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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 18, 2009 22:38:19 GMT -6
Tribulation Cain stood at the entrance to the interrogation chamber. Through the polarized glass, he could see inside, but the man inside, cuffed and sitting at a desk, could not see out. Cain took the opportunity to study him, ignoring the droning voice of Paul Enker beside him. Whatever Enker had to say, it was hardly important.
The man in the cell was important. Unwin Visvajit was one of the few humans who had successfully genetically engineered himself. And after the mess on Antheia with the cyborg, it would be good to get some hard, solid answers from one of the two most wanted neo-humans.
Cain could already feel the throb in his knuckles. It was a good feeling, one that went right to the bone. Visvajit was talking. According to the reports he'd read on the way over, the thing was likely attempting to taunt Cain. That was fine. They would both see how long that lasted once Cain entered the room.
"-made some real headway, if you would just mind-" Enker droned on. Cain pushed open the door to the cell and walked in.
He did no introduce himself. Instead, he took at seat across from Visvajit and leaned back into it, taking a closer look. Only one yellow eye. The report mentioned he simply hadn't had the time to change the other one. It also listed a number of other physical alterations.
"When I was a kid," He said, not giving Visvajit a chance to ask any questions or smart-ass remarks of his own, "I lived down the street from this boy with six fingers on his right hand. His parents couldn't afford the operation to remove it. So they left it. And every day, they would corner him on the street or in the schoolyard, and they would hurt him for being different."
Cain paused for a beat, then added, "One day, when we were about ten or so, the bullies held him down on the floor, and cut it off with a knife."
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 18, 2009 23:01:20 GMT -6
Unwin sat alone for a while, hand cuffed and sat in a chair with a desk in front of him. He was stiff and still a bit tired from his bad sleeping arrangements. But at least he could sit and move around a bit, it was better than a constant strap down, especially when you have a horrible itch you cant get to. He was also glad to be wearing some form of clothing. He sat tapping his fingers on the table and glancing around. He yawned and made a small snort, how long would it take before someone came in? He was getting bored.
When a man had finally entered, Unwin raised an eyebrow. The large man just sat down and started blabbing. Unwin made a small sigh, 'Great... A story teller...' He wasn't even completely paying attention. He caught the words, different, cut it off and knife. Pretty sad, but he really didn't care.
"I get it, so you're going to bore me to death instead of hit me? Good to know." He yawned again and leaned back on his chair. "I could use a nap..."
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 18, 2009 23:22:55 GMT -6
Cain did not smile at Visvajit, or show any emotion. Instead, he simply leaned over, grabbed Visvajit's head, and slammed it down on the steel table. And then, he carefully positioned his thumb overtop the yellow eye.
"They took that boy's finger because he was an aberration, because he was not like the rest. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But nature is cruel. Life is cruel. And an aberration cannot be allowed to continue and pollute the concept of what a man is... and what a man is not." He brought the thumb in close, keeping Visvajit's head pinned to the table, "And if you feel I am boring you, please, feel free to say so. We'll skip my boring questions, and proceed straight to the part where I strip you of your aberrations, starting with that eye."
He sat back in his chair, letting go of Visvajit and watching the man straighten up.
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 18, 2009 23:44:02 GMT -6
The head slam to the table definitely woke him up that's for sure. "Gah..." He kept his eyes shut because he knew if he had opened them right away he'd probably get quite the dizzy feeling. He felt the man's finger near his eye and cringed a bit. Why did people have a fascination for touching his face?
"No... no I'm good..." He grunted in reply. He liked his eye and wanted it to stay in his head. He slowly opened his eyes as he was released. Carefully, he sat back up and brought his hands to his head. That was gonna hurt for a while. Rubbing his forehead he stared at the man trying to figure him out. It wasn't going so well.
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 18, 2009 23:56:22 GMT -6
Cain watched Visvajit sit up and rub his forehead. His tone had dramatically changed. Most men's did once they realized they weren't dealing with someone willing to tolerate their brand of posing dramatics. Cain was not here to indulge in some pissing contest. He wanted his information, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.
Recovering of the intellectual property was priority number one according to the list Enker had attempted to force Cain to read. But he didn't care. Cain would be happy to see the files never found, left to languish in some forgotten storage unit. This sort of perverse twisting of the human body was something he did not feel he should encourage, no matter if it was a single man behind it, or an corporation.
Cain started with the questions he felt were important, the first being why a man would willingly transform himself into something less than human. "What is the purpose of your aberrations?"
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 19, 2009 0:19:41 GMT -6
Unwin paused for a second then blurted, "To be better. Better than your average boring human drone wandering the streets. Simple as that." You walk around Terra, everyone's the same. You go to other planets, you find better beings. Capable of more than an average human. Unwin wanted to be something more, and once he found it was possible he went for it.
He scanned the room again. That mirror was clearly a one way. Most of these types of rooms had them, he was just curious as to who was watching through it. All he could see was himself and the other guy across from him. Whom he already didn't like at all.
"Okay, I'm just curious. You seem like you don't really care about this whole situation that much. So, why are you here? You just feel like slamming someones face into tables and shit?" Unwin asked placing his hands back on the table.
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 19, 2009 0:36:04 GMT -6
Cain considered this. Visvajit wanted to be better. And to him, better meant taking a surgical knife to his body and slicing it up, putting something new inside. Cain could understand the desire to be better. But to do it by mutilating yourself, destroying the tools biology had given you and inserting new ones? There had to be something very wrong with you.
