Where: Trevor's Compound, Main Lab
When: Thursday evening
Who: Trevor and his worst nightmare
What: Vengance for... things that Trevor would have done if he had known to. Possibly. Probably.
Warnings: Shit is gonna get violent. And gory. GRIMDARK LEVELS ARE THROUGH THE ROOF, FOLKS. honk.
Minutes had long since blurred together. Hours, days, weeks... how long had Mew left herself to rot in those blasted air vents? The thought never occurred to check her communicator's clock, even when she started using it to send cryptic messages while her sanity waned. She had been waiting, waiting for Trevor to slip up, to make a mistake. To show her his back so she could rip out his spine. That opportunity never came. The man was competent, frighteningly so for a single human. Clearly, she was not the first creature to seek his suffering.
How long had it been now? Three weeks? Four? It hadn't been a year yet, she mused to herself, even as she silently drifted through the vents, closer to the lab she had seen in that video... confining one's self without interaction was the quickest way to both lose track of time and lose grip on your sanity, something that Mew had learned in her fortnight staking out Trevor's complex. Sure, she tried to pass the time by playing pranks, tricking his security system... by now, she was certain that he would never have seen her crawl into the ducting on that first day; if he had, he would have sniffed her out.
But none of that was important now.
She had grown sick of waiting.
He was going to pay now. He was only the first she would judge... in a way, she pitied him; he was the first to suffer her hate.
- WELCOME TO THE DARK CARNIVAL, BROTHER.
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meng_huan_myuu wrote in 
ink_logs- October 13th, 2011
2011-10-14 01:58 am (UTC)
Double-checking, triple-checking, even quadruple-checking he found nothing wrong, as if a cloud had been drawn over his awareness.
And worst of all, a malevolent presence burrowing in his mind, making his sanity into a game of child's play.
All this had contributed to an extreme paranoia--all the days were a blur. Were the people he talked to figments? Were any of his thoughts his own? He didn't go anywhere without a gun holstered within his coat.
Trevor was a man of extreme patience, but even it had its limits. He could no longer stand the sleepless nights. He was beginning to welcome sleep, any sleep that would come, but it could not. Not just yet...
2011-10-14 02:05 am (UTC)
Recently, however, she had gotten braver. Started giving him tunnel vision - not too hard, really... fooling a human was much easier than fooling a machine. Do not see that misplaced beaker that set off your turrets motion-detection systems. That machine was always off, your finger must have slipped. Nobody is going to help you, anyway... you have to do this alone.
All incredibly simple commands, and if Trevor's will had been a bit stronger, perhaps Mew would have broken before he did. However, just as she expected, he was a human... too clouded with ego and desire to fight such intrusive thoughts.
In addition, her 'link' to him made it incredibly easy for her to seek him out, that psychic pressure growing heavier on Trevor's mind as she floated closer and closer to the vent cover that would lead into the lab he was currently stationed in.
2011-10-14 02:17 am (UTC)
In the weeks past he could barely finish any project despite his best attempts. God, it was a miracle he wasn't slumped over in a chair.
Back in Bregna he could have a thousand assistants work on this day and night whilst he retired back to his office and indulged in some godless debauchery.
But that was all gone now. He didn't even have one single assistant, he was all alone. Right now. He didn't even think that something would be lying in wait in the air ducts.
2011-10-14 02:26 am (UTC)
She hadn't expected it would wear on her nearly as much, but then... she hadn't expected someone who had protected her in a near-zombielike state to turn out to be so unashamedly sickening out of it.
And she had just started trusting humans, again. Shame.
But none of it mattered, any more. He was right there, staring at something in that dazed fashion that shows that one's mind can't focus on it... it would all be over soon. It won't be long at all, now.
2011-10-14 02:33 am (UTC)
It was lucky that Trevor didn't even hear her enter the room. His gaze remained fixed on this one piece of equipment, nearly like a zombie. There he stood, the perfect prey...
2011-10-14 02:46 am (UTC)
However, there was no hiding her presence now. So, instead, she focuses her powers, casually flipping off the light switch and floating into the air, a dull pink glow being all that she gives off. Had this happened sooner, she might have been unsure of what to do. But now... now, she has the same response to hesitation that all mentally broken psychopaths do.
Nursery rhymes, and Agatha Christie.
Ten little Pikachus went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine...
2011-10-14 03:01 am (UTC)
The second sign? The rhymes in his head. He never even heard of a Pikachu, much less met one. No, no, something's horribly wrong...
"What?" is all he says out loud.
2011-10-14 03:03 am (UTC)
Nine little Abras sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight... You sleepy, Trevor? Mew's busy taking stock of what's in this particular lab, seeing if it has the tools she needs in order to have... fun.
