Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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He was a bit suspicious of why they were taking off the torso lock, his appendages now free to come out and play. Though, he still felt dizzy and weak, so he doubted he could do much more than give them a few solid bruises before they pinned him down and drugged him once more. The little man didn't even acknowledge what Jonathan had said, ignoring him completely since he was still a little salty about the man ignoring him earlier.

"I have brought you here for a specific task, Sabastian. I am in need of eggs, which I know you can produce, with the help of a host, of course."

Sayori's head snapped up toward Kuznet, her expression fearful. So that was why he captured another half zombie- to do what Quint could not. The thought of aliens being grown in her womb made her stomach flip, her heart beating so fast as she imagined them bursting out of her stomach. On top of that, the room was filled with people who would hypothetically watch as Sabastian impregnated her, one of his tentacles or maybe his cock reaching between her legs.

Sabastian's mouth basically dropped open in shock, try to gauge whether the man was fucking with him or not. After a few seconds, his expression changed to one of disgust when he realized that Kuznet was 100% serious about this and fully expected him to comply.

It took him a second to find his voice, but when he did he sounded livid. "You drug me, kidnap me, chain me up and drag me through wherever this place is with that fucking bag on my head, and now you expect me to just fucking knock-up this woman I met five minutes ago?!" He gestured at the terrified woman sitting on the table, her body already shaking. "You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going to do something like that just because you want me to, so you can just fuck right off, you Schwarzeneggian motherfucker."

He didn't give a shit what Kuznet did to him; it wasn't like he had anything to live for anyway. It might be better off that way anyway, going to a place where Vin couldn't follow him if he tried.

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Damien felt a bit frustrated, his idea having been shot down. The frustration was more at the fact that he couldn't think of anything else they could do to track him down. He thought hard, trying to think of anything that might help. If this was the pre-apocalyptic world, he would know where Sabastian was within ten minutes, his money and influence making his reach very long. Now though, there was no resource he could really pull on, and that made him feel useless and a bit discouraged.

"I don't know what else to suggest. I have no idea how to track someone without contacts, cameras, and records. It's not like we have a bloodhound who can sniff him down, nor do we have a tracking device on him. He could literally be anywhere." He put his head in his hands, sliding his fingers down over his face in frustration before resting his chin in his hands.

 

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Quint was now up and awake, seeing as the feeling was like an itch he couldn't quite scratch. Walking across the room, his chains dragging on the floor, he reached down and picked up the little container of chew that good old Franny had brought him and took out just the smallest of pinches. Normally, he would have just like to have a regular cigarette, but that had quickly become impossible with how low his tolerance for any type of flame was now, so chew was the next best thing. Although, he still had to be careful. Something about his new body just messed with whatever chemical he tried to put in, seemingly either burning through it very quickly, or making the effects of it intense.

He was just bringing it up towards his mouth when he suddenly had the most random of thoughts. He imagined one of the old Arnold Swarzenegger movies, except that, instead of good old Arnold, it was Ray with with a sleek pair of sunglasses. The very idea of it made him burst out laughing, but in doing so, he dropped the chew he was holding and for some reason this pissed him off.

He shook his head, not understanding why he had just gotten so angry about simply dropping something.
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Kuznet almost seemed amused by Sabastian's outburst, as if he were staring down a little child that was pouting because it couldn't have a piece of candy.

"Jonathon?" he said.

"Would you be so kind as to inform Sabastian of why he doesn't have a choice in the matter?"

The soldier let go of Sabastian and nodded, taking a step back from him and pulling out his pistol. He cocked it back and then lifted it, but instead of pointing it at Sabastian, he began to swing it around towards Sayori, his movement easy and slow, almost cocky, as if he didn't at all suspect that Sabastian might do something to stop him...
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Delvin sat with his arms crossed, his eyes staring at the ground as they discussed it. When Damien was done, he cleared his throat and sat up a bit.

"I guess the only choice we have then is to just do it the old fashioned way. We'll have to go by word of mouth..."

His brown eyes met both of theirs, knowing that it was a bit of a dangerous suggestion. It would mean trying to contact other groups of people, and in doing so, exposing themselves to possibly dangerous individuals. However, what choice did they really have? They couldn't simply do nothing.

 

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Sayori squeaked and put her hands up to shield herself, or at least she put one hand up- the other was still chained to the table. "please, general! I've been good! Please don't!" she said in a pleading voice. Tears started rolling down her cheeks, the sedation doing nothing to overcome the fear of her potential demise. She still wanted to see Quint again, to talk to him and see if he was doing okay; she wanted to see the sunlight before she went, and to smell the fresh air above ground.

While she knew that Kuznet was probably trying to bully the man into doing what he wanted, she couldn't help but think of what Niles had said. There were other surrogates he could choose from, Sayori being expendable. The general was also insane, and she didn't doubt that he would toss her away without a second thought, the blood slowly staining the blue clothing he had given her.

Hearing how fucking terrified this woman was pulled at Sabastian's heartstrings, though he imagined any human with a soul would feel the urge to protect someone who was so obviously afraid and defenseless.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Sabastian quickly moved in between Jonathan and Sayori. In a burst of strength he hadn't known he possessed, a purple appendage quickly came out to wrap around the gun and yank it from the man's grasp. Now that he had the gun, he took it into his human hands and aimed it at Jonathan, moving behind the man and pressing it into his back. He had to lean to the side slightly to see Kuznet, his jeweled eyes glaring up at him.

"Nobody move. I'll fucking shoot this creepy bastard if you try to come any closer." He tried to keep a determined face, though inside he felt a bit afraid. He had never really killed anyone living before, not even the father. When they were torturing him, he hadn't even been able to stay in the room with them.

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Damien shook his head but said nothing, his brows furrowed. He didn't like that idea, though he knew it was the only one they could really go off of. Who knew if Sabastian had taken his eyepatch, his last memory of it having been the little man ripping it off and throwing it to the ground. how the fuck were they supposed to identify him? Tell people that he was a feminine-looking blonde man with a crystal-blue eye? Someone might have seen him, but there were a lot of people who were blonde and blue-eyed.

"Should we look for another military base, or a colony? Do we even know if he would go where there were a lot of other people, considering his condition?"

 

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Jonathon smirked, his own smile not that far off from the General's, if a bit more toothy, but he didn't try to move or struggle away from Sabastian. He simply put his hands up slowly and stood there, looking in Kuznet's direction.

The smile never left Kuznet's lips, and if anything, it only seemed to twist into something more grotesque, a bit of his teeth showing as he turned away from Sabastian. With blinding speed, the General pulled his own gun from it's holster, and then he shot the three prisoners who were lined up against the wall, executioner's style. In the echo that followed, the bodies slumping over one another as they fell to the floor, Kuznet slowly turned back and pointed his gun directly at Sayori, taking over where Jonathon had left off.

