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Who: Diogenes (
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Where: Hedge maze! Because I said so.
When: ...Right now? Probably after Stango gets some EVE from Sinclair.
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for violence.
Summary: Stango and Diogenes run into each other in the hedge maze; HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!
the Story:
Stango meant to save his first EVE hypo for later, but somewhere on the way back to his room, its blue glow started to draw his eye, and the itch got worse, and he started to sweat. He's been around long enough to know that the mansion's hall monitors like to catch people at their worst, so instead of heading back to his room, he's come outside and lost himself in the hedge maze.
There, he holds the needle up to the evening light and shudders. He's never seen one that big, and doesn't relish the thought of sticking it in himself. But he remembers feeling strong, he remembers walls blurring by, obstacles simply falling away, and that's stronger than his fear of the needle. He closes his eyes, punctures the skin, and depresses the plunger.
The muscles in his arm spasm, and the empty syringe falls from his hand. He opens his eyes and lifts his head, face sheened in sweat, but smiling.
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Where: Hedge maze! Because I said so.
When: ...Right now? Probably after Stango gets some EVE from Sinclair.
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for violence.
Summary: Stango and Diogenes run into each other in the hedge maze; HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!
the Story:
Stango meant to save his first EVE hypo for later, but somewhere on the way back to his room, its blue glow started to draw his eye, and the itch got worse, and he started to sweat. He's been around long enough to know that the mansion's hall monitors like to catch people at their worst, so instead of heading back to his room, he's come outside and lost himself in the hedge maze.
There, he holds the needle up to the evening light and shudders. He's never seen one that big, and doesn't relish the thought of sticking it in himself. But he remembers feeling strong, he remembers walls blurring by, obstacles simply falling away, and that's stronger than his fear of the needle. He closes his eyes, punctures the skin, and depresses the plunger.
The muscles in his arm spasm, and the empty syringe falls from his hand. He opens his eyes and lifts his head, face sheened in sweat, but smiling.
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He exhales a slow stream of smoke while rounding a corner and suddenly stops dead at the sight of Stango. He looks potentially worse for the wear, but the syringe on the ground and the smile on his face are clear signs of danger.
He wonders for a moment if he can escape unnoticed, but it doesn't look promising.
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"Well, well, well. If it ain't Pendergast Number Two. What brings you out here?"
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"Merely enjoying the night, Detective." He surveys the scene once more before taking another drag off of his cigarette. "And you?"
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He watches Diogenes for a moment, appraisingly.
"Hey, just outta curiosity, weren't you threatenin' me a couple days back?"
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"I never threaten, Detective Stango. I simply make promises that I have every intention of keeping."
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Diogenes slowly draws a slim case from his vest, speaking cordially while removing the scalpel from it.
"I had not planned on delivering on said promise this evening, but I am a great believer in providence."
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He is not, but it sounded good at the time.
He doesn't wait for Diogenes to prepare--he's never claimed to be any kind of gentleman. He just snaps his fingers, flings out his hand, and rushes forward in a blur.
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But having turned, he makes another rush--this one not aided by the plasmid, though still much faster than he was the first time they met. He's drawing his gun, hoping to catch Diogenes while he's still on the ground.
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At this distance, he won't be able to avoid a second sweep of the scalpel. Unless...
Staggering a little on his wounded leg and leaving bloody prints on the dirt floor of the maze, he runs at Diogenes again, at the last moment swerving and going past him, turning back to face him once he has a little distance, hoping that the change in direction will slow Diogenes down enough to save his life.
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"My my, it seems we've got a few more tricks up our sleeve than last time, eh, Detective?"
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"Against my will. But hey, providence, right?"
There's that ugly, mocking laugh again.
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"Is that so? You didn't seek out this little advantage of yours? I must say, I'm surprised. After our last meeting..." He smirks a little. "Well, I don't suppose it matters. At the end of the day, you're still just a relic."
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"A relic, huh? That ain't too bad. I'd rather be dead than red on the head, y'know."
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"You wound me with your words, Detective. Truly."
Speaking of wounding, Diogenes suddenly dives and rolls toward Stango, making another attempt at the already wounded leg as he rights himself.
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What he doesn't realize is that the pressure he felt against his pants leg was the scalpel striking home, the blade so sharp that he hardly feels it through the jolt of the gunfire and the adrenaline pulsing through his body.
But a moment later, his trouser leg is sodden, first deep, arterial red and then black as the blood saturates the fabric, and there can be no doubt.
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