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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
ćÉĪ¹Ī±ĘĻgĻ Ń cĻĘĻŃ:#BDA0CB ā ŃŠ½ĻĻ gŠ½Ń cĻĘĻŃ #F7B3DAć
|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
The door opened slowly, Winter fully prepared to attack. "It's me," Mercedes looked panicked as she propped the door open, carrying what looked like a lunch tray. "You-" Winter growled as electricity suddenly crawled through her body. "Don't try to resist," Mercedes warned. She looked frantic, what had they been doing? "That man perfected a way to control us, we can't use our powers." She placed the tray down, her tone low. No doubt they were being recorded. "What did he do to you?" Winter asked, her eyes narrowed. "I tried to escape," it was clear that Mercedes was distraught. "They've been using me, I thought I had picked the right side but- they never stop." She shivered, looking around. There were several cameras pointed at them, Mercedes was a victim, just like Winter was, just like Elise now was. "Mercedes, what are they doing to you?"
She rolled up her pant leg to reveal it, an anklet with several needles clamped against her skin. "It's monster poison, the Doctor refined it into a serum to make us stronger, to make us controllable." That was what had was infusing into her, wasn't it? "Apparently, Lydia, the Slither, used to work how. That's how she knew- she started the process on you and now-" the Doc was going to finish it. She had never wanted to help Winter, she was making Winter into a tool for the Slithers, just like the Doc had been. Her stomach squealched unpleasantly. "I'm sorry Winter, I'm sorry. I tried to keep them away, but he, he's crazy. He's obsessed with you. He and Merlin, I don't understand why." Winter's hands clenched into fists, "I killed Merlin-" Mercedes nodded. "But the Doctor has his blood." They knew about that too then?
"Do you know what the end goal is?" Mercedes rolled her pant leg back down, lifting up the tray to reveal a knife. "I have to kill you before he can finish," she said softly. Winter froze, "if he finishes, they'll win. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have to." She picked up the knife, there were cameras everywhere, what was she thinking? "Mercedes, no you don't have to-" there were tears in her eyes as she plunged the knife into Winter's stomach, the world suddenly exploding into vibrant shades of pain. "Mercedes!" The door burst open, she was ripped away. Winter was bleeding through the thin hospital gown, bleeding from between her lips. Something vital had been hit. "I'm disappointed Mercedes, your will was weak. You could have aimed for the throat if you really wanted to kill her," the Doctor tsked, rolling in. Winter tried to glare at him, but her body was convulsing.
How much more damage could she take? "We'll patch you up, don't worry my dear." He stroked her head, his touch loving, like that of a parent. Was that really what he thought he was to her? A Father? A creator? She spat blood in his face. "That's not a side of you I've ever seen before." He laughed, wiping the blood from his glasses. "No worries, we'll correct it." Something burned in her veins, it felt as though her eyes were being forced shut. "Let... go..." she gurggled, the metallic taste enveloping her tongue. Mercedes was screaming, whether it was with fear or with failure, Winter couldn't tell. She drifted off to sleep, the most painless state, her body no longer able to feel what was happening to it.
When she awoke there were bandages around her abdomen. She was no longer strapped down, but she was numb from the neck down. There were still tubes of flourescent colored liquid being pumped into her spine and arms. Monster poison, if what Mercedes had said was correct. Poison and possibly Merlin's own blood. "Zoku," Winter slurred. "Is it enough?" Zoku appeared before her. Yuuki was there as well, always worried about what Zoku might do or say. "Yes," she confirmed, her eyes gleeful. "Yuuki?" She asked, her eyes full of confusion. "No, it won't take away your ice." He confirmed, stroking her head despite the fact that his hand passed right through her. "Elise?" She slurred, feeling drunk.
"Not sure yet," Zoku shrugged. Elise... Winter needed to see her, she needed to find her, but her limbs wouldn't move, they wouldn't listen.