"There are consequences for disobeying me Sabastian. Would you like to add another victim to your list?"
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"Well that's the fucked part, we don't know anything right now" Vin said, leaning back and sighing. He hated this just sitting and talking about it. He felt as if they were wasting time; every minute that passed between them being a minute that the blond could be travelling farther.

Cora moved Bowie slightly, trying to cradle him in a way so that her arms felt more like a cave, and her hand blocked the light from his eyes. Every since he had changed, she had been noticing how he seemed to be more and more expressive, even developing his own little personality. When she had saw him sitting in that chair, she had seen it right away, how his body language seemed to portray sadness. It was so strange to her, how much the large snake had changed since he had become infected.

"Change..."

Vin looked over to her.

"What was that, Cora?"

"Change. Do you think he would change his appearance? I mean, if he really didn't want us to simply go looking for him, do you think he would change the way he looks? To throw us off? Like a disguise."

 

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Sayori almost passed out at the sight of the three dead bodies, a silent scream coming from her as she trembled in terror and alarm. Never had she seen people murdered so quickly and dispassionately. Niles had killed someone in front of her, but the man he killed had savagely taken her over and over again. These people were innocent, scared for their lives, and just trying to keep hope in their hearts for freedom. She sobbed hard, her eyes going up to see the gun now pointing at her.

Sabastian couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, the blonde shaking his head in horror and backing up, the gun almost forgotten in his hand as his eyes looked over the three prisoners' bodies. They were now lifeless on the floor, bleeding, but obviously already dead. He had shot each of them perfectly in the head, as though he did that sort of thing for breakfast each day.

"You... you fucking psycho..." He uttered in sheer disbelief, the gun falling uselessly to the floor. His head was reeling from the shock of what had happened, unable to do much but stare at Kuznet.

"Please..." Sayori's soft little voice whimpered to Sabastian, "please just do it. please..." She didn't want to be pregnant, but she didn't want to be immediately dead much more.

That soft voice had snapped him out of his daze, his eyes going to hers with pity in his eyes. So this was how it was going to be? Forced to impregnate a girl or risk her being killed? He didn't know how he did it, but he slowly walked over to the table and looked at her before looking at Kuznet, his eyes starting to fog up despite his scowl. He was barely holding it together, but he didn't want her to be killed because of him.

"Okay... I'll do it. Can we at least get some privacy though?" His voice was reluctant but resigned, knowing that struggling against the big man was futile now- he had made his point.

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The idea that Sabastian would change his appearance was a good one, Damien looking up with a thoughtful expression. "Yeah, I could see him doing that. He could probably even pass as a woman if he put enough effort into it, though I'm not sure he would. After all, he seemed to get embarrassed whenever anyone would imply that he was feminine."

After a few moments of silence though, he added, "he did used to do my mom's make-up though. I wouldn't be surprised if he could do his own pretty well as an effort to make his face less recognizable. Maybe he'd put a scar on his face or something, I'm not sure... If only we had a picture of him to use..."

 

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"Okay... I'll do it. Can we at least get some privacy though?"

The General smiled, pleased with the man's submission as he put his gun away and took that familiar stance once more. He hadn't expected anything else, really, but he had grown quite fond of his little lamb and he would have been quite annoyed if he had had to patch her up after a warning shot. Or two.

Jonathon, who was also still smiling, bent over and picked up his gun. Once he had it, he holstered it as he gave Sayori a lingering gaze before turning away and walking over to Kuznet.

"Bring your men in and collect the bodies, Jonathon. Francisco, go inform Niles that he can handle the clean up."

Both men gave him a firm nod, then exited through the door. Once they left, The General simply stood there, watching the two frightened little things until a couple of soldiers came in with body bags, making short work of the three deceased victims. They left the blood on the ground, however.

For a long moment, the room was quiet, it's only occupants now being the whimpering little women, the stubborn blond, and the psychotic mountain of flesh. Then, that mountain moved, a hand coming out from behind his back to gesture at the little women.

"You have your privacy now, Sabastian. Do not disobey me again."

He made no move to leave the room. However, his stance had become somewhat neutral once more, taking on a bit of a bored look.
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"If only we had a picture of him to use..."

"I'll draw one" Vin said, looking up to those steel eyes.

"I can't paint photo perfect portraits like my sister can, but I wouldn't be much of a tattoo artist if I couldn't at least do a decent face. I'll just...do it from the perspective of his blue eye."

 

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Sayori accidentally made eye-contact with Jonathan, the hair on the back of her neck raising from his prolonged gaze. This was the man Francisco was talking about playing poker with? One thing was for sure, she never wanted to spend any more time than she had to with him. Her eyes darted away and she sniffled, wiping some of her tears from her cheeks.

At first, Sabastian waited for an answer, patiently watching as the other men removed the corpses from the room. He was about at the end of his patience though and was about to ask before Kuznet spoke up himself. He sighed, knowing that what the man truly meant was that he had as much privacy as he was going to get. It wasn't like he was going to be waving his own dick around or ripping off her clothes, but he imagined that this was going to be very awkward for everyone. Everyone but the psycho, of course.

His gaze and Sayori's met, the blonde offering her a sad little smile before moving to the table. The man's voice was soft as he slowly moved her into a position where she was laying on her back.

"Listen. I'm going to give you a bit of a run through of what's going to happen so it's not too scary for you. First, I'm going to have to lube you up, which won't take long. Then, one of my... appendages will have to be inserted into you and I will lay some of my eggs in your womb. Don't worry, it'll be pretty quick, just like a doctor's appointment. The bottom line is that you're not going to be harmed during any of this." One of his appendages slipped under her blue tunic, tapping her thigh and pausing to give her a moment before he put it slightly inside her.

Sayori cringed and tensed, but when the jet of warm lube was squirted inside her, she let out a little whimper along with a shiver. It felt weird, like lube but warm. She had to admit that she felt a little bit better with the assurance that she wasn't going to die from this process, though she was still a bit apprehensive.

Not wanting it to be quiet during what they were doing, Sabastian continued after pulling that appendage away and replacing it with the one he knew dispensed his eggs. He avoided looking anywhere near Kuznet, wanting to pretend that he wasn't in the room. "It'll take about a week for them to come to fruition. When they do, they'll come out just like children do, but they'll still be eggs. From there on, you won't have to be concerned about them."

The appendage slipped inside her, easily moving deep within her due to the lube. He shivered and tried to hide a grimace from the squishy-wet feeling of her pussy, the tip of his tentacle being a bit stimulated from her, though he couldn't have been less turned on. Sayori let out a little "mm!" not quite liking how deeply he was going. Though soon she felt it stop within her, the thing seeming to swell as it deposited his eggs into her womb.

"It may drain you a bit, just like a normal pregnancy since they're essentially getting food and nutrients from you, and your stomach will swell as normal. But at the end of the week, all you'll have to show for it might be stretch marks if you don't rub vitamin E oil on your stomach during the week. They're not super big, so it certainly won't tear you like a normal pregnancy might."

