Gershwin’s mind went into a surge of panic. Did she just make a mistake that would cost them their already pitiful lives, or worse, the comfort they were so generously provided, a right that could be so easily taken away just like that?
What had she been thinking? She knew better. There was no way they should still be alive, their precious lives dangling on the precipice of death, only held by these people’s pinky finger, on their other hand a knife ready to cut them up and utterly fuck their world up.
Gershwin watched Dr. Jiang-Ping infuriated with her, as if the status of being an Anomaly had no meaning to these people – as if abilities transcending those of mere human beings has no effect on them. The doctor and everyone held their ground; all but Cody who decided to be brave, trying to take them on.
‘It’s no use, Cody; they’re going to experiment on both of us regardless. To answer your question, I believe they have no idea what they’re looking for. That’s why they’re doing all sorts of crazy things to us. Am I right?’
Agent Dioxide tried to gesture
‘Christ Almighty, shut up and cooperate,’ but the message was not crossed to Gershwin. She, instead, continued herself, a rush of blood that compelled her to act instinctively.
‘Don’t think we haven’t accounted for the possibility of rebellion from you two. Subject 30 may be able to bypass all of our securities and escape, and you may be able to defy death itself, but note how you are still here.’
As if on cue, two motivator groups moved to the doctor’s side. On Dr. Jiang-Ping’s signal, one of the group’s men pulled out a metal brace that looked to fit around one’s neck, and extended its collapsible, but firmly solid arm, and rushed to Gershwin, quickening their pace when she tried to walk back to run away.
The other motivator group stood close to Cody, ensuring that he did not interfere. He didn’t. The brace was clamped around Gershwin’s neck via switch at the arm end, she choking as she was pulled back, recoiling from her run. The motivators were quick to grab her arms, and pull the struggling Gershwin to the assigned room.
Agent Dioxide caught Cody’s eyes, and hoped that his concern was received, mouthing
‘Don’t,’ subtly shaking his head so as not to betray his loyalty.
The room door slammed shut as they forced Gershwin in. The metal neck-brace was detached by the arm and reattached to the head an angled chair. She was lifted up and laid down on the chair, her arms and legs clamped hard with more restraints. She struggled to scream, the brace shut tight but not enough to hurt – nothing more but discomfort. They were adept with her now, informed that any sort of pain could activate her abilities – so they were ironically gentle in the violent event.
She screamed for help, but it was to no avail.
‘…C-Cody… help.’
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