not now when the man she loved so deeply was right across from her.

From the moment she had felt that connection to Patrick she had known that she would never want another's hands on her, and to have that happening now, when she knew what Dr. Cole was trying to do, it was enough to paralyze her with fear. "I said...answer me!" A sudden sharp and stabbing pain felt in her thigh, only to feel the heat of her blood as it began to pour down her thigh. A moment taken to realize what had happened. He had taken his free hand and grabbed a scalpel from the tray nearby and stabbed it into her thigh. Though no sooner had she realized this than he was twisting the blade within her, drawing forth a scream from her, however light.

Normally she could handle the pain, but she was too weak, too far gone to do such a thing. "YES! Y..Yes!" Tears falling that much harder now as she was now visibly shaking, easy enough to be seen across the distance of the room. "Yes what?!" Demanding she say the exact words with another twist of that scalpel within her flesh.

"Yes I...I only want him!" Coughing and choking on the words as he finally jerked that scalpel out and released her hair, letting her head fall downward once more as more blood now rushed down her pale thigh. Struggling to get her head back up, hazel eyes so full of fear and longing looking at Patrick across the room as she shook her head, apologizing through her emotions and sparing the doctor the satisfaction of hearing her do such.

"Now one four three two..We are going to try a little experiment today. See just how stubborn you are when its not youthat is being tortured. Besides, I don't think the little Angel here will mind...and I know I certainly won't. She always makes such pretty screams, doesn't she?" Chuckling softly before stepping back to ready himself, seeing what kind of a response, if any he would get.

[Legion]

A sneer crossed Patrick's face as that doctor walked in. Hatred for the man nearly boiling over at this point. But if he had thought that it had reached an all time high, he was dead wrong. Growling as the man in front of him spoke, growl becoming a downright snarl as the man struck out his fist at Azura, forcing her gaze skyward. Patrick's eyes golden, hate showing through so clearly now in his gaze. Causing the air in the room to thicken, so you could almost cut it with a knife. Violently pulling against his restraints shaking wildly in an attempt to get at the man. The fact that he couldn't get to the Doctor made no difference to him. He just needed to get to him, hopefully defying all reason. Then again, he was getting pretty fried by this point.

Patrick felt her longing for him, as his longing for her was just as strong. They had been unalterably connected and so having gone a week without her presence, in the midst of the circumstances had been difficult indeed. He needed her to have a soul, to feel like he could be anything but a complete demon. She was the only one that could take away that darkness that was in his heart. Make him feel like he wasn't that demon. To make him feel whole inside. And he knew that she needed that from him too.

Patrick growled and thrashed at his restraints as the doctor brushed his nose against her jawline. The possessive part of the demon in him burning in anger. She was his, his alone. No one could touch her like that but him. All other thoughts pushed aside save the driving desire to murder that man for touching his angel. She was his, and only his. That's all that was on his mind. As his hand slid up her thigh he couldn't possibly thrash any harder, blood running down his arms now and his ankles as he was in danger of breaking some bones. As that doctor asked that question Patrick would growl possessively, "She's mine!"

As her eyes were forced to his Patrick forced a weak smile. One to lie and say that it would be okay. But they both knew the truth. This would only end in pain and suffering, for the both of them. Likely it would end in their deaths, again. Patrick was beginning to realize what was going on. It was something that he might of remembered doing if he hadn't been so blindingly angry and hateful towards the man. But all the same, he knew what was coming. Though he would feel every bit of it, he was unlikely to be touched. No that man was going to torture her, in front of his eyes. Even through a clouded mind he knew that much.

Patrick saw that flash of silver as the man demanded the answer to his question, growling loudly even before he saw it plunge into her thigh, even before he felt in in his own thigh. Though as she screamed, Patrick growled louder, because of the scream, not because of the blood running down his thigh. Feeling his flesh twist as if there were a scalpel in his leg. Hating the man all the more, dark intentions ever so clear in the air surrounding him.

Eyes were on hers as she answered the question in the affirmative, anything to make the pain stop. Sure she could handle it if she hadn't felt his torture in the last week. Watching her shaking serving to make Patrick that much more angry at the man. Growling as he twisted the blade again. Eyes locked on hers, apologetically as she choked out the words of only wanting him. As she struggled to force her head up Patrick felt that fear in her, felt her longing. As she looked at him he felt her apologetic emotions, Patrick brushing them aside in his own emotions. Trying to get through that she didn't need to apologize, apologizing himself.

Patrick's eyes turned towards the doctor as he said his name. Hatred flowing forth from his golden gaze. Wanting nothing more then to shove that scalpel down the doctor's throat. Wanting to feel his suffering. Wanting to taste the life drain away from the man. Snarling at his question about making her scream, more thrashing against his restraints...

