31st October 2010
16:22 GMT -5
Hang in there, sp-.
Tearitoffgetitoffgetitoff!
"Ah… Was that-?"
You made me do this!
"Ohkay, never mind."
And then the impulse is gone, and I'm shaking and shivering again and at least I haven't lost bladder control but it's only a matter of time.
"Jeez, you weren't joking-"
Why did I look at her like that!?
"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'm-."
"No, no, it's-. I didn't think it would be this-. Were you like this when you used it?"
"Nerr-nerr-nerr-nerr-no." I try to curl up on myself, but I can't because the restraints stop me and I'm not strong enough or coordinated enough to break free. "If you break your back, you immediately lose use of your legs. If your back gets fixed, you can't suddenly walk again."
No! Why did I choose that-!
"I'm sorry, that was the wrong-."
"No-. I get it. It makes sense."
I'm crying, and my nose is running, and I didn't think to put a tissue box within arm's reach. I'm disgusting, I'm so stupid!
"Ah, do you want me to-?"
"G-uh."
Keep away!
"Okay, I'll just… I didn't… I didn't realise it would mess you up this.. much. Ah, do you need-?"
She goes to pick up the ring-.
"Don't touch it!"
"Ah, is that, like, 'I'm freaking out' don't touch it, or a 'that's actually dangerous' don't touch it?"
"Duh, ah, second one. Touching the inner surface connects it to your brain, connects the orange light to your brain."
"And I think we've learn from this that messing around with brains is a bad idea." She picks up a pair of tongs from the top of a workbench and uses them to pick up the ring from underneath the workbench where I threw it. "Huh."
"Is it t-t-t-t-talking to you? Making you… See things you want-."
"You're…" She turns around. "Not exactly the best advert for orange power rings right now. And I watched Lord of the Rings."
"It's… Not the same. The One Ring just tells you what it needs to so you'll take it to Sauron. An orange power ring can actually… Do that stuff."
She watches me for a moment, then shakes her head. "I'm good. So, do you need it?"
She looks huge, strong, towering over me-. Stop! Stop!
"Could… Reverse this. Can't… Focus. Could do anything. Not safe."
"Makes sense." She puts the tongs and ring down on top of the workbench. "I could get you some kleenex?"
I… Nod, rocking backwards and forwards.
She straightens up and looks around. "Where are they?"
Oh, thank you. "I can't get ill with a power ring. You'd have to look somewhere else."
"Ah…" She looks at the door, then back at me. "I don't think I should leave you on your own. Artemis to… Robin?"
"Robin here."
"Do you know where we keep the kleenex?"
"Ah… Kitchen?"
"Anywhere closer?"
"Maybe? Where are you?"
"Paul's lab. He's gotten rid of the Evil Formula, and now he's a mess."
"You talked him into that? Do I wanna ask how, or am I not old enough?"
That little SHIT! Get up and HUNT HIM DOWN! GET UP-!
Oof! Can't-. Can't move.
"Kid, can you bring some kleenex to Paul's lab?"
"Mad Science Central? I dunno if-."
"He cured himself and he's having a mental breakdown."
"Oh. Great! I mean, I like the science, it's the mad I'm not-"
A gust of wind blows through the workshop.
"-so keen on." I squirm around so I can see him as he looks down at me. "Oh. His amygdala-. Right."
"You know what's happening? Can we turn it down or something?"
"Ah, usually that kinda thing happens to… Really old people. You know how they'll just… Come out with something? Out of character? Without thinking about it?" She nods. "Right now he's gone from not being able to feel normal human emotions to not being able to block out anything." He blurs closer. "Hey, dude."
He holds out the tissue box, and I grab-. Scrabble, snatch and wipe my eyes, my nose, my mouth and my chin.
"Thank you."
"Gotta say, even messed up like this? You're acting more human."
"Man is something to be overcome."
"Oooor not."
I blink slowly. Everything's still-. Fuzzy. I look around and-. Irritation over things not working and it's like someone just burned my research right in front of me. Completely disproportionate, but I'm getting a slightly better handle on it.
"I think.. I'm in a.. calm patch." I take the tissue box, pull out a single tissue and… Clean myself up a little more precisely. "Could you please cut me out of these straps?"
He glances at Artemis, but she's already pulled out a point arrow. "Okay, but-. How do we know you actually did it? Psychopaths are usually really good at manipulating people."
"He's not wearing his ring. Do you really think he could fake that without it?"
"Maybe? There's drugs that-."
Artemis rolls her eyes. "Hey, Paul? Wanna catch a movie later?"
I think I can probably handle that. "Ah, yes, that sounds nice."
"Huh." Wallace steps aside as she comes forward to cut me free. "I see what you mean about the smile. It's about ninety percent less serial killer."