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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4484662" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Last Rites: Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean was in a room. All he could make out was the silhouette of a figure. He was most obscured by the spotlight near his head, shining through the glass separating the examination room from the doctor’s office. </p><p></p><p>“Now Mister Baxter, I’m going to ask you again…”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean could make out a nametag: Dr. Alan Ettringer. </p><p></p><p>“You sustained a shotgun wound at point blank range.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh yeah? I don’t remember.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean was strapped down to a table. He couldn’t move his arms, legs, or even turn his head. Something was connected to his temples. There was an odd hum in the background.</p><p></p><p>“You were cognizant enough to get up, eliminate the target, then make your way to the train’s engine and force the engineer to apply the brakes. You then returned to the location where you were shot and carried on a conversation with your fellow agents.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t—“</p><p></p><p>Ettringer pressed a button and Jim-Bean heard his own voice: “Out of the way…We’ll do this the old fashioned way—“</p><p></p><p>“Do you remember now?”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean shrugged as best he could in his restraints. “Sounds like me.”</p><p></p><p>Ettringer’s smooth voice indicated the slightest hint of amusement. “Let’s move on, shall we? You received a debilitating case of necrotizing fasciitis from a bite wound.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh yah, I remember that. Saucy wench. She could get quite rough if you know what I’m saying—“</p><p></p><p>“Mister Baxter,” interrupted Ettringer. “Do you realize that the mortality rate of necrotizing fasciitis is over 70 percent?”</p><p></p><p>“Err, no?”</p><p></p><p>“When doctors initially examined you, it appeared that the necrotizing fasciitis was actually reversing itself. You didn’t even require debridement.”</p><p></p><p>“…just lucky I guess.”</p><p></p><p>“Uhm hmm.” Ettringer’s hand hovered over a switch. “We’re going to perform a few tests to see the limits of your endurance.” </p><p></p><p>“Wait!” Someone put something over Jim-Bean’s eyes. Jim-Bean struggled in the restraints. “Whaddaya mean by…”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry…” </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean tried to scream, but hands thrust a bite guard into his mouth and pulled it tight, stretching the edges of his lips into a rictus. </p><p></p><p>“You won’t remember any of this. Welcome to Project RECOIL.”</p><p></p><p>Then Ettringer flipped the switch and the world exploded as electricity coursed through every muscