For Treason: Act II, scene ii
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xp_logsWeapon X has a doctor. He’s solicitous, enthusiastic about the scientific method, urbane, witty, unflappable, and even educated and understanding on gender issues.
It’s just that he’s also the absolute fucking worst.
TW: Violence, Medical Experimentation, Indoctrination
It smelled like a surgical suite. It looked like a surgical suite. They'd even given Laura a gown, let her keep her underwear, - but then recuffed her. Magnetic hinged cuffs behind her back, covering her hands from fingertip to mid-forearm. "Won't be slipping these like your teacher did his." one of the guards said, shoving her through the door to the surgical suite. "Course, once we're done, you wouldn't dream of trying. Now be a good girl and hop up onto the table."
Laura's nose wrinkled at the smell of the suite. Triggering almost forgotten memories of what they did to her when she was a kid. Every inch of her body tensed after the man shoved her. She stopped at that moment, refusing to move. They may have her metal claws locked, but she was still a lot heavier than she looked, "You are going to die." Laura promised. The magnetic cuffs tickled her skin but still her claws wouldn't move. So instead Laura focused on her training of what happens when her arms weren't available. The petite feral did a spinning kick into the man's side, while unsheathing her bone claw in her right foot. Blood splattered everywhere and an alarm was triggered. "And you still fucking idiots thinking that cuffs would save you." She watched as he fell over and she gave him one more kick in a vital organ and prepared herself for the other guards to come back to their senses.
"I told them to wear the armored trousers. Such a waste." The door to the suite slammed shut, and a calm, deep voice came over the intercom. "Now, Miss Kinney, you can kill my other guard, and then sit there with the bodies, or you can hop onto my table and sit there like a good. girl." Through the reinforced glass, she could see a man in a labcoat standing with his arms crossed. "I could gas you, but neither of us wants that for you. I don't care to clean up vomit, you do not want the hangover. I can outwait you, sweetheart."
The other guard attempted to control Laura but she dodged his attack and she kicked him in the knee and once she was more her level she head butt him breaking his nose and sending him backwards. Covered in blood, the feral turned towards the man behind the glass.
Laura stared back at the man, memorizing even facial features and the pristine labcoat. Her dark eyes went back to his and they darkened. "I'll make you regret your choice of words." Laura promised as she then attempted to get the magnetic cuffs off by slamming into the door backwards with all her might. If she could just disrupt the device that was causing it she can free herself from this and tear that man's tongue out.
"Feisty. Always so Feisty, Miss Kinney. We will make sure to keep that just so." The doctor ignored the dying guard and the one holding his nose and tapped on a tablet. "Lovely and feisty and skilled. You are such a magnificent creation. We did such good work on you." He watched as a vent in the ceiling slowly opened, and a thin, sharp smelling mist drifted in. "Gas it shall be. You'll vomit, but we'll clean you up for surgery so you won't even know. I am afraid we will have ruin that set of underclothing, but if you behave after the procedure I will see about procuring replacements."
Laura tried to ignore his words but they were just making her more angry and she slammed one more time into the wall before the first smell touched her nose. The young feral immediately got low but it continued to drift downwards and she was soon on her knees and coughed. Her senses were on fire and her eyes blurred as she felt her stomach turn and then she unleashed the contents of her stomach, which wasn't much. "Fuck you." She managed to say before she lost consciousness and fell to the side with a thud.
"Perfect. Just as effective for this one as the previous subject. Calmer too." The doctor tapped his tablet. "Second subject shows substantially less situational psychosis." He turned to the guards, and the two personnel in scrubs and masks. "As entertaining as the demand for a replacement brain and the insistence I was plagiarizing Mary Shelley was. Regardless. Prep her for the surgery, and do clean the room, and send two guards to collect Mister Gibney's laundry. I want her scent-trained. She already looks to him for direction."
--
Same suite. Same smell of antiseptic and cleaner. A touch of blood weaving underneath. Laura was covered in a fresh hospital gown, a crisp cotton sheet, and there was a regular quiet beep somewhere behind her.