She stared at him, wondering how he knew so much about all of this. It almost sounded like he had done this before. Maybe he had, who knew? All she knew was that she felt a lot more comforted now that she knew it wasn't going to be as horrible as she had thought.

"There we go, all done." Sabastian withdrew his appendage from her, bringing it back into his body and reaching out to pull the blue tunic down a little since it had ridden up. Turning to Kuznet, he shrugged his shoulders, his face grim. "She needs food like a normal pregnant woman. Vitamins, if you can spare them."

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Damien perked up a bit, nodding. "That's a good idea. I'm absolutely awful at drawing, so I wouldn't have a hope of drawing his likeness good enough for anyone to recognize. I'm sure we could find some paper somewhere around here." He got up, glad for something productive to do. Going to the office, he looked in the file cabinet, coming out with a little stack of blank paper. He wasn't sure which pens were still good, so he grabbed the tin of them and brought them over to Vin.

"While you're drawing, how about I load up the car and we can look for the nearest settlement?" He looked from Vin to Cora, the man impatient to start their search.

 

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While Sabastian worked, Kuznet had taken just a few steps closer and his expression had turned from boredom to one of mild interest, his icy eyes watching the process until he was done.

"She needs food like a normal pregnant woman. Vitamins, if you can spare them."

He gave a small nod, simply acknowledging him. He had already assumed as much and had been giving Sayori a well rounded diet for this very reason. However, a week was a bit too long for his liking.

"You have three days. Let them grow inside her until they can survive outside her womb, and then you will build a nest and incubate them. I expect you know how to remove them?"
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Vin took the papers, looking around for something to draw on. Seeing as Damien was going to load up the car, he went ahead and took the chair he had been sitting in, leaning over and starting right away.

"Aright. I'll finish this as quick as I can then."

Cora met Damien's eyes, briefly looking away. Despite having not taken Sabastian's insults to heart, she still had to now face the man she loved and tell him that she had gone behind his back and told someone about what he had done-whether or not she had done it for an understandable reason. Clearing her throat a bit, she stood from her chair.

"I'll help you Damien" she spoke softly, turning and sitting Bowie down gently. She looked down at the little snake for a moment, then reached up and peeled her sweatshirt off before laying it down over his body, effectively hiding the big boy. Once that was done, she then went over and grabbed their sleeping gear, not bothering to fold it up. Then, she turned and walked by Damien, only briefly glancing up at him with that same bit of shame coloring her cheeks before she walked out the door.

She went straight to the car, waiting for him to come out. The rain had died down a bit. Almost as if the universe knew how stressed they were and had decided to show a bit of mercy.

 

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Sabastian narrowed his eyes at Kuznet and thought for a moment. Technically yes, he knew how to remove them, since Margaret had removed them from his own body due to him not having a womb. That had been exceedingly uncomfortable, but it could be done.

He then spoke carefully, lowering his eyes and then looking at Sayori as he spoke, "yes... I know how to remove them, but I don't know how it will affect their development if I do. While fully-turned humans' eggs generally take three days, a half-turned takes seven. If I remove them from her prematurely, I can't guarantee that they'll hatch as intended, nor can I promise that they won't die in their eggs even attached to a nest." Honestly, he didn't have a dog in this fight. Neither him nor Sayori were likely going to be attached to those eggs, so only Kuznet had a vested interest in them. So if Kuznet wanted to rush things along and make an impatient decision for the worse, he wasn't going to dissuade him.

Sitting up on the table, Sayori looked down at her stomach, not quite sure how to feel about all of this. At the very least, it meant that neither Niles nor Kuznet would penetrate her while she carried them. Niles was still too injured to do much, and Kuznet hadn't tried, but the added protection was nice. Maybe when she had stretchmarks he would become disinterested in her and make her solely Cora's pet.

She got off of the table, simply standing there with her wrist still handcuffed. The lube was running slightly down her thighs, but she could take a shower later to get it off. If he threw her in a regular cell again, she could always use the sink too.

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Cora was acting oddly, and he wasn't quite sure why. They had decided on a route to take in finding Sabastian, so he found it strange that she seemed almost ashamed of herself. The shame seemed to be directed at him and he had to pause for a moment to think about why that might be. Was she embarrassed about the comment about them getting married? Or maybe subconsciously she was thinking about some of the things Sabastian had said about him not being good enough for her.

He didn't quite know how to broach the subject, so he simply started packing things up, rolling up the sleeping bags and loading up the food. Damien then went out and over to the barbeque. Vin had said that it would be a valuable resource to have, so he emptied it out, made sure it was cooled down, and loaded it into the car. The remaining coals and kindling were also taken in a few bags, the silence thick between the two lovers.

 

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Before Kuznet had a chance to comment on what Sabastian had told him, the door opened once more and Francisco stepped through. His eyes seemed to be carefully avoiding the blood as he marched past it, although, his bottom lip seemed to twitch just a bit when a little splash was heard as his boot landed in the still fresh puddle.

Coming over to them, he simply went about his business as Kuznet spoke, picking the metal torso hold up off the ground and pulling a pair of keys out of his pocket.

"Very well. When the time comes then, you will remove half of them and leave the other half inside her. If anything is needed to further their development, you may inform my officer."

He stepped back then, letting Francisco step up so that he could remove Sayori from the handcuff. Once she was out of the handcuff, he simply glanced at her before turning to Sabastian and reaching out with the metal, intent on putting it back on the little blond. From over his shoulder, Kuznet watched Sabastian, his eyes boring into him as if challenging him to try and fight it.
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She watched him as he worked, and occasionally she would reach out to help with something. Opening the door, or taking a bag from him to sit it in the car. The silence ate away at her, so sure that he was angry with her, until she finally couldn't stand it. When he next came over, she reached out her hand and gripped his wrist gently, trying to get him to stay for a moment.

"Damien...Damien, I'm sorry..."

Her voice started quiet, but when she finally found the courage to look up at him, it became a bit quicker and nervous.

"I only told him because I thought I was going to die, and I...I just needed to know if someone would be there with you if I did. I had to know, because, because...I was so scared that if no one was there, you would hurt yourself..."

Cora's hazel eyes looked up at him with pain, pleading with her sad gaze. Was he going to spit venom at her? Yell? She would understand, even expect it really, but she just couldn't take this heavy silence anymore.

 

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Sabastian eyed the new officer while Kuznet talked, nodding to confirm that he heard him. The little woman didn’t seem frightened of this officer, instead complying calmly to what he wanted without nervousness. He wondered to himself if maybe she and that officer were on good terms or something, though he seemed like a stick in the mud from his first impression.

Rubbing her wrist, Sayori was indeed exceedingly happy to see Francisco. He would probably be taking her back to her room now, the two of them maybe able to play one more card game before he left. Honestly, after what she just experienced, she felt like she needed a little bit of comfort. If he wasn’t able to stick around, then at least she could be held on the way down to her room.

