the SEVEN-FIVE project

2004-10-09 - 8:49 p.m.

I seemed to be spending a lot of time unconscious lately; the price of being the good guy I guess. Whatever they were shooting me up with kept me unconscious but wouldn't let me dream or something like that. I could think and was aware of my unconsciousness, but couldn't do anything with it, like I was being blocked from accessing Dreamspace.

I should have been thinking about a way to escape, but I was too concerned about Nikki, Amy, and Mary. So I needed to come up with a plan about them. Just when I was getting myself together enough to formulate a plan I felt a sharp pain in my arm. They were injecting something to wake me up, whatever it was caused a warm, tingling feeling to spread across my body.
My eyes fluttered opened and Lily was standing over me again. "We need to stop meeting like this, people will start to talk." Joking is one of my few defense mechanisms; I get nervous, I crack jokes.
She adjusted the bed so I was sitting up. "You're jokes are not amusing. Are you willing to cooperate now?" She stepped back and leaned against one of the counters.
"Cooperate with what? What do you people want?" I pulled at the restraints to see if they were still intact.
"She wants to know if you'll cooperate with me; if you'll help me." At that moment I knew I was in some kind of trouble. This was the first time I had seen Cyrus since we were kidnapped and I don't mind saying I was scared.
At first all I heard was the voice booming into the room from behind my head, it had a bass rumble to it that made you lower bits quiver. As he came into the room I heard his boots clomping on the tile floor; it was that sound that makes you wary of what's coming with it.
"Sorry, but I'm at a loss here. Cooperate with what?" I struggled to turn my head to catch a glimpse of him, but all I saw was his shadow.
"Oh my dear boy, what does any person want in life?" He laid his hand on my shoulder, there was a celtic knot tattooed on the top of it and a few rings that I couldn't quite focus on.
"Me, personally? I just want to write and be an artist; perhaps make a comfortable living at it, but that's it really. How about you there Cy, what do you want?" He stepped in front of me, hand not leaving my shoulder.
"Ah, the famous Seven wit. I was waiting for it to appear. What I want isn't so simple. You want to be happy doing whatever it is you do. I want the same thing, but I want power as well. Power over those around me, power to do whatever I want without feeling any repercusions." He stood in front of me and slightly off to the side. His eyes were the palest blue I've seen; you almost couldn't call them blue anymore. High cheekbones and sharp angles made up his face, but there was still this soft roundness to it all. His hair was silverish-grey, it literally bordered on metallic looking. It was braided on the top and shaved down on the sides and back, the braids from the top were tied together at the back of his head and fell most of the way down his back.
"What does that have to do with me? Why am I so important to you and your dream?" He grabbed both of my shoulders and shook me. His muscled arms tensed making it look like his tattoos were moving. The tattoos were religious symbols of every variety, there were even a few that I didn't recognize.
"You, Seven, have been prophesized to try and stop me. I emphasize the word try because I killed the oracle who told me this before she could finish. I decided that I would stop you before you tried to stop me." He let go of my shoulders and stepped back. His black t-shirt was sleeveless and pulled tight against his muscled chest. He wore the same type of pants as the goon squad had, with all the pockets and the chains and whatnot.
"So rather than letting this prophesy of yours play itself out and see if you came out on top, you decided to capture me and what? Kill me?"
"You see Mary, he's smarter than you gave him credit for. He did figure it out."
"Yeah, but he had to get himself caught first; he couldn't figure it out on his own, you had to tell him most of it." Mary walked around the table and stood next to Cyrus placing on hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, fuck"

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