01-03-2017, 01:31 AM
(I was surprised that she actually had a good reason for her cooperation with Lankspur. Thought she was motivated to join him purely on a scientific interest. Sans would probably poke holes in that rational of hers, but he doesn't know the finer detail of her actions. He only know what she did, and what came from it.)
{Well, this is it. The beginning of the end.}
There was a certain tension in the air, moments after the nuclear bitch- no, Lucille's voice rang out, carrying with it her fateful answer. 'So, she has chosen to preserve her life, and all that is connected to it. Finally, finally, she has made the right choice.' Sans thought, staring down impassively at his captive scientist. It took a savage encounter in their department's hallways, several months of planning and preparation, kidnapping her, and an intense round of consoling to finally wear down all her defenses. Eroding her self-confidence, instilling all the doubt in her that she sorely lacked, and opening that stone heart of hers to the pain and tragedy she has wrought from her action.
All of that, and more, to deliver justice for her almost unspeakable acts of destruction to Tandor and its people. 'And,' he quietly tells himself, as if it a dear secret, 'To avenge all that I have lost, in her name.' Now that Lucille has chosen her fate, he turn himself towards Nucleon monitor. "If I interpreted correctly, you have chosen to conceal your ignoble past, full of misbegotten actions and horrible decisions, to preserve the peace and stability of Tandor. By extension, you have choosen to safeguard the wellbeing of your family, protecting the new life you and I have forged together," he calmly said, staring at the video of the weakened, horribly abused Nucleon. "The price, of course, is your Nucleon's life. I ask you, are you sure of your choice? There is no take backs, after all is said and done."
He turn his head away from the gruesome display, and looks at Lucille. Crying, sniveling in heartbreak and pain, with a distinct atmosphere of sorrow cloaking her. Restrained in her chair, she still manage to appear slumped over, as if the weight of the world was upon her. Like all the world's evils have come to rest on her back, weighing her down with all their vileness and sin. Well, at least all the evil that she created in Tandor. 'As if they have a Grudge against her,' he thought to himself humorlessly, unable to resist thinking of a quip about the situation she has been in.
Lucille's eyes told him her answer. Pain. Hate. Fear. Acceptance. Loss. These were the eyes of a woman who has given up. No fighting spirit remain kindle in her heart, and no faith that everything was going to be fine. All there was left, in the broken woman gaze, was unflinching honestly. She has made her decision, and there is no mistake about it.
Holding her in his sight for just a little longer, he signed, and turned his head back towards his handywork. "It is so, then. Perhaps there is some hope in you yet for redemption, however faint and damning it will be. It has taken very long time for you, and far too much action on my part, for you to accept the tragedy you have inadvertidly made. For you to forge the empathy needed to understand the plight you have caused your fellow man. Most importantly, you have finally learned the lesson you needed so long ago: Understanding the consequences of your actions, before following through with them." He shook his head, before his voice took a rueful, self-depreciating tone.
"Learning from the past, and choosing a better future: Welcome to the rest of your life, Lucille."
Sans stopped talking then, saying his piece on the matter. It is time to bring this therapy session to a close. With remote in hand, he pointed it toward the Nucleon, and pushed a button. Just like that, its life support was cut off. The various fluid that were circulating in and out of its body slow to a stop, and started to drain away from its body. Slowly, Nucleon breathing became shorter and shallower, until it stopped altogether. Its head, still bound by to the ceiling of its cage, gradually slumped forward as far as it could. The light on its collar, which had been pulsing intermediately, flashed bright red for but a moment, before blinking out.
One by one, the other monitors turned off by themselves, the last one holding the still image of Lucille's pet, before it too turn off. Lucille was obviously distraught over what happen, but surprisingly, so was Sans. He was hunched over, his head bowed, and beneath the cloak and cowl, he quietly suffering his own misery. 'I am sorry, Nucleon. Whatever grudge we held against each other, I did not want to do this to you. You don't deserve your fate, but through your death, your master has come to accept her failings. I know I don't deserve you forgiveness, but please...' Sans thought to himself, ashamed of what he had to do the fox. No matter what he told himself, everyone involved was going to be harmed by his action. Rationalization or not, he knows that what he did to Nucleon and Lucille's family today was wrong.
Maybe, a long, almost forgotten voice echoes in his skull, what you did to Lucille too. He violently shakes his head at the insidious thought, almost ready to go full tilt anger over such a blasphemy, before he remember where he was. He straighten himself out, and reached into a concealed pocket in his cloak. From it, he drew a familiar rag, a faint smell emanating from it, before he headed on over to where Lucille was seated. He towered over her, an imposing demon in her perspective, before he began to speak again.