[Azura]

Azura could barely keep her head up at this point. She was so tired, so worn down and beaten in from being strapped into her bed for the past week with nothing but that horrid darkness that they had stuck her in, the darkness that did not contain him. Only the feel of his pain and his torment to keep her own emotions at bay, which only ever lasted a moment before they seemed to fuel her own all the more. Her lower lip trembling as she felt her blood pouring down her leg and dripping from the bottom of her foot.

Still, even now, all she could think of was how badly she wanted to get to him. To be with him. He would make it better, he would make it safe and he would make sure that nobody touched her like that again. But even as she tried, blood began to pour down her arms and from her ankles...a mixture of her own struggling and his as well. Those increasingly pale hazel eyes looking to his own as he tried to reassure her, struggling to catch her breath though to be honest, she wasn't sure she could. Not right now at least.

In the back of her mind she knew that she should be looking to see what was coming, to brace herself since it was very clear at this point that today was not about torturing Patrick at all, but instead herself. However, despite knowing this, all she could do was look at him and somehow manage to smile softly at him...It was weak, but it was reassuring at the same time. She felt him trying to apologize and she would just shake her head slightly.

No, he didn't need to...She deserved this probably, for the many horrible things she had done that landed her and him both here. Her guilt unable to fully wash away when she was still unable to get to him. Closing her eyes, she tried hard to focus on more positive emotions, trying to let him know that she would be okay, that it would be okay....Only then opening her eyes to look at him once more. She could feel the air thickening constantly with his rage, feel the pure hatred that he had for the doctor and feel just how much he wanted to murder the man, especially each and every time he touched her...She knew she couldn't make it all go away from where she was, but she tried to at least calm him enough that he didn't hurt himself too much.

"Your's you said? Hmm..." The doctor reappearing with scalpel in hand, his back to Patrick as he stood in front of Azura. "Yes, it would seem that is quite right at this point, though you are forgetting one little detail." He would then raise the scalpel and push it harshly into her right side, only going slow in order to ensure he hit no major organs...and then jerking down about an inch, gashing her flesh open in the process and drawing another scream from her much louder than the one that she had given at the attack to her thigh. "I OWN her!" His words loud enough to carry over the scream as her blood began to soak through that gown, which was torn now, and down over her hip.

When her screams finally ceased he would then move forward, his hand pressing hard against the wound he had created on her thigh, finger digging into the whole left there while the others brushed just beneath the hem of her gown. Her body tensing in fear and pain as she choked out another cry of terror and continued to tremble against that table...Tears streaking down her pale cheeks..."And if she is MINE then why on Earth would I give my precious little Angel to you when you refuse to do what I want?" Oh they both knew what he wanted, and what he was referring to.

"Especially when I could have so much fun with her myself when she is in this state..." Weakened of course, because if she wasn't, she would snap his neck in a heartbeat and he knew it. But like this, oh he could think of things to do to have a bit of fun with her. Her eyes looking to Patrick's once more, though as those fingers pressed further up her thigh, beneath the hem of her gown she would yelp in shock and terror and quickly turn her head away in shame....red locks concealing her face from sight, though her emotions were, as always, bared for him to feel as his own.

[Legion]

As she trembled in pain, fear and shame, Patrick trembled in anger, rage and hatred. Nothing but murder in his eyes as he looked at the man in front of him. Angered at the thought of him hurting his angel, nothing but rage at the thought of him touching her. She was his and his alone. The idea of him trying to defile her, hurt her, it caused him unimaginable and indescribable anger. His eyes moving to her thigh, watching that blood flow down her leg. He felt like he was watching every little molecule, deciding that for every one that the Doctor in front of him would pay. No matter how long it took, that man would pay with his life, and more.

As she looked to him, smiling weakly, trying to reassure him, to tell him that he didn't need to apologize Patrick would shrug slightly. Not really comforted by the action, but a little bit of the edge taken out of his rage. Feeling her positive emotions, but they felt so very far off. Even though she was only across the room it felt like miles away. All the same though he could feel her goodness. Like a powerful wave, but by the time it got to him, it was really only the washing up of it on the sure, although it did do well to calm him. Not completely but still. Rage still there but not as oppressive.

As the doctor spoke though his eyes were instantly cast towards the man, feeling the anger and rage swelling up again. Hating the way the man talked, as if superior to him, to them. Hating how close he was to HIS angel, regardless of what the doctor thought and it didn't matter how long it took, he would punish the doctor for that little mistake. However Patrick growled in rage as he watched that scalpel pushed into her side. He felt it too, but that was not why he growled. He growled in anger that he would do that to his angel. The anger unbearable at this point as he violently shook against the restraints he was in, blood flowing from his ankles and wrists, in addition to the wound on his thigh and side as the man dragged the blade down.

Feeling Azura's pain angered him and caused him to rage to no end. Desperately wanting to get out of his restraints to kill the man that did that to her. Feeling her pain, he'd growl again as the man stuck his finger into her wound on her leg, hearing her cry, feeling her fear. Patrick wanted to make it stop, and he wanted to do so by making that man in front of him suffer.