The eggs being placed inside her wasn’t so bad, certainly not as bad as she had imagined, but the faces of those three prisoners would haunt her. She couldn’t reconcile that he had seen fit to execute all three of them purely for Sabastian’s insubordination. It only made her more afraid of the man, though she always knew he was insane and dangerous.

When Francisco came to him with the torso shackle, he wanted to simply smack it out of his hand and make a run for it. However, Kuznet had moved faster before than he had ever expected, so he imagined he would be dead before he reached the door. He needed to wait and bide his time until an opportunity presented itself. His eyes moved to meet Kuznet’s, his own face set in a scowl.

Lifting his arms, he allowed Francisco to shackle him once more, the expression on his face not unlike a child who was pissed that they were being forced to put on a coat before they could go play. Come to think of it, a torso shackle wasn’t something one really saw since there was no use for it other than restraining zombies. In addition, it was perfectly fitted to his size, which made him wonder how long they had expected to have him sooner or later.

Who the fuck was this guy, and how did he know Cora? Was she in the military mafia or something?

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Damien’s steely eyes went to hers as she spoke, a look of confusion coming over his face before she reached the end. So she was worried that he was upset about her divulging Damien’s true nature to Sabastian? That made sense, but he honestly couldn’t blame her for doing so. After all, she was exactly right: if she had died in that room, his purpose for living would die with her, and he would have tried to follow her to the other side. It touched him that she had been worried about his safety, talking about something that was probably very hard and uncomfortable to talk about.

The man adopted a softer look and sat on the edge of the trunk, gesturing for her to sit next to him before he started talking quietly. “I... would have preferred he not know, but it isn’t entirely my secret to keep. You were just as much privy to that knowledge as I am, being that you were the one I took. That doesn’t mean I would feel comfortable with you sharing things I’ve told you in confidence, but that... what happened between us before is yours to share if you want.”

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, a somewhat guilty expression coming to him. “You were right though, I would have tried to follow after you if you passed away. I didn’t feel like life would be worth living without you... I still don’t. For the majority of my life, I’ve lived simply because I was alive, not because I had a desire to live. Now that I know what it’s like to have someone so special to me...” he looked at her seriously, “I don’t want to go back.”

 

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Francisco proceeded with the shackle, but then also reached up and pulled Sabastian's hands behind his back and cuffed them as well, using the pair of cuffs that he had put on Sayori. Once he was done, he gripped the cuffs with one hand and then looked at the General.

Those icy blue eyes finally left the little blond to look up at his officer.

"Take him to Quint's old cell. Sayori," he held his hand out to her, palm up.

"Come here."

Once she was by his side, he reached up and stroked her bruised face gently, then put his hand on the back of her head and gripped her hair tightly before he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"I have given Niles orders not to touch you. Remember Sayori, you are mine now."

He let his grip loosen, standing back up to his full height and then giving her a gentle push on her back to go back to Francisco.

"Put her with him, it will be easier for him to care for the eggs if they share the same cell. After we wrap up our reports, I will have you bring her down some additional bedding and clothing."

Francis simply nodded, then he reached out and took a hold of Sayori's arm, holding her with a firm, but gentle, grip. Together, they walked out of the room, Kuznet watching their backs as they left.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Francisco let out a sigh of relief, his whole body seeming to relax a bit.

"I swear he only does that to me because he knows it makes my stomach flip" he said, looking down at Sayori with a bit of a, well not quite joking grin, but very close.

"If I had to stand there and smell all that blood for another minute, I thought for sure I was going to have a round two on my shoes."

He let out a loud laugh then, shaking his head as if it was just the funniest damn thing he had said all day.

"But, hey, did you catch that? He's making our little robo boy clean it up! Ha! Serves him right. You know, I tried to be nice to him yesterday and bring him a comic, and he threw it in my face. It would have hurt my feelings if I had any, I spent a long time drawing that one up."

Francisco seemed especially cheery this morning, and if one of them didn't stop him, it looked as if he would be happy to keep blathering on the whole way to their cells.
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Her eyes had started to mist up, the quiet tension between them not helping, but when his face softened and he had gestured for her to sit with him, she felt a huge flood of relief come over her. Perhaps he was still angry about it, but if he was, at least she knew that he wouldn't be harsh with her.

She took a seat next to him, moving her hands to her lap and watching his face as he spoke.

"Now that I know what it’s like to have someone so special to me...I don’t want to go back."

Cora stared at him, pain in her eyes as a few tears spilled over her cheeks. She wished that she could say something to comfort him, but what could she say to that? Of course she never wanted him to kill himself-it was the whole reason she had taken such a risk in telling Sabastian, but, she wasn't sure if anything she could say would ever change the way he felt.

Wiping the stray tears away, she looked away and let out a little sigh, and then she scooted closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"You know...Sabastian didn't agree with what you did, but he was willing to give you another chance...like I did. Well, maybe only because I did, but he still did. Damien, I don't think he really meant anything in that letter. I think he's just scared, like I was."

 

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Sabastian allowed Francisco to cuff him as well, silently steaming. The words "Quint's old cell" caught his interest though. Quint had died recently he thought, so maybe the General as they called him, had been here for quite a while. Had he kept Quint prisoner back in the day? It was a bit confusing, but maybe he could get some answers from the lady, this "Sayori."

"Sayori... Come here."

Her eyes flicked to his outstretched hand, wishing that she didn't have to take it. Nonetheless, she walked over to him and put her dainty hand in his as he requested. Despite his cold demeanor, his hand was warm, the lady avoiding his eyes as he caressed her face with his other hand. Once again, she felt that tight, overbearing grip in her hair. She winced, waiting for what he wanted to say as she felt him move to her ear.

Though once he spoke, all she could do was let out a little, "yes." She didn't know why he was telling her this, as it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure her in a way. In truth, it was more likely that he was just trying to assert his ownership on her once more, reminding her that she would always be his pet. That is, until he put a bullet in her like he had been willing to do mere moments ago. Being his pet didn't mean she wasn't disposable at a moment's notice, though it was almost ironic that the only one who could protect her from himself and others was Kuznet himself.

He couldn't make out what the man whispered in her ear, but he didn't like the way he handled her. It looked extremely possessive, the man almost looking like an abusive father with how much larger he was and the way he had her dressed. Sabastian wondering to himself whether the man was forcing her to sleep with him, or whether he simply felt a compulsion to control her. Either way, it really rubbed him the wrong way.

They managed to leave the room without incident, Sayori letting out a little relieved sigh as well now that she was just with Francisco and this new zombie. Sabastian was still scowling until the man started chattering next to him as thought this was normal and that everything was now right as rain. It was like a switch had been flipped, the man now having a completely different personality than he had before. He stared in disbelief as he walked, not saying anything as of yet. He didn't understand most of what the guy was spouting off, the references lost on him.

Sayori on the other hand smiled, chuckling slightly as he mentioned his run-in with Niles. Of course they had just witnessed something horrific and she had just had eggs placed inside of her, but she needed some joy in her life to keep her going, needing something else to focus on so that she didn't break down.

