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Re: Prey
« Reply #15 on: January 25, 2019, 02:38:47 PM »
What a cluster fuck of a mind, Jake thought as he took a tour of the chaos filled shell that was this man. As he stood so inert and ready to receive orders, Jake began to guess what had happened to this poor soul. While the details were not obvious, someone had made this boy their play thing, and by the state of this Ego they were fucking ammeters. He began to feel sadness as he held this force of nature in place. He was almost like a rapid dog.

"Pick up my weapons and hand them to me and then back up to your previous position. Maintain eye contact." The sweet boy was gone and he was replaced by someone who had experience giving orders. His tone was like a military officer, and his authority embodied monarchy.

Then there was the core. It was all that was left. He looked at it's imposing nature, but felt the truth of who this man was had to lie inside. Jake took Luke into a full hypnotic trance, and began to condition as quickly as he could. Back up would be here soon, and the process would be interrupted. He approached the safe, and pushed into it, his mind like a jack hammer and a shadow. It was solid and destructive and yet ethereal and unstoppable. This was real power!

"Tell me your name," he commanded as he took his mental action. A technique of breaking down mental defenses was approaching from multiple angles.
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Re: Prey
« Reply #16 on: January 25, 2019, 03:02:27 PM »
Luke obeyed, moving with that same remarkable efficiency to scoop up the fallen weapons and return them to their owner. He didn’t break the occular bond they’d forged; he didn’t even blink. With his task accomplished, he returned to the exact spot he’d been standing in, rigid as a toy soldier.

As Jake deepened his hold on Luke’s haphazard mind, there was no visible effect. He would find it even more simple than usual to do so, as if someone had pre-conditioned the poor man for exactly this sort of intrusion.

For all his scorn, whoever had ravaged Luke’s mind and then locked it up had been undeniably effective. Brutal? Maybe. Crude? Certainly. But the results were likely impressive. Even with his command over the minds of mortals, Jake would find his initial attempts challenged. The vault remained as inert as Luke for five seconds, ten… and then finally, it cracked. The fissure was so thin that someone with less expertise might not even have noticed it.

Several things happened at once. Jake would suddenly find himself treated to a slideshow of horrors. He would feel as if he were secured to a cold mental table by implacable restraints while a team of hazy figures in surgical caps, masks, and scrubs loomed over him. He would feel incisions- skin parting, then fat, then muscle. He would feel himself shake and rage ineffectually, unable to free himself. The scene transformed rapidly. Now he was running, and he felt powerful. The familiar predatory sensation of a hunt would stir. He was chasing someone through a dark, formless building - maybe a warehouse? He was gaining on them, and he wanted nothing more than to rip what passed for life from their body. Another jump-cut. They were happening faster now. A woman’s face, and then a man’s, neither of which the Ventrue would recognize. He would see a mirror, but the reflection showed Luke, scratching at his gray, monstrous arm while he inspected it.

The torrent of sensory data would wash over Jake in an instant, and it would be as if he’d experienced all of it. His attention would likely be diverted by the sound of Luke screaming, though.

The instant Jake had broached the vault, Luke’s voice peeled, blood-curdling, bouncing off the walls that enclosed the bus depot. He sounded like he was being murdered, no, worse than that. Jake would feel the broken mind spasm, and judging by the scent from the blood that was now trickling from Luke’s nose, he might surmise that his prey’s brain was suffering similar effects.

His eyes remained locked on Jake’s even as they widened, dilated, and filled with tears. His lips and tongue moved, struggling to accede to the last demand he’d heard.

“L--- Luuoo--- Luke,” he managed to get out, the word garbled and distorted. With that obligation discharged, he crumpled to the ground in a heap. Simultaneously, the stream of frenzied memory cut out. Jake would feel Luke’s mind fading into darkness, too ephemeral to hold onto at all. His eyes remained open but wholly unresponsive. The lights were off, and nobody was home.

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Re: Prey
« Reply #17 on: January 25, 2019, 03:51:59 PM »
He had taken his weapons and extended both blades, holding them in a defensive position around his body. He felt the crack in the safe as he pushed and smiled widely for just a moment.

I knew they were nothing but amm-

His thought was silenced by the deafening scream of this poor wretched man, and the flood of sensory images, one worst than the last. None of these sights, people, or experiences were familiar, save for the hunt. Yet the story was very clear. Even as Jake relived the anguish, the cruelty and the sheer violence inflicted upon this mind, he was able to construct some kind of narrative from it. He had been made by some kind of science. It was also connected to the supernatural in some capacity and those two faces that had popped into his brain were the likely culprits.

Jake didn't have time to feel anything, as the cacophony of snuff porn rotted his own mind. He was amazed this poor wretch had a sense of self at all, and couldn't help but feel hatred for the people who'd done this, whoever they were. As Jake felt his own flesh being peeled off inside of Luke's memory, he let out a guttural scream, and realized it was the same one Luke made now. He tried to break the link, but the vault was actually a black hole, and his own mental pressure added to the scrambling of Luke's brain.

Turn it off. Turn it off. You're killing him. TURN IT OFF!

He broke the link, but his last command had to be obeyed and as he slurred his name and passed into catatonia, Jake dropped his weapons and ran to him, feeling overwhelming guilt. The boy placed Luke's head in his lap and with two fingers closed his eyes, as if he were dead. He wasn't though. Jake heard a strong heartbeat. Perhaps he could be saved. Jake hadn't cried in a very long time. He wasn't old enough to have lost the ability, but he was old enough to have forgotten the last time he'd really let himself go. His cries before had been theater, but several salty and thick tears fell onto Luke's face, as Jake wept.

"I'm so sorry," he said in a whisper, repeating it over and over again. Five minutes passed and a troop of Brujah rolled up and into the bus depot. Their leader was none other than Miss Lisa-Joe Hampton. She had dressed for combat, assuming this was a hit. Her combat boots, jeans and body armor almost made her match her district leader. She had braided her hair into a single long one, and wore a heavy pair of brass knuckles. She was not prepared to see Jake crying, none of them were. For a few brief moments nobody moved, but finally Jake's second in command tapped him on the shoulder.

"We need to move shugah," she advised, tone suggestive not corrective. He snapped out of his tears and misery and nodded that they would move. Lisa-Joe carried Luke herself. She was more than strong enough, and she could tell Jake wanted this human handled carefully. He would be taken to the White Rabbit. And then... And then, at least Jake hoped, this solider boy would wake up, and tell us all about the nice people in masks.

Continued in Soldier Boy
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


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