2011-10-14 03:11 am (UTC)
Somehow the creepy lullabies make things worse. Then again, he's sinking to the floor, sleep creeping in.
"What is this?"
2011-10-14 03:19 am (UTC)
The thought that this is what you get for tampering with human beings like playthings... Along with visions of a swarm of eyeless bats, shrieking and swooping throughout a cave, making life hellish for anybody in their territory.
At the same time, a scalpel slowly floats out of its holder, swooping similarly over and slicing Trevor across the cheek quickly. Careful now... if you go to sleep now, you'll miss all the action~.
2011-10-14 03:31 am (UTC)
"It was to advance humanity! We were so close--"
If the random screeching bats didn't jolt him awake, the sudden stinging sensation across his cheek did. He could feel the blood trickling down...
2011-10-14 03:34 am (UTC)
Seven little Scythers chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in half and then there were six.
The scalpel slides down along Trevor's front, making a surface incision along his torso. Nothing deep enough to draw more than just surface blood... but certainly something. What good is advancing humanity, if all other races get stomped beneath one's heel in the ascent?
2011-10-14 03:50 am (UTC)
Constant singing in his, head, it was driving him mad!
He didn't even bother to say something as a another sharp pain rips through his shirt, letting blood trickle down. You get an audible gasp for that, Mew.
2011-10-14 04:00 am (UTC)
Six little Farfetch'd playing with a hive; A Beedrill stung one and then there were five.
Were Trevor's mind fully functioning, he'd probably know what would come next. A filled syringe flips out of a desk drawer, floating over and ever-so-gingerly poking into his neck. As Mew slowly pushed down the plunger, she mused to herself. She didn't actually know what this was. Anesthetic? Tranquilizer? She could be injecting paint thinner into his veins and dooming him to a melty death. That wouldn't be any fun, she mused... she still wanted him alive. She wasn't a murderer, after all.
2011-10-14 04:10 am (UTC)
In the syringe goes...what. Apparently it was some kind of light anesthetic, serving the purpose of relaxing the patient in question...but only slightly.
With a twitch his body spazzes out, dropping the gun before crumpling to the floor. His awareness is all-to there...
2011-10-14 04:15 am (UTC)
Are they truly meaningless, Trevor? I've seen you the last few weeks. Were our roles reversed, I would do the same to you. Again, the thoughts seep in like idle noise, things not actively thought, just floating into awareness, as the gun flies across the room with significant force, slamming noisily against the wall.
Good, he didn't melt. That would've sucked.
2011-10-14 04:36 am (UTC)
Welp, doesn't this suck? He's unarmed with a psycho.
2011-10-14 04:42 am (UTC)
Mew sets about removing that shirt from the human, slicing off one button at a time with surgical precision as she flits around, letting herself finally be seen.
Visions flash through Trevor's eyes, of Kanto from her point of view... the useless battles, the forced slavery... the experiments they did on her, the knowledge that she gained, of the fruit of those experiments... that they had tortured her in order to learn how to make her children torture each other...
I have nothing but hate in my ruined, black heart. You may not be them, but you are like them, and if you do not learn of what your science truly accomplishes, you will deserve whatever befalls you.
2011-10-14 04:53 am (UTC)
All this he's experiencing through his eyes, visions of slavery, so many new creatures, so much pain, so much...everything.
And all he can say is, "The path to godhood is a long one. If you want my apologies, you have them. I've experience pain countless times before...but is a part of evolution..."
2011-10-14 04:56 am (UTC)
She snarls, slowly picking Trevor's prone body up from the ground and carrying it awkwardly to one of the operating tables, going back to humming that mockery of a nursery rhyme. Appropriate that he mention evolution...
Three little Eevees walking in the zoo; A Ursaring hugged one and then there were two.
As she sing-songs, she fastens the restraints, one after another.
2011-10-14 05:06 am (UTC)
That song, continuing in his head nonstop: it's nearly unbearable. What is this thing thinking of doing? Trevor can only guess something worse.
If only his gun came back to his grasp...
"You creatures are all the same: pointless violence...for what sake? Nothing. At least I have the pretense of doing something..."
2011-10-14 05:24 am (UTC)
Two Little Sunflora sitting in the sun; One frizzled up and then there was one. All I am doing is steering you away from your path before you hurt anybody else. If that means I have to show you first hand what your science is doing, so be it.
2011-10-14 05:46 am (UTC)
2011-10-14 06:06 am (UTC)
After that first syringe, she knows that the green ones are good for knocking him out, so she takes several more out, giggling strangely.
One little scientist left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none..!
And with a gleeful, psychotic cackle, all of them lunge at the restrained human at once.