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speedingTouch and Sound
Implied from Young Avengers, pre-volumn 10
He felt cold metal around his wrists. Scratchy cloth, loose, not very warm—cheap clothes, only pants and boxers, his chest was bare. His feet were bare as well, and cold metal bit into his ankles. He could tell his eyes were stinging, but he saw nothing.
There was something underneath him, metal and stiff, some kind of table. It was uncomfortable. There were things attached to his chest and arms, he felt them tug at his skin when he shifted, and he could hear the low drone of machinery, the steady beep of a heart monitor.
“Serum ten, this time.” A man’s voice spoke, and Dash’s immediate reaction was cold anger. Rage.
“What’s up doc, not even a hello?” He could hear the hatred in his own voice. “Not even a bit of cheese? C’mon, even rats get cheese. You’re so stingy.”
Whoever “doc” was ignored him. Dash felt cold swab across his inner elbow, and his memory self jerked uselessly against the metal restraints, growling obscenities as a cold metal needle pierced his skin.
It pinched, painfully, and then it was over.
“Is this because of what I did with your mother last night… really, she wasn’t even worth it man.” Dash’s memory voice sounded venomous and jaded. “I had a better time with your sister, honestly. You know, the dead one. At least she was a better conversationalist. But I gotta say, you take after—“ His insults were cut off by something shoved in his mouth—plastic, some kind of mouth guard. Without his hands he couldn’t spit it out well.
“I am going to give you a command ----, and you are going to obey it.”
“Uck ou.” Dash snapped around the plastic.
“Hum the star spangled banner, ----.”
Dash felt his memory flip the man the bird. In the background the heart monitor skipped, started to speed up.
“I said hum the star spangled banner, ----.”
The noises in the room seemed to tunnel out, Dash felt the beginnings of a hum rumble through his throat before he stopped it.
“Hmm. Progress. Hum, ----.”
“Hmm hmm mm mmm hmmmmm mm mm mm mm-mm mmmm…” Dash felt vaguely sick as he heard his own voice, muffled around the plastic, starting to hum. He felt his body; tingly, hot, his head a little dizzy. Everything was strange, the cold metal seemed to burn, and while he knew his mind was against listening to that voice, his body wasn’t.
He stopped humming abruptly. Willed himself into silence.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Dash’s memory didn’t reply, the beeps continued, a little too fast.
“Unfortunate. It seemed to be working for a moment… but we’ll tweak it yet. He’s useless if he isn’t controllable. Sedate him, take him back to his cell, continue with his scheduled experiments for now.”
Implied from Young Avengers, pre-volumn 10
He felt cold metal around his wrists. Scratchy cloth, loose, not very warm—cheap clothes, only pants and boxers, his chest was bare. His feet were bare as well, and cold metal bit into his ankles. He could tell his eyes were stinging, but he saw nothing.
There was something underneath him, metal and stiff, some kind of table. It was uncomfortable. There were things attached to his chest and arms, he felt them tug at his skin when he shifted, and he could hear the low drone of machinery, the steady beep of a heart monitor.
“Serum ten, this time.” A man’s voice spoke, and Dash’s immediate reaction was cold anger. Rage.
“What’s up doc, not even a hello?” He could hear the hatred in his own voice. “Not even a bit of cheese? C’mon, even rats get cheese. You’re so stingy.”
Whoever “doc” was ignored him. Dash felt cold swab across his inner elbow, and his memory self jerked uselessly against the metal restraints, growling obscenities as a cold metal needle pierced his skin.
It pinched, painfully, and then it was over.
“Is this because of what I did with your mother last night… really, she wasn’t even worth it man.” Dash’s memory voice sounded venomous and jaded. “I had a better time with your sister, honestly. You know, the dead one. At least she was a better conversationalist. But I gotta say, you take after—“ His insults were cut off by something shoved in his mouth—plastic, some kind of mouth guard. Without his hands he couldn’t spit it out well.
“I am going to give you a command ----, and you are going to obey it.”
“Uck ou.” Dash snapped around the plastic.
“Hum the star spangled banner, ----.”
Dash felt his memory flip the man the bird. In the background the heart monitor skipped, started to speed up.
“I said hum the star spangled banner, ----.”
The noises in the room seemed to tunnel out, Dash felt the beginnings of a hum rumble through his throat before he stopped it.
“Hmm. Progress. Hum, ----.”
“Hmm hmm mm mmm hmmmmm mm mm mm mm-mm mmmm…” Dash felt vaguely sick as he heard his own voice, muffled around the plastic, starting to hum. He felt his body; tingly, hot, his head a little dizzy. Everything was strange, the cold metal seemed to burn, and while he knew his mind was against listening to that voice, his body wasn’t.
He stopped humming abruptly. Willed himself into silence.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Dash’s memory didn’t reply, the beeps continued, a little too fast.
“Unfortunate. It seemed to be working for a moment… but we’ll tweak it yet. He’s useless if he isn’t controllable. Sedate him, take him back to his cell, continue with his scheduled experiments for now.”
