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taxonomites2009-09-25 01:36 pm
hulk) wrote in taxonomites2009-09-25 01:36 pm
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001 ☢ [holo]
For the longest time, the half-naked man lying on the floor of the Sanctuary didn't move. But then there was a low groan, so as to prove that in fact no, he's not dead. He slowly began to stir, trembling limbs moving to push himself up. Bruce blinked once, twice, before registering his surroundings. His eyes darted around the pristine, white room, panic evidently growing on his face.
"No... No, no no no no!" he moaned, softly at first, then progressively louder until he was yelling. He scrambled to his own two feet, leaning heavily on the walls for support with one hand, the other holding up a pair of horribly tattered, stretched out pants. He appeared to be working himself up into a horrible state, eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. He closed his eyes, obviously attempting to calm himself down even if the fear never left his face. His breathing became rhythmic - a series of quick inhalations, then a long exhale - continuing until he checked his pulse. Finding something meaningful from it, he relaxed slightly and opened his eyes. He cast one more look around the room for someone, anyone, even a camera, barely noting the device on the pedestal and ignoring it.
"Look, I know you're there, but you have to let me go." He spoke loudly enough to be heard by whomever was listening, tone earnest and afraid. "You have to, okay? I know what you want to do, but you... You just can't, it just doesn't work like that. It will never work like that, no matter what you think you can do, and the sooner you let me go, the sooner I can fix it, so. Please."
"No... No, no no no no!" he moaned, softly at first, then progressively louder until he was yelling. He scrambled to his own two feet, leaning heavily on the walls for support with one hand, the other holding up a pair of horribly tattered, stretched out pants. He appeared to be working himself up into a horrible state, eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. He closed his eyes, obviously attempting to calm himself down even if the fear never left his face. His breathing became rhythmic - a series of quick inhalations, then a long exhale - continuing until he checked his pulse. Finding something meaningful from it, he relaxed slightly and opened his eyes. He cast one more look around the room for someone, anyone, even a camera, barely noting the device on the pedestal and ignoring it.
"Look, I know you're there, but you have to let me go." He spoke loudly enough to be heard by whomever was listening, tone earnest and afraid. "You have to, okay? I know what you want to do, but you... You just can't, it just doesn't work like that. It will never work like that, no matter what you think you can do, and the sooner you let me go, the sooner I can fix it, so. Please."