Fic: Turn Up the Fakes and Lies
Title: Turn Up the Fakes and Lies
Author: iron_fist123 and vinvy
Rating: R (language and adult themes)
Summary: Are you afraid of us?
Warnings: Profanity, Empty Threats, Caffeine Withdrawals, mild Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot. None of this happened. (Duh.)
A/N: Hey, yeah, its short. There's also some overlap. Blame post length limits, not us. Oh and by the way: WE LOVE ALL OF YOU. You read and leave the best comments. Thanks much. <3
GO HERE FOR THE REST:
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Act 3
HEY!! Scene 3 Part 1 can be found there so GO THERE:
vinvy.livejournal.com/3998.html
“Listen up motor babies!” Show Pony’s voice called from the door, “We got a slick new acquaintance rollin’ in here! Brew up some extra rations of motor oil will ya, Jet Star?”
“It’d be rude if I didn’t,” he called back from the kitchen.
Kobra Kid, still wearing his helmet, followed Show Pony inside, pushing a man in white in front of him. The man’s hands were bound behind his back and a flour sack was over his head. He limped a bit when he walked.
Frank frowned. “What the hell?”
“What’s it look like?” Poison looked at him like his IQ was 55 and plummeting. He pulled his bandanna over the lower half of his face and gestured for Frank to do the same, since their masks were in the back. “They brought us some company.”
Kobra Kid pulled a chair out from a table in the middle of the room and pushed the man into it. “Sit still and don’t speak.”
The hooded man nodded.
“Yo, Jet,” Poison shouted, “who’s the guy in white?”
“He worked in the hospital. He always seemed to look a little guilty when they accidentally killed people during “research”. He was one of the lab guys that would talk about how the virus reacted to certain things or whatever. I figured he’d be useful so Kobra and I picked him up on our way back.”
“Good thinking.”
“Thanks.” The sound of a coffee maker percolating followed him out of the kitchen. His helmet was also in place, making Frank wonder where he kept the massive thing.
“How long until I get my caffeine?”
“About ten minutes.”
Poison fidgeted then got up and pulled the scientist’s hood off. He was in his mid-forties and going gray at the temples. His forehead was dotted with sweat. His brown eyes were focused calmly ahead of him.
“Where am I?”
“Shut up or I’ll let Kobra use you as a karate dummy.”
His mouth snapped shut and he nodded.
“I like it when they cooperate, don’t you Show Pony?”
“Sure do, dust angel,” he answered from behind his bandanna.
Party Poison had shaken off the last tendrils of his drugged state. Frank couldn’t do much else other than stare at him. He held himself straight as he strutted back and forth in front of their prisoner. His thumbs were hooked casually in the belt loops of his tight white jeans. His eyes sparkled as he leaned in close to the man’s face.
“Are you afraid of us?”
“No.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Poison yelled into his face.
The man flinched and leaned back, trying to get away from the vicious red head.
“That’s a rule I forgot to mention,” he said in a quiet voice, not moving his disturbing eyes, “don’t lie to me. I'll know if you do. Are you afraid of us?”
“Yes, but not all of you, since I don’t know you all,” he replied at length, “and I’m more afraid of what will happen if you let me go.”
“So you’d like us to kill you?”
“I never said that.”
“Then why does being let go frighten you, seeing as you don’t have a death wish or anything?”
For no good reason, Kobra cracked his knuckles and leaned casually against the bar.
“I- I’m not sure. It just does. I just have a feeling that things will not go well for me after being taken by a gang of killjoys.”
“Good answer. You were right, Jet, he does have a head on his shoulders. How long have you been off the nitros?”
“Those are illegal. I don’t do illegal things.”
“Only if they don’t have the BLI logo. Answer the question- how long have you been off your meds? Mood stabilizers and joy drips and all that.” Poison looked down at him patiently.
“A long time,” he whispered.
“Since that janitor asked you why you killed kids for a living last year?” Jet Star had stepped forward.
He nodded. If he recognized Jet Star now it didn’t show in his face.
“What’s your name?”
“Gregory Morgan.”
“You work in the lab right?”
“Yes.”
Poison smiled. “You were designing the Zone Virus? Do you know what that thing does to people? How many out here are dying? It going to spread to Battery City soon. It’ll start at the ground and eat its way up. You know that, though. Have you found a cure?”
“If that’s what you barbarians are looking for you’re out of luck.”
“Ooh, he called us barbarians. I think I’m offended.”
Frank almost rolled his eyes. This was the most absurd thing he’d seen in his life- as serious as the subject was Poison just seemed to be playing.
“Can I break his nose? I’m bored.”
“No, Kobra. He might need it. Now, Mr. Morgan, you were infecting the children with the virus, right?”
“None of them survived.”
“Right. In theory, though, if someone did survive you could use antibodies in their blood to synthesize a vaccine if not a cure?”
“Yes, but none of them survived! I’m trying to tell you that! They’re still dying-“ He’d been getting progressively agitated and was starting to panic.
