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mind the manor, please (Chapter 4) |
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**Warning. This story is deliciously boy x boy. Violence too. If you don't like it, then don't read. M'kay? Thanks. The picture is from Here.
Enjoy
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 `'=Chapter 4='`
Scientific Spirit
Socks was sitting on a table, getting a small update. Ren had gone off to get food, but the kitchens in that area was a little ways away, so Socks decided that he'd explore a bit. He unhooked the wires carefully, stepping onto the ground. He shuffled uncomfortably for a second, before walking quietly to the door. He heard an odd sound though...he couldn't place it...no information about it had been installed onto his database...
Looking down the hallway one way, then the other, he walked across to the door that he didn't think that Ren liked very much. He looked at the doorknob, and put his hand on it, and turned it slowly. The noise sounded again as he opened the door. He blinked as he saw them.
There were cameras everywhere, which was something that disturbed Socks. A large bed in the middle...The gargoyle on top was making those noises...the one on the bottom...he was staring at something...not the cameras...but...Socks stepped in, so he could see. At the end of the room, past the cameras, there was a boy, trapped in a tube. It was full of orange-ish liquid. There were a whole bunch of wires connected to him, and his eyes were squeezed shut in pain. The boy's ears were long, and pointed...Socks felt a wave of pity. For the one on the bed, and the one in the tube.
Being careful not to make a sound, he stepped over to the cameras, studying them. They were pretty high tech...but obviously too much so, because they weren't even recording...He walked past them, glad the scary man hadn't noticed him yet.
Approaching the tube, he looked at the equipment beside it. There were many readings, and different charts...but he saw a sheet of paper. It read:
Subject name: Camwick
Age: Unknown
Race: Moon Elf
Days since capture: 730 days
Current temperature of water: 70 degrees Celsius
Findings: Wick has been steadily getting used to the increasing temperature. He also reacts oddly to Rio. I shall have to keep them apart for as long as possible. I can't afford to have any attractions going on. Tomorrow I will cut Wick open, to observe how he's doing internally.
Socks gasped, looking at the moon elf. That was terrible! How could that man do such a thing!?? His eyes scanned the machine's buttons, finding a dial, and turning it down slowly, dropping the temperature of the liquid. Wick seemed to relax a little, and opened his eyes. Socks smiled at him, and looked back at the bed, and nearly froze over.
The bigger man had now stood up, and was now wearing long boxers. Socks bit his lip. He didn't expect him to be so...pretty.
He was tall...almost as tall as Ren, with long hair going down to his shoulders. It was black, but had hints of brown hidden underneath. His skin was smooth and grey, like most gargoyles, but his eyes were a dark red. Horns came out from the top of his head, curving foreward the slightest of bits. His hands were long, and slightly clawed, and his wings stretched out, making him look demonic. The look on his face matched the stereotype. His lips were curled into a scowl, and his eyes glared deep into Socks' soul.
"What. Are. You. Doing." He demanded, making Socks jump. He looked at his feet for a bit, then took a deep breath. The boy on the bed was staring, as well as Wick. Socks stepped up to to the taller, looking up at him. He scowled himself, surprising the bigger.
"What does it look like, jerk!?? How dare you! Doing things like that? That's just in humane!!"
"Well I--"
"i don't care!! Honestly!! You, mister, are a...a....an idiot!!!" Socks was experiencing anger for the first time, and it was certainly hard to control.
The boy on the bed sat up, "K-kal, just calm down..."
"Shut up, Rio!!" Kal snapped, looming over Socks, "You're trespassing." He picked socks up by his hair, staring at the doll in front of him. "Who are you???"
Socks felt a little bit of fear run through him, but he stayed strong. "My name is Socks. I'm a creation of Ren. I know I'm trespassing, but you're doing bad things! And wrong too! Your camera's weren't even on!!"
Kal hissed, throwing Socks against the wall. Socks yelped as he slid down, but stood up again. "not my fault you're an idiot." He replied, glaring up at Kal.
The gargoyle looked down at socks, thinking. He was...a creation of his father's? He didn't think things like that could be created...
Rio took his oppertunity, and ran over to Wick, draining the fluid and helping the elf out. "lets get out of here while we can..." He whispered. Wick nodded, and they both ran off. Rio would come back later to help out that person.
Socks stood up slowly, and looked up, expecting Kal to yell at him again.
But he didn't. He just put his hands on either one of Socks' cheeks, and looked into his eyes. Socks was a little nervous, but he was against a wall. Not like he could do anything. He bit his lip, thinking, before continuing, "You need to stop that. You're making everyone miserable."
"I don't care."
"why don't you?"
"I just don't!!"
Socks frowned, "but that's just so...heartless..."
"..." Kal was silent for a bit, before sighing, "Whatever....I don't need to listen to you." He put his hands on his hips, his anger dying away.
Socks blinked, "You don't know how to be nice...do you?" He smiled, taking hold of Kal's hand. "I'll help. I promise."
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Chapter 4 complete!!
w00tah. Socks and Kal. Hope you like it. Sorry for the lack of update. ^^
 +A Very Merry Unbirthday+ · Thu Apr 10, 2008 @ 08:21pm · 2 Comments |
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