The man's words really having no meaning to him at this point. Oh Patrick was sure under different circumstances he'd know and at a base level he understood what was happening here, but it really didn't matter at this point. All that did matter was that the man was hurting his angel and that Patrick was going to get out and murder him, somehow.

Although what really surprised Patrick was when the man spoke in that suggestive tone. When his fingers slid under her gown and up her thigh. What surprised him was not the fact that the man could do that, but how much more his anger and rage increased. Pulling even more violently at his restraints. Murderous intent never higher then at the thought of that man defiling HIS angel. Her yelp of shock and terror, the sight of her looking away in shame causing a most feral growl to resound, "I'm going to kill ye..."

All else fading from his mind at this point, other then his desire to end Azura's suffering by killing that man...

[Azura]

The doctor laughed as Azura turned her head away, tsking her lightly with his tongue as he shook his head and reached up with his free hand to roughly grasp her chin, his fingers digging into her delicate flesh and instantly leaving bruises in their wake. Jerking her head back toward him, he would look into those pale hazel eyes so full of fear and shame, a grin forming upon his lips behind that mask he wore. "Now, is that anyway to treat the man who owns you?" No mind paid to the sounds of Patrick's struggling or those feral, bloodthirsty growls that came from his direction. It was what he wanted after all, to push him til he broke. So, it was really no surprise that he said nothing to Patrick, but instead kept his back toward him as he dug his nails into her jawline as he held her stationary and then removed his other hand from her leg, just long enough to pull free his mask so that he was unhindered when he shoved forward and roughly pressed his lips against her own. So harshly was it that her lips hit against her teeth and were cut by them, a whimper escaping as she struggled to keep her mouth closed all the while trying to jerk free...Yet she was far too weak at this point.

Then, if that was not bad enough, his hand which was covered in her blood would move to roughly grasp her breast before sliding down her little trembling body, making a point to press hard against her side as the blood continued to soak through her gown. A small cry of pain released, though muffled as she continued to tightly press her lips together. However, what he did next would send a wave of emotions into the air so thick that it would be amazing if only Patrick felt them....His hand shoving itself between her thighs, hard and rough, just like every other touch he delivered to her. Nothing coy about this touch, nothing suggestive....Just taking what he wanted...Aiming to shame her, break her, defile the precious little Angel in front of her big bad Demon.

So much shame and terror filling her as she cried that much harder, whimpering as she struggled to close her legs, to make him stop....no hint of pleasure or desire anywhere in her emotions...She didn't know, first off, how to react to such a thing, but more than that, she was not his...she was Patrick's...Only he should ever touch her in such a way...All color, what little there was draining from her features, even her eyes taking on an almost dull grey color instead of their vibrant hazel shade...Still, the one constant in her gaze besides the terror and pain she felt was that innocence....The very innocence that the doctor here was threatening to break and steal away from her.

Then, just when she though she could take no more, her pulled away, biting her lower lip in the process and drawing a bit of blood from it. Only then, after he had left her there, no longer able to look at her "love" would he turn back to Patrick, mask once more in place though streaks of her blood covered the front of it...An all too satisfied little sigh passing his lips. "You want her? Then forget who you were and embrace who you are! Forget, remember only her and I will let you have her...Keep remembering, and I will take her and I will break that innocent and sweet nature of her's until she is nothing more than a shell of the girl you so desperately want."

Turning his back to him once more, he would grab Azura's hair once more to jerk her head back...So weak and tired she barely fought....so consumed with shame and guilt that she could not bring herself to look at her Demon. Tears streaking her face, bruises and claw marks against her jaw....lip bleeding and dribbling down her chin....His free hand coming up he would grasp that gown where it had been cut due to the wound on her side, and jerk.....ripping the fabric so that only a tiny bit covered her breasts and hips...midsection bared and her shame and embarrassment only intensifying. "What is your name one four three two? Where are you from?" Poised to go at her again, though awaiting the answer..All the while, Azura hoping that Patrick would not forget who he was, not for her...she had already caused him enough pain...But for the life of her, she could not open her mouth to form words any longer. Her fear far too great at this point, far too strong.

[Legion]

Patrick continued to fight and struggle at his restraints, every second the anger he felt rising more and more. Caring more and more about this moment and this moment alone, about getting to and freeing his angel by way of murdering that man that stand before her now. The man once again insinuating that he owned her, driving Patrick's hatred of the man further and further, dragging further snarls from him. No, that was HIS angel in front of him, not the doctor's and that man would pay for every time he touched her. Shaking further and further, blood now freely pouring from his wrists and ankles where he struggled against his restraints as he watched the doctor press his lips against hers, feeling her struggle in the air feeling her pain, further driving Patrick into a mad frenzy as he roughly grabbed her breast.