Poison backhanded him. “I just needed a one word answer. There is no need to get hysterical. Now Mr. Morgan I am going to make you a deal and you will accept it. Otherwise you’ll not only go back to the city but you’ll go back and have it broadcast to every BLI goon with a radio that you’re one of us. That will not bode well for your health. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes.”
“You are going to go back to your lab and cease all experiments you’ve got going. If any of the patients left infected then you will euthanize them, quickly and painlessly. There will be no need for them to suffer. You will tell no one.”
The man tried to speak and Poison placed a finger to his lips. “I’m not done. In two days you will be receiving a package from us and from its contents you will synthesize a cure for the Zone Virus. Allow me to make this very clear- you will tell no one. You have one week to produce enough vaccine for one vial. When the week is up one of us will come to visit you. You will give them the single vial and you will never be bothered by us again. Have I made myself clear?”
“What makes you think I’ll comply?”
“You’ve got a little girl,” Kobra announced from his place at the bar, “Her name is Karen. She’s seven years old. Her favorite color is yellow and she wants a pony for her birthday in February.”
“You don’t go anywhere near her!”
Kobra ignored him. “She’s afraid of snakes. She’s allergic to peanuts. She leaves the house for education at seven thirty in the morning every morning with your wife. Your wife walks her home at ten minutes after three. During recess she spends her time in the classroom coloring because that’s what she’d rather do. The school worries that she has killjoy tendencies. Sometimes she’s left alone in the class when the teacher has to take a piss.
“If you don’t cooperate I’m going to go in while the teacher is out taking a piss, pick up your daughter and bring her out in the desert somewhere. I’m gonna set up a camera that I’ve got linked to your computer, data pad and television- at home and work- drop your precious little girl into a snake pit and start broadcasting the feed to your devices. She will die and you will get to watch it all happen live.”
Frank shuddered. This man was going to have a child of his own- how could he say these things?
“Well,” Poison chuckled, “I was just going to say I thought you’d do it because you’re a good person who doesn’t want any more innocent people to die in horrible painful ways but Kobra got the point across well. Do you agree to our terms?”
The horrified man in the chair spat at him. “You’re a bunch of-"
“Bastards? Evil monsters who are going to rot in hell? Sons of bitches who deserve to die? Yeah, we know. Focus for me: do you agree?”
He struggled visibly. He wouldn’t have needed any persuasion. It was obvious when they’d brought him in that he was already a dissenter. Kobra and Poison must have known that much yet they threatened him with something so horrible- why? Just to mess with his head?
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes.”
“Kobra, Jet, would you please take Mr. Morgan home now?”
Author: iron_fist123 and vinvy
Rating: R (language and adult themes)
Summary: Are you afraid of us?
Warnings: Profanity, Empty Threats, Caffeine Withdrawals, mild Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot. None of this happened. (Duh.)
A/N: Hey, yeah, its short. There's also some overlap. Blame post length limits, not us. Oh and by the way: WE LOVE ALL OF YOU. You read and leave the best comments. Thanks much. <3
GO HERE FOR THE REST:
http://iron-fist123.livejournal.com/4457.html
Act 3
HEY!! Scene 3 Part 1 can be found there so GO THERE:
vinvy.livejournal.com/3998.html
“Listen up motor babies!” Show Pony’s voice called from the door, “We got a slick new acquaintance rollin’ in here! Brew up some extra rations of motor oil will ya, Jet Star?”
“It’d be rude if I didn’t,” he called back from the kitchen.
Kobra Kid, still wearing his helmet, followed Show Pony inside, pushing a man in white in front of him. The man’s hands were bound behind his back and a flour sack was over his head. He limped a bit when he walked.
Frank frowned. “What the hell?”
“What’s it look like?” Poison looked at him like his IQ was 55 and plummeting. He pulled his bandanna over the lower half of his face and gestured for Frank to do the same, since their masks were in the back. “They brought us some company.”
Kobra Kid pulled a chair out from a table in the middle of the room and pushed the man into it. “Sit still and don’t speak.”
The hooded man nodded.
“Yo, Jet,” Poison shouted, “who’s the guy in white?”
“He worked in the hospital. He always seemed to look a little guilty when they accidentally killed people during “research”. He was one of the lab guys that would talk about how the virus reacted to certain things or whatever. I figured he’d be useful so Kobra and I picked him up on our way back.”
“Good thinking.”
“Thanks.” The sound of a coffee maker percolating followed him out of the kitchen. His helmet was also in place, making Frank wonder where he kept the massive thing.
“How long until I get my caffeine?”
“About ten minutes.”
Poison fidgeted then got up and pulled the scientist’s hood off. He was in his mid-forties and going gray at the temples. His forehead was dotted with sweat. His brown eyes were focused calmly ahead of him.
“Where am I?”
“Shut up or I’ll let Kobra use you as a karate dummy.”
His mouth snapped shut and he nodded.
“I like it when they cooperate, don’t you Show Pony?”
“Sure do, dust angel,” he answered from behind his bandanna.