"If you still have that comic, I would love to read it. I'm sure your talents are wasted on that sour man." She giggled before glancing over at Sabastian. If they had Sabastian, did that mean they caught Cora and the other man? No, probably not. If they had caught Cora, she imagined the General would have introduced them, or would have been in exceedingly high spirits. While she was sad that he had been captured, part of her was happy to have someone new to chat with when Francisco wasn't around. It had been a bit lonely in her birdcage, and she actually had permission to talk to him. She figured Kuznet allowed it not only because of the eggs, but also because Sabastian himself was already dating that other man.

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He wasn't sure if she was crying at the idea of him killing himself after she passed away, or whether she pitied that he didn't have any reason other than herself to keep going. Either way, Damien also looked back with a bit of pain in his eyes to see those salty tears rolling down her cheeks. She was so beautiful, the only woman that would think to cry for him.

Had she not scooted closer on her own volition, he would have pulled her to him. As it was, he put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed the side of her arm gently as he listened. She seemed to think that Sabastian didn't condemn him for what he had done, but part of him doubted her. Cora loved him, for that reason she was able to accept that part of him. Sabastian... he didn't think any friend would find him redeemable.

"I don't know... I feel like if I were in his shoes, I would probably find myself pretty despicable as well. And the part about Vin finding him to be gross? I feel like maybe the letter is a mix of half-truths. Maybe he really does wonder to himself why you chose to stay with me, and maybe he did feel insecure about Vin not accepting the zombie parts of him. It's just like he dumped a bottle of poison on his thoughts if that makes sense." He paused and sighed, looking out at the town and wondering where on earth Sabastian had run off to.

Part of him didn't care whether Sabastian hated their relationship; he was going to stay with Cora regardless of what anyone thought. However, the thought of Sabastian looking at him like trash hurt for some reason, though he wasn't sure why it mattered to him.

Damien looked up for a moment and his eyes slid over to Cora for a moment. "By the way... I was curious about the part where he mentioned a white dress. What did he mean by that?"

 

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The look that Francisco got on his face when Sayori said that she would like to see the comic seemed to melt years off the older man, his eyes lighting up with joy. Not that his body really showed his true age, as staying a military man had kept him in great shape, but he did have some graying around his hairline and some wrinkles around his eyes.

"Really? Oh man, I'll be sure to bring it down with dinner then" he said with excitement.

During their little conversation, he doesn't seem to be paying Sabastian any mind, although his hand never slips from the cuffs, sometimes gripping them a bit harder when it feels as if Sabastian might be trying to do something.

"The only other person I've got to voluntarily take a look at it is Quinton, although, he flipped me the bird last night when I showed him the part with the cats fucking."

He let out another hardy and loud laugh, hustling them both through the main doors that would take them to the corridors of cells, now a few prisoners short but still holding a few zombies behind the glass.
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Quinton had sat himself down, as there for a while he had felt absolutely horrified and disgusted, although he still didn't quite understand why. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the feeling he was receiving, this new strange sensation of another's presence.

The feeling had finally passed, although he hadn't tried to fight it off. He had had his fair share of horror and disgust, and he knew how to get himself calmed down if the trauma was not too intense. As it was now, he was attempting to meditate and explore this new sensation, curious of how it worked and what he could learn from it, or perhaps, who.
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She sniffled, leaning into him a bit. She knew they didn't have too much longer to sit like this, as they really needed to get out there and start looking.

"Yea, you're probably right...still though. He's had every chance to treat you with less respect if he really thought you were a disgusting person, and he hasn't. Maybe he is on the fence, but I at least know that he doesn't hate you."

She sniffed again, bringing her hand up to wipe her cheek once more as a moment of silence settled between them.

"By the way... I was curious about the part where he mentioned a white dress. What did he mean by that?"

Was it his imagination, or had Cora stiffened for just a fraction of a second?

Shit. Sabastian, I swear to god when we find you, I'm going to kick your ass for that.

"It's nothing important. Midnight club meeting stuff."

She stood up suddenly, going around the side of the car to shut the door.

"We should get going, we really don't know how far he could have got, or if we'll have to back track."

 

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Now that he was out of the sight of the big one, Sabastian would occasionally test the cuffs, discreetly pushing against the torso shackle as well to test it. Unfortunately he found that he was still too weak do do anything about them. The older man seemed to sense when he would do it too, so he had to be very brief.

As they walked, he gave up trying to break out and instead found the sensation at the back of his mind growing stronger. It almost felt as though someone was tentatively knocking, trying to make contact but not knowing how or who was on the other end. When he had chatted with Robert outside the Father's office, the man had described the link. He said that emotions came through more easily because they were less policed by the mind, and often very intense. Thoughts, messages, and images were a bit more tricky as one had to focus more on them, the process sometimes leading to unwanted things to slip through. Otherwise, it would be random depending on the circumstances.

Sabastian wondered whether he could send a message to the other... man? Why did he feel like it was a man on the other end? For a moment as they walked he closed his eyes and concentrated hard, focusing completely on his name. Sabastian. Sabastian. Sabastian.

It was tough though, random images of people saying his name coming to mind. Damien growling his name when he wanted him to apologize to Cora. Cora saying his name and laughing. Vin saying it with such sadness in his eyes... Fuck. Why did he have to be thinking of Vin now? He tried to shove those thoughts down, opening his eyes and returning to listening in on their conversation.

"...when I showed him the part with the cats fucking."

Sayori laughed, the excited look on Francisco's face combined with that image of the cats improving her mood significantly. "Well, I promise to read every page, cats and all. I'm interested to see what your style of drawing is." Her body was relaxed, simply letting Francisco guide her as he saw fit. The ankle injury was gone at this point, and hopefully the bruise would fade soon as well.

She paused before asking, "how is he doing? Quint? Will the general be bringing him back anytime soon?"

Sabastian's eyes widened. So Quint was alive? But Cora had said that he was killed. He had been alive this whole time in this godforsaken prison? He wanted so badly to ask more about him, about whether maybe he was the one he was feeling, but if he indulged his curiosity, they would find out about the link between them.

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Did Cora seem just a bit dismissive? It almost seemed like she was avoiding answering the question. So Sabastian had said in the letter that she should marry him in that white dress of hers. He imagined that a wedding dress would take up too much room in her bag, so the next possibility could be...

Damien's cheeks went a little pink, the man trying to cover it up by reaching up and putting his hand over his mouth and cheeks as though he was thinking. Had she talked about getting married to him and wearing a white dress when she did so? Maybe she had shared that fantasy with Sabastian which is why he brought it up to embarrass her. The idea that she had the same desire as he did made him feel a flutter in his heart, the man standing up and walking toward her.

When she shut the door, he put an arm on either side of her to block her in, the man's eyes betraying a deep need to know if he was guessing correctly, though asking was going to be a bit embarrassing.

"Cora... Come on, you can tell me. I swear I won't laugh or anything." His steely eyes trying to meet her own.