And then he did the unimaginable. That hand shot up between her thighs. That feeling of emotion from her so very raw. Feeling that shame and terror angered the very essence of his being, causing him to collapse into darkness more and more, an other worldly growl being released from his lips. His emotions and darkness clearly being felt, in fact much like hers it would be surprising if only she felt that. Patrick slipping away from who he was more and more reminiscent of a Demon.

Somewhere on a deep level Patrick knew exactly what the man was doing, knew that he himself had done a similar thing, but it worked all the same. Thus was the problem with caring. You had a weakness that was absolutely exploitable. Yeah, Patrick knew the woman in front of him for all of a weak, but there was that connection that was there between them. The one he hadn't wanted, that he didn't ask for, but as the doctor pushed at him harder and harder, it was slowly becoming all that mattered. Sure, there was still that love for Kazumi and Ruth, but as his angel was getting violated in front of him, the connection made it so that her terror and shame was all that mattered to him.

As the man turned to him with that pleasured little sigh Patrick would snarl and sneer at the man. The darkness having rose in him to such a point that he didn't need to struggle against his restraints. As the man spoke to him he was vaguely paying attention. The man's words fading out along with the sight of him, the vision of the man the only thing the being restrained was seeing at this point. The vision of the man and the sounds of his voice fading in and out sporadically, like a tv cutting in and out. Only the sight replacing Patrick was the vision of the same man in front of him, lying mangled in a pool of blood, whether the blood was all his or not was unclear, but there was blood curdling screams in the background. Blood and suffering. There was the feeling of heat from flames, but all that was visible was the man lying in a pool of blood, mangled. As stated the vision of this cut in and out, but one thing was certain, it was he that was the cause, not Patrick, but something different.

The insolent mortal's question came through that haze pulling the being back to reality. There was a very long pause though, between the man's question and the being strapped down to the table's answer. But there was something clearly different as the being tilted his head at the pathetic little human's question, debating on whether he should answer it our not. Amused that the human thought that he could be controlled, but deciding he'd humor him for now.

"My name? You say those numbers as if you had already decided," The being answered, in a voice that had demonic undertones, clearly not of this world, "And why do you ask where I am from? Look inside your soul and you know the answer, for you are going there very soon."

"But as for a name? You may call me Legion," Legion answered...

[Azura]

The doctor would grin as he heard those words echoing from the man that hung before him. Though even as he thought that, the realization that this was no longer just a man in front of him hit hard, that anger and rage in the air, the darkness masking the sensation of her shame and terror that had been there only moment's before. A small chuckle escaping him as he reached out and ran her fingers through her fiery locks, fisting his hand within them and jerking her head to the side, toward him.

A small whimper would escape her, too weak to fight back at all this time and too ashamed to look at her Demon as the Doctor pulled his head toward him. "Would you looky there...it seems that your Demon has finally come out to play." His nose softly brushing against her jawline as he would breath in her soft and heavenly little scent, rather hesitant to continue on his chosen path. If he had his way he would keep her to himself, and only to himself. But he knew that if he did, that the entire mission would fail. It had been the only reason that he even offered his little angel to the project and why he did was he was to do now.

"Legion you say? Well it seems that we have made great progress today..." Speaking to the creature across from him, though never looking at him. Instead, he would brush his fingers almost affectionately through her hair, grinning beneath that ever present mask. "If you kill me, you will never have her again. It has already been set that should I die by your hands, she will be locked away and murdered violently for the rest of her, and your existence. Keep that in mind."

Stepping back, he would look at her, noting the blood which flowed down from her wrists and ankles as well as the wounds he had created upon her. Looked at her trembling, pale form, as the life slowly drained from her. He knew the only thing keeping the precious little Angel alive was the all too pissed off Demon strapped to the table opposite her. Which was good, it was what he wanted.

Casting one last glance at them he would make his exit, leaving the room in silence if only for a moment. Azura, too weak and too ashamed to even move would not lift her head, simply whimper in a manner that was so desperate and lost that it could only be taken as her way of begging for him, for her Legion. She needed him so badly, needed him to make it go away, to protect her and to sooth her. Possibly the only being in existence that could seek such things from the creature across from her.

Yet no sooner had that desperate little whimper escaped her than the doors would open once more, a group of orderlies coming in and unstrapping her. Without any fight left in her, she simply collapsed into one who held out his arms waiting to catch her, hoisting her bleeding and near lifeless form into his arms and leaving the room with her. The other two, albeit hesitantly, would make their way toward him. Neither one looking like they really wanted to touch him, even with his body restrained.

Eventually however, they would eventually move to lower the table, allowing him to lay back once more before again moving him. They were not foolish enough to unstrap him, not yet at least, instead moving his bed as always to his room where they would push him inside and shut the door behind him. The locks sealing into place as the darkness again filled the room, save for a very dull light from somewhere in the vicinity of the farthest corner of his room. Only then, once the door had been securely shut would there be a soft beeping sound that came from the bed and the straps that held him sliding away and back into the table.

