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capeandcowllogs2012-01-18 02:19 pm
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WHERE: some rented lab space in the City
WHEN: afternoon 1/18
WARNINGS: violence. body horror. more violence.
SUMMARY: Stein finally crosses the line with Katurian hot on his trail, and when he gets busted an alien cop with a chip on his shoulder shows up to do the arresting.
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In the end, after all of Stein's preparations, everything was easy to arrange. He rented a private lab space, signed the paperwork to have the patient of his choosing sedated and transported...
Less than an hour after putting the patient under, Stein was arranging him on an operating table miles from NOHoPE. Changing someone's personality through the physical alteration of the brain was a sound theory--and after Stein proved it with this unfortunate sufferer of antisocial personality disorder, the rest of the scientific community would have to accept his ideas, too.
With that in mind, Stein prepared his tools and got to work.
afeatherpillow screwmeister dontknowgrayWHERE: some rented lab space in the City
WHEN: afternoon 1/18
WARNINGS: violence. body horror. more violence.
SUMMARY: Stein finally crosses the line with Katurian hot on his trail, and when he gets busted an alien cop with a chip on his shoulder shows up to do the arresting.
FORMAT: words in a structure of some kind
In the end, after all of Stein's preparations, everything was easy to arrange. He rented a private lab space, signed the paperwork to have the patient of his choosing sedated and transported...
Less than an hour after putting the patient under, Stein was arranging him on an operating table miles from NOHoPE. Changing someone's personality through the physical alteration of the brain was a sound theory--and after Stein proved it with this unfortunate sufferer of antisocial personality disorder, the rest of the scientific community would have to accept his ideas, too.
With that in mind, Stein prepared his tools and got to work.
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It was nearly a year ago that he himself was resting within the confines of that hospital, his mind numb from the death that was taken from him (the death he deserved) when only sorrow and suffering remained in this life. It was nearly a year ago that he threw down the pages of 1984, reminded of said suffering and sorrow, and it was nearly a year ago that Stein took him into another one of his special rooms. His thoughts slowed from the sedatives, he barely realized that Stein cut into his skin with unrepentant curiosity. Katurian - who lived with denial his whole life but also had good reason to doubt his mental competency at the time - wondered whether or not he imagined it.
When he visited Julian Day at the hospital, he heard murmurs.
Fear of the doctor. Wide eyes, trembling hands. Patients pleaded with the nurses and orderlies with their gaze at the sound of his name, at the sound of Dr. Stein. Katurian remembered a brief conversation he had not so long ago (but in a way, it was long ago) with a silver-haired little boy who wanted to look at his insides when he grew up. He snaked a hand up his shirt and felt the scar tissue on his back.
He was at the hospital for his therapy when he overheard the orderlies mention Stein's name. Something about a patient. Something about a procedure. When he walked over to them and asked them to elaborate, please, they grew cagey. Katurian pulled a knife out of his pocket so that it was just barely visible, and then he asked them again. He told them that they would have immunity. If they helped him. His hand trembled with the knife.
These days, he was so, so bold.
They told him where to find Stein. Katurian didn't know what to expect, when he got there, but he knew he needed to do something. He knew he needed to do something.
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Perhaps Katurian could see his face, or at least his eyes...they gleamed an intense focus that had nothing to do with scientific discovery and everything to do with the pleasure of taking something apart.
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Stein was his doctor.
"Doctor." He breathed the word, a rough, raw sound from the back of his throat.
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"Hello Katurian," he says mildly, though there's an undertone to his voice that makes his usual benign monotone sound...sinister.
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He thought of his knife, tucked into his jacket.
"What are you doing?"
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"Performing an experiment."
It sounded as though he was picking each word with extreme delicacy, though he didn't sound guilty at all. Just faintly annoyed.
"I'm sure whatever you want can wait, Katurian."
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Another step. He was walking on the jagged end of a cliff. He was walking on a thin sheet of ice. He was walking on nothing.
"Is that a patient?"
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Said as though the two terms were interchangeable.
"What do you want."
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Even Katurian didn't know whether he was trembling in rage or fear. His thoughts folded on top of each other until they all blurred together. He didn't know the tenseness in his stomach from the tenseness in his chest. He didn't notice that his hands had balled into fists.
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"Yes, Katurian. A test subject. You're interrupting a very important experiment."
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Stein was eerily calm in comparison.
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Before he knew it, the knife was in his hands. He held it so tightly that he felt the handle cutting into his skin. He didn't lift it, though. He kept it at his side. It could have been a stick, a pen.
He shook.
"Tell me what you're doing to him. And t-tell me how many others you've done this to."
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He gives Katurian his full attention and, on the table, the patient's vitals start to waver.
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"Stich him up."
Sometime later...
He was partnered at the moment with one of the few native cops; they headed down the hall toward the location they'd been given, trailed by two other officers. His partner took to securing the floor; after all Stein was a known imPort, and if he was killing people--
--well, let's just say Garrus had an itchy trigger finger. Still, it was a lab; they cleared a floor both above and below the one that Stein was on, simply out of 'super powered perp' precautions.
Then he went to the lab Stein had, and rapped on the door. "Dr. Stein? Dr. Stein, this is Garrus Vakarian, with City Police. We'd like to have a few words with you."
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Stein himself was in the process of carefully dissecting said patient. It almost looked like he was performing an autopsy.
"Come in, then." He didn't speak too loudly, but it was sure to carry through the door.
He seemed to be completely unbothered by the day's events; if anything he was resigned to the trouble he was about to be in, but that wasn't readily apparent on his face.
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"I need you to put your hands behind your head and get on the ground, Dr. Stein. You're under arrest." He began the slow, calm recitation of rites, explaining why, and what charges, and going through all that Miranda madness, one step at time.
The man was dead. They were too late.
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These items were all somewhat carelessly placed on the victim's body, and once that was done he put his hands behind his head. There was still the table between them, though, and Stein was gazing pretty intently at Garrus. Non-humans have always fascinated him...
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"This is pointless," he said blandly. If they were going to arrest him, he thought, there was no point in making him perform acrobatics in the process.
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Nonetheless, he sat still on his knees while Garrus approached.