The medication that kept her sedated had finally worn off and Laura opened her eyes. Seeing the white ceiling of the operating room, Laura shot up and a wave of dizziness overcame her and she held her head. That is when she realized she wasn't cuffed anymore. She felt uneasy, and strangely very calm. Once her senses were back to normal-ish, she removed the wires from her arms and jumped off the table. Another bout of dizziness and there was an itch, somewhere deep inside her head that she couldn't quite place. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She said quietly.
"Precisely what I said I would," the doctor said evenly. "Gassed you, had the bodies of the guards removed, had my assistants clean the vomit from you, removed your undergarments, prepped you, performed the minor surgery we had planned, and then monitored you until you awoke just now." He viewed the tablet that he seemed to always be carrying. "As for the results of the surgery, before I say anything, I'd actually prefer if you would tell me how you are feeling, physically and mentally. After all, I wouldn't want to skew my results."
"Fuck you." Laura flipped him the bird as she walked over to the door and tried to open it. The dizziness was starting to wear off as well as the feelings of nausea. She was still stuck in this room. However, she wasn't cuffed anymore. Laura didn't like that, that meant that they felt comfortable enough to do so. The guards were stupid, but the doctor told Laura he wasn't. Again, the itch in her head was annoying and she rubbed the area where the surgery was and and felt a tiny area of where her hair had been shaved, right behind her hair line. She felt nothing else as her healing had kicked in. Laura looked around to find anything else she could use to bash the door in but everything was bolted down. And she let out a bunch of words of her frustration, including a few in a different language, courteous of Pops No 3.
"Language, Miss Kinney," the doctor said mildly. He took a few notes on his tablet, then looked back up at her. "No adverse physical reactions," he observed. "How about...now?" he asked, producing a small sprayer roughly the size of an inhaler from the pocket of his coat. He depressed it once, dispersing a small amount of aerosolized particles into the air between them.
The moment the smell her senses, Laura stopped what she was doing and turned her head in the direction of the scent. Her pupils dilated as she seemed to be staring at the particles. "Kyle." She said a second later. Was Pops No 2 here? Another second later she blinked as if she was coming out of a trance and she started to rub her nose and eyes.
The doctor tapped something on his tablet, and a recording of Kyle's voice came out of the speakers in the room, a single word. "Status."
Laura stopped rubbing her nose and eyes and lowered her arms and her eyes glazed over slightly, "No longer dizzy or nauseous. Other than an annoying itch." Laura pointed to where they had implanted the chip, "I am physically fine. Emotionally, I am pissed."
"Excellent." Further notes were taken, and then the doctor turned to one of the guards standing near the door. "Please return Miss Kinney to her quarters with the rest of the group, thank you."
TW: Transphobia, Gender Dysphoria, Medical Experimentation, Indoctrination
The medical room was unchanged. Sharps container with four whole needles in it, hand sanitizer dispenser still mostly full, gloves boxes, paper cover on the table, folder of medical records on the counter.
"How is that bruise healing, dear?" The doctor folded his hands in his lap as he sat on the stool next to the exam table. "My colleague should never have slapped you. You were right, he did call you the wrong name. We've got that corrected now. He will be undergoing retraining, you are far too valuable for that sort of behavior." He picked up the file. "It took some doing but we have some of your records from your university. I'd like to talk to you about your use of HRT."
Jessie recoiled. She didn't trust anyone here. At least the ones who were mean were being honest. But this guy? This "kind" doctor acting like he gave a fuck about her gender? Nah.
"What about it?" It wasn't really a question. More of a challenge.
"These records are out of date. Do you take pills now, or injections? What is your dosage? I would like to talk to you about your long-term gender care. I think we could taper you off your medication." He watched Jessie's expression. "No, dear, I won't de-transition you. Your gender..." he waved a hand, made a little 'pfft' noise. "I don't care one whit about your gender. You can be any gender you want as long as you do what we need you to with that perfect mallable canvas of a body you have."
"I'm not a canvas, I'm a person," Jessie said stubbornly.
