[b][color=00aeef]Chrono 002:10 R&D Maximum Security Ward Room #12 | Extensive Testing Subject ID:# 52-0A-351 Subject Name: Ink[/color][/b] The onset of the toxins rushed in quickly, once again sending the patient into a deep & terrible sleep... The echoes pulsated throughout her mind. She had never heard the pathetic pleads for his own life until a real threat hung over his head. It had always been a string of insults and disappointing tones that escaped the man’s mouth as though he could never find an encouraging word to simply plunk from the air. No, this man was vile, a man others respected and revered as a leader and support system, and yet they were all blind to the monster he really was. How could a beast such as that become a [i]Captain[/i], oversee a police force, and yet allow his own flesh and blood family to collapse around him? Panic ensued. The devil she once called “father” stood over her, his leather belt swinging back and forth as a taunt, stained with her blood from beatings only moments before. A stained sheet wrapped around her to cover her shame. A shame he brought unto her each time he decided to steal and taint another piece of her existence. He only added yet another nail into his own coffin, but she held the hammer to seal him away forever. Surprisingly it seemed, the tattoos which covered her body hadn’t truly manifested their abilities until later in her life, when it seemed desperation, anger, and fear were at their pinnacle. When her older brother, her once protector, had gone away for his own reasons, never to return, leaving Czigani to face her own horrors alone. Czigani watched her father, wrapped in a thick coil of black ethereal ink, writhe and scream on the floor as the dark ooze slowly squeezed the breath from his lungs, cracking cartilage and bone along the way. She was now the one standing over him, and yet wasn’t smiling as he had always done when in that position. There was no emotion that moment. It was as though all feeling had momentarily vanished and yet her only thought was to thank him in her own way. To thank him for unlocking a survivalist instinct she never thought she had. To put him out of his own misery and to incinerate a past that she hoped would never catch her again. She reached for her father’s favorite stainless steel lighter laying on the floor, a gift that had been given to him when he was promoted to Captain, and flicked the flame to life. “Fitting...” She bluntly stated as though she were speaking to herself, but knew the man suffocating on the floor could hear every word. “It’s quite ironic, [i]Dad[/i] that this very lighter you threatened me with time and time again as a child, will be the tool to end you.” She tossed the flame onto the living room area rug, which ignited and quickly began its path of destruction, and headed toward the front door. “Welcome to my version of hell, bitch” [hr] Czigani’s mind came around, the nightmarish memories fading away along with the impairment of the tranquilizing effects. Two male voices could be heard in the background, probably in the same room, but she kept her eyes closed making sure this was not just another false reality. “Yo man, don’t hog all the pizza bro, we need this to last us for the next...what, like five hours?” “Yeah yeah, shut it and throw me another tall boy, this chick ain’t going anywhere and I’m starved bro” The other said, his speech slurred a bit. The familiar smells and sounds of the testing laboratory and it’s myriad of equipment assaulted her senses. She cracked an eye open just enough to confirm what she already knew. [i]Fuck...still in the same place...I swear if I...[/i] Her hazy train of thought was suddenly cut off by the incessant chattering of two young techs. “Yo, yo, Jake...c’mere bro” One of them blurted out as he stepped closer to their patient still shackled to the upright lab table. “Damn she’s hot” He mumbled to himself. “Yo, check out this sweet tatt on her leg, looks like some kind of-” “Mike!, shit man stay away from that freakshow, you remember what happened to that dumbass Anders, right?” “Yeah but she’s out bro. That shit Doc Kordano gave her would put a mutated elephant out for like half a day, and you know how big those things are supposed to get!” Mike snorted, as he turned back to get a closer look at the women’s ornate tribal tattoo, criss-crossing from her lower leg and moving up to wrap around the back of her thigh and beyond what could be seen. “It’s like some kind of spider...no a [i]tarantula[/i]. Damn, I can’t see the rest of it with her leg secured.” While the kid was examining it, his hand slid up toward the manual release lever. “Alright bro…” The other warned “But this’ll be [i]your[/i] ass if something happens!” The overly curious lab tech pulled the release and the shackles securing the woman’s left leg opened, which caused him to momentarily flinch. He turned back to his co-worker, a wry grin plastered on his face. “See Jake, nothing to worry about, bro” As he turned his head back to the patient, Czigani’s unsecured left knee jolted out and cracked the unsuspecting tech square in the nose, knocking him backwards and sending fresh blood splattering against the white floor. “BOO MOTHER FUCKER!” She screamed, as the injured tech writhed on the floor holding his bloodied nose and sending out a barrage of profanities. Czigani shot the other tech a piercing stare that could bore a hole into a metal wall. “GET. ME. the fuck out of this place you shithead!” The technician, his expression full of fear and uncertainty, bolted for the door yelling for security. “Great.” She took that as a cue to expedite her own release, but was having a tough time focusing due to the remaining toxins in her bloodstream. The same toxins that seemed to repress her defense mechanisms. “You know, fucker?” She looked down at the poor kid still wriggling on the floor. “You would have been dead earlier under different circumstances, so why don’t be a good tool, and get me the hell off this torture rack?” “Hell no...bitch” He said, his voice taking on a nasally overtone. “NOW ASSHOLE!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, and a rage she hadn’t felt in a long time emerged as a ripple went through her body to awaken the mystical tattoos. She could feel a twinge of their essence rising up. “Well, now look at what you’ve done genius. You’ve awoken the hounds…” The tech, uncovering his face, looked up to see the black tendrils of several creatures beginning to pull from her skin. His eyes widened in fear. “Okay!...geez, ok…” He pushed himself up from the floor, and began pulling the remaining levers until each shackle was opened. Czigani, crumpled to the floor, the wires pulling out of sensors stuck to her body, her legs feeling like gelatin. She looked over at the lab technician who backed away from her. “J-Just go…” He said, pointing to the door. “Take the left hallway...you’ll bypass the security guards headed here” Czigani rose to her feet as quickly as she could, grunting from pain in her spine. “I don’t know what kind of perverse shit you have going on here, but if I see you again, I swear I will stick my fist down your throat, pull out your intestines, and feed them to your other pansy co-workers!” She quickly ran for the double doors leading out of the lab, unsure of just what mess she was in for next.