"Alls well that ends well, and so to concludes our therapy session together. I do hope that you take what you learn today, and use it to live your life, however you see fit. I don't think you deserve too, personally, but who am I to complain about your choice? I was the one who set them up, after all," He motioned over to the monitors, almost in an afterthought.
"Can't have you awake for the next bit, so why don't you Rest for a bit, while take care of the detail of my identity from your noggin. Fret not, though, for when you wake up, you'll be back at home, with you ever forgiving husband by your side." Sans then bent over her, and just as he was about to apply the rag to her face, he studied her. She looked lifeless, like she has lost everything of meaning to her. As if she has nothing left to live for. He hesitated for a bit, questioning what he was about to do, before he sighed in frustration.
Lowering the rag, he cupped Lucille's face with his free head, forcing her to focus on him. An air of indecision hang about him, before he spoke to her, in a low, sad voice. "You don't look so happy about what you learned, come to think of it. Is it you family you are worried about? After all I have said about them, and you recent...sacrifice, I would be in shock too. Perhaps this bit of advice, from yours truly, may cure these ailing thoughts. While their lives have been cut short by the radiation you caused, there is a way to add more time to their clocks, so to speak. Ironically, it come from the same place that caused the malady: You. Through my research on you, I discover something very interesting. You know what that was?"
He paused, making sure that she was following along, before continuing. "Doing some tests on your genome, I discovered something startling. I may have alluded to it several time in our...chat, but it appears that your DNA is immune to radiation, to some degree, but I learned something else about you that was even more miraculous. Your genome was able to perfectly replicate itself, with zero errors or mistakes, 100 percent of the time. Cellular damage due to free radicals was near zero percent as well. Based on my studies, you are, through nature or your freak accidents, biologically immortal."
"While I am sure you will do a few test yourself to confirm what I said, what I say is the truth. You'll never age and grow old. Your body seems impervious to outside invaders, and you cells are constantly renewing; even you brain cells. In a sense, you'll be on this planet, forever, until something decides to cut your life short. With a bit of funding, and some planning, you can impart your resilience to your family with some gene therapy. The field has come a long way since you have slept, so it should be fairly easy, if highly illegal, to save your family that way."
He sighed to himself, before coming even closer to Lucille, his face almost pressed against hers. "Of course, if you do so, they will share your fate as well: Immortality. The same can be said for anyone else, if word spread about your everlasting properties. While it sounds nice, eternity is a long, long time. If you have learned anything today, and I would like to think you have, think carefully before you act. Know what is at stake, before you make your decision."
He drew away from her then, having said his word. Sans then smothered Lucille face with the rag, until she lost consciousness. Standing up, he walked towards the door to the room, and gestured with his left hand. Blithe, who had been patiently waiting in the darkened corner of the room, walk out of the shadows and to Lucille. With a gesture, it unbound Lucille from her restraints, freeing her at last. Placing a hand over Lucille's head, they proceed to erase their Master's true identity from her memory, taking care, as last time, to preserve the memories and experience she had today. While they are uncertain of the good that has been done today, at least their Master has finally got their revenge on The Enemy. Maybe now he can start to recover from the pain in his heart.
"Blithe, take her back to her house, and tuck her in bed. I have a few calls to make, in order to wrap up everyday today. Then, we'll go home. I think we both deserve a long rest, after today," Sans said tiredly, before he exited the room. Briefly looking where he left, Blithe picked Lucille up, before teleporting back to her house.
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*Ring Ring* *Click* "Hello? Who is this? This is a secure line, and I know you are not one of my operators."
"How astute. Well, I'll be brief, then, so as not to take too much time out of your busy schedule. Investigating that ruckus in Snowbank must be quite tiresome."
"What in the world?! How do you know that? Who are you?!"
"Well, Kellyn, I should all people know what criminal activity has been going down in those frozen waste. I did, after all, orchestrate all of them."
"You....!"
"Ah, Ah! Hold your tongue now, it is no use interrogating me. My line is untraceable, and my voice, as you can hear, is disguised. Besides, I called my buddies already, and they should gone from the area by the time we are done speaking. If that does not dissuade you, the how about we talk about something else? Like say... your wife?"
"...You son of a bitch. What did you do to her."
"Oh, I just gave her some free therapy. Based on my last encounter with her, I thought she sorely needed some, so I had to distract you for us to have some quality time together."
"..."
