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icecoldfrostEmma hadn't meant to stay out so late shopping, she really hadn't. Once she'd realized it was almost nine, she'd hurried for her portal, ducking down the safer shortcuts that she still knew like the back of her hand. New York was her city, and that knowledge gave Emma the confidence to hurry along, less than mindful of her surroundings than she would have been anywhere else.
When she'd tripped over something, she just swore at herself for not watching the sidewalk more carefully, and set about picking up her bags. She didn't pay any mind to the two men walking past her; at least, not until the turned around and grabbed her.
The last thing she remembered, she hadn't even had time to scream or shift before a cloth was pressed over her face, and the chloroform kicked in.
But now there were harsh lights where beating down on her, and Emma groaned as she started to come around to consciousness, automatically bringing a hand up to shield her eyes. Except that her arms couldn't move, and Emma started awake, panic rising in her chest as she looked around.
White. Everywhere, white. A room, alone, and the only furniture was the bed she was on. Oh, and apparently her clothes were gone, leaving her only a standard issue scrubs top, yoga pants, and the straitjacket that was preventing her arms from moving.
Couldn't shift. Can't shift, not here, not here. It took all of Emma's willpower to suppress her body's instinct to change to diamond and rip her way out of her. If she was outed as a mutant now, her life would be ruined, and there was no way in hell Winston wouldn't hear about it. She'd never get to go to ESU, or any other college.
Her head was still muddied from whatever drugs they'd hit her with last night, so Emma did what any self-respecting eighteen-year-old girl in this situation would do.
She screamed for help. Loudly.
Unluckily for her, there were people who were waiting within hearing distance. "New girl's up," the larger orderly sighed, getting to his feet. "Got the stuff?"
His assistant got out two syringes, carefully lining up a series of small bottles holding various medications, drawing particular amounts into each one. "She threw off that first round abnormally fast," he warned, "So I'm giving you a double-dose. The girls tend to process drugs quickly at first, but once we get a steady amount into her bloodstream, she shouldn't be as much of a problem." He handed them over. "Don't prick yourself."
"Please. I've been doing this for how long?" The smaller man just shrugged, and went to open the door for his boss.
Okay, the door was opening, and Emma's mouth snapped shut as she warily regarded the man who entered. With needles. Great. Not someone who was likely to help. "My lawyer is going to have a field day with this," she managed steadily. "Abduction? You really don't hand a former ADA that kind of ammunition."
"That's a problem for your father, Miss Frost, not us," he rumbled, using a hand to shove her back on to the bed when she tried to - awkwardly - bolt. "I remember your brother, you know. He didn't put up fights. Be a good girl, like he was, and this won't hurt."
The torrent of very vile French, English, and Czech that fell from her lips probably gave him a good idea of what Emma thought about that, and would have shocked her teachers. The only thought that kept her from shifting right there and then is that Miss Cabot would stop this, that she wouldn't be here for long, and that there was no way she wouldn't be found.
Winston was not going to get away with this, and she'd only need to endure for a day or so before Miss Cabot set the whole damn place on its ear to get her out.
Not that that stopped her from kicking and screaming, and biting his arm when it got to close to her face. Emma wasn't going to make this easy for the bastard, and when she knocked one of the syringes from his grasp and sent it shattering against the wall, he swore. The punch to her stomach knocked the wind out of her, and as Emma struggled to breathe, he plunged the remaining needle into her leg.
"I know you're freaked, kid, but don't take it out on me," he grumbled, moving to collect as much of the broken plastic and needle as possible. "Once you calm down a bit, we'll take the jacket off, okay? But you need to be a good girl first."
The world was already starting to swim, but Emma managed to give him a hateful glare and spit in his direction. "Fuck you."
"I can tell you're going to be a real jem to work with," he snorted. "Too bad for you, I'm one of the nicer guys."
"Welcome to the Clinic, Miss Frost."
And as the door shut, she started to scream again.
[OOC: General warning for disturbing shit and abuse of authority. Establishy. NFB, NFI, OOC = OK.]
When she'd tripped over something, she just swore at herself for not watching the sidewalk more carefully, and set about picking up her bags. She didn't pay any mind to the two men walking past her; at least, not until the turned around and grabbed her.
The last thing she remembered, she hadn't even had time to scream or shift before a cloth was pressed over her face, and the chloroform kicked in.
But now there were harsh lights where beating down on her, and Emma groaned as she started to come around to consciousness, automatically bringing a hand up to shield her eyes. Except that her arms couldn't move, and Emma started awake, panic rising in her chest as she looked around.
White. Everywhere, white. A room, alone, and the only furniture was the bed she was on. Oh, and apparently her clothes were gone, leaving her only a standard issue scrubs top, yoga pants, and the straitjacket that was preventing her arms from moving.
Couldn't shift. Can't shift, not here, not here. It took all of Emma's willpower to suppress her body's instinct to change to diamond and rip her way out of her. If she was outed as a mutant now, her life would be ruined, and there was no way in hell Winston wouldn't hear about it. She'd never get to go to ESU, or any other college.
Her head was still muddied from whatever drugs they'd hit her with last night, so Emma did what any self-respecting eighteen-year-old girl in this situation would do.
She screamed for help. Loudly.
Unluckily for her, there were people who were waiting within hearing distance. "New girl's up," the larger orderly sighed, getting to his feet. "Got the stuff?"
His assistant got out two syringes, carefully lining up a series of small bottles holding various medications, drawing particular amounts into each one. "She threw off that first round abnormally fast," he warned, "So I'm giving you a double-dose. The girls tend to process drugs quickly at first, but once we get a steady amount into her bloodstream, she shouldn't be as much of a problem." He handed them over. "Don't prick yourself."
"Please. I've been doing this for how long?" The smaller man just shrugged, and went to open the door for his boss.
Okay, the door was opening, and Emma's mouth snapped shut as she warily regarded the man who entered. With needles. Great. Not someone who was likely to help. "My lawyer is going to have a field day with this," she managed steadily. "Abduction? You really don't hand a former ADA that kind of ammunition."
"That's a problem for your father, Miss Frost, not us," he rumbled, using a hand to shove her back on to the bed when she tried to - awkwardly - bolt. "I remember your brother, you know. He didn't put up fights. Be a good girl, like he was, and this won't hurt."
The torrent of very vile French, English, and Czech that fell from her lips probably gave him a good idea of what Emma thought about that, and would have shocked her teachers. The only thought that kept her from shifting right there and then is that Miss Cabot would stop this, that she wouldn't be here for long, and that there was no way she wouldn't be found.
Winston was not going to get away with this, and she'd only need to endure for a day or so before Miss Cabot set the whole damn place on its ear to get her out.
Not that that stopped her from kicking and screaming, and biting his arm when it got to close to her face. Emma wasn't going to make this easy for the bastard, and when she knocked one of the syringes from his grasp and sent it shattering against the wall, he swore. The punch to her stomach knocked the wind out of her, and as Emma struggled to breathe, he plunged the remaining needle into her leg.
"I know you're freaked, kid, but don't take it out on me," he grumbled, moving to collect as much of the broken plastic and needle as possible. "Once you calm down a bit, we'll take the jacket off, okay? But you need to be a good girl first."
The world was already starting to swim, but Emma managed to give him a hateful glare and spit in his direction. "Fuck you."
"I can tell you're going to be a real jem to work with," he snorted. "Too bad for you, I'm one of the nicer guys."
"Welcome to the Clinic, Miss Frost."
And as the door shut, she started to scream again.
[OOC: General warning for disturbing shit and abuse of authority. Establishy. NFB, NFI, OOC = OK.]
