An Ordinary Checkup

Sielus stood in the waiting room struggling to understand the strange troll that seemed to be having a hard time speaking Alternian, hopefully the Doc terror here has better language skills.
For some time now sielus had been getting pain and distorted imaged in his cybernetic eye, so not wanting to worry Albali, he suck off to see the local Doc terror under the guise of getting supplies while they were anchored here in this town.

ﾒ_0 Err, 0k, can I ssee the d0c n0w? Im in a bit 0f a hurry

he scratched the side of his fin as he spoke, a little wary of seeing a doc terror, he was rather scared of them, and their long pointy needles, why did they have so many needles?

Shaking his head of the encroaching daymares of crazy doc's chasing him with meter long needles, he waited for the troll to answer his question

sielus nodded, silently wishing he had a language app on his eye to give him subtitles to translate what this guy was saying, for all sielus knew, the brown blood was cursing him.

ﾒ_0 Thankss, err, I didn’t catch y0ur name, misster?

The curious seadweller asked as he followed the assistant in to the surgery room and took a seat on a reclining hydraulic chair.

ﾒ_0 I guessss I ssh0uld 0f assked that firsst heheh

he tugged at his Ascot nervously and looked around the surgery, but was unable to catch a glimps of the doc yet

"Mamush. Radran Mamush." He nods awkwardly before moving to wash his own hands. "Not important. Doctor terror your business." 

It's a moment later when Amthea enters from the back door, her patient already in the chair. She has her mask on, covering most of her face, and for once she looks official, it's amazing considering her medical licence expired before she blew up the world. 

She moves around the room, gathering items that Radran had neglected to gather before moving to the seadweller's side, and clasping her hands behind her back, smiles down at him, taking in his appearance for the first time.
Her eyes widen. Really? Can she never be rid of this guy? Act cool, Amthea, come on, casual.
"How can I help you this evening, Sir?"

he looked up at the docterror, and gulped a bit, dam they look scary with those masks, and opened his cybernetic eye, which started to give him a head ache almost immediately.

ﾒ_0 Heh, well my eye sseemss t0 be acting up, disst0rting image quality and bec0ming rather painful t0 usse

he smiled up at the doc terror and tried to mask the pain it was giving him, focusing on her features to block it out, tho there was something familiar about her... he couldn’t quiet put his finger on it. “ ahh nevermind, he thought, might just be another doc terror she reminded him of,

That eye. That gogdamned forsaken eye. That was what got you into the mess with the guy in the first place. You'd seen it, you needed it. Something screamed within you; it was something you had to have, it would help.
But it hadn't. All that fighting. The pain on both sides, the most brutal strife you'd had since you had rebooted everything and it had been for nothing. Just another eye with no clue as to what caused it to mutate so.

You'd left it in the fridge after that and had forgotten him and even what it looked like, until now...when he stared up at you...And somehow it was back. Your breath hissed out through your teeth. A mixture of irritation and surprise, but you managed to make it sound like you were breathing in out of shock.
"Well that is interesting. Is the pain largely at the back where the optics are connected? Or at the front where the image is coming through?"

You hardly know anything about mechanics, and while it seems like he has had a few upgrades since you last saw him, he obviously hasn't learned to recognize voices, or eyes, especially when they are staring at that eye in such wonder.
"She is a beauty though, Sielus."

Shit. Did he actually give you his name?

ﾒ_0 yeah, i had it m0deled after my 0ld 0ne, itss dessigned t0 enhance pssi0nic energy.... wait

something is off here, when did you give her your name? the assistant didn't even get your name, that why you came to this back water clinic, because psionic's are a mutation in a seadweller, just who is this troll?

you reach up and take hold of her white coat and pull her towards you frowning intensively at the doc terror, she definitely looked familiar, where do you know her from.

ﾒ_0 n0 0ne in easst alternia can ssay my name pr0perly, let al0ne kn0w it, wh0 are y0u?

you reach up with your metallic fingers and hook them gently on her mask, drawing it away slowly

You have made a terrible mistake.

