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Post by The Fifth Doctor on Jan 15, 2011 18:53:24 GMT -5
Oh jesus, he's hallucinating.
The shear desperation of his cry.....
The General knew what he had to do, he couldn't let him go on like this, keeping the mentalist's two hands together with his one, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small syringe,
This'll knock him out, I hope....
As the General pricked the Mentalist's skin, he thought of his own mother, he shed a tear, and pushed in the small plunger.
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Post by Kenneth Cross on Jan 16, 2011 15:53:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Bleh, sorry I'm late to post)
"Great ... that's just ..." Zero looked a strange mix of annoyed and exasperated "What is someone like ... like that doing here?"
He hadn't been doing much during those frivolities, just standing there watching and getting ready to throw books at someone. He approached the Mentalist carefully and waved a Sonic Screwdriver in front of his eyes to see if he was concious.
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Post by The Mentalist on Jan 16, 2011 18:23:05 GMT -5
The Mentalist struggled in The General's grasp, continuing to cry out for his mother. He couldn't think why but his hearts, as black as they were, still had some concern for her. The adult hadn't seen her in years, hadn't spoken to her in such a long time but he still cared about her.
As the syringe pricked his skin and the solution went into his blood, he continued to shout and scream, until it circulated a little. He could still see his mother but she was a little fuzzy now, as if she was out of focus.
He watched he stop her tears, rub her face dry and stare up at him. Her eyes were black with running makeup, the lines right down her face. She frowned at him and looked at him angrily. His hearts thumped in chest, in the same way they had as a child just before he received a telling off.
She got up from her knees and started to walk over to him, still mad. His mother spoke, her own hair turning darker and darker as she went, her eyes turning blacker and her face become paler. Even her clothes were changing, her voice shaking.
"That was when I lost my boy. When he was eight, he died. He went to camp and never came back. What I got back was monster in his body."
He looked at her with a shocked look and a look of utter disbelief. The red head then started to cry a little himself. His mother couldn't be saying that? Mommy couldn't be that cruel- she spoke again.
"You are no son of mine."
The Mentalist wailed at her, wanted cry and grovel at her feet. How could she say that? He still loved her! She was still his mother! He cried and wailed as she finally reached him. Putting a hand to his forehead, her palm rested on his forehead, the two staring each other in the eyes. Her eyes had gone a jet black. She glared back and whispered.
"I wish you'd never been born."
And with that, she closed her hand into a fist and he felt his head crunch. He immediately lost consciousness.
The sedative had worked and he just hung in The General's grasp. His body became limp and almost lifeless, no fight left in him. His eyes were closed, not to be opened until the sedative wore off. Even the sonic screwdriver that was waved in his face had no effect. He was out cold.
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 16, 2011 22:58:29 GMT -5
Tylerhathan replied, "Well, the Mentalist could have followed one of us here....or......maybe someone suggested that he come to this planet. It is quite ironic that several of us Time Lords happened to show up on this planet at the same time.....I wonder.......perhaps one of us should contact the High Council on Gallifrey or the Mental Hospital and let them know that we have him....and we could bring him to them or they could pick him up?"
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Post by The professor on Jan 17, 2011 14:30:34 GMT -5
The professor said "Well, i am not on the best of terms with the council. And i am gonna go now." The professor put his screwdriver and his dart gun into his pockets. He smiled and said "I may cross paths with you guys some day again. Goodbye my friends, for now." The professor went to his tardis and took off, smiling.
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Post by Kenneth Cross on Jan 17, 2011 15:35:47 GMT -5
"Should we?" Zero shouted at Tylerhalten "Should we? Of course we should!" He growled and picked up the Mentalist's legs. "Somebody help me back to a TARDIS,"
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Post by The Tenth Doctor on Jan 17, 2011 17:10:50 GMT -5
Tylerhathan crossed his arms in frustration. Although he was used to being yelled at and talked like that by Emmehujidat, he hadn't expected this Zero to respond in that manner.
Bitterly, Tylerhathan asked, "So...let me guess...you are related to Emmehujdiat."
At this point he wished that he could tell people who he was. People would have never disrespected him before -- before the name change. They may have behind his back, but because he had been moved to the lower social class, Gallifreyans thought that they could treat him like dirt. He had never known it to be a problem before, but then, he hadn't had a cause to know it before.
Intense dislike for this Zero welled up inside of Tylerhathan. However, he would respond as he did to Emmehujidat. "All right....look...I'm sorry....I will help you get him inside a TARDIS, and then you can decide what needs to be done with him."
He moved closer to the Mentalist's body, leaning down to help Zero pick it up. He glanced over at where the Professor's TARDIS had been. "Such a shame that he took off..."
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