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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar and Harley Quinn
Fandom: Heroes and Batman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 469
Prompt: Mirror![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Chapter: 1/4
This is a joint fic written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_jays_girl and thewatchmaker. I'll post links to the other chapters are they come up for you.
You Have to Be Crazy to Shop Here
He felt another needle being driven into his inner elbow, yet another IV of something or other to keep him unconscious. Heavy hands gripped his chin, and they put his head into a restraint. His dark eyes locked with his reflection in the side of one of the brushed steel machines that filled the operating theater. The smell of antiseptic made his nose burn as he tried to take in one more breath before the mask was shoved over his face.
“It’s a shame really, but it’s the only way to control him.”
“We’ve never had another like him.”
“You know the real shame though don’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“That we can’t just take out his whole brain to see what makes him work.”
The walls were soft. He thought that the color might be gray or maybe green, but he wasn’t really sure. There was something about gray that seemed important, but it didn’t seem quite right for the color. It was about something else. He reached up to touch the side of his head, and his fingers traced along the crescent moons shaped scar near his temple.
“They cut into my brain.” He rocked back into the corner of the room and started laughing. His eyes were swollen shut with tears by the time he could finally stop laughing. “My brain. They cut into my brain.”
He just wished he knew why it was so funny.
“Here’s your food Gray,” a voice said from outside the heavy steel door. The man with the nearly black eyes watched as a tray was slid through the narrow slot. “Enjoy.”
“Gray is my name.” He smiled as he crawled over the padded floor to pick up the bowl of watery gruel. Dipping his fingers into the slop, he sucked them clean. “That’s good to know. My name is Gray.”
But that didn’t feel quite right either.
They forced him into the straightjacket the next morning after drugging his breakfast. Held ram rod straight in a chair, they took a razor to shave him. He fought the drugs. They seemed to be going away faster each time, but he as never able to keep a hold of any of the lucid figments that drifted past.
“See all better,” the orderly said as he held the mirror in front of his face. “Now you’re clean enough to meet some of the others. Wouldn’t want you in the day room looking like a homeless guy.”
“No, that would be bad. What did you say my name was?” He asked as he looked into the man’s eyes. “I think it’s Gray.”
“It’s Gabriel Gray. You’re doing pretty good.” The orderly unstrapped Gabriel, and dropped him into a waiting wheelchair where he buckled the tall man in place. “Now let’s go meet your new friends.”
Fandom: Heroes and Batman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 469
Prompt: Mirror
scifi_musesChapter: 1/4
This is a joint fic written by
mr_jays_girl and thewatchmaker. I'll post links to the other chapters are they come up for you. You Have to Be Crazy to Shop Here
He felt another needle being driven into his inner elbow, yet another IV of something or other to keep him unconscious. Heavy hands gripped his chin, and they put his head into a restraint. His dark eyes locked with his reflection in the side of one of the brushed steel machines that filled the operating theater. The smell of antiseptic made his nose burn as he tried to take in one more breath before the mask was shoved over his face.
“It’s a shame really, but it’s the only way to control him.”
“We’ve never had another like him.”
“You know the real shame though don’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“That we can’t just take out his whole brain to see what makes him work.”
The walls were soft. He thought that the color might be gray or maybe green, but he wasn’t really sure. There was something about gray that seemed important, but it didn’t seem quite right for the color. It was about something else. He reached up to touch the side of his head, and his fingers traced along the crescent moons shaped scar near his temple.
“They cut into my brain.” He rocked back into the corner of the room and started laughing. His eyes were swollen shut with tears by the time he could finally stop laughing. “My brain. They cut into my brain.”
He just wished he knew why it was so funny.
“Here’s your food Gray,” a voice said from outside the heavy steel door. The man with the nearly black eyes watched as a tray was slid through the narrow slot. “Enjoy.”
“Gray is my name.” He smiled as he crawled over the padded floor to pick up the bowl of watery gruel. Dipping his fingers into the slop, he sucked them clean. “That’s good to know. My name is Gray.”
But that didn’t feel quite right either.
They forced him into the straightjacket the next morning after drugging his breakfast. Held ram rod straight in a chair, they took a razor to shave him. He fought the drugs. They seemed to be going away faster each time, but he as never able to keep a hold of any of the lucid figments that drifted past.
“See all better,” the orderly said as he held the mirror in front of his face. “Now you’re clean enough to meet some of the others. Wouldn’t want you in the day room looking like a homeless guy.”
“No, that would be bad. What did you say my name was?” He asked as he looked into the man’s eyes. “I think it’s Gray.”
“It’s Gabriel Gray. You’re doing pretty good.” The orderly unstrapped Gabriel, and dropped him into a waiting wheelchair where he buckled the tall man in place. “Now let’s go meet your new friends.”
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