The doctor tutted. "Of course you're a person. A person with a lovely set of powers that is going to let us do so many things to improve the world. Now, about that HRT? Injections, or pills, dear? Is this still the accurate dose?"
Jessie glared at him. "Injections," she admitted after a minute, because who knew what being stubborn would get her. Another slap, probably. "What you have is still accurate."
"Lovely. Then we will continue that same dosage, but really I think we can move you to a much more self-contained process." The doctor made notes on a tablet, humming to himself as he tapped. "Really there's no reason you couldn't make your own, but I think first - weekly appointments here, lets start you off by having you shut down those nasty little hair follicles in your face all by yourself, for good. No reason you should have those active long-term dear, you'll only need them when we're asking you to do work. Electrolysis is so time consuming, why not just shut them down at the source."
Jessie's hand flew to her face, brushing her fingers against her cheeks and chin, grimacing at the slight stubble.
"That's not something I can control." And not for a lack of trying. She'd resigned herself to having to shave forever since who the fuck could afford electrolysis in this economy?
"Are you quite certain of that? I am sure that hair color does not grow from your scalp naturally, sweetheart. If you can control melanin, why not the whole process?" The doctor stood, and pulled the electrolysis machine out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. "Now, I can fetch numbing cream, but I'd like you to feel a few without it. See if you can convince yourself to shut down the whole process." He pulled aloe down as well. "Not permanently, of course. Long term we'd love for you to be able to present male or female for as long as we need."
Jessie recoiled, wide-eyed. "You can't be serious!"
She'd never had electrolysis, but she had definitely read horror stories about it online. And she certainly didn't want to experience it without any kind of numbing.
"It's different than head hair! I can control how long or short that is but I can't make it go away completely."
"Is it really? It is follicle activation. Long hair, short hair, no hair, you turn those follicles on and off. All I want you to do." The doctor started setting up the machine, wiping it down with an alcohol wipe, pulled out a pair of plastic-wrapped tweezers. "Is concentrate on the same feeling, but on the lower half of your face. I'm sure you can, with the proper motivation. Should we start with the chin? Research says that is the least painful place to have hair removed."
==
"Be gentle with her, and let nutrition know to send down fresh fruit. She'll need the vitamins." The doctor wiped up the aloe that had spilled on the tray as he spoke to the guard. "No horseplay. I'm serious, not with this one. She's our valuable little lost lamb."
The guard's face was undetectable behind the visor, but there was a grunt of 'message received' as he got an arm around Jessie's shoulder to lead her. The hallway was too bright, the floor cold under her bare feet, and it seemed like the light flickered faster as she was led back to the room they'd all been housed in. The order to be gentle was - mostly followed, minus the rough little shove through the threshold into the room, and then Jessie was left to stumble back into the main area on her own two feet.
Jessie was not at all graceful as she stumbled into the room. She was rubbing her chin and clicking her teeth together. She could still feel the electricity buzzing in them. Her chin stung horribly. Her eyes were puffy and red from the tears still welled in them. She collapsed into bed face first, whimpering and wrapping her arms around her pillow as if it could shield her from the world.
Liam slithered into bed with Jessie, holding her close, but loosely, tail wrapping around her leg. He needed to touch her, reassure himself she was okay when she clearly wasn't but were any of them really? Absolutely not.
Jessie's hand flopped around for a second before she found Liam and wrapped her arm around him like he was an overgrown stuffed animal. She found his hair and started running her fingers through it, stopping every now and again to scratch his scalp. It was what her mother had done for her when she was upset.
Shifting slightly to be more comfortable, he thought it funny that Jessie didn't want to be the little spoon. It was somehow, very her. Still, he tried to purr for her, to give her something nice. It wasn't a lot, but it was what he could do.
She did love being little spoon. But she wanted to offer Liam some comfort as well. God knew they both needed it.
"We're going to survive this," she murmured, to herself just as much as him. "We're going to get through it."
"Yeah," Liam breathed into her hair, hiding his face, but they were so close, it didn't matter. She could hear him. "At what cost?"