In the corner of the room, dumped there as though she meant nothing, was his Angel. The doctor had said if he let go that he would allow him to have her, and though his methods to get him there had more or less sealed his fate for some point in time, he had kept his word....for now. Blood pooling around her on the floor as it continued escape the wounds created on her lithe little form. A soft, weak whimper escaping from her as she felt him near her...little hand grasping the floor trying to pull herself up to get to him. Needing him. Needing her demon....Her Legion.

[Legion]

Legion watched the man touch his angel. Anger would be felt by Azura, but this anger was more refined. More, potent, more demonic perhaps was really the only term to describe it. It was controlled. And yet it was refined. There was a sense to it that it was greater then the emotion that a human could ever feel, but that sense that it was controlled to the point that no human could ever control their anger. Anger and hate being a part of who legion was, tools to accomplish the job, essential parts to who he was. It wasn't something that could easily be described. It just was, the best way to describe it.

So Legion watched the man touch his angel and he allowed it without showing any such emotion. Just blankly watching it. While that wasn't what he felt there was value in controlling his emotions at this point. Something that he hadn't seen until now. As the man brushed his hand through Azura's hair Legion merely watched and listened. He found it rather amusing that the man talked as if it was him that made the progress possible. He was only a tool towards Legion's creation, nothing more. Greater forces then the doctor merely allowed him to be the focal point of his own creation. But it seemed that the doctor in his pride failed to realize that the plan would have come to fruition in some way without him.

What further served to amuse Legion was the fact that the man's seeming insistence that he had these plans that would save him. Did he think Legion to be a feel? Obviously. Legion wouldn't strike until he was ready to. Wouldn't strike until his success was guaranteed. At the man's comment he'd say nothing. He could play along until the moment was right. Even though existence was still rather young, Legion could wait a very, very long time. Far longer then that man anyways. A cruel little smile couldn't help but find its way on the demon's face as the man left the room.

That little whimper though, that drew the only compassion and mercy that Legion seemed to hold in his heart. An actually soft look crossing his face as he looked towards Azura, his angel. Feeling that need and that begging for him. And there was nothing more that legion wanted to do then to be there for her. To be by her side, to comfort her and to give her that peace. And there was nothing more he wanted to be near her, for her to take that darkness away from her. Knowing that he was a demon, but near her he didn't have to be, he could be as close to normal as he possibly could be.

Then those orderlies came in. Undoing her straps as she fell into one of their arms. Looking at her Legion knew, also felt how close she was to death. He knew because he felt her and he was to. Over the time they had lost a lot of blood, having all of her injuries on himself. Watching as the man left the room with her he was fairly certain that they wouldn't kill her. Legion then watching the two remaining as they moved to get to his straps, chuckling when they avoided him like the plague, decided to move him with as little contact as possible. Amused, but they guessed right. If he had been able to he would have painted the walls with their blood. Quite amused as they lowered his bed and wheeled him to his room. Knowing it to be his home because of the darkness. There was a light in the corner though, but Legion already knew who that was. Chuckling darkly as the beeping signaled the release of his restraints.

Stepping onto the cool floor, one foot then the other his hands felt his bleeding wrists before he let the darkness consume him. Yes, he wanted nothing more then to go comfort his angel, but this had to come first. Feeling the darkness surround him and his wound he felt them healing and closing up. The wounds on his wrists, the wounds on his ankles, the ones on his thigh and side. Once that was done he slowly stepped towards his angel.

As he got closer to him he felt his darkness fade away. He felt all that need for blood shed and chaos leave. He felt right. He Felt as if he could be good, or at least normal. It was a good feeling. He liked it, no he needed it. Stepping closer to her he'd crouch down, wrapping his arm around her. Saying softly in a voice that was unaccented and undemonic, "I'm here for you my angel."

[Azura]

She felt the anger inside him change, and though he did not show outward signs of it toward the doctor as he continued to touch her, she could feel it within him as surely as if it were her own emotions. Yet still she would not and could not look at him, not after what had just happened, not after what that man had done to her. Nothing more than a broken, pleading whimper given, to beg for him, to show him the need she had for him. She needed him to make it better, to make the pain go away and to protect her. She knew, beyond a shadow of doubt, that once she was in his arms, he would never allow another man to touch her the way that the doctor just had.

The orderly coming to get her down, she wanted to go to Legion, she wanted to be next to him to curl into his arms, to feel him but as the straps were released, it was all she could do to stay awake at all. She was too weak and her body was growing colder and colder with each passing moment....even the blood that ran from her wounds was growing cold in comparison to the burning heat it had been providing only minutes before. Again she would whimper, wanting her demon and nothing more. He was her's, just as she was his, and she did not want to be separated from him again. However she could not stop them as they carried her out of the room, the only solace coming when she opened her eyes to see that room which they were throwing her into.