Your eyes widen as he grabs your coat, pulling you forward to him. His breath his hot and his eyes are narrowed. Damn, damn, damn! You've really put your foot in the load gaper this time. He looks angrier than a hoofbeast in a china shop.

"I'm s-sure you mentioned it, Sir!" You put on your best east alternian accent, force it in there, make him think you're absolutely foreign. Brilliant plan. Although your assistant is staring at you like you are mad. "Surely!"

You flinch as he reaches up, taking the edge of your mask and pulling it away. Behold your scars, the ones that are all too familiar to him. The lips pressed into a worried line that he once saw as a delirious smile, a promise of pain. You cringe. Damn, damn damn. You step back, though your front half can't move with you, he's holding you too tight.

the mask comes away from the doc terrors face and your blood pump skips a beat while your pupil shrink to pinpoints. her, the troll that had haunted your dreams for sweeps, standing above you with a scalpel and a twisted grin, you could still feel the sensation of her trailing fingers over your skin that weaved her voodoo upon you to keep you immobile, but present to all the sensations and pain she planed to inflict on you. you still had sporadic bouts of pain along the scars around your right eye from when you broke the hold for a moment and moved with the scalpel pressed to your skin and dragged it over your face. earning you a taste of her nerve manipulation and setting your nerve endings ablaze with so much pain that you threw up all over her, or would have if her control over your body wasn't so complete that your jaw was clenched shut so you filled your mouth and nose with bile to the point it almost drowned you. and she just smiled and wiped your nose before returning to the procedure of sinking the sharp blade into your ocular cavity.

you bite back the horrifying memory's and glare at your tormentor now in your grasp.

ﾒ_0 y0u...

you clench her coat tighter as you sit up drawing level with the doc terror that will soon experience true terror.

ﾒ_0 y0u have a l0t t0 ansswer f0r

a loud clicking could herd from your metalic arm as you disengage the internal locking mechinisem that kept it rigid like a normal arm and became more serpent like, telescoping to two meters in length before it coiled around your hated adversary's neck while you stand tall before her

ﾒ_0 i finally caught y0u at lasst, Amthea

Wow, you have genuinely and completely lost control of your life now. You remember when it was easy to take this guy out. Before he lost his arm - how did he lose that arm, anyway? It was so easy to get him on your table. Just stab him a few times and keep your hand on him and-

Your hand. You're still close. Maybe you can reach out, you can touch him and make him release you. Then you can run, as fast as you can, away from the angry seadweller. Yeah. 

You gulp in desperate breaths, panic settling in even as you reach out, carefully, trying not to let him notice as you do so. 

"I've...I've changed, Sielus. I'm a different woman..."

Come on, you just have to tilt your arm up, oh gog what is his arm doing? Sweet troll jegus....This is not goo-

Your fingers graze his cheek just as the arm coils around your throat. You realize too late that the gloves are still on, that even your touch couldn't have stopped him in that moment. You whimper, feeling the metal coils tightening around you as he stands above you. Staring down at you in pure hatred while you claw at the arm desperately. 


"Please...You c-can't!" 

Where's your damned assistant?! he should be helping you out of this- You spot him edging toward the door and you glare, only to have him flip you off. That rude son of a woofbeast!

you had her, you finally had her, your pretty sure you pleaded with her as well when the rolls were reversed, but the pleas hell in deaf ears, just like now, you feel no sympathy for what your about to do to her, but what are you going to do? you never planed this far, you never thought you would actualy catch her, and so easily at that.

you consider carving up her face with a scalpel, but that would be redundant, besides, you like he scars already... you look around the lab and spy the disinfecting trough and grin, its still full and ready to clean surgical instruments, perfect.

ﾒ_0 i think we ssh0uld wassh 0ut that ven0m0uss m0uth 0f y0urss

you snarl as you drag her to the basin and peer in, dang, no sharp thing in side, oh well.