 

[Drobabes]

He let out a little breathe of surprise, though he tried to keep his concentration. He hadn't expected anything to work, but it seemed as if he was right in assuming that it was a conscious person on the other side, and by trying to explore, they had basically invited him in.

He could feel the emotions, and he could almost feel like they were trying to say something, but it was difficult to understand. Suddenly he saw his sister, her sweet smile, and for just a brief moment he was flooded with emotion. Love, loneliness, an urge to protect her, and above everything else, fear. He was terrified of Kuznet bringing her in, even though at this point, he knew it was almost inevitable. All he and Fran were trying to do was buy time.

"What?"

He tried to focus again. There was a name that felt like it was on the tip of his tongue, though it was really hard to guess.

"Sabboth? Sabastian?" he spoke quietly, almost whispering, but once the word left his mouth, if felt right.

"I don't understand how this works..."

He was very confused, and now, just a little sad. He missed his sister, as much as he didn't want her here.
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"how is he doing? Quint?"

"Oh you know him, feisty as ever. He severed his tentacle again-kind of blame myself for that one. I thought I took away anything sharp for him to play with, but I guess I forgot about his teeth. Ray wasn't very happy" Fran laughed.

"So, no, he'll probably be in time out for a while longer."

They were at their cell now, Francisco letting go of Sayori, as he trusted her not to make a break for it with her still being partially drugged up, to open the door. Once it was open, he gently pushed Sayori forward first, and then he unlocked Sabastian's cuffs.

"I'll be back before dinner with something a bit warmer for you, Ms. Sayori. As for you,"

His brown eyes looked down at Sabastian, finally addressing the little blond.

"Do not try anything. Not only will you be too weak to break out of here, we have tools to keep you in line. However, if you try to test those tools, just remember that it will not be you who receives the direct punishment."

His voice was lacking any of the warmth that he had shown to Sayori, and although he wasn't exactly being vicious towards him, he definitely was speaking with authority and warning. He would not hesitate to hurt the little blond if he had to.

With that warning being laid out clearly, he locks the door and makes his way back out, leaving the two alone.
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She was still facing away from him when he suddenly blocked her in, and she swallowed hard before she slowly turned around to face him. He was so just trying to push her into spilling the beans, but unlike him, she had had a brother to fight with her whole life, and whom she had learned how to shoot down persistent inquiries.

Letting her face fall into a soft deadpan, she crosses her arms and stands just a bit taller, her hazel eyes meeting his own with just a slight challenge.

"Are you asking me to break my vow to the Midnight Club? What happens in the Midnight Club stays in the Midnight Club."

For just a brief second, her eyes flicker over towards the shop window, Vin getting up and moving around inside having drawn her attention. Her shoulders slump a little and her eyes go down to the ground. Would she ever get to say that line again? Would she ever get to knock back a shot with Sabastian, and fall over onto the floor giggling with him again? She didn't want to think about that.

Just at that moment, Delvin opened the door, stepping out with the picture now in his hand. He looked as if he was posed to say something, but when he saw the somewhat sad look on Cora' face, he hesitated. Was he interrupting something?

 

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"...He severed his tentacle again-kind of blame myself for that one. I thought I took away anything sharp for him to play with, but I guess I forgot about his teeth..."

Both Sabastian and Sayori cringed. While Sabastian knew how much that probably hurt, Sayori had a good idea too. The fact that he would chew off his own appendage to avoid impregnating her was touching, but she hated that he was hurting himself for her. In addition to that, it meant that she wouldn't see him again for a long time,

"I know you're not a messenger, but please tell him he doesn't have to do that anymore since I'm already pregnant, and... please tell him that I'm not going to be hurt from it." Her concerned eyes looked into Fran's before she turned and sat on the familiar bed, nodding at the idea of dinner. Sayori found herself feeling quite hungry, though she imagined it was due to the eggs.

When Francisco gave him that warning, he looked back at the officer grimly. So he was basically saying that if he tried to escape, then Kuznet would likely kill someone else, possibly even the small lady sharing his cell. It made sense that this officer would try to dissuade him. He and Sayori seemed to almost be friends, so if his selfish actions put her in harms way, he could see him being pissed.

Sabastian felt a sudden, overwhelming influx of mixed emotions, love, fear, and sadness being at the forefront. His eyes welled up and he looked away from Francisco, his own face looking a bit confused and surprised as tears rolled down his cheeks. Cora. The other person clearly loved her deeply, all of the emotions having centered on her memory.

"I got it..." he muttered, turning away from Francisco and walking into the cell. He rubbed his wrists, distracted by the thought of communicating with the other person. "I'm going to take a nap. I still feel pretty weak..." he said to Sayori tiredly before walking into the giant hole in the wall and laying on the other bed, pulling a thread-bare blanket over himself.

She watched him go with concern, having hoped she could chat with him a bit. Sayori had been in her birdcage alone for several days though, so she could manage another hour or two by herself. Besides, she wanted to clean up a bit. She set to work on washing the lube off of her thighs.

Closing his eyes, Sabastian tried to clear his mind a bit, wanting to strengthen their connection hopefully. While he had a few helpful pointers from Robert, he was still not as practiced at this.

He wanted to share a memory, but wasn't sure whether it would actually be shared the way he wanted it. This was simply going to test the waters as it was. Sabastian picked a memory of Cora, carefully choosing a good one- the midnight club. He imagined the sting of the alcohol on his tongue, the way Cora had squealed and tapped her feet for him when he shared that he and Vin were basically a couple, following it was the image and sound of Cora touching his tentacle and giggling "Oh my god, it feels like a freaking dildo!", the taste of cherries on his tongue as well as the saltiness of the crackers. He let the feeling of mirth and closeness to her well up in his memory, remembering the way her eyes had lit up in the moonlight.

And then memories of Vin started slipping through, the image of him crawling on top of him and whining about being horny, the feeling of Vin's hot breath on his neck and the taste of his tongue. The way his hands squeezed his ass and the sound of that low, sultry growl of his. SHIT. He hadn't meant to share that, the little man blushing as his concentration was broken for a moment or two. This was tough, not letting his mind wander. He hoped the other person hadn't seen too much on their side or thought they were trying to send those images. God he was fucking embarrassed.

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"Are you asking me to break my vow to the Midnight Club? What happens in the Midnight Club stays in the Midnight Club."

God, that sentence only made him want to know more. So he had confirmation that they actually had talked about something regarding marriage or a white dress, or both. That made him feel a bit excited, but as he opened his mouth to press her again, his eyes caught the sad way she seemed to be lost in thought. She probably missed Sabastian already, and it was hard to not let worry sneak up on them at times.

He looked up as Vin came out, the other man looking hesitant. Damien reached up and rubbed Cora's arms before sighing. "Okay okay... I'll let you off the hook for now, but sooner or later I'm going to make you spill the beans about that dress." He stood back a bit so that he was more angled toward Vin, "is the picture ready? We're all loaded up, so we could probably leave now if you're ready."

