Out of the Dark
Oct 12, 2015 19:46:51 GMT -5
Post by Prime on Oct 12, 2015 19:46:51 GMT -5
Jon's eyelids rose and fell drowsily. His head lolled to the side. The feel of cold steel on his back sent a tingle down his spine. Leather straps held him vertically onto the table, restraining him. He heard a voice in the room. "Subject is waking up, sir. What should I do?" The voice sounded shaken, almost afraid. Why? "Dope him. Use it all this time. It's critical for the mind wipe that he is asleep." A few moments later, Jon felt the prick of a needle, or rather the attempted prick of a needle. The needle actually broke against his skin. "What the hell?" the voice said, again shaken. Jon's arms tensed, his muscles cording and tightening as he began to pull. The straps broke easily, and the buckles of the leather went flying across the room.
"What have you done to me?"Jon yelled at the man in the lab coat, the voice he'd been hearing. The blanking of a computer screen caught his eye. The person the voice had been talking to had apparently cut the connection. Jon grabbed the man in the lab coat by the throat. "What have you done to me?" he demanded. Choking a bit, the man tried to tell him everything, but Jon's grip was too tight. He felt the bones in the man's neck break in his hand. Jon let go quickly, startled. He only heard one word out the the man's mouth. Jon. His name was Jon.
He woke in a cold sweat, shaking away the cobwebs and looking around quickly. His teeth gritted hard, and he leaned up from his laying position. Crawling out from under the water tower he'd slept beneath, he started to hear the sounds of the city's nightly activities. Shouts of street vendors trying to peddle their wares, cars coming to a halt at red lights, a police siren in the distance. He looked over the ledge to see something else, an armored truck being robbed. Two men, armed with assault rifles, were forcing the two guards out of the truck. Jon didn't want to bother with the situation, but the cops sirens were too far away for them to get there in time to stop this, and there were no "heroes" in the area. He had to act. He took a flying leap and landed just behind the guards who'd just been forced out of the truck. Jon quickly moved around to the front and lifted the truck's front wheels off the ground. He shook the truck until the assailants fell out. The took off running. Jon set the truck down and made a motion with his head for them to get back in. They did just that, with no words, and quickly drove off. The assailants were halfway down the street now, running fast and hard. A scowl crept over Jon's face. He couldn't let them get away with their attempt. They'd no doubt try again later.
Jon leapt into the air again, landing on the edge of the hood of a beat up car, causing it to flip into the air due to his weight. He caught the car by the roof and threw it in the direction of the running assailants. It crashed just ahead of them, and their momentum didn't allow them to stop running in time to avoid slamming into the car. It knocked them both out. Finally, the cops sirens sounded close enough, so Jon leapt again, landing on a nearby roof. He'd done a good thing, and now it was time to move on. Hopefully he'd find some different clothes somewhere. These were starting to tear, and the nights got cold in the city.
"What have you done to me?"Jon yelled at the man in the lab coat, the voice he'd been hearing. The blanking of a computer screen caught his eye. The person the voice had been talking to had apparently cut the connection. Jon grabbed the man in the lab coat by the throat. "What have you done to me?" he demanded. Choking a bit, the man tried to tell him everything, but Jon's grip was too tight. He felt the bones in the man's neck break in his hand. Jon let go quickly, startled. He only heard one word out the the man's mouth. Jon. His name was Jon.
He woke in a cold sweat, shaking away the cobwebs and looking around quickly. His teeth gritted hard, and he leaned up from his laying position. Crawling out from under the water tower he'd slept beneath, he started to hear the sounds of the city's nightly activities. Shouts of street vendors trying to peddle their wares, cars coming to a halt at red lights, a police siren in the distance. He looked over the ledge to see something else, an armored truck being robbed. Two men, armed with assault rifles, were forcing the two guards out of the truck. Jon didn't want to bother with the situation, but the cops sirens were too far away for them to get there in time to stop this, and there were no "heroes" in the area. He had to act. He took a flying leap and landed just behind the guards who'd just been forced out of the truck. Jon quickly moved around to the front and lifted the truck's front wheels off the ground. He shook the truck until the assailants fell out. The took off running. Jon set the truck down and made a motion with his head for them to get back in. They did just that, with no words, and quickly drove off. The assailants were halfway down the street now, running fast and hard. A scowl crept over Jon's face. He couldn't let them get away with their attempt. They'd no doubt try again later.
Jon leapt into the air again, landing on the edge of the hood of a beat up car, causing it to flip into the air due to his weight. He caught the car by the roof and threw it in the direction of the running assailants. It crashed just ahead of them, and their momentum didn't allow them to stop running in time to avoid slamming into the car. It knocked them both out. Finally, the cops sirens sounded close enough, so Jon leapt again, landing on a nearby roof. He'd done a good thing, and now it was time to move on. Hopefully he'd find some different clothes somewhere. These were starting to tear, and the nights got cold in the city.