Jessie didn't have an answer to that.
It’s just that he’s also the absolute fucking worst.
TW: Violence, Medical Experimentation, Indoctrination
It smelled like a surgical suite. It looked like a surgical suite. They'd even given Laura a gown, let her keep her underwear, - but then recuffed her. Magnetic hinged cuffs behind her back, covering her hands from fingertip to mid-forearm. "Won't be slipping these like your teacher did his." one of the guards said, shoving her through the door to the surgical suite. "Course, once we're done, you wouldn't dream of trying. Now be a good girl and hop up onto the table."
Laura's nose wrinkled at the smell of the suite. Triggering almost forgotten memories of what they did to her when she was a kid. Every inch of her body tensed after the man shoved her. She stopped at that moment, refusing to move. They may have her metal claws locked, but she was still a lot heavier than she looked, "You are going to die." Laura promised. The magnetic cuffs tickled her skin but still her claws wouldn't move. So instead Laura focused on her training of what happens when her arms weren't available. The petite feral did a spinning kick into the man's side, while unsheathing her bone claw in her right foot. Blood splattered everywhere and an alarm was triggered. "And you still fucking idiots thinking that cuffs would save you." She watched as he fell over and she gave him one more kick in a vital organ and prepared herself for the other guards to come back to their senses.
"I told them to wear the armored trousers. Such a waste." The door to the suite slammed shut, and a calm, deep voice came over the intercom. "Now, Miss Kinney, you can kill my other guard, and then sit there with the bodies, or you can hop onto my table and sit there like a good. girl." Through the reinforced glass, she could see a man in a labcoat standing with his arms crossed. "I could gas you, but neither of us wants that for you. I don't care to clean up vomit, you do not want the hangover. I can outwait you, sweetheart."
The other guard attempted to control Laura but she dodged his attack and she kicked him in the knee and once she was more her level she head butt him breaking his nose and sending him backwards. Covered in blood, the feral turned towards the man behind the glass.
Laura stared back at the man, memorizing even facial features and the pristine labcoat. Her dark eyes went back to his and they darkened. "I'll make you regret your choice of words." Laura promised as she then attempted to get the magnetic cuffs off by slamming into the door backwards with all her might. If she could just disrupt the device that was causing it she can free herself from this and tear that man's tongue out.
"Feisty. Always so Feisty, Miss Kinney. We will make sure to keep that just so." The doctor ignored the dying guard and the one holding his nose and tapped on a tablet. "Lovely and feisty and skilled. You are such a magnificent creation. We did such good work on you." He watched as a vent in the ceiling slowly opened, and a thin, sharp smelling mist drifted in. "Gas it shall be. You'll vomit, but we'll clean you up for surgery so you won't even know. I am afraid we will have ruin that set of underclothing, but if you behave after the procedure I will see about procuring replacements."
Laura tried to ignore his words but they were just making her more angry and she slammed one more time into the wall before the first smell touched her nose. The young feral immediately got low but it continued to drift downwards and she was soon on her knees and coughed. Her senses were on fire and her eyes blurred as she felt her stomach turn and then she unleashed the contents of her stomach, which wasn't much. "Fuck you." She managed to say before she lost consciousness and fell to the side with a thud.
"Perfect. Just as effective for this one as the previous subject. Calmer too." The doctor tapped his tablet. "Second subject shows substantially less situational psychosis." He turned to the guards, and the two personnel in scrubs and masks. "As entertaining as the demand for a replacement brain and the insistence I was plagiarizing Mary Shelley was. Regardless. Prep her for the surgery, and do clean the room, and send two guards to collect Mister Gibney's laundry. I want her scent-trained. She already looks to him for direction."
--
Same suite. Same smell of antiseptic and cleaner. A touch of blood weaving underneath. Laura was covered in a fresh hospital gown, a crisp cotton sheet, and there was a regular quiet beep somewhere behind her.
