Tainted Time
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Adult +
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17
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3,960
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19
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Living to Die
Chapter 6
Living to Die
He knew he should be in pain. One doesn’t take a bullet to the gut and not be in some degree of pain. Even after surgery. Yet he felt nothing of the sort. Forcing his sluggish eyes open, Zenigata blinked slowly at the ceiling. *Drugs* his mind whispered. That’s right. They had drugged him off his ass. That would also explain why the ceiling seemed to be moving
He didn’t want to be drugged. Hell... he didn’t even wait to be alive. That’s why they outfitted him with this bag of lord only knows what. Before this, before they operated on him, he had pulled out everything stuck in him that was keeping him alive.
But it appeared they really really wanted him to stay in the land of the living, to use him against Lupin. Alarms had went off as he threw the gathered tubes and wires to the floor. He was fading fast, falling into the dark he welcomed. Until a needle bit into his cold flesh, slowing his fall into deaths arms as the removed items were replaced.
Ever since that last attempt at dying, he had been swimming in a non-stop drugged haze. “Damn it...” he muttered, eyeing the IV. *Why not pull it out? * Now there was a question. Why couldn’t he? Why didn’t he do it before now? Unsteady, the cop reached for the IV, sluggish fingers closing on the cool tubing. One good yank upwards... If he couldn’t die for what he did, he should at least be in pain.
"Trying it again, Pig?" The gruff voice was a mix of anger and amusement.
Again? Trying what again?
"That’s another day your friend will be without water." Shit. He had tried it before. The man on guard laughed as Zenigata fell back against the pillows of him wannabe~ hospital bed the defeat almost oozing off of him. Every thought and movement was an effort. Double shit. Again, because of him, Lupin was suffering.
"Four days without water… you must not care about the thief very much." Zenigata wanted to shove that laugh right back down his foul mouth. Fuming with important rage, Zenigata could only hope he didn’t try it again, later, the drug having erased his memory of the other four tries.
Four tries.......... Something wasn’t adding up...Zenigata forced his addled brain to think, to fill in the blank, to connect the dots. Anything. "Four days…" he said aloud, musing. Son of a Bitch. He knew why it wasn’t sounding right.
There was nothing here that could hold the master thief that long and he knew it. Shit. Shitshitshit. Lupin was staying because of him and him only. Lupin could of left on the first day, in the first hour. Yet he was still here. Guilt poured over the Inspector at the realization.
"Oh, hello Marge"
Drawn for a second out of his self-loathing, Zenigata looked to the woman that had just entered the room. "Hello Matt. Jim sent me to ask you to go over sector 3. Someone spotted a pretty wounded deer out that way. We don’t need it dying on the grounds and stinking up the place."
Marge gave a small sigh of relief as he took her words for true. Not that he would question them. Jim often sent her on such errands. As soon as the door closed behind him, Marge moved swiftly to the injured mans side.
"Wow… they really have you drugged up." She commented, noting his almost blank gaze. She watched as he fought with himself to make some sort of sentence.
"What do you want?" He finally managed.
Marge smiled lightly at him. "Lupin asked me to check on you." She reached over and turned off the drip control on the IV. The man sighed as he watched her "I will have to turn it back up when I leave." She knew enough of the cults ways to realize the high narcotics levels in the mans blood wasn’t just for his comfort.
"Tell him I’m dead." He said simply.
Marge stared slack jawed. Tell him what? "But-" He shook his head, speaking.
"No. Tell him I’m dead. I know the little punk could of left at anytime. I don’t want him staying here for me. If he believes I’m dead, he will leave." Already it seemed his mind was clearing, his words coming at a more normal pace, his eyes less glazed. In fact, they were taking on a hard calculating look.
He was serious in his request. Sighing, Marge moved back to the IV, turning the drip back on, but at a lesser pace. She wasn’t going to do that, no matter how badly it seemed he wanted Lupin to believe. But, she wasn’t going to tell the injured man that. Pretend she would deliver the message chosen. "I have to go now… umm....." Hell, what was his name?
"Insp--...... Zenigata, Just Zenigata" He offered, feeling as the slow drops began to take over again. It wasn’t as bad as earlier. Part of him, the part he loathed, was great full for it, because the pain he should have been in was returning in the absence of the drip. He knew his "death" would hurt Lupin deeply. He didn’t pretend to understand why, he simply knew it would.
Closing his eyes, Zenigata feinted sleep until he heard the door shut, marking the woman’s exit. He wondered for a moment what would happen to him when Lupin left. Not that he really cared, just morbid thinking.
