The Imprisonment of Lauren Barnes, Part One.

[TheSpotConlon]

Alright, I know this has been a long time in coming, but I needed the plot bunnies to. . .well, I guess they needed to have grandchildren before I could pull this one out. I make no more excuses; here is:

The Imprisonment of Lauren Barnes, Part One.

“From Russia with love I fly to you. Much wiser since my goodbye to you. I’ve traveled the world to learn I must return from Russia with love. . .”

The lines are starting to blur now. I’ve got a strange feeling that some of the things I know I didn’t less than twenty-four hours previously, but I can’t even tell you if I’ve been here for a full twenty-four hours.

How long have I been here? A week? A month? Years? Not years; by that point, I would have remembered seeing somebody. Of course, any number of those stormtroopers could have been here by now, and I wouldn’t remember a thing. They could just wipe me clean, throw me away. . .No; I can’t think about that. Won’t think about that. Have to get away from that, stop thinking about whether my speech patterns have changed, if I know more or less than what I knew then. . .

“Everyday it’s getting closer and going faster than a rollercoaster. Love like yours will surely come my way. A-hey, a-hey-hey. . .”

Someone loves oldies; they’ve been blasting it in here all day. At least, as long as I can remember. Well, since I woke up in here after–Jesus, where did they take Carolyn? I don’t know whether it’s the music, or the featureless room, or just my own deterioration, but I hadn’t given her a single thought until now. Did they bring her back here? Is she in another white-walled cell? Another building entirely? Did she capture me herself, bring me to this prison?

“My boy lollipop! You make my heart go giddy-up! You are as sweet as candy! You’re my little sugar dandy! Woaaaah-oh! My boy lollipop. . .”

The music interrupts my thoughts again. They’re probably reprogramming me through the soundwaves. Then again, probably not; even through the haze of my current state, I remember that I fucking hate this song. Where was I? Carolyn, right. She was one just like me. I don’t know what we’re called; I guess we’re garden-variety robots, but I can’t see anything ordinary about synthetic flesh. I could have sworn that there was a third one, but I’m sure that’s just paranoia.

A whoosh in the room. I’ve come to recognize it as the opening of the overly-sophisticated door, but I can’t see how I can if no one’s ever come to–

I see his face, and I know immediately what he’s done to me. What he did to us. All of a sudden, I know that I’m not alone in being myself. This man, Hristopher Quint, had made at least a half-dozen of us. I was number two, and this apparently meant that I was fair game to rape. Hours of memories, pieces they thought they had destroyed forever, come rushing back to me in the most galvanizing torrent I had experienced in my short life. My insides, however they were constructed, ached from stem to stern. I was looking at the man who had robbed me of everything. Everything.

He had to die. He had to die, and I had to kill him.

Experts say that, in moments of great stress, the human mind will experience moments of blackout which will aid the body in accomplishing its task. A matter of matter over mind, if you will. Mine is anything but human, but my arm found its own way. Before he could utter a single command, his jaw had impacted against the door frame. The fall did the rest, shattering the connection between his spine and brain. He was dead seconds later, off to meet his own maker to atone in his faults in constructing me.

I prayed to his God that there were no witnesses.

[confusitron!]

[33cl33]

Sweeeeet. I hope there's more to follow soon!

[Trace Venom]

Quoting the theme from a Bond Film?

A man after my own heart, I must say

[DollSpace]

Wowwww.... <3 I look forward to more...very soon!

*hug*
Catie

[wjbaines]

My props.

Not to detract, NOT AT ALL, but you have read some of Brueckmann's stuff? Much of it is, if not "fluff," then certainly not as meritorious as this...But have you read any of his stuff? I guess he's dead or something. But he's one of my favs. Him and fection (opposite poles of a multi, multi polar fetish, but each equally appealing; they worked together at least once, that I know of!). Check google under LTBSA and search the author index. I like "Eudoxia" the best. Anyways, I guess you been around much longer than me, so maybe you've heard of him or read him already. Anyhow, I saw some similarity. That's all. Good show, and I wanna see more!