ﾒ_0 drink in deep bitch !

you bark, and force her head in to the basin with your steel arm securely coiled around her neck and metallic hand pressing on the back of her head, intent on filling her lungs with water

Oh gog. OH GOG! HOW DID HE KNOW?! He's dragging you to the disinfecting basin and your whimpers turn to cries, your clawing at the arm turns into something a little more primal, all in the act of trying to avoid one of the things you are most afraid of. No. You should have emptied it. OH gog.

"Please! No! Not that! Anything but-" Your head is pushed under and something flips in you. You are filled with absolute panic. It's bad enough you were already choking but now your face is in the water and you can't help it. You know you shouldn't, it's bad, it will make it worse, but you scream.

Your lungs are burning as you fight the instinctual urge to breathe in. You're running on auto pilot, your body wanting you to do one thing and you fighting it. No. Breathe in and your dead, breathe in and-
The grip with the arm tightens and you gasp, drawing air into your mouth, and lungs. Your eyes bulge. This is how you're going to die. Drowned in your own disinfecting sank by a seadweller with a bad haircut.

The water is overflowing, sloshing over the floor and spreading throughout the room in your terror induced throes. You're still clawing at his arm, not seeing reason, not seeing that you could take your gloves off and touch him and be free. Your legs are slipping around on the ground. That is your only way of staying alive, remaining upright. Your lungs are screaming at you.

You slip, legs splaying out from under you and you kick about trying to regain your footing...Until you hit something solid.

the jolt of intense pain was your only warning that you just lost the opportunity to finally kill Amthea, the impact on your partly aroused bulge and nook from her thrashing boot sent a sickening pain right up in to your stomach, causing you to lose control of your snake like arm and let it slack off, now no longer holding amthea down, she slumped over the side of the basin and fell to the floor, with your arm still loose around her neck, you were pulled after her to the floor. landing hard on her chest as you gasp in pain, fighting the urge to throw up.

ﾒ_0 f-fuck y-y00u, bitch!

you cough, inadvertently taking in water with every ragged breath because of the water flooding the floor

You barely register your success as you slip from the sink, gagging and coughing on the water soaked floor. Water is pouring from your mouth with every cough and you groan weakly, attempting to crawl away from him despite the fact that he is weighing you down. 
"Get off me, クソ野郎." 

You roll onto your stomach hand moving to your mouth in an attempt to stuff your fingers into your throat, to vomit up the water sitting in your lungs. You succeed, whining heavily as you do manage to expel the demon liquid. You gag and cough for what seems like hours, getting as much of it out while your head swims in a daze. 

That's when you spot it. Several feet away lies your equipment tray, fallen off the table in your scuffle. There's a scalpel among the items and you try to reach for it, trying to pull away from him, to get closer. Your fingers flex and you whine, begging to get to it. 

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you goan in pain and look up, with eye watering and see amthea trying to get away, fuck no, your not getting off that easy! you lunge forward on the slippery ground and more thoroughly pin the escaping troll under your weight.

ﾒ_0 n0t ss0 fasst you snarl and take hold of her shoulders and lift your weight for a moment and flip her over before you slipped and fell upon her again, well not ideal, but still effective. stradleing her waist you re-lock your snaking arm into a elbow joint and catch her flailing arms, pinning them either side of her trembling head.

ﾒ_0 d0 y0u feel any regret f0r the pain y0u caussed? you spat, looming above her. ﾒ_0 h0w many tr0llss weren't ass lucky ass i wass! cut up f0r y0ur ssick amussement? and f0r what? a fucking pssi0nic p0wer ss0 dim i hem0rrhage bl00d trying t0 usse it?!?! you were screaming now in her face, all your pent up anger of the sweeps, unloading now in one potent wave of rage

ﾒ_0 WHAT THE FUCK ISS WR0NG WITH ALL Y0U HIGHBL00DSS? IVE BEEN SSTABBED, CUT 0PEN, BITTEN, DISSMEMBERED, PUT TH0UGHT TABLESS, SST0MPED 0N, AND HAD MY SSCULL BEATEN 0PEN BECAUSSE 0F Y0U FUCKSS, D0 I HAVE A FUCKING CURSSE, ALL INDIG0'SS, C0ME BEAT 0N THE 0NLY SSEADWELLER THAT CANT FUCKING SSWIM! FUCK Y0U, FUCK Y0UR CASST, AND FUCK Y0UR MESSSSIAH.

you were panting now, unsure why you were even yelling at her, or if you even wanted to kill her, she caused so much pain and haunted your dreams, but.... so did adolfo, and you forgave him... even after he ate your arm, but... she smiled while she tortured you, Ado hurt you in the heat of battle...

you lean in close and whisper

ﾒ_0 give me 0ne reass0n i ssh0uldn't carve y0u 0pen and perf0rm my 0wn experimentss?