"Don't worry, though! Your wife is safe and sound! Our therapy session went off without a hitch and I say, in my professional opinion, that she has learned quite a lot about her failings! How about you fly back to Moki Town, and go see for yourself! She might be asleep, though. All that talking was quite tiring!
*Click*
{Well, this is it. The beginning of the end.}
There was a certain tension in the air, moments after the nuclear bitch- no, Lucille's voice rang out, carrying with it her fateful answer. 'So, she has chosen to preserve her life, and all that is connected to it. Finally, finally, she has made the right choice.' Sans thought, staring down impassively at his captive scientist. It took a savage encounter in their department's hallways, several months of planning and preparation, kidnapping her, and an intense round of consoling to finally wear down all her defenses. Eroding her self-confidence, instilling all the doubt in her that she sorely lacked, and opening that stone heart of hers to the pain and tragedy she has wrought from her action.
All of that, and more, to deliver justice for her almost unspeakable acts of destruction to Tandor and its people. 'And,' he quietly tells himself, as if it a dear secret, 'To avenge all that I have lost, in her name.' Now that Lucille has chosen her fate, he turn himself towards Nucleon monitor. "If I interpreted correctly, you have chosen to conceal your ignoble past, full of misbegotten actions and horrible decisions, to preserve the peace and stability of Tandor. By extension, you have choosen to safeguard the wellbeing of your family, protecting the new life you and I have forged together," he calmly said, staring at the video of the weakened, horribly abused Nucleon. "The price, of course, is your Nucleon's life. I ask you, are you sure of your choice? There is no take backs, after all is said and done."
He turn his head away from the gruesome display, and looks at Lucille. Crying, sniveling in heartbreak and pain, with a distinct atmosphere of sorrow cloaking her. Restrained in her chair, she still manage to appear slumped over, as if the weight of the world was upon her. Like all the world's evils have come to rest on her back, weighing her down with all their vileness and sin. Well, at least all the evil that she created in Tandor. 'As if they have a Grudge against her,' he thought to himself humorlessly, unable to resist thinking of a quip about the situation she has been in.
Lucille's eyes told him her answer. Pain. Hate. Fear. Acceptance. Loss. These were the eyes of a woman who has given up. No fighting spirit remain kindle in her heart, and no faith that everything was going to be fine. All there was left, in the broken woman gaze, was unflinching honestly. She has made her decision, and there is no mistake about it.
Holding her in his sight for just a little longer, he signed, and turned his head back towards his handywork. "It is so, then. Perhaps there is some hope in you yet for redemption, however faint and damning it will be. It has taken very long time for you, and far too much action on my part, for you to accept the tragedy you have inadvertidly made. For you to forge the empathy needed to understand the plight you have caused your fellow man. Most importantly, you have finally learned the lesson you needed so long ago: Understanding the consequences of your actions, before following through with them." He shook his head, before his voice took a rueful, self-depreciating tone.
"Learning from the past, and choosing a better future: Welcome to the rest of your life, Lucille."
Sans stopped talking then, saying his piece on the matter. It is time to bring this therapy session to a close. With remote in hand, he pointed it toward the Nucleon, and pushed a button. Just like that, its life support was cut off. The various fluid that were circulating in and out of its body slow to a stop, and started to drain away from its body. Slowly, Nucleon breathing became shorter and shallower, until it stopped altogether. Its head, still bound by to the ceiling of its cage, gradually slumped forward as far as it could. The light on its collar, which had been pulsing intermediately, flashed bright red for but a moment, before blinking out.
One by one, the other monitors turned off by themselves, the last one holding the still image of Lucille's pet, before it too turn off. Lucille was obviously distraught over what happen, but surprisingly, so was Sans. He was hunched over, his head bowed, and beneath the cloak and cowl, he quietly suffering his own misery. 'I am sorry, Nucleon. Whatever grudge we held against each other, I did not want to do this to you. You don't deserve your fate, but through your death, your master has come to accept her failings. I know I don't deserve you forgiveness, but please...' Sans thought to himself, ashamed of what he had to do the fox. No matter what he told himself, everyone involved was going to be harmed by his action. Rationalization or not, he knows that what he did to Nucleon and Lucille's family today was wrong.
Maybe, a long, almost forgotten voice echoes in his skull, what you did to Lucille too. He violently shakes his head at the insidious thought, almost ready to go full tilt anger over such a blasphemy, before he remember where he was. He straighten himself out, and reached into a concealed pocket in his cloak. From it, he drew a familiar rag, a faint smell emanating from it, before he headed on over to where Lucille was seated. He towered over her, an imposing demon in her perspective, before he began to speak again.