Living to Die
He knew he should be in pain. One doesn’t take a bullet to the gut and not be in some degree of pain. Even after surgery. Yet he felt nothing of the sort. Forcing his sluggish eyes open, Zenigata blinked slowly at the ceiling. *Drugs* his mind whispered. That’s right. They had drugged him off his ass. That would also explain why the ceiling seemed to be moving
He didn’t want to be drugged. Hell... he didn’t even wait to be alive. That’s why they outfitted him with this bag of lord only knows what. Before this, before they operated on him, he had pulled out everything stuck in him that was keeping him alive.
But it appeared they really really wanted him to stay in the land of the living, to use him against Lupin. Alarms had went off as he threw the gathered tubes and wires to the floor. He was fading fast, falling into the dark he welcomed. Until a needle bit into his cold flesh, slowing his fall into deaths arms as the removed items were replaced.
Ever since that last attempt at dying, he had been swimming in a non-stop drugged haze. “Damn it...” he muttered, eyeing the IV. *Why not pull it out? * Now there was a question. Why couldn’t he? Why didn’t he do it before now? Unsteady, the cop reached for the IV, sluggish fingers closing on the cool tubing. One good yank upwards... If he couldn’t die for what he did, he should at least be in pain.
"Trying it again, Pig?" The gruff voice was a mix of anger and amusement.
Again? Trying what again?
"That’s another day your friend will be without water." Shit. He had tried it before. The man on guard laughed as Zenigata fell back against the pillows of him wannabe~ hospital bed the defeat almost oozing off of him. Every thought and movement was an effort. Double shit. Again, because of him, Lupin was suffering.
"Four days without water… you must not care about the thief very much." Zenigata wanted to shove that laugh right back down his foul mouth. Fuming with important rage, Zenigata could only hope he didn’t try it again, later, the drug having erased his memory of the other four tries.
Four tries.......... Something wasn’t adding up...Zenigata forced his addled brain to think, to fill in the blank, to connect the dots. Anything. "Four days…" he said aloud, musing. Son of a Bitch. He knew why it wasn’t sounding right.
There was nothing here that could hold the master thief that long and he knew it. Shit. Shitshitshit. Lupin was staying because of him and him only. Lupin could of left on the first day, in the first hour. Yet he was still here. Guilt poured over the Inspector at the realization.
"Oh, hello Marge"
Drawn for a second out of his self-loathing, Zenigata looked to the woman that had just entered the room. "Hello Matt. Jim sent me to ask you to go over sector 3. Someone spotted a pretty wounded deer out that way. We don’t need it dying on the grounds and stinking up the place."
Marge gave a small sigh of relief as he took her words for true. Not that he would question them. Jim often sent her on such errands. As soon as the door closed behind him, Marge moved swiftly to the injured mans side.
"Wow… they really have you drugged up." She commented, noting his almost blank gaze. She watched as he fought with himself to make some sort of sentence.
"What do you want?" He finally managed.
Marge smiled lightly at him. "Lupin asked me to check on you." She reached over and turned off the drip control on the IV. The man sighed as he watched her "I will have to turn it back up when I leave." She knew enough of the cults ways to realize the high narcotics levels in the mans blood wasn’t just for his comfort.
"Tell him I’m dead." He said simply.
Marge stared slack jawed. Tell him what? "But-" He shook his head, speaking.
"No. Tell him I’m dead. I know the little punk could of left at anytime. I don’t want him staying here for me. If he believes I’m dead, he will leave." Already it seemed his mind was clearing, his words coming at a more normal pace, his eyes less glazed. In fact, they were taking on a hard calculating look.
He was serious in his request. Sighing, Marge moved back to the IV, turning the drip back on, but at a lesser pace. She wasn’t going to do that, no matter how badly it seemed he wanted Lupin to believe. But, she wasn’t going to tell the injured man that. Pretend she would deliver the message chosen. "I have to go now… umm....." Hell, what was his name?
"Insp--...... Zenigata, Just Zenigata" He offered, feeling as the slow drops began to take over again. It wasn’t as bad as earlier. Part of him, the part he loathed, was great full for it, because the pain he should have been in was returning in the absence of the drip. He knew his "death" would hurt Lupin deeply. He didn’t pretend to understand why, he simply knew it would.
Closing his eyes, Zenigata feinted sleep until he heard the door shut, marking the woman’s exit. He wondered for a moment what would happen to him when Lupin left. Not that he really cared, just morbid thinking.