Monstrous Tendencies [Finished]

[Travesty]

“Oh, ew,” Ambrose muttered to himself as he lowered himself into the filth, hefting the Ace onto his back. Luckily the thing had been living on the streets and wasn’t, as a result, too heavy for him to carry. Equally lucky was the fact his lab wasn’t an obscene distance away, as the ferret wasn’t exactly meant to act as a pack animal. The smell wasn’t helping very much either…

…

He did manage, however, to drag himself and his new little test subject through the door of his cramped apartment, down the rickety (and, as experience had taught him, slippery) flight of stairs, and into the badly lit basement that held his equipment. Without ceremony he dumped the limp body onto his cold, steel table and stretched out his vertebrae. God, he felt absolutely awful. His back ached, his paw was badly sprained, and there were scratches up and down his chest.

He’d have to go through with it; he’d have to kill him. It was the only way to make it worthwhile, right? He had to pump so much lactic acid into his muscles that they burst, ripped apart at the seams. Not because he wanted to, obviously, but so higher up Cards could live a better, less painful life. It was all for the greater good.

And really! It was just an Ace, no one would miss it; it hadn’t even been someone’s pet. In fact, hadn’t it been nearly manic? It probably had rabies or some other sort of dangerous mental illness and wasn’t fit to be part of society anyway.

“Yes, yes – this is fine. I’m doing the right thing,” he murmured nervously as he strapped the Ace’s limbs onto the table. Usually he preferred knocking a test subject out, but it wasn’t as if this one would be leaving and he needed its body to be positioned a certain way. The tranquilizer would be wearing off soon.

ooc: I figured you'd post one more time and then I'll finish it up.

[The Jenn]

Ace lost most of his consciousness as he was hefted onto the ferret's back and slowly dragged away, his mind hazing between a vague sensation of travel and lots of pain in his gut and forearm. Something felt like it was swelling on his front, but he couldn't do anything about it when his eyes wouldn't obey his command to open. His arm was in utter agony.

When he finally started to regain some semblance of thought, the first thing he noticed was the brilliant light shining through his eyelids. The second, knocking the fact of the first completely out of his mind like a sledgehammer, was the mind-blowing pain that screamed through his torso from a broken arm strapped at a horrible angle to a restraint that he couldn't remove it from and some sort of internal bleeding from a kicked organ, though he didn't know what it was.

He started screaming, unintelligible words scrambling themselves into gibberish as he tried to thrash at the restraints and caused himself to become dizzy from the pain.

((OOC: He's all yours. <3))

[Travesty]

Maybe he should tranquilize him again, or at the very least give him some sort of painkiller. Yes, that’s what he’d do; just because the Ace had to die didn’t mean he had to go through Hell in the process. Of course Ambrose was nothing if not humane, all of his former patients could attest to that. He limped over to the shelf nearby where the needles holding the various medications.

And that was when the damn thing started screaming. Its wails were impossibly loud; it was as if a thousand mirrors were breaking in unison. Ambrose fell backwards, pressing his paws tight against his ears, but to no avail. It was the yelling of something that was hurt and dying and didn’t know where it was or why it was here. Its howls seemed to invade the ferrets very soul, making him twist in turn in a sort of agony that could only be achieved by giving in to his monstrous tendencies.

He had always tried to be good, you see. Living in Corvistowne meant he had been introduced to torture at a young age; his father had been interested in skin and its layers, and as a result there were often discarded hides of Aces lying around, and although he had never seen the bodies he had heard the screams. He had never wanted to be like that, since he was little he had wanted his conscious to stay as untroubled as possible, so he could take joy in his work and the discoveries that sprang from it.

But dammit, the yells were shaking him to the core and he wanted them to stop – he needed them to stop! Why was it thrashing like that? Didn’t it realize it was all over, that by dying it would be help advance science? How many times had Ambrose injected himself with medication, not knowing what would happen to him or what sort of repercussions he would face?

“Would you just SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?” He heard himself screech, his disembodied voice echoing off the walls of his claustrophobic laboratory. He was always by himself, too busy toying with his body to foster any sort of friendships, let alone a relationship. He was so lonely…

He would be done once this experiment was over. He would’ve reached the pinnacle of his scientific career and he could finally get his life in order. No more all-nighters in his lab all alone, or stacks of disorganized books on autonomy, or injecting himself with steroids and painkillers (…he might actually keep the painkillers). He’d become someone new, someone social and happy. At most he’d become a full-time physician and concentrate on healing, rather than discovering.

His heartbeat pulsing in his ears, the ferret scurried over to the struggling Ace with a large, spring-loaded injector in his paws. Using a painkiller would take too much time; he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Whether this was out of kindness or curiosity or dread he didn’t dare guess. He never knew he could be capable of doing something this horrible, for any reason. Wouldn’t his father be proud?

A painful cry erupted from his lips and, without allowing himself another thought, the Corvie slammed the needle into the Ace’s left forearm, listening to the resulting howls with a mixture of self-revulsion and the tiniest bit of pleasure. This was what he was supposed to have done all along, wasn’t it? Every new bit of knowledge came with a price.

The Ace’s muscle swelled unnaturally and began to split and his lilac eyes could visibly see the skin pull apart to accommodate the growing mass. The lactic acid spurted out of the quickly dissolving muscle, hissing as it met the air and mingled with the Ace’s blood. Under his studious and wide-eyed gaze the creature’s screams softened as blackness overtook it and it could muster nothing more than pant heavily.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ambrose appealed to the Ace on the table, whose limb was by now severed from its body. Blood was being to leak from the exposed tissue, dripping onto the floor and invading the tiny cracks in between the tiles. The ferret had never seen so much blood; how beautiful the puddle looked astonished him; for one fanciful moment it almost looked like melted rubies. Was this how death always looked? And was there a way to counteract the way lactic acid could interact with one’s body? He’d have to investigate…

The thought occurred to him that he'd never really change, just move steadily closer into that all-consuming darkness.

ooc: And there we go! ^^; I hope that was satisfactory and that will be able to role play together again soon. (:

[Kiki]

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