Post by Adam on Jul 9, 2011 2:22:10 GMT -5
He wasn’t sure how long he had been there, how long he had worn those imaginary handcuffs and foot chain. He knew it was too long for sure, and he wouldn’t be here much longer, there was a plan ready to unfold with another prisoner, this . . . Eve woman that was also captured. It seems that their names weren’t a coincidence, according to their DNA within the Animas, the two were the actual living, breathing copies of the past, the same famous duo from the Bible. Needless to say it blew this college professor’s mind, one day he was teaching a class, the next he was jumped upon returning to his home and woke here, strapped down to a cold table and forced to relive his ancestor’s past.
Oh Eve, the apple of his eye. They hadn’t know each other long, barely seeing each other except during their exercises in the Animas, but it had seemed the there was something, some internal instinct that was drawing him to her. She was beautiful, in every way, and her touch immediately soothed him. Being near her, just felt . . . right. It seemed that they had to be together when the other was in the Animas, as their ancestors would refuse to open their secrets without the other. This was the flaw that would eventually save them. Adam’s arrogance and stubbornness to be locked into the Animas without a fight would drain their scientists before they left for migraine breaks, leaving the two alone. He knew she wanted to escape as well, who in their right mind would want to spend another second in this hell hole, as prisoners.
And today, seemed no different. Adam shuffled from his quarters, tired and slightly irritated, ready for his daily fight. His clothes the same as yesterday and the day before, an off colored black hoody with gray pants, the uniform he was given by his captors, he was never allowed to wear shoes during his exercises, as the less clothing he wore, the more Adam seemed to react to his current day relative. The cold sting of the lab’s floor causing him to grunt with displeasure. He kept his hands nestled in the pocket of his hoody, a plain face as he spoke, ready to turn around and go back to bed.
“The hell I’m getting back in that thing.”
“Adam, we’re not going through this again.”
“I went in yesterday. I demand a break.”
“Get on the table.”
“You get on the table.”
“Adam!”
“It’s not happening!”
With that, the scientist turned his head to his shoulder, clamping a small device on his lab coat’s collar that served as a communication device to the rest of this section of Abstergo Industries, and as usual, called in the what Adam proclaimed to be abnormally sized Security Guards to hold him down as he was latched onto the table and the hologram visor to be placed over his eyes. This didn’t silence him however, he continued his screams and empty threats, and they would continue to be ignored as usual. His teeth clenched together in irritation, quickly tensing his body and causing his Vidal signs to begin fluctuating as well as his brainwaves, triggering an immediate termination of the program. The visor flipped back to reveal the red faced man, a victorious smirk on his lips.
Now officially tired of his rebellion, he was released from the Animas, although the doors surrounding him were locked and there seemed to be no escape. As the scientist began typing the reconstruction codes to hopefully get his beloved Animas open for business once more, and Adam decided right now was as good of a time as any to begin their escape. With quiet steps, Adam walked to the desk sitting in the distance, sitting in the chair and pushing back with his feet to be able to get a good view of what he was given to work with here. The drawers were usually locked, but he had personally seen to it that one remained opened at all times, the one that would be the most useful. He opened the drawer, growling as it squeaked and creaked and kept his eyes on the scientist who was far too busy cussing Adam’s murder of his machine to hear. He smirked as his fingers ran along the cool metal of a letter opener, carefully grasping his fingers around it and leaving the chair.
They wanted to keep an assassin as a prisoner? They would see what an assassin could accomplish.
It would surprise even himself once he realized what he had done, it seemed as though he had blacked out and let his ancestor take the hit for him. His eyes shot open as he backed away from the now bleeding corpse hunched over the Animas. This college professor had just killed his first target, and it felt . . . he couldn’t explain it. It didn’t feel good, yet he wasn’t ashamed on it, he wasn’t proud, wouldn’t boast his first kill, but would never forget it. With haste, Adam flipped the lifeless body over, ripping through his pockets and pulling off any badges and keys he had on his person, hoping it was enough for the two to escape.
“Come on Eve.”
He said, with a calm and collected like tone as he grabbed her hand, flashing her a smile as he began running towards the farthest door, flashing the badge and exclaiming a sigh of relief when it opened. With gentle tugs he dragged the female behind him, stopping at walls to peer around corners, almost like he had done this several times before, although hadn’t done it once in his life. Once it was safe he quickly made their way to the elevators, abusing the down arrow with his fist until one mimicked the symbol and opened its doors. Once the doors shut he had pressed the lowest level, taking a deep breath to let some air back into his lungs. He couldn’t believe the situation that the two were in, this was more intense on his body than he had originally thought, and from his earlier fight it was he felt it starting to strain. But he turned to Eve, his reassuring smile a persuasive lie on his lips.