Party Poison had shaken off the last tendrils of his drugged state. Frank couldn’t do much else other than stare at him. He held himself straight as he strutted back and forth in front of their prisoner. His thumbs were hooked casually in the belt loops of his tight white jeans. His eyes sparkled as he leaned in close to the man’s face.
“Are you afraid of us?”
“No.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Poison yelled into his face.
The man flinched and leaned back, trying to get away from the vicious red head.
“That’s a rule I forgot to mention,” he said in a quiet voice, not moving his disturbing eyes, “don’t lie to me. I'll know if you do. Are you afraid of us?”
“Yes, but not all of you, since I don’t know you all,” he replied at length, “and I’m more afraid of what will happen if you let me go.”
“So you’d like us to kill you?”
“I never said that.”
“Then why does being let go frighten you, seeing as you don’t have a death wish or anything?”
For no good reason, Kobra cracked his knuckles and leaned casually against the bar.
“I- I’m not sure. It just does. I just have a feeling that things will not go well for me after being taken by a gang of killjoys.”
“Good answer. You were right, Jet, he does have a head on his shoulders. How long have you been off the nitros?”
“Those are illegal. I don’t do illegal things.”
“Only if they don’t have the BLI logo. Answer the question- how long have you been off your meds? Mood stabilizers and joy drips and all that.” Poison looked down at him patiently.
“A long time,” he whispered.
“Since that janitor asked you why you killed kids for a living last year?” Jet Star had stepped forward.
He nodded. If he recognized Jet Star now it didn’t show in his face.
“What’s your name?”
“Gregory Morgan.”
“You work in the lab right?”
“Yes.”
Poison smiled. “You were designing the Zone Virus? Do you know what that thing does to people? How many out here are dying? It going to spread to Battery City soon. It’ll start at the ground and eat its way up. You know that, though. Have you found a cure?”
“If that’s what you barbarians are looking for you’re out of luck.”
“Ooh, he called us barbarians. I think I’m offended.”
Frank almost rolled his eyes. This was the most absurd thing he’d seen in his life- as serious as the subject was Poison just seemed to be playing.
“Can I break his nose? I’m bored.”
“No, Kobra. He might need it. Now, Mr. Morgan, you were infecting the children with the virus, right?”
“None of them survived.”
“Right. In theory, though, if someone did survive you could use antibodies in their blood to synthesize a vaccine if not a cure?”
“Yes, but none of them survived! I’m trying to tell you that! They’re still dying-“ He’d been getting progressively agitated and was starting to panic.
Poison backhanded him. “I just needed a one word answer. There is no need to get hysterical. Now Mr. Morgan I am going to make you a deal and you will accept it. Otherwise you’ll not only go back to the city but you’ll go back and have it broadcast to every BLI goon with a radio that you’re one of us. That will not bode well for your health. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes.”
“You are going to go back to your lab and cease all experiments you’ve got going. If any of the patients left infected then you will euthanize them, quickly and painlessly. There will be no need for them to suffer. You will tell no one.”
The man tried to speak and Poison placed a finger to his lips. “I’m not done. In two days you will be receiving a package from us and from its contents you will synthesize a cure for the Zone Virus. Allow me to make this very clear- you will tell no one. You have one week to produce enough vaccine for one vial. When the week is up one of us will come to visit you. You will give them the single vial and you will never be bothered by us again. Have I made myself clear?”
“What makes you think I’ll comply?”
“You’ve got a little girl,” Kobra announced from his place at the bar, “Her name is Karen. She’s seven years old. Her favorite color is yellow and she wants a pony for her birthday in February.”
“You don’t go anywhere near her!”
Kobra ignored him. “She’s afraid of snakes. She’s allergic to peanuts. She leaves the house for education at seven thirty in the morning every morning with your wife. Your wife walks her home at ten minutes after three. During recess she spends her time in the classroom coloring because that’s what she’d rather do. The school worries that she has killjoy tendencies. Sometimes she’s left alone in the class when the teacher has to take a piss.
“If you don’t cooperate I’m going to go in while the teacher is out taking a piss, pick up your daughter and bring her out in the desert somewhere. I’m gonna set up a camera that I’ve got linked to your computer, data pad and television- at home and work- drop your precious little girl into a snake pit and start broadcasting the feed to your devices. She will die and you will get to watch it all happen live.”
Frank shuddered. This man was going to have a child of his own- how could he say these things?
“Well,” Poison chuckled, “I was just going to say I thought you’d do it because you’re a good person who doesn’t want any more innocent people to die in horrible painful ways but Kobra got the point across well. Do you agree to our terms?”
The horrified man in the chair spat at him. “You’re a bunch of-"
“Bastards? Evil monsters who are going to rot in hell? Sons of bitches who deserve to die? Yeah, we know. Focus for me: do you agree?”
He struggled visibly. He wouldn’t have needed any persuasion. It was obvious when they’d brought him in that he was already a dissenter. Kobra and Poison must have known that much yet they threatened him with something so horrible- why? Just to mess with his head?
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes.”
“Kobra, Jet, would you please take Mr. Morgan home now?”