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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerTitle: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
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thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Vermillion
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 2/7
Vermillion
“It was a busy day Mr. Gray,” Dr. Scully answered her blue eyes still going over the reports that my daytime handlers had made. Scully was almost always too busy to come see me during the day. It was a shame. I kind of liked her, but it did give me something to look forward to. “How are you feeling?”
“The same,” I answered keeping my voice bland. Never kept eye contact with her for long, I didn’t want her to see inside of my head. “I’ve done everything they asked of me. I’ve been very well behaved.”
You’d be proud of me Dr. Scully. I’ve been good, just like a dog from the pound that’s too desperate to risk losing your affection, so I have jumped through hoops, fetched the ball and didn’t piss on the rug. I’m a good dog doctor. Now why don’t you give me a treat?
“Yes I can see that. Your reports look very good. Is there any discomfort?” She approached me with a confident step. Scully never looked like she was afraid of me. There was no trepidation as she looked over the vermillion scar on the side of my head. “This seems to be healing well. Has it stopped itching?”
“It’s been better now. Thank you for having them give me the Benadryl. I know you were worried that it would interfere with my other meds.” The itching had near driven me mad. I’d been forced to rub my scalp against the walls since my hands were bound up in the straight jacket or in bindings most of the time. “Do you know if it’s working yet?”
“We won’t know until we do some tests Mr. Gray.” Scully sat down on the edge of the bed. They didn’t let me have a chair in the room. I could use a chair for a weapon. I had blinded one of them with one when they’d first captured me. Using my telekinesis I’d sent it careening legs first to put out his eyes. I had to hit him twice of course. “Tomorrow they’ll bring you down to the lab and start testing it.”
“I hope it works soon Doctor.” I leaned against the cool cinderblock wall. If you looked carefully you could still see some of my blood in the nooks and crannies, but they had done as good a job as they could to clean it. “I want to go outside again. I miss the world.”
“You do realize that even if the chip controls your powers Gabriel.” I watched with hooded eyes as she reached out to touch the back of my wrist. It was a brief brush of her fingertips, almost too light to feel. “You may not be able to go free. You killed a lot of people.”
“I know.” I looked down at my lap. “But I’m trying to be better. May I have some more pudding now? Please?”
Author/Artist:
thewatchmaker Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Vermillion
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 2/7
Vermillion
“It was a busy day Mr. Gray,” Dr. Scully answered her blue eyes still going over the reports that my daytime handlers had made. Scully was almost always too busy to come see me during the day. It was a shame. I kind of liked her, but it did give me something to look forward to. “How are you feeling?”
“The same,” I answered keeping my voice bland. Never kept eye contact with her for long, I didn’t want her to see inside of my head. “I’ve done everything they asked of me. I’ve been very well behaved.”
You’d be proud of me Dr. Scully. I’ve been good, just like a dog from the pound that’s too desperate to risk losing your affection, so I have jumped through hoops, fetched the ball and didn’t piss on the rug. I’m a good dog doctor. Now why don’t you give me a treat?
“Yes I can see that. Your reports look very good. Is there any discomfort?” She approached me with a confident step. Scully never looked like she was afraid of me. There was no trepidation as she looked over the vermillion scar on the side of my head. “This seems to be healing well. Has it stopped itching?”
“It’s been better now. Thank you for having them give me the Benadryl. I know you were worried that it would interfere with my other meds.” The itching had near driven me mad. I’d been forced to rub my scalp against the walls since my hands were bound up in the straight jacket or in bindings most of the time. “Do you know if it’s working yet?”
“We won’t know until we do some tests Mr. Gray.” Scully sat down on the edge of the bed. They didn’t let me have a chair in the room. I could use a chair for a weapon. I had blinded one of them with one when they’d first captured me. Using my telekinesis I’d sent it careening legs first to put out his eyes. I had to hit him twice of course. “Tomorrow they’ll bring you down to the lab and start testing it.”
“I hope it works soon Doctor.” I leaned against the cool cinderblock wall. If you looked carefully you could still see some of my blood in the nooks and crannies, but they had done as good a job as they could to clean it. “I want to go outside again. I miss the world.”
“You do realize that even if the chip controls your powers Gabriel.” I watched with hooded eyes as she reached out to touch the back of my wrist. It was a brief brush of her fingertips, almost too light to feel. “You may not be able to go free. You killed a lot of people.”
“I know.” I looked down at my lap. “But I’m trying to be better. May I have some more pudding now? Please?”
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