You shout in surprise as he falls on you, pinning you down for the first time. You struggle. Slipping about on the sopping floor like an eel caught in a net. Only you're no eel, you're a wolf, and you're totally prepared to tear out his throat if he dares attempt to hurt you again.

It's not like you don't deserve it. You did do some terrible things to him. But you have to get hive. You have to return to Corvus and to everyone else. You can't die here in a backwater clinic in East Alternia...It's not how someone like you should go out.

And then he flips you, only to fall down on you and knock the wind from your lungs. You're groaning in pain, and move to hold your aching chest, only to have your hands snatched up and held down above your head by his metal arm. Despite it all you can't help but grin in that moment.

"Didn't realize you were so kink-" Damn, you don't get to finish before he starts screaming at you. He's furious and you realize how much trouble you're in. He's mad. Madder than he should be. And then you hear it. He's been attacked time and again by purplebloods, of course he would have a grudge for your caste...and you probably started the events. So he'd hold it all on you. Damn. 

You wait for him to finish, face stoic even as his spit sprays everywhere from his yelling. When he's done he stares down at you, leans close and whispers. You shudder, closing your eyes and breathing carefully through your nose, feeling the heaviness in your lungs despite it all. 
"Because you're not that kind of troll, Sielus. You're smarter than that. And far more merciful than I was. Yes, I was cruel, horrible. I deserve everything you want to do to me and more. But I do regret it. I regret almost everything I do every night." 

Another deep breath. You're shaking, staring up at him.  

"And besides, from how much pain you felt before...I'm guessing you enjoyed hurting me."

Then you arch your back, feeling your shoulder pop slightly as you do so due to your hands being held down, but you manage to lift your head high enough to crush your lips to his. It's a good enough distraction as any. Bastard deserves another kick to the nook, but that's too cruel even for you.

the kiss took you by surprise, triggering a a state pf panic in your mind, what! why! i tried to kill you! what? don't kiss me! why are we still kissing! stop it! despite your efforts to keep a straight line of thought and take command of your body, you were starring wide eyed and lips locked with the troll that tormented your life and a dark memory and a source of pain, yet you couldn't break the kiss, no matter how much your mind screamed that you hated it, something held you there something you never associated with this troll when ever your mind dredged up the past experience with her. you felt contempt, anger, hatred, and loathing when you thought back to your first encounter with the knife wielding indigo, but this was the first time you ever felt... attraction.

why? why are you feeling this? and why did she apologize and say she regretted her actions? dam it, now it's harder to stay mad at her, to blame her for all the terrible things that has made up your life, harder to want to cut her throat and silence her forever.

the spark of attraction turned to a flame of lust as your grip on her constrained hands loosened to the point that your steel claw was only resting atop her supple hands, your body was no longer ridged in panic and anger, now it relaxed and lent in to Amthea to deepen the kiss, against every rational shred of reason your mind could scream its disapproval and moral outrage, your physical being took no heed, only wanting to ravage her soft lips and embrace her lithe form in worship

what is wrong with me this is wrong... why does she smell so nice... FUCK.

you part from the kiss after what feels like a agonizing eternity and gaze with half lidded eyes upon Amthea, ﾒ_0 y0u d0 desserve every thing i planed f0r y0u in my darkesst fantassy'ss, but y0ur half right, i'm n0t that ss0rt 0f tr0ll, i d0 ssh0w mercy, and i d0 have empathy. you reply with a edge of malice to your voice