The medication that kept her sedated had finally worn off and Laura opened her eyes. Seeing the white ceiling of the operating room, Laura shot up and a wave of dizziness overcame her and she held her head. That is when she realized she wasn't cuffed anymore. She felt uneasy, and strangely very calm. Once her senses were back to normal-ish, she removed the wires from her arms and jumped off the table. Another bout of dizziness and there was an itch, somewhere deep inside her head that she couldn't quite place. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She said quietly.
"Precisely what I said I would," the doctor said evenly. "Gassed you, had the bodies of the guards removed, had my assistants clean the vomit from you, removed your undergarments, prepped you, performed the minor surgery we had planned, and then monitored you until you awoke just now." He viewed the tablet that he seemed to always be carrying. "As for the results of the surgery, before I say anything, I'd actually prefer if you would tell me how you are feeling, physically and mentally. After all, I wouldn't want to skew my results."
"Fuck you." Laura flipped him the bird as she walked over to the door and tried to open it. The dizziness was starting to wear off as well as the feelings of nausea. She was still stuck in this room. However, she wasn't cuffed anymore. Laura didn't like that, that meant that they felt comfortable enough to do so. The guards were stupid, but the doctor told Laura he wasn't. Again, the itch in her head was annoying and she rubbed the area where the surgery was and and felt a tiny area of where her hair had been shaved, right behind her hair line. She felt nothing else as her healing had kicked in. Laura looked around to find anything else she could use to bash the door in but everything was bolted down. And she let out a bunch of words of her frustration, including a few in a different language, courteous of Pops No 3.
"Language, Miss Kinney," the doctor said mildly. He took a few notes on his tablet, then looked back up at her. "No adverse physical reactions," he observed. "How about...now?" he asked, producing a small sprayer roughly the size of an inhaler from the pocket of his coat. He depressed it once, dispersing a small amount of aerosolized particles into the air between them.
The moment the smell her senses, Laura stopped what she was doing and turned her head in the direction of the scent. Her pupils dilated as she seemed to be staring at the particles. "Kyle." She said a second later. Was Pops No 2 here? Another second later she blinked as if she was coming out of a trance and she started to rub her nose and eyes.
The doctor tapped something on his tablet, and a recording of Kyle's voice came out of the speakers in the room, a single word. "Status."
Laura stopped rubbing her nose and eyes and lowered her arms and her eyes glazed over slightly, "No longer dizzy or nauseous. Other than an annoying itch." Laura pointed to where they had implanted the chip, "I am physically fine. Emotionally, I am pissed."
"Excellent." Further notes were taken, and then the doctor turned to one of the guards standing near the door. "Please return Miss Kinney to her quarters with the rest of the group, thank you."
TW: Transphobia, Gender Dysphoria, Medical Experimentation, Indoctrination
The medical room was unchanged. Sharps container with four whole needles in it, hand sanitizer dispenser still mostly full, gloves boxes, paper cover on the table, folder of medical records on the counter.
"How is that bruise healing, dear?" The doctor folded his hands in his lap as he sat on the stool next to the exam table. "My colleague should never have slapped you. You were right, he did call you the wrong name. We've got that corrected now. He will be undergoing retraining, you are far too valuable for that sort of behavior." He picked up the file. "It took some doing but we have some of your records from your university. I'd like to talk to you about your use of HRT."
Jessie recoiled. She didn't trust anyone here. At least the ones who were mean were being honest. But this guy? This "kind" doctor acting like he gave a fuck about her gender? Nah.
"What about it?" It wasn't really a question. More of a challenge.
"These records are out of date. Do you take pills now, or injections? What is your dosage? I would like to talk to you about your long-term gender care. I think we could taper you off your medication." He watched Jessie's expression. "No, dear, I won't de-transition you. Your gender..." he waved a hand, made a little 'pfft' noise. "I don't care one whit about your gender. You can be any gender you want as long as you do what we need you to with that perfect mallable canvas of a body you have."
"I'm not a canvas, I'm a person," Jessie said stubbornly.