The doctor had not lied, he was giving her to Legion as said. The thought allowing her that first bit of peace, though she did struggle, trying to get away from the one that held her...fear still present, the thought of this man touching her as the doctor had causing her to whimper that much louder. However, he would not touch her in such a way, but instead carry her into the room and then none too graciously drop her onto the floor in the corner.

The fall itself did not harm her too much, but it did prove to aggravate the already existing wounds that had been inflicted upon her little form. Coughing, a bit of blood spat out upon the floor, she would turn her head and press her forehead into the cold tiled floor. At this point, barely able to keep her eyes open as the blood continued to escape her wounds, both those inflicted by the doctor and those upon her wrists and ankles that came as a result of her struggling and Legion's struggling.

Then, just as she was certain that death would take her, as all color seemed to finally fade from her features and the trembling began to cease, she felt him. Her demon, her Legion. He was close. Close enough that it gave her the energy to turn her head, to look in the direction in which she felt him just as they wheeled him through the door. Soon, the door was shut and the sound of beeping would signal that he was free, that his straps had been removed. Tears somehow managing to fill her eyes, she would press one blood soaked hand against the tiled floor, trying desperately to push herself up, or to at the very least pull herself toward him.

She had to get to him, she had to be with him...That was all she could think, the only thought that consumed her continually fading mind. "L..Legion..." His name leaving her lips in nothing more than a soft, weak whisper as she managed to push herself up, only to slip within the bloody pool beneath her and collapse back upon the floor. What little bit of white she still wore was stained red, and bloody streaks covered her arms, torso and legs...In fact, there was very little of her that was not coated in blood to some degree.

Yet he did not come to her right away, and had it been any other person she might have whimpered, thought that perhaps he did not want or need her as she did him. But she knew the truth, she could feel it just as certainly as she felt her own heart beating...He needed her, but things had to be done first, and so she would wait and simply curl up upon the floor.

Sure enough, the wounds she had began to heal, knowing that his Qi was responsible for such, because the only way she could heal would be to take days for the smallest cut or to die and allow her body time to regenerate....As the wounds healed, she would find herself with a bit more strength...not much...but enough that she was at the very least able to pull herself up into a seated position in that corner, her head laying against the wall as she closed her eyes and curled into a little ball.

She still felt so much shame, so much terror and discomfort at what had transpired. He could take away the physical marks, but the emotional and mental scars placed upon her by that doctor did not so easily fade away. The thoughts and images of the man standing before her touching her, the feel of his lips upon her own, of his hand.....

She gasped, hiding her face into the corner as she sobbed lightly, once more trembling. Nervously and with a great deal of fear, her little hands tried to tug upon what was left of her gown to cover herself up, or to try to at least. The only thing she could think to do as the last of her wounds began to heal. Though, no sooner had the final wound healed would she feel that arm wrapping around her and feel that all consuming guilt and sorrow begin to fade away. That heavy weight which she had lived with for so long, even more so this last week, now fading from existence as she shifted to bury herself into him.

Her little arms wrapping about him, she buried her face into his chest, a soft whimper given even as she drew in his scent and felt a sense of calm starting to wash over her. "Promise he will never touch me like that again...Promise I am only yours.." Begging as she softly and affectionately nuzzled her way into him, stopping as her nose lightly brushed against the side of his neck.

Yet even as she did this, even as she sought out his security and his affection, her little hand would fall to rest upon his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her fingers. That light fading from the rest of her body and centering on her hand as she closed her eyes and slowly began to wash away the darkness that surrounded his heart...freeing him from it, if only for the time that they were together. No matter her suffering, her first and only priority was always him....Only him.

[Legion]

Hearing his name he look up to his angel, love in his eyes tempered with concern. Even for a being as dark as him there was a sense of some sort of light there, even if it was a dark one. Legion would do anything that was within his power for his Angel, for his Azura. Angered greatly by the doctors actions, waiting for the day to come to make his vision a reality, to tear him apart along with every other nurse that had participated in his experimenting. A smile coming to his face as he heard his name leave her lips, finding that to be pleasing, even if her pain and struggling was anything but.

As Legion inspected his wounds he knew that time was becoming some what of a constraint. Feeling his life force getting weaker, by way of Azura getting closer and closer to her death point. Although death didn't phase him, it was an annoyance, a painful one at that but it wasn't something he wanted his angel to go through. He was glad that it was him with the healing ability. He was glad that he had the power to alleviate her pain and physical suffering as well as her mental. So as he healed his wounds, and by extension hers all he could do was look at her, smile on his face, actually warm. No hint of evil or demonic intent in his eyes.

