Post by Xion on Mar 27, 2011 9:29:19 GMT -5
Gently, her eyelids blinked their way open. Everything was blurred, as she heard her heart pounding inside her head. She looked around with only her eyes, her neck stiff as if it were stuck in place. She was lying on her back, staring up at the white ceiling. It seemed so familiar, as if she had spent endless days doing the exact same thing. In confusion, she closed her eyes, attempting to dig into her brain for any sort of similar memory. She found none.
A shiver overtook her body, as though a draft had entered the room. She managed to tilt her head up the slightest bit to realize that she was completely naked, lying on a cool metal table. Not knowing what it really meant, she panicked. Surely this a situation like this could not be good.
She tried to sit up, but her head and neck was all she was able to move, at the moment. This filled her with more fear, as she began struggling at what she believed to be bindings, keeping her down on the table.
A draft had indeed entered the room. As the petite girl had closed her eyes to think, Vexen had made his way into the room, swiftly moving to the head of the table before she could even catch a glance.
Cautiously, he peeked over at her face, looking at her upside down.
She did not scream. She gasped, and laid there completely still, staring.
She coughed and choked, trying to find words. "Let.. me... go!" she managed to say, the tone and pitch distorted with the sound of constricted lungs. Again, she began to struggle and squirm, trying to break away from this state of paralyzing stillness.
"Please! Do not struggle!" Vexen begged, coming around to the side of her and laying a freezing set of fingers on her forearm. "It will only make you weak again, you fool."
"Don't touch me!" She squealed, a higher sound emitting from her colourless lips this time.
"Please, just relax. It will only hurt more." He pleaded. "Give your body but ten minutes, and you'll be able to move again. You have my word." He looked at her as she continued to struggle, before saying "In the time it will take for this freezing to wear off, I will tell you everything about where you are, who you are and what you are doing here."
She looked at him curiously, and silently. Her movements ceased, and she stared at him, waiting for his story.
Vexen heaved a heavy sigh, relieved that she had stopped squirming. He turned to a desk and pulled the pure white rolling chair across the floor, close to the examination table. Again, he drew in a deep breath before letting the air escape in a sigh.
"You have been here before." He stated. He paused, thinking ahead. "That's why everything is so familiar, and yet... so new."
Vexen took a moment to himself to silently review the events that had occurred up to this moment. He could still remember everything, unlike others who were suddenly reappearing, and may not immediately know what's going on. Their minds would be foggy, and it would take a few days for their old thoughts to come back to them. As they reappeared in various worlds, Vexen did not, for he had never actually disappeared in the first place. As a burning disc of flame came hurling towards him, he had just managed to portal away. Due to the small amount of energy that had remained after previously being attacked, the portal was weak, and distorted, appearing as though he had faded away into nothingness as Axel had planned. The portal only took him a few hundred feet away from the gates of the old Mansion, within the trees of the forest before it.
Vexen hid in the forest for quite some time, recoup-orating, gaining enough energy to get away, returning to his lab of Castle Oblivion. Many days he stayed locked inside, no one caring or alive enough to bother to see if he was in fact there. He thought endlessly. The Organization was dying out -- again. Finally, he turned tot he unfinished experiment behind him.
The perfect young female body floated effortlessly in a tubed tank of fluids. The face and hair clearly resembled the original being he had created nearly a year or two ago. This was the upgrade he had been working on during his transport to the Castle Oblivion team. He worked hard and silent, bettering his original draft that had been already sent out into the world, working for the Organization as a KeyBearer.
The Superior had ordered that the second, modified version of "Experiment No. I" be destroyed, as it became apparent that the first model was a failure. Vexen could not destroy his hard work.
"When I returned here, I continued working on you, my prized experiment." Vexen explained. "I've worked endlessly. And... well, I don't think that anyone knows about it, or even that I exist..." He broke off, actually realizing the extreme risk that he had taken.
"Your... original model was flawed. Too many glitches. I'm hoping that now, you will perform efficiently."
The girl looked at him, not understandiing all that he said. "What am I?" She asked. "Who am I?"
Vexen bit his lip.
"You are a creation of memories. You are barely real, but more so than before. Your name is Xion. You will remember soon enough."
"I kind of do..." She said quietly. Her index finger twitched. Her body was feeling less constricted.
"When you faded the first time, we got lucky." He explained. [/b]"Since I had already began making another model, I was able to link your minds and memories together. It will take some time, but you should remember most of your previous life, as Xion."[/b]
He turned around and shuffled to a drawer. He pulled out a black leather hooded coat with silver charms around the neck, like the one he wore himself, though considerably smaller.
"This is all I have for now." He said, as he helped her to lift her head and arch her back to sit up on the table. He moved her legs around to dangle off the edge. "You should be able to move now. Take this and put it on. There should also be some under clothes, through that door there."[/color]
With a small push from Vexen, Xion slipped off the table. It took a moment for her to steady herself, and she stumbled a bit as she took the coat and moved towards the door he had motioned to.
The floor beneath her bare feet was freezing. She shivered as she closed the door behind her.
On a counter on the room was a pair of black girls undergarments, along with a tank top to keep her developing young chest bound, and a pair of black pants. Slowly, she slipped everything on, having trouble with her legs, still, unbalanced as she struggled with the pants. She noticed a pair of socks and boots, and anxiously put them over her freezing little toes.
She hobbled out of the room, back to the one she had come from.
Vexen saw her, nodded and reached back into a drawer. He pulled out two long gloves and a pouch of jingling coins. He handed them to her.
"Since those are the only clothes I have for you, take this." he explained, setting the pouch in her palm. "When... if... you make it out of here... you should find a place to buy something more. That should be enough."