ﾒ_0 i w0nt deny that i didnt enj0y my ssmall revenge 0n y0u, and that i w0uld like t0 sseal y0ur end, but that w0nt turn back the cl0ck and repair the damage y0u caussed. im alss0 curi0uss t0 ssee if y0u truly changed, if y0u c0uld actually change at all, i'll be keeping an eye 0n y0u fr0m n0w 0n Amthea Faunuss, if i get wind 0f an0ther tr0ll ssuffering at y0ur handss f0rthe ssake 0f y0ur inane curi0ssity... you lean in and rasp your final words i'll bury y0u alive in a glassss b0x at the b0ttem 0f the ssea

With the kiss you flood his mind with endorphins, with oxytocin and all the other wonderful chemicals that produced a feeling of closeness, of affection. Anything to stay alive another night. His grip on your wrists loose you slip them from beneath his arm and wrap them around his shoulders, fingers splaying in his hair. The extra contact makes it that much easier to draw yourself into his mind. 

Behind closed lids your eyes are flashing, switching between the colors that proved your use of voodoos. You couldn't open them and let him know that it was why he was now deepening the kiss, and why you were shifting beneath him in the attempt to gain more contact to pull him deeper into your thrall.

But then he parts from you, and inwardly you scream, but instead you release him from your powers and open your eyes as well, blinking several times, your breathing a disaster. 
"You act as if I don't know that I deserve it all." You whisper. "You must remember that I let you live, however..." 

The smile is little more than the corner of your mouth quirked up ever so slightly. But that drops the moment he speaks again, and you shudder even as your eyes widen at the threat, a low whine forming in the back of your throat.
"I'm done with that. I haven't touched a troll in malice for over a sweep, more even." Your voice wavers however. It had been a very long time but that didn't mean you couldn't fall back. "Even so...it was never a curiosity...I had purpose...I was just doing the job I was charged by the empire."

ﾒ_0 a j0b? fr0m the empire? you repeat, barely noticing in your single mindedness that her hands were now at your back, holding you in an almost affectionate embrace. ﾒ_0 the empire t0ld y0u t0 abduct tr0llss? to cut in t0 their flessh and sspill their bl00d? to disscard them like a ussed bucket? i ssurvived n0t 0ut 0f y0ur kindnessss, but 0f your indifference t0 what my life was w0rth.

your voice was steely calm now, as apposed to your earlier outburst of rage. there wasn't much point in layering on more threats or yelling any more, you had her were you wanted her, her life at your mercy, it gave you a sense of triumph, like defeating a long life rival, but was this the final victory you were initially seeking? or something else? you still felt the confusing flame of lust for the troll beneath you, urging you to take her, but caution stood in the way of pursuing the unexpected passion inside you.

ﾒ_0 what am i w0rth n0w? am i w0rth killing? ssaving? an0ther r0und 0n the experimentati0n table? you ask as you cup her face between your hands and gaze in to her mismatched eyes, slowly drinking in every feature and scar, why are you still embracing her? you still cant answer that, nor can you think of a reason to leave.

"They told me to find what I had to and gave me the funds. They told me to use any means necessary and even when they found out how I was doing it they told me to keep up the good work." You take a deep breath, fingers playing over his back. You can feel the nerve endings like they are little sparks attracted to your fingers as they glide. You do not act upon their willingness to join with you, however. "So yes, they told me to abduct trolls...and you survived because I did not expect you to be so strong, yes. I failed in that aspect. But even so you would have died if I had drained you completely, which I did not."

He takes your face between his hands, whispering to you in such a way that makes you want to throw him off you and flee, not that you don't already want to do that. You finally connect to him again as you respond. 
"You are worth your body and soul, and your life is yours, Sielus. I didn't mean you harm when you were in the chair before, and I do not mean you harm now. The only time i've hurt you here is when I slipped and was trying to regain my footing. So if that isn't any indication that I don't intend you harm I don't know what is." 
You're prying at his mind, making him want to remove himself from your body. And at least consider letting you look at him. But they're merely suggestions that you are placing. the rest is up to him.