As Legion made his way towards his angel he felt Azura's fear. He felt her shame. Making mental notes, acknowledging his anger as a source of inspiration for making that doctor suffer. For touching what was his? That was an inexcusable offense, however for the moment he'd have to play that man's game to keep his angel safe, but no matter, he could be patient. As patient as needed to be to build trust or at least a mutual respect, besides, all Legion had was time, more time then that man would have anyway. One way or another that doctor would suffer for violating Azura, for violating his angel. Then they'd see who owned who...

As Legion wrapped his arms around her he felt her bury her head in his chest, getting a little pleasured sigh from him. He loved this closeness, even though in the last week it had been absent from his life. Sitting down as his arms pulled her into him he began to feel her presence sucking his darkness away. Making him feel human again. Taking away what made him feel like the complete monster he was. And he felt the guilt and sadness beginning to drain from her. Listening to her beg as she nuzzled into his neck Legion spoke softly in a soft tone that wasn't demonic in the slightest "You are only mine My angel. He will never touch you like that again, I will make sure of it."

As he said the words though he felt her hand on his chest, over his heart, feeling his and her heartbeat. Knowing them to be perfectly in sync. Watching her, and hand sliding up into her hair, stroking it softly, seeing her light centering on her hand as he felt her taking all of the darkness from him. The feeling making him more human. The anger and hate leaving him, not being as strong or as powerful as it was before. Smiling as he felt human emotions start to well up inside him, this darkness channeling into her, to cover her guilt and shame.

Leaning his head against hers he closed his eyes, unsure of what the immediate future would hold but confident that he could do it if he had her. Sighing contently...

[Azura]

As she felt that guilt and shame, the sorrow and regret leaving her, she could not help but sigh softly. The way it felt to have his arms around her, to have him holding her, it was indescribable. True, it had only been a week since he had come here, and true this was only the second time that she was able to find comfort in his arms, but that did not take away from how right it felt. From how complete she felt when she was with him.

Hearing his own sigh, she would nuzzle into him a bit more, her hand resting over his heart as she waited for some response to her words, something to ensure her that everything would be okay, even though deep down she knew the truth. Some things she simply needed to hear spoken out loud. Then, as he said them, her emotions would rise within her, love and affection beyond comprehension of a normal being surfacing that much more fully.

Her hand resting upon his chest, she would draw away that darkness, feeling it consume her own negative emotions, feeling the peace that only he could offer her starting to wash over her once again and shivering softly within his arms. In this moment, she didn't think of blood that covered her, or of the small bits of clothing that she still wore. Shame was nonexistent with him, for he was the only one that could see her in such a way, the only one she wanted to see her in such a way. "And you are mine. My Demon. I would do anything for you." Softly whispering the words against his neck, allowing her shaky, warm breath to wash over his flesh as she gentle brushed the tip of her nose against his jawline.

Drawing in a deep breath, she took in his scent and closed her eyes, the tears having begun to fade from existence and the trembling simply a side effect of being so close to him after so long of being kept from his side. Those very same feelings of longing and desire she had felt that first night washing over her once more, stronger than before, more intense and less capable of being pushed away. "L..Legion.." His name leaving her lips in a shaky breath as his forehead rested against her own. Her lower lip trembling softly.

For a moment, she had held that thought in her mind, the one she wished to say, but now it was gone. It had escaped her just as her breath seemed to have done. Little fingers slowly and delicately tracing against his jawline and her nose softly brushing against his own. She could feel his breath against her lips, and though she wanted to kiss him....so very badly...that innocence within kept her from doing so. Instead, she pull back just slightly, looking up at him with those bright eyes, innocence filling her gaze as well as that very same nervousness she had felt the first night. Capturing her lower lip between her teeth..."I love you Legion.." Once again nothing more than a whisper, though something in her tone seeming to beg for him, showing that need that only she could ever truly feel for him....Nobody else would ever come close.

[Legion]

There was Legion. Here in the now. A timeless being that was, by human standards, very young. But the truth was that he was timeless, that young and old, it no longer held any meaning to him. Those were only terms reserved for those whose life was finite. The very thought that mortals somehow quantified his existence was amusing to him, much in the same way watching a dog run into a wall chasing after a laser pointer was. But his disdain for mortals, it couldn't last, not with her, here now. He found himself feeling more and more human, something that he couldn't quite explain why, but he needed it. Something to ponder, but not now, not in her glorious presence. Sighing softly feeling her nuzzling into him more, feeling that hand on his chest, taking his darkness from him, making him feel human again.

A smile crossed his face, warmly as he felt the depth of her love for him, that affection. It only caused his love and affection for her to rise to match, turning his head to her softly looking at her beautiful features, love only increasing further. His angel, the one who could take his darkness away. The only one that could make him feel like he wasn't a monster, a demon. That he wasn't chained to that eternity so terrible. Shivering at her words as she whispered them against his neck, knowing them to be true, his head tilting into her touch, feeling her calming down more and more. Feeling his darkness take away all of those emotions of shame and guilt gone, washed away in his presence, much like she took his darkness away from him.