"Alls well that ends well, and so to concludes our therapy session together. I do hope that you take what you learn today, and use it to live your life, however you see fit. I don't think you deserve too, personally, but who am I to complain about your choice? I was the one who set them up, after all," He motioned over to the monitors, almost in an afterthought.
"Can't have you awake for the next bit, so why don't you Rest for a bit, while take care of the detail of my identity from your noggin. Fret not, though, for when you wake up, you'll be back at home, with you ever forgiving husband by your side." Sans then bent over her, and just as he was about to apply the rag to her face, he studied her. She looked lifeless, like she has lost everything of meaning to her. As if she has nothing left to live for. He hesitated for a bit, questioning what he was about to do, before he sighed in frustration.
Lowering the rag, he cupped Lucille's face with his free head, forcing her to focus on him. An air of indecision hang about him, before he spoke to her, in a low, sad voice. "You don't look so happy about what you learned, come to think of it. Is it you family you are worried about? After all I have said about them, and you recent...sacrifice, I would be in shock too. Perhaps this bit of advice, from yours truly, may cure these ailing thoughts. While their lives have been cut short by the radiation you caused, there is a way to add more time to their clocks, so to speak. Ironically, it come from the same place that caused the malady: You. Through my research on you, I discover something very interesting. You know what that was?"
He paused, making sure that she was following along, before continuing. "Doing some tests on your genome, I discovered something startling. I may have alluded to it several time in our...chat, but it appears that your DNA is immune to radiation, to some degree, but I learned something else about you that was even more miraculous. Your genome was able to perfectly replicate itself, with zero errors or mistakes, 100 percent of the time. Cellular damage due to free radicals was near zero percent as well. Based on my studies, you are, through nature or your freak accidents, biologically immortal."
"While I am sure you will do a few test yourself to confirm what I said, what I say is the truth. You'll never age and grow old. Your body seems impervious to outside invaders, and you cells are constantly renewing; even you brain cells. In a sense, you'll be on this planet, forever, until something decides to cut your life short. With a bit of funding, and some planning, you can impart your resilience to your family with some gene therapy. The field has come a long way since you have slept, so it should be fairly easy, if highly illegal, to save your family that way."
He sighed to himself, before coming even closer to Lucille, his face almost pressed against hers. "Of course, if you do so, they will share your fate as well: Immortality. The same can be said for anyone else, if word spread about your everlasting properties. While it sounds nice, eternity is a long, long time. If you have learned anything today, and I would like to think you have, think carefully before you act. Know what is at stake, before you make your decision."
He drew away from her then, having said his word. Sans then smothered Lucille face with the rag, until she lost consciousness. Standing up, he walked towards the door to the room, and gestured with his left hand. Blithe, who had been patiently waiting in the darkened corner of the room, walk out of the shadows and to Lucille. With a gesture, it unbound Lucille from her restraints, freeing her at last. Placing a hand over Lucille's head, they proceed to erase their Master's true identity from her memory, taking care, as last time, to preserve the memories and experience she had today. While they are uncertain of the good that has been done today, at least their Master has finally got their revenge on The Enemy. Maybe now he can start to recover from the pain in his heart.
"Blithe, take her back to her house, and tuck her in bed. I have a few calls to make, in order to wrap up everyday today. Then, we'll go home. I think we both deserve a long rest, after today," Sans said tiredly, before he exited the room. Briefly looking where he left, Blithe picked Lucille up, before teleporting back to her house.
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*Ring Ring* *Click* "Hello? Who is this? This is a secure line, and I know you are not one of my operators."
"How astute. Well, I'll be brief, then, so as not to take too much time out of your busy schedule. Investigating that ruckus in Snowbank must be quite tiresome."
"What in the world?! How do you know that? Who are you?!"
"Well, Kellyn, I should all people know what criminal activity has been going down in those frozen waste. I did, after all, orchestrate all of them."
"You....!"
"Ah, Ah! Hold your tongue now, it is no use interrogating me. My line is untraceable, and my voice, as you can hear, is disguised. Besides, I called my buddies already, and they should gone from the area by the time we are done speaking. If that does not dissuade you, the how about we talk about something else? Like say... your wife?"
"...You son of a bitch. What did you do to her."
"Oh, I just gave her some free therapy. Based on my last encounter with her, I thought she sorely needed some, so I had to distract you for us to have some quality time together."
"..."
"Don't worry, though! Your wife is safe and sound! Our therapy session went off without a hitch and I say, in my professional opinion, that she has learned quite a lot about her failings! How about you fly back to Moki Town, and go see for yourself! She might be asleep, though. All that talking was quite tiring!
*Click*
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