 

[Drobabes]

Quint felt as if the other person was more practiced, or had maybe sensed his confusion, as soon enough he began to feel more than he had expected. He felt light-hearted, and suddenly he had such a clear memory of Cora's adorable little squeal that he could all but hear it in his ears. He smiled, the feeling of it bringing him such an immense amount of joy and happiness that he had almost forgotten what it had felt like, and he hadn't even been in Ray's sick clutches for much more than a month. Oh how quickly his games could take hold of the mind, even when one knew how to avoid the traps.

What followed next, however, made his eyes pop open and heat flush his cheeks. He didn't immediately pop a boner, but he'd be lying if he said that the other man's horniness wasn't felt. Very quickly he felt embarrassed, and Quint couldn't help but wonder if that was Sabastian, because he himself wasn't easily embarrassed.

Suddenly he burst out laughing, holding his side as he bent over a bit. It would seem as if some things were not voluntarily shared.

After another moment of laughing, he collected himself and cleared his thoughts. Whoever Sabastian was, it would seem that he had spent time with his sister and had very fond feelings for her. Quint wanted to repay the man for giving him such a feeling of joy, and a memory that he had so desperately needed to hear.

Even though they were both now focused on sharing and trying to strengthen the link, Quint could still feel the fear and disgust at the back of his mind, and now he thought he knew why. Ray had probably done something disgusting to him, or made him do something cruel, so Quint wanted to offer him a way to fight that. A way to rebel against the cruel, twisted games of that monster.

Letting out a slow breath, he tried to think back on his childhood. He remembered going on a family vacation, just him, Cora, and his parents. His mother was sitting on the porch of the cabin in the sun, her eyes closed as she soaked up the warmth. Behind him, he could feel the warm presence of his father, such a big, strong, yet quiet and gentle man. He was showing him how to brew coffee, grinding the beans, and then lifting his little body up so that he could sit on the counter and watch as those dark hands worked the machine.

"Quinton...make me a cup too, please..."

His sister, still sleeping in the front room, calling out from under the blankets.

The feeling of the memory was warmth, and love, like getting tucked in on christmas eve with a soft fire crackling in the background, and even softer music playing down the halls.

Suddenly, something else came to his thoughts. Walking through tall redwoods and snow, holding a warm hand. Before them, there were presents wrapped up in pretty paper, sitting under a tree that was still growing, and then a voice, saying-

He snapped his eyes open and stood, shutting that memory down hard. He really should have saw that coming; if the other guy could accidentally send him unwanted memories, then it should have been obvious that he could do the same.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," he began to sing as he stood and started doing jumping jacks, the chains on his ankles digging into his skin. The pain was a good distraction though, and he would have to be a lot more careful. If he let that slip...well, there was no telling what might happen.
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Cora looked up at him and tried her best to give him a little smile, although it was hard considering what they were about to go out and do.

Vin let out a little breath of relief, glad it wasn't anything too bad.

"Yea, it's ready."

He stepped forward, handing over the picture of Sabastian. Even though he had said he couldn't draw photo realistic, he had still done a damn fine job on the details, capturing his soft smile and the way his hair curled in certain spots, and he had used a blue inked pen to very lightly add just a bit of color to his eye, making it stand out amongst the shades of grey and black.

 

[Poprockz]

After a moment, Sabastian had to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud. It seemed like Quint found his embarrassment amusing, though he wasn't sure if he understood that those steamy memories weren't meant to be shared.

Suddenly, he started getting an image from him, Sabastian feeling grateful that the man was so receptive to their trading. A smile came to his face as he basked in the warmth of the memory, the image of the blanket-covered Cora coming to mind as she asked for some coffee. It was a memory that exuded safety and comfort, to be so content and surrounded by love. Though Quint couldn't completely wipe clean the day's events, the memory did a damn good job of making the little man feel a lot better.

The next thing he knew, he felt the coldness of the snow all around him, though he also felt the warmth of that hand. It seemed like the person holding hands was about to say something and then- Sabastian jumped, the shock of how quickly that had been cut off alarming him slightly, though he soon settled back into the bed. It seemed like the other person really hadn't wanted him to see that memory, and he couldn't blame him if it was a bad one.

Speaking of, he wanted to tell him what had happened earlier, but wasn't sure whether he should. It was horrible, the three people killed and Sayori being impregnated. If Quint didn't pick up on everything well enough, the memory would simply alarm him. Still, he thought he should at least try. He focused on Kuznet, remembering the way he had gestured at Sayori, telling him he needed his eggs and that she would be his willing host. He remembered that demented smirk on Kuznet's face as Sabastian held a gun to Jonathan's back, and then... Pop pop pop! The sound of the gun and each of the bodies hitting the floor. The look on Sayori's face as the gun was pointed to her again. That soft blue nighty she was in and the way her body trembled with fear. The disgusting smell of blood in the air as he was given the choice again.

He hoped Quint understood, pausing for a moment to try to send a follow-up message. Safe safe safe. Sayori was safe, and would remain safe.

 

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Quint had stopped doing his jumping jacks, feeling as if the other end of their link was buzzing again, so he walked around a little to catch his breath and clear his mind again, trying to let him in. However, as soon as it started, he almost wished he hadn't.

His hand went up to hold the side of his head, trying to make sense of what he was getting. He thought of Ray again, sensing it had something to do with him, and a cold rage filled him as he could almost feel the intensity of shots. He couldn't quite hear them, but his body reacted as if someone had fired near him, like how it did when they were practicing at the range. The smell of blood flooded his senses for a brief moment and he gagged, tears welling up in his eyes.

So, someone had likely been killed because Sabastian had tried to fight? He wasn't surprised, but he still cried for whoever it had been.

Sayori was now heavily on his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if Kuznet was using the other zombie to do what he had refused. The follow up message made him open his eyes, not realizing he had closed them, and he slowly dropped his hand down.

"No, Sabastian" he said grimly.

"She's not safe. She'll never be safe again; not as long as he's alive."

He didn't feel guilt so much as a grim recognition of his own part in Sayori's freedom being stripped from her. Because of who she was, and who she knew, she had been dragged into their game.

He went over to a bowl, pouring a bit of water into it and taking a moment to splash some onto his face before he sighed heavily and went back over to his bed to sit down. This next part was not going to be easy for him to ask, but he had to know.

He closed his eyes, and then he tried to remember every detail of the steely eyed man who had had his hand on Cora's waist. His thoughts were clouded with dark anger, but also a deep confusion and worry.

"Why does she look so happy Sabastian? Tell me..."

 

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He new Quint received most of the message, but what he got back was a strong feeling of remorse and pity centered around Sayori. It seemed like Quint didn't believe him regarding her safety, causing Sabastian to sigh. Hopefully the officer would clear things up with him like Sayori had asked him to.

Still, he thought he might understand what Quint meant. When he had watched the way Kuznet had stroked her cheek almost lovingly, then gripped her hair, it made him feel like there was an invisible chain around her neck that Kuznet held tightly. Who knew what a psycho like that would do to her, especially since she seemed expendable to him.

