Subject: [OTL]: HellsX 21 Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 04:51:10 -0700 (PDT) From: D Benway HellsX [21:45] Playtime Produced by Benway. See notes for disclaimer. _______________________________________________________________________________ Kitty stood next to Emma Frost in the observation room, watching Tim in his cell. He was pacing, back and forth. He looked tired. He was holding his arms tightly against his body. "Looks cold," said Kitty. "He should be," said Frost. "It's 50 degrees in there." "On purpose?" said Kitty. "Of course," said Frost. "We can go from Winter in Belfast to Summer in Jerusalem in fifteen minutes. He spent the night in July in Kinshasa." "He said anything?" said Kitty. "Not yet," said Frost. "I'm very happy to see you taking an interest, Katherine. I was beginning to worry about your apathy. Creatures of the night are generally more aggressive in pursuit of their appetites than you are." "Said I couldn't eat them," said Kitty. "You'll have your opportunity," said Frost. "Bathroom," said Kitty. "Excuse me?" said Frost. "Where's he go?" said Kitty. "The hole in the corner," said Frost. "It's almost impossible for him not to make a mess, and we can deliberately have the drain back up while he's using it. Classic technique." "Bruise," said Kitty. "On his face." "We're starting to get a bit more physical," said Frost. "Nothing too heavy, yet." "Who is?" said Kitty. "The guards," said Frost. "Dr. McCoy is always on hand to make sure things don't get out of control." "Want to see-," said Kitty. "No," said Frost. "Not at this stage in his interrogation." "Want to see the other one," said Kitty. "The girlfriend." "Why?" said Frost. "Just do," said Kitty. "Holding cell F-23," said Frost. "Take the third cross-corridor, and it's on the left at the end of the hall." It didn't take Kitty long to find it. The door was steel, and it unlocked the moment that she stood in front of it. Inside, floors, walls, and ceiling were damp, unpainted concrete. It did not ever seem to have been cleaned. There were piles of garbage everywhere. In the back, in an alcove, one of the piles began to moan. The girl was huddled there, pressed as far back into the corner as far as she could go. Kitty could smell the fear. It was exquisite. She watched two blue eyes tracking her, trying not to be seen. There was nowhere the girl could escape to. Kitty could smell the blood in her, surging through body driven by her terrified heart. The girl was fat like the old-fashioned gymnasts, the ones who didn't care how they looked in tights. She was wearing a filthy hippy-style top, and jeans. The girl's hands were covered in scabs and scrapes. Kitty could smell that there were other scabs under her clothes, bleeding, just a little. "Help me?" said the girl, in a very tiny voice. Kitty crouched down, her face only inches from the girl's, and took the girl's hands in her own. "They hurt me," said the girl. Kitty could not take her eyes off the scabs. She flexed the girl's hand gently. Just under a scab, a tiny bead of fresh blood beaded. Kitty moaned. Frost hadn't said anything about not eating this one, and it looked so cheap. Drake had been slumming it, filthening himself with something this gross. She looked into the girl's eyes, which were now wide with terror. "Jesus," said the girl. "Jesus save me." The girl tried to bolt. Kitty slammed her back into the corner and pinned her there. The girl writhed, her head stretching up and back. Kitty looked at the long stretch of pale skin between windpipe and the sheet of muscle at the side. The vein was there, pulsing right under the skin. Kitty was drooling, all over the girl's top. She licked the skin, her fangs a fraction of an inch over the near-paper-thin tissue that separated her from the river of rich, hot blood, which, with the slightest cut, would course into mouth, satisfying the never-ending hunger. If she was weak. "Stop," said the voice from somewhere in the ceiling. Even with the electronic masking, she knew the voice of her Master. "Come," said Frost. "Yes, my Master," said Kitty. When she reached the observation room, Frost didn't even look up as she entered. Instead, she was watching Tim running through a set of aikido exercises. "He's good," said Frost. "Pity that he's a moral imbecile." "You going to brainwash him?" said Kitty. "The only thing he can be used for is as a source of information," said Frost. "After that, he will be of no use to anyone. And I did not intend for your feeding opportunity to be today." "Wasn't going to-" said Kitty. "She is also not to be touched," said Frost. "There may still be something she hasn't told us." "You said she didn't know anything," said Kitty. "You read her mind." "What little there is of it," said Frost. "It's not like there's an index for me to use. Somewhere in that mess may be something that she doesn't know that she knows. We're going after that, next week." "And then?" said Kitty. "We may still need her, if physical methods don't work on your rapist, there," said Frost. "And then?" said Kitty. For the first time, she saw the Professor smile. [Next: In The Elevator]