Sifu Blackirish
SOC-14 1K
Having finally figured out that for the moment he was looking at a stack of medical monitoring equipment, he involuntarily recoiled as a face suddenly appeared close to his own. From his own distorted perspective, he could see a face that had been beautiful once, but was now horribly disfigured. An intense facial scar made it impossible to stop staring...
...again that scarred face appeared in his line of vision. Somewhat more prepared for this encounter, he could look dispassionately at her injury. A livid scar ran down at a slight angle, starting at her right eyebrow, down through the eye and over her cheekbone, just missing her nose, to stop just past her lip. An eyeless socket twitched occasionally, and her lips seemed to be twisted into a permanent sneer...
"You are very mistaken, victim. You are officially dead. Your past is gone, your future exists only because I chose to revive you. If you want to continue to live, it will be on my terms."
He still had not relaxed.
"What are they?"
Her facial spasms increased. Through an expression split between a grimace and anguish she screamed a response.
"You will be the instrument of my revenge! Hitachi-Emerson used my genius, then trapped me here after I was injured. I was allowed no medical care. Everyone else in the company thinks I am dead!"
She looked at him, with an expression that twisted and then hardened into an unreadable mask.
"You should not be asking questions about matters that do not concern you. You are dependent on me for so much. It is not a good idea to get on my bad side."
"I think I see the bad side when you look at me."
Involuntarily her right hand came up, passing over a livid scar and a drooping eyelid. Twitches came to her face again as it tried to form a complete sneer.
"You will regret that remark."
She pressed a control on the remote in her left hand and his body began to lower into the solution. She gave him half a smile before pressing another button.
Pain.
The assistant clapped a guard over her right hand and jumped away. Her hand on the remote, she started the autosequence. Shelby was helpless to stop the mechanism from adding more restraints and placing her into the immersion tank. Chemicals and radiation are again unleashed against a target that cannot resist.
Any laboratory computer control was sporadic and ineffective. Both of them watched as Shelby screamed and thrashed about, unable to remove herself from the tank. Eventually she shivered all over and consciously relaxed, thrashing ceased entirely. Some seconds passed while she was motionless despite being in extreme pain. With a scream, her entire body burst into flames despite being in the solution.
Only one lab monitor was working, stuck in a playback loop. Repeatedly they could see her facial scar twist and fade, while hair changed from silver to black. An image of classic beauty remained for a few seconds before she died again. Soft tissue decomposed rapidly in the flames.
...again that scarred face appeared in his line of vision. Somewhat more prepared for this encounter, he could look dispassionately at her injury. A livid scar ran down at a slight angle, starting at her right eyebrow, down through the eye and over her cheekbone, just missing her nose, to stop just past her lip. An eyeless socket twitched occasionally, and her lips seemed to be twisted into a permanent sneer...
"You are very mistaken, victim. You are officially dead. Your past is gone, your future exists only because I chose to revive you. If you want to continue to live, it will be on my terms."
He still had not relaxed.
"What are they?"
Her facial spasms increased. Through an expression split between a grimace and anguish she screamed a response.
"You will be the instrument of my revenge! Hitachi-Emerson used my genius, then trapped me here after I was injured. I was allowed no medical care. Everyone else in the company thinks I am dead!"
She looked at him, with an expression that twisted and then hardened into an unreadable mask.
"You should not be asking questions about matters that do not concern you. You are dependent on me for so much. It is not a good idea to get on my bad side."
"I think I see the bad side when you look at me."
Involuntarily her right hand came up, passing over a livid scar and a drooping eyelid. Twitches came to her face again as it tried to form a complete sneer.
"You will regret that remark."
She pressed a control on the remote in her left hand and his body began to lower into the solution. She gave him half a smile before pressing another button.
Pain.
The assistant clapped a guard over her right hand and jumped away. Her hand on the remote, she started the autosequence. Shelby was helpless to stop the mechanism from adding more restraints and placing her into the immersion tank. Chemicals and radiation are again unleashed against a target that cannot resist.
Any laboratory computer control was sporadic and ineffective. Both of them watched as Shelby screamed and thrashed about, unable to remove herself from the tank. Eventually she shivered all over and consciously relaxed, thrashing ceased entirely. Some seconds passed while she was motionless despite being in extreme pain. With a scream, her entire body burst into flames despite being in the solution.
Only one lab monitor was working, stuck in a playback loop. Repeatedly they could see her facial scar twist and fade, while hair changed from silver to black. An image of classic beauty remained for a few seconds before she died again. Soft tissue decomposed rapidly in the flames.