Feelings of desire rising in him as he felt her desire increase Legion couldn't help but smile at her warmly as she said his name, pleased that she did beyond description. The way she said it, indescribable. Looking into her eyes lovingly as her forehead rested against his. Feeling her soft little fingers tracing his jawline his own fingers found their way to her hair, brushing it back behind her ears and then stroking that fire red hair softly. Smiling as her nose brushed against his own he felt what she wanted, no needed. And the truth was that he needed it too. Only from her, his angel, his Azura. Smiling as she whispered those words out in a begging tone.

To that Legion only smiled. There was no longer anything holding him back from her. No recollection of Patrick O'Connor. There was only Legion. Feeling that need for him and through his own emotions it was only reciprocated for her. Smiling as he whispered in return, the need for her in his voice, no hint of the demon in his voice, "I love you Azura"

A moment would pass as he looked into her eyes lovingly before he used that hand in her hair to pull her in, lips pressing against hers softly...

[Azura]

The feel of his heart beating faster only proving to cause her own to do the same, his desire feeding her own until it matched perfectly. It was so easy to feel whole in his arms, to feel like she truly belonged here and nowhere else. The rest of the world slipping away as she drew the darkness away from his heart, and allowed her little hand to slowly slip away, fingers gently brushing against his chest. Though, as she did this, her eyes could not help but lower from his own to where those scars had been the first time she met him, her brow furrowing slightly. "I wondered why they cut you here..." Speaking under her breath just slightly, more thinking out loud than anything.

She had felt it when they had cut him, what she now knew to be surgery, she had suffered the same wounds, though it had been hard to figure out what they were doing through the drug induced haze she had been under at the time. But now, she saw...they had taken away his scars. Her fingers tracing over the area in which they had been, noting the smooth flesh that now took their place. Then, as her fingers came to a stop, a thought would enter her mind, causing her to gasp softly as she tilted her head to look at his neck. Her eyes widening slightly noting, again, nothing but smooth, flawless flesh.

They had taken that bite mark, the one that he always touched upon, the one that she could only assume to be from Kazumi. The knowledge of this making her stomach turn slightly, though no sooner did she feel this than the darkness she consumed from within him washed the negative emotions away. Hazel eyes turning back to him, that innocent, hesitant look once more held within her gaze as she nervously bit upon her lower lip, simply looking at him and feeling the love she held for him continue to increase along with his own.

Softly her hand pressed flat against his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his flesh and shivering softly as she did so. He felt so amazing, and as his hand moved to brush through her hair, she could not help but close her eyes for a moment and tilt her head into his touch. Just being with him felt like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life, but to have him touch her, to touch him, it was beyond anything she could put into words. Then he spoke, and those words, though she knew them to be true without him having to voice them, still managed to cause her heart to skip a beat....Literally...A soft smile curling upon her lips.

Eyes opening once more, she would look at him, wanting him to kiss her...needing him to kiss her, but far too shy and timid about such things to act on her own desires. Though she did not have to because she could feel his matching desire as well as his understanding of what she wanted and knew that he meant to do that which she could not. His head leaning in toward her, her heart racing in anticipation at what was to come and her breath catching in her throat, she did not pull away. She needed this too badly, had longed for it every second that she had been locked away from him over the past week. Still, she could not help but feel nervous all the way up until the moment that his lips pressed against her own.

Once more that jolt of raw, pure emotion shot through her. So strong, so real that her heart raced that much faster upon feeling it and a soft gasp would be felt against his lips. Though unlike before, the first time she had ever touched him, she did not pull away in shock. No, this time, there was nothing else in this world but him and her and this moment. This wonderful, amazing, breathtaking moment that she wished could go on for eternity. There was no guilt, there was no shame, nothing to keep her from wanting him, from needing him. Their bond was too strong now, too intense. It was the only thing that existed in her mind and in her heart. Yet, unlike him, she did still have knowledge of his true self in the back of her mind and it nagged at her, if only just.

However for now, she would not allow it to enter her mind as she pressed forward just slightly, returning his kiss with just as much love and desire. Slowly her tongue would brush against his lips, the softest of whimpers given in a silent plea to deepen the kiss. Azura was not aggressive in this sense, though it was likely due to the fact that she had never experienced such things and did not know how to behave, what to do. Though it could have also been because she was opposite of him in almost every way, and it was more than evident that he was far more the aggressive one, which she loved, which she craved.

Her hand that remained upon his stomach, pressed flat against his flesh, would slowly begin to slide upward, tracing every muscle, every inch of him she could. Her small form shifting ever so slightly within his lap, allowing her to press closer to him, all thoughts of what had happened in the lab washed away by his kiss and her desire for more.