It appeared that Visvajit didn't learn very quickly. He was once again opening his mouth, chirping like a bird. That was fine. He could chip. So could Cain, like a cat in the long glass, luring the prey into submission. "I am here because I have a way of speaking that encourages others to speak back. Sometimes, I talk with my words, and other times..." He gestured to Visvajit's face. There would be a nasty bruise there in a few hours. "And I have an... interest in your kind."
"How did you gDNA Inc's building?" He asked another question that interested him. This one was on the list. According to the report, they had combed the building from top to bottom looking for Visvajit, but found no trace of him, except for some fingerprints in the burglarized laboratory. The cameras registered nothing usual, nor did any alarms go off. The current thought was that he had come in through the vents but they had found no DNA there to support it.
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 19, 2009 1:01:01 GMT -6
"When you do what I do for long enough you learn a few tricks." He had gone in right under their noses. Just barley managed to hide himself well enough that none of the major systems picked up on him. When needed he occasionally turned to special make up and prosthetics. But this was only when he knew there was no other way to do it. "I'm a con artist, I'm good at what I do. And at that point it was making people believe I was someone I wasn't."
He wasn't in a very information sharing mood. Though he could easily guess that he'd also end up in a fair amount of pain before this guy left. He decided it would be worth t just to show that you cant always get what you want by force. Sure it probably wasn't a good idea on Unwin's part, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 19, 2009 1:22:04 GMT -6
It was the words Visvajit used that gave it away. making people believe I was someone I wasn't. If you didn't enter through the vents or from below, then the best way to enter was to look like someone who belonged there. The report had mentioned he was wearing a contact on his yellow eye when captured. And considering Visvajit's obsession with being something other than himself, disguises fit perfectly into his psychological profile.
With all the information he needed, Cain asked the final question he was curious about. After this, it would be on to regular interrogation tactics, pain and more pain until Visvajet broke and confessed where the very valuable intellectual property was. "What was it that made you hate yourself so much that you'd rather see a monster when you look in the mirror than your original body?"
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 19, 2009 9:04:56 GMT -6
"Monster?" he laughed a bit, "I'd hardly use those words. You want to see a monster you go find yourself a goblin." The visible physical mutations weren't originally part of the plan, they had just come along. Sure he was a bit surprised at first but it didn't take long for him to get used to them like they'd been there all his life. Not a big deal.
"I've never really hated myself, for any other reason than allowing my self to be sitting here right now." He made a small snort and looked back at the mirror for a second. He had been careless this time, rushed and not paying better attention to things. He should have kept a closer watch on things, but he didn't and wasn't to happy about it.
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 19, 2009 12:47:55 GMT -6
Cain nodded, not to Visvajit, but to himself. Of course Visvajit wouldn't see his need to be something other than human as self-loathing. And yet, there it was, clear as day. Visvajit was a sick man. He needed therapy and some doctor to ask him about his family, but Cain didn't care about that. You couldn't fix something this broken. But you could take away the things that made him less than human. Sometimes that meant an extra finger. Sometimes that meant a life.
Time for the necessary questions. The intellectual exercise over, it was on to the short list of government questions. It was short not because there was a lack of things to ask Unwin, but because Cain could make it through three questions before the prisoner was bleeding too hard to continue. "Where have you stored the stolen equipment?"
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 19, 2009 13:50:03 GMT -6
Unwin was having a hard time reading this guy. He wasn't sure if the head to the desk was just a warning or something a little more serious. Enker seemed scared of the mention of his name, but then again Enker seemed like the kind of guy who could easily be scared by someone a bit bigger than him.
"Under my bed." Unwin stated keeping a straight face the best he could. Well it was partially true. He had various hidden storage areas he put into the hotel room in the Underworld. One of them happened to be under the bed. But he didn't use that one often as it seemed like it would be the easiest one to find. Though he expected a punch or something of the like for that answer.
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 19, 2009 15:36:53 GMT -6
The answer was about as much as Cain expected, more sarcasm. He reached across the table and grabbed the chain of the handcuffs and dragged Visvajit's hands into Cain's reach. And while he did that, his other hand produced a multi-tool.
He had already prepared it outside the room. There was nothing that took away from the intimidation factor like having to stop and set it up. As it stood, all it took was a solid flick of Cain's wrist to get the head of the pliers to appear. Then he grabbed hold of one of Unwin's fingernails. "And where is your bed?"
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Post by Unwin Visvajit on Sept 19, 2009 15:53:30 GMT -6
'Shit!' He flinched trying to get out of the way but wasn't fast enough. He was dragged across the table quite quickly. As soon as the tool was pulled out Unwin's eyes widened. He wasn't even at a good angle to try and flip the table between them. He was stuck and wasn't too fond of the device in the mans hands, especially the way he held his hand.
"Not near here..." he grunted and tried to pull from the mans grip. He was starting to miss Enker, so much more fun to bother. There was only one thing he could think of that that device would be used for and he really didn't want it to be used, but also really didn't want to give up the location of where he lived and kept all his stuff.
Besides, he wouldn't kill him would he? They needed the location and they weren't going to get it with him dead. Maybe he could take some pain and not manage to spill. Maybe...
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Post by Tribulation Cain on Sept 19, 2009 18:32:19 GMT -6
There was the fear, finally, and the realization that Cain wasn't messing around a little too late. He kept his grip on the chain, holding Visvajit over the table. His feet wouldn't have enough traction to get himself upright, and with his hands held like this, he was a sitting duck. That yellow eye was staring at Cain, and it took a great deal of effort on Cain's part to not poke it out.
Instead, he tightened the grip on the multi-tool and pulled, hard. The fingernail came off. He kept his grip tight, not letting Visajit get his feet under him or get any leverage to pull back. And then, he put the pliers on the next fingernail. "Be more specific."
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