He put a hand on her shoulder, and said quietly, "Good Luck."
He faded in darkness, leaving Xion alone.
She stood there silently. Gloves and money in her hands. She put them in her pocket, pulled the hood over her head, and moved from the room, still tripping over her own feet.
A shiver overtook her body, as though a draft had entered the room. She managed to tilt her head up the slightest bit to realize that she was completely naked, lying on a cool metal table. Not knowing what it really meant, she panicked. Surely this a situation like this could not be good.
She tried to sit up, but her head and neck was all she was able to move, at the moment. This filled her with more fear, as she began struggling at what she believed to be bindings, keeping her down on the table.
A draft had indeed entered the room. As the petite girl had closed her eyes to think, Vexen had made his way into the room, swiftly moving to the head of the table before she could even catch a glance.
Cautiously, he peeked over at her face, looking at her upside down.
She did not scream. She gasped, and laid there completely still, staring.
She coughed and choked, trying to find words. "Let.. me... go!" she managed to say, the tone and pitch distorted with the sound of constricted lungs. Again, she began to struggle and squirm, trying to break away from this state of paralyzing stillness.
"Please! Do not struggle!" Vexen begged, coming around to the side of her and laying a freezing set of fingers on her forearm. "It will only make you weak again, you fool."
"Don't touch me!" She squealed, a higher sound emitting from her colourless lips this time.
"Please, just relax. It will only hurt more." He pleaded. "Give your body but ten minutes, and you'll be able to move again. You have my word." He looked at her as she continued to struggle, before saying "In the time it will take for this freezing to wear off, I will tell you everything about where you are, who you are and what you are doing here."
She looked at him curiously, and silently. Her movements ceased, and she stared at him, waiting for his story.
Vexen heaved a heavy sigh, relieved that she had stopped squirming. He turned to a desk and pulled the pure white rolling chair across the floor, close to the examination table. Again, he drew in a deep breath before letting the air escape in a sigh.
"You have been here before." He stated. He paused, thinking ahead. "That's why everything is so familiar, and yet... so new."
Vexen took a moment to himself to silently review the events that had occurred up to this moment. He could still remember everything, unlike others who were suddenly reappearing, and may not immediately know what's going on. Their minds would be foggy, and it would take a few days for their old thoughts to come back to them. As they reappeared in various worlds, Vexen did not, for he had never actually disappeared in the first place. As a burning disc of flame came hurling towards him, he had just managed to portal away. Due to the small amount of energy that had remained after previously being attacked, the portal was weak, and distorted, appearing as though he had faded away into nothingness as Axel had planned. The portal only took him a few hundred feet away from the gates of the old Mansion, within the trees of the forest before it.
Vexen hid in the forest for quite some time, recoup-orating, gaining enough energy to get away, returning to his lab of Castle Oblivion. Many days he stayed locked inside, no one caring or alive enough to bother to see if he was in fact there. He thought endlessly. The Organization was dying out -- again. Finally, he turned tot he unfinished experiment behind him.
The perfect young female body floated effortlessly in a tubed tank of fluids. The face and hair clearly resembled the original being he had created nearly a year or two ago. This was the upgrade he had been working on during his transport to the Castle Oblivion team. He worked hard and silent, bettering his original draft that had been already sent out into the world, working for the Organization as a KeyBearer.
The Superior had ordered that the second, modified version of "Experiment No. I" be destroyed, as it became apparent that the first model was a failure. Vexen could not destroy his hard work.
"When I returned here, I continued working on you, my prized experiment." Vexen explained. "I've worked endlessly. And... well, I don't think that anyone knows about it, or even that I exist..." He broke off, actually realizing the extreme risk that he had taken.
"Your... original model was flawed. Too many glitches. I'm hoping that now, you will perform efficiently."
The girl looked at him, not understandiing all that he said. "What am I?" She asked. "Who am I?"
Vexen bit his lip.
"You are a creation of memories. You are barely real, but more so than before. Your name is Xion. You will remember soon enough."
"I kind of do..." She said quietly. Her index finger twitched. Her body was feeling less constricted.
"When you faded the first time, we got lucky." He explained. [/b]"Since I had already began making another model, I was able to link your minds and memories together. It will take some time, but you should remember most of your previous life, as Xion."[/b]
He turned around and shuffled to a drawer. He pulled out a black leather hooded coat with silver charms around the neck, like the one he wore himself, though considerably smaller.
"This is all I have for now." He said, as he helped her to lift her head and arch her back to sit up on the table. He moved her legs around to dangle off the edge. "You should be able to move now. Take this and put it on. There should also be some under clothes, through that door there."[/color]
With a small push from Vexen, Xion slipped off the table. It took a moment for her to steady herself, and she stumbled a bit as she took the coat and moved towards the door he had motioned to.
The floor beneath her bare feet was freezing. She shivered as she closed the door behind her.
On a counter on the room was a pair of black girls undergarments, along with a tank top to keep her developing young chest bound, and a pair of black pants. Slowly, she slipped everything on, having trouble with her legs, still, unbalanced as she struggled with the pants. She noticed a pair of socks and boots, and anxiously put them over her freezing little toes.
She hobbled out of the room, back to the one she had come from.
Vexen saw her, nodded and reached back into a drawer. He pulled out two long gloves and a pouch of jingling coins. He handed them to her.
"Since those are the only clothes I have for you, take this." he explained, setting the pouch in her palm. "When... if... you make it out of here... you should find a place to buy something more. That should be enough."
He put a hand on her shoulder, and said quietly, "Good Luck."
He faded in darkness, leaving Xion alone.
She stood there silently. Gloves and money in her hands. She put them in her pocket, pulled the hood over her head, and moved from the room, still tripping over her own feet.