Surgery

[animusnpcs]

Characters: Romeo, France, Ψiioniic, Germany, Kanaya, Romana, Dean
Setting: surgical suite
Monday: Romeo; Tuesday: France; Thursday: Ψiioniic; Friday: Germany & Kanaya; Saturday: Romana & Dean (and therefore forward-dated as needed)
Format: either
Summary: Special experimentation.
Warnings: extreme descriptive body horror/trauma/general unpleasantness
Note: Use your thread header! It has your character's name on it.

They all start the same. The red-collared retrieval units show up again, whether by force or not you're removed from your cell and brought to the elevator, taken deeper into the tower, emerging into a surgical suite. Wordlessly, they strap you to an operating table and inject you with a liquid the same color as your collar. It will remove pain entirely, although your nerves still work in all other respects.

There are five of them, and they're preparing various tools and machines. It's not like you're going anywhere.

Comments

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Panic just sets in further when he can no longer move his arms or legs or even his head. Must've been what that damn injection was for. Shit.

All he can really do is... look up at this super friendly looking thing.]

Damn every one of you, to someplace lower and darker than hell, you fucking bastards.

[And with a little effort, he can talk.]

[animusnpcs]

[There are no expressions on any of the faces of the retrieval units. Even with masks on, their faces are perfect masks, not even appearing uncaring but appearing totally oblivious that Dean was speaking at all.

A circle was marked out around his face in marker, dipping just below his lower lip around to his cheek bones and up to his forehead.]

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[Masks wearing more masks. Dean would still deck them if he could, but-- the feel of marker's tip on his skin is cold, weird, and it makes something inside him knot up and want to crawl away. But. He's paralyzed. He can't. Damn damn damn.

God damn it, Sam, now would be the best time for you to bust in and save your bro, you know? He tries to look one of them in the eye, but is rewarded with a soulless blank stare.]

Something tells me none of you even went to medical school.

[It's a pathetic, worthless joke, but Dean has never been one to keep his mouth closed in the face of eventual doom.]

[animusnpcs]

[Two of them stand on either side of Dean's head, taking identical instruments from the tray. It looks a bit like a spoon, except deeper and with a serrated edge. Then both of them begin digging through the flesh of Dean's cheeks and into his cheekbone, scooping out cracked bits of bone and cut flesh.]

[gimmepie.livejournal.com]

[It's an incredible and terrible sensation and Dean almost wishes there were pain to match and make sense of it. As it is, he stares wide-eyed at the device as it digs into his face, eyes pooling with blood eventually to the point that vision is completely red and fading.

No one can save him, he's going to die here.

Oh God he can hear and feel his skull being sawed into. The part of his mind that isn't screaming hysterically wonders if he's back in Hell, or if maybe he never really left at all.]