“We’re going to be ok Eve, we’ll get out of here.”
He turned to look at the window of the elevator, watching the floors disappear until there was nothing except for the ‘office’. Rows of cubicles and so many of those damned machines. It seemed they weren’t out of the woods yet.
Oh Eve, the apple of his eye. They hadn’t know each other long, barely seeing each other except during their exercises in the Animas, but it had seemed the there was something, some internal instinct that was drawing him to her. She was beautiful, in every way, and her touch immediately soothed him. Being near her, just felt . . . right. It seemed that they had to be together when the other was in the Animas, as their ancestors would refuse to open their secrets without the other. This was the flaw that would eventually save them. Adam’s arrogance and stubbornness to be locked into the Animas without a fight would drain their scientists before they left for migraine breaks, leaving the two alone. He knew she wanted to escape as well, who in their right mind would want to spend another second in this hell hole, as prisoners.
And today, seemed no different. Adam shuffled from his quarters, tired and slightly irritated, ready for his daily fight. His clothes the same as yesterday and the day before, an off colored black hoody with gray pants, the uniform he was given by his captors, he was never allowed to wear shoes during his exercises, as the less clothing he wore, the more Adam seemed to react to his current day relative. The cold sting of the lab’s floor causing him to grunt with displeasure. He kept his hands nestled in the pocket of his hoody, a plain face as he spoke, ready to turn around and go back to bed.
“The hell I’m getting back in that thing.”
“Adam, we’re not going through this again.”
“I went in yesterday. I demand a break.”
“Get on the table.”
“You get on the table.”
“Adam!”
“It’s not happening!”
With that, the scientist turned his head to his shoulder, clamping a small device on his lab coat’s collar that served as a communication device to the rest of this section of Abstergo Industries, and as usual, called in the what Adam proclaimed to be abnormally sized Security Guards to hold him down as he was latched onto the table and the hologram visor to be placed over his eyes. This didn’t silence him however, he continued his screams and empty threats, and they would continue to be ignored as usual. His teeth clenched together in irritation, quickly tensing his body and causing his Vidal signs to begin fluctuating as well as his brainwaves, triggering an immediate termination of the program. The visor flipped back to reveal the red faced man, a victorious smirk on his lips.
Now officially tired of his rebellion, he was released from the Animas, although the doors surrounding him were locked and there seemed to be no escape. As the scientist began typing the reconstruction codes to hopefully get his beloved Animas open for business once more, and Adam decided right now was as good of a time as any to begin their escape. With quiet steps, Adam walked to the desk sitting in the distance, sitting in the chair and pushing back with his feet to be able to get a good view of what he was given to work with here. The drawers were usually locked, but he had personally seen to it that one remained opened at all times, the one that would be the most useful. He opened the drawer, growling as it squeaked and creaked and kept his eyes on the scientist who was far too busy cussing Adam’s murder of his machine to hear. He smirked as his fingers ran along the cool metal of a letter opener, carefully grasping his fingers around it and leaving the chair.
They wanted to keep an assassin as a prisoner? They would see what an assassin could accomplish.
It would surprise even himself once he realized what he had done, it seemed as though he had blacked out and let his ancestor take the hit for him. His eyes shot open as he backed away from the now bleeding corpse hunched over the Animas. This college professor had just killed his first target, and it felt . . . he couldn’t explain it. It didn’t feel good, yet he wasn’t ashamed on it, he wasn’t proud, wouldn’t boast his first kill, but would never forget it. With haste, Adam flipped the lifeless body over, ripping through his pockets and pulling off any badges and keys he had on his person, hoping it was enough for the two to escape.
“Come on Eve.”
He said, with a calm and collected like tone as he grabbed her hand, flashing her a smile as he began running towards the farthest door, flashing the badge and exclaiming a sigh of relief when it opened. With gentle tugs he dragged the female behind him, stopping at walls to peer around corners, almost like he had done this several times before, although hadn’t done it once in his life. Once it was safe he quickly made their way to the elevators, abusing the down arrow with his fist until one mimicked the symbol and opened its doors. Once the doors shut he had pressed the lowest level, taking a deep breath to let some air back into his lungs. He couldn’t believe the situation that the two were in, this was more intense on his body than he had originally thought, and from his earlier fight it was he felt it starting to strain. But he turned to Eve, his reassuring smile a persuasive lie on his lips.
“We’re going to be ok Eve, we’ll get out of here.”
He turned to look at the window of the elevator, watching the floors disappear until there was nothing except for the ‘office’. Rows of cubicles and so many of those damned machines. It seemed they weren’t out of the woods yet.