He turned over on his side, opening up the blanket a bit to let some fresh air in before lowering it back down over himself. The next thing he knew he was getting an image. Dark hair, grey eyes, a tall man with connections to Cora, the brightness of her smile while his hand was on her waist. There was anger in this image, but also a need to know who he was and what his relation to her was.

It was Damien he wanted to know about. This was a tricky topic, and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to divulge. Being that he was her sister, he may not be too happy with some of the details. Still, he deserved to know who he was.

Sabastian was going to be sending a lot of images, so he concentrated hard. First came an image of the grey-eyed man on a bench with her, the man crying into her lap and then the sweetness of her voice as she sang softly. There was a memory of them dancing to the music, a happy look on Cora's face as she danced for Damien, a look of wonder and amazement on his face. Then he sent an image of Cora bent over the desk, exhausted, used, and dirty, the grey-eyed man swooping forward and punching a preacher in the face hard before descending down upon him, Sabastian not willing to go into more of that memory, though he couldn't forget the cracks of the man's fingers. He thought of her in the bed, dizzy and hot, and in so much pain from the bite. Damien laid in the bed with her, simply holding her against him. He thought of the way he had held her at the fire when they were camped out, his arms holding her protectively. Sabastian thought about the looks they traded and the way they touched each other affectionately.

"She loves him." He thought, trying to answer him more simply.

 

[Drobabes]

Perhaps it was because he was trying hard to concentrate, or perhaps it was because it was his sister and therefore he was naturally more focused, Quint was able to receive almost every image that he sent with clear visibility.

His emotions became very confused and shocked, watching as his sister showed this man, no, this fucking rapist, sides of herself that she had only ever shown to him and Sarah. The way she sang, the smile on her face...they were genuine, he knew, and yet, he didn't want to believe that.

She loves him.

The words went through his mind, but he wasn't sure if it was from his own realization or Sabastian sending them to him. Suddenly he felt a deep sense of betrayal, and anger bordering on being absolutely livid. How could she? After everything they had gone through, how could she fall in love with a rapist?

"Bullshit" he spat, suddenly standing as all four of his tentacles came out to twitch in agitation, and he began to pace around the room. Of course, Quint had seen the way the man had held her, what he had done for her, and the way he had cried...but right in that moment, his anger clouded his better sense of judgement and wouldn't let him think about those more moral actions.

"No. Stockholm. Stockholm, do you hear me? No, you know what, fuck you."

He held his hand out in front of him and flipped himself off, staring at it with intensity and burning the image through his mind.

 

[Poprockz]

He had expected for Quint to be upset or concerned, but what he hadn't expected was unbridled rage. Sabastian could practically feel the waves of anger radiating off of the man from the realization that his sister loved that guy. It made Sabastian wonder whether Quint knew about Damien, but how could he? That was a secret between Damien and Cora. Although, now that he thought about it, he almost got the feeling that the anger was directed toward him.

Sabastian's mouth dropped open slightly once he realized that Quint was quite literally flipping him off. How fucking immature was this guy? Here he was, opening up communications between them, giving him information as asked, and he had the nerve to act like a little asshole and flip him off? He that thought to himself as he scowled, trying to think of some retribution he could do. He wracked his mind, but the only thing he could think of was to return the favor. Sabastian glared at his own hand as he flipped the guy the bird, his pink nail apparent in his sight. "Well fuck you too, buddy!"

He then raised his other hand and flipped him off with both hands. There! Quint could get both middle fingers, the ungrateful shit.

 

[Drobabes]

The message was received loud and clear, two pretty pinked nails popping up into his mind as they returned the bird. Quint let that thought linger in his mind a moment, trying to come up with some insulting nickname for the man based on those stupid painted nails, but he was honestly coming up blank for once, the pain of betrayal simply too fresh on his mind.

Still steaming, he continued to pace around the room, although he tried to block the man out of his mind now. Not that he really had any idea how to do that, of course, but his anger was so much that he simply didn't want to let him in and see how much pain it was actually putting him through.
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Kuznet was sitting at his desk, writing a few reports while Jonathon gave him the details of what he had seen on the trail. He was most interested in doing an autopsy of the zombie which they had bagged, but for the moment, he was simply taking in the details to make notes of it later.

"Do you have the photos on you?"

"No. Would you like me to bring them to the next meeting?"

"Yes, along with an autopsy report."

"What in the fuck is he doing?"

That had come from Francis, who had been reclined back in a chair behind the mountain of a man and wasting his time drawing in that useless notepad again. However, his comment drew Kuznet's curious gaze to the little video feed that was hidden below his desk. With interest, he watched as the blond sat flipping the bird, and then a mere second later, put his other hand up.

He smirked, looking over his shoulder at his true second.

"Perhaps he's communicating."

"With Quint?" Fran asked.

"Little Quinton has always had a way of getting under the skin. It would not surprise me at all if he wanted to say hello. It does make me curious..."

The pen in his hand tapped idly against the stack of papers, and then he went back to writing out the rest of the report.

"Fran, get off your ass and go do what I told you to do. And see if our new little toy is willing to divulge what that was about."

Francis sighed, leaning back in his chair a moment before getting up with a groan.

"Aaalrriiight" he whined, giving Kuznet a short few pats on the shoulder as he walked by, before looking down at Jonathon with a grin.

"We still on for poker later, Johnny boy?"

"You bet your bald ass, I want that coin."

 

[Poprockz]

"Are you, um. Are you okay in here?" Sayori had poked her head hesitantly into his cell, the blonde freezing with his hands up, flipping himself off. She had heard him say something that sounded like an insult and had been just a tad curious.

His cheeks turned slightly pink and he mumbled, "oh, um, yeah. Realistic dream. There was a real asshole in it."

She giggled slightly, finding it a bit funny that he was the type to actually talk in his sleep and do odd things like flip himself off during his slumber. Sayori approached him and sat at the end of his bed. He had intended on talking to Quint longer, but the shit was blocking him out and he didn't really want to talk to him anymore anyway.

Sabastian put out his hand, "I don't think we actually exchanged names. Mine is Sabastian."

She smiled and took his hand, shaking it before letting it go, "Sayori."

There was a pause for a moment, Sayori not knowing where to direct the conversation. Sabastian took the initiative and asked, "this is Quint's old cell, I think he said. He's a zombie like me, right?"

She nodded and smiled wistfully, "yes, that's right. He is like you, but his eyes are different, and his tentacle things were different colored.

This got Sabastian's attention, "were they like half-full eyes?" Robert had those types of eyes, so maybe Quint was like him.

"No," she shook her head, "he had eyes that were like hazel eyes with a purple ring. His tentacles were white, too. I wonder why there are differences..."

A shrug came from Sabastian, "no idea. Although, I suppose it doesn't really matter. It's the ones with completely violet eyes you have to watch out for. They're usually pretty dangerous."