The doctor tutted. "Of course you're a person. A person with a lovely set of powers that is going to let us do so many things to improve the world. Now, about that HRT? Injections, or pills, dear? Is this still the accurate dose?"
Jessie glared at him. "Injections," she admitted after a minute, because who knew what being stubborn would get her. Another slap, probably. "What you have is still accurate."
"Lovely. Then we will continue that same dosage, but really I think we can move you to a much more self-contained process." The doctor made notes on a tablet, humming to himself as he tapped. "Really there's no reason you couldn't make your own, but I think first - weekly appointments here, lets start you off by having you shut down those nasty little hair follicles in your face all by yourself, for good. No reason you should have those active long-term dear, you'll only need them when we're asking you to do work. Electrolysis is so time consuming, why not just shut them down at the source."
Jessie's hand flew to her face, brushing her fingers against her cheeks and chin, grimacing at the slight stubble.
"That's not something I can control." And not for a lack of trying. She'd resigned herself to having to shave forever since who the fuck could afford electrolysis in this economy?
"Are you quite certain of that? I am sure that hair color does not grow from your scalp naturally, sweetheart. If you can control melanin, why not the whole process?" The doctor stood, and pulled the electrolysis machine out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. "Now, I can fetch numbing cream, but I'd like you to feel a few without it. See if you can convince yourself to shut down the whole process." He pulled aloe down as well. "Not permanently, of course. Long term we'd love for you to be able to present male or female for as long as we need."
Jessie recoiled, wide-eyed. "You can't be serious!"
She'd never had electrolysis, but she had definitely read horror stories about it online. And she certainly didn't want to experience it without any kind of numbing.
"It's different than head hair! I can control how long or short that is but I can't make it go away completely."
"Is it really? It is follicle activation. Long hair, short hair, no hair, you turn those follicles on and off. All I want you to do." The doctor started setting up the machine, wiping it down with an alcohol wipe, pulled out a pair of plastic-wrapped tweezers. "Is concentrate on the same feeling, but on the lower half of your face. I'm sure you can, with the proper motivation. Should we start with the chin? Research says that is the least painful place to have hair removed."
==
"Be gentle with her, and let nutrition know to send down fresh fruit. She'll need the vitamins." The doctor wiped up the aloe that had spilled on the tray as he spoke to the guard. "No horseplay. I'm serious, not with this one. She's our valuable little lost lamb."
The guard's face was undetectable behind the visor, but there was a grunt of 'message received' as he got an arm around Jessie's shoulder to lead her. The hallway was too bright, the floor cold under her bare feet, and it seemed like the light flickered faster as she was led back to the room they'd all been housed in. The order to be gentle was - mostly followed, minus the rough little shove through the threshold into the room, and then Jessie was left to stumble back into the main area on her own two feet.
Jessie was not at all graceful as she stumbled into the room. She was rubbing her chin and clicking her teeth together. She could still feel the electricity buzzing in them. Her chin stung horribly. Her eyes were puffy and red from the tears still welled in them. She collapsed into bed face first, whimpering and wrapping her arms around her pillow as if it could shield her from the world.
Liam slithered into bed with Jessie, holding her close, but loosely, tail wrapping around her leg. He needed to touch her, reassure himself she was okay when she clearly wasn't but were any of them really? Absolutely not.
Jessie's hand flopped around for a second before she found Liam and wrapped her arm around him like he was an overgrown stuffed animal. She found his hair and started running her fingers through it, stopping every now and again to scratch his scalp. It was what her mother had done for her when she was upset.
Shifting slightly to be more comfortable, he thought it funny that Jessie didn't want to be the little spoon. It was somehow, very her. Still, he tried to purr for her, to give her something nice. It wasn't a lot, but it was what he could do.
She did love being little spoon. But she wanted to offer Liam some comfort as well. God knew they both needed it.
"We're going to survive this," she murmured, to herself just as much as him. "We're going to get through it."
"Yeah," Liam breathed into her hair, hiding his face, but they were so close, it didn't matter. She could hear him. "At what cost?"
Jessie didn't have an answer to that.
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