As he paced back and forth in the sterile, white room. The Doppelganger pondered many things while his soon to be victim fidgeted in his surgical chair. Many important things such as
What am I doing here? What is my place in this reality? Wasn't I doing something before? What is the nature of existence? before deciding his plaything had stewed about in silence long enough.
"What is your name, rank, and identification number?" He barked suddenly, jerking to face him in an instant. The young man in the chair yelped in surprise, twitching about though his arms and legs were firmly clamped into place. A moment passed as the question processed, before the boy's panicky voice broke the silence.
"S-sir, Kellam, Jordan Kellam, p-p-Private, 225K1893" came his stuttering, shaky reply.
"Do you know why you're in here 93?"
His eyes bulged as his face drained of color, his lips smacking together while he vigorously jerked his head side to side. "N-no sir" he finally managed to spit out.
"Oh? Well now, this might jog your memory" Doppie spat venomously as he snapped his fingers, at once the nigh invisible door popped outwards and slid to the side. A willowy dark haired girl, skin a soft unblemished porcelain, with her hands tied behind her back was roughly pushed to the floor inside, the door slid shut behind her.
In a mocking gesture, The Doppelganger picked her up roughly in his grasp and forced her lips on his as he kissed her in a fashion similar to the end of the rendezvous the camera had picked up of this star crossed couple. As soon as he felt his point came across, he backhanded her across the face and dropped her like a sack of potatoes, leaning in close to her ear as she lay crumpled on the ground.
"Now, you just lay down right here, and you don't dare take your eyes off of his. You understand
sweetie" he hissed, before leaving the human detritus on the ground and resuming his pacing. The private squirmed in his seat while his little girlfriend stared without blinking, her eyes wide with fear and something else. She'd been taught her lesson the previous night.
"Do you like history? Mr. Kellam?" Doppie asked, still pacing, he slowly began to drag a cart of various tools behind him, out of the little thief's field of vision.
"I-I do sir" came the boy's reply, his eyes not daring to leave the girl's.
"Oh you do do you? Its always a pleasure to meet a fellow history buff, say, have you ever heard of a neat set of punishments called the Hudud?" Number 93 shook his head as well as he could, prompting his captor to go on. "Well I wouldn't expect you too, they were derived from the laws of a long dead culture, its fascinating how they could be so culturally advanced for their time and still manage to be a raving bunch of savages" he chuckled lightly as he brandished, of all things, a meat cleaver from the tray. Slowly, ever so slowly he walked forward, a wicked smile forming on his lips.
"
You wanna know what they did to thieves?" he asked with menacing glee.
Immediateky he brought the cleaver down with all his weight onto the point where the boy's hand met his wrist. The blade sunk deep, chipping the bone as blood spurted out and slathered the blade, the chair and the floor. Number 93 let out a wretched scream as The Doppelganger began to savagely hack away at his wrist, his cuts far from clean or precise as the man's wristbone splintered apart and shattered under the abuse, blood spurting out in a torrent. In an instant The Doppelganger had a blowtorch in his hands, the gout of white hot flame seared his wrist with third degree burns as it cauterized the ragged stump that had been formed. Doppie was evidently annoyed with the shrill shrieks emanating from the victim, so he picked up the man's own hand and slapped him across the face with it, smearing blood all over his countenance.
"Snap out of it!" He yelled, his eyes burning hot coals of rage. "Out of all the staff here, you had to pick one of
my personal girls to seduce. What the fuck were you thinking!? That I wouldn't
notice? Its my property you're fucking you pathetic insect. What's this? Tears? Snap. The Fuck. Out. Of. It maggot" with each point of emphasis he once again smacked the kid's face around with his own severed hand, he stopped screaming, instead going for a low pathetic moan of pain. The sight if this whelp made The Doppelganger sick to his stomach.
"You're going to tell me, right now, who let you into her pen, or else the other hand's coming off with a scalpel" Kellam nodded in submission while his lips trembled one word, "Haines". Doppie immediately called his staff officer with his implanted comlink, within the span of a few moments the door slid open and closed once more with Corporal Haines striding in and giving a salute. He didn't have time to react to what was transpiring or say anything when the Doppelganger turned and in one smooth motion, lifted the handgun from his side and pulled the trigger. The back of Haines' skull exploded out and onto the wall as the heavy caliber popped his head like a melon. The man's corpse slumped against the wall and collapsed, leaving a streak of crimson behind it as it slid downward.
"What a waste" he said simply, as he directed his attention back to the young man in his possession "Now, where wer-" he was suddenly cut off by his internal comlink.
What he demanded
Sir, we have reports of a massive flash of energy, readings indicate its an Archon activationHe felt like jumping for joy, today was a good day.
Get me fifty men, and prep my darling brother and sister, time to see how well they perform in the fieldWhat of the SKULL Unit?Leave them, I have a new subject for conversion here, send a team to prep him for surgery immediately, and also a cleanup crew With that said he forcibly shut off the comlink, and left the room to go prepare for the upcoming trip into town.
A spring could be seen in his step as he bounded down the corridors to the armory, selecting a powered suit of armor designed more to resist blows in order to make capturing live targets easier, complete with tether cables and an electrified net launcher mounted to the wrist. Along with various other less than lethal implements he selected an extendable shock baton, blind grenades, and an energy lash designed to scramble the nerves of whatever part of the body it struck. His blade Gunginir was still in its scabbard at his side, as was his
hand cannon. Feeling he was suitably armed and armored to go find this prodgical little Archon, he rushed back to the hangar to wait for his associates to emerge.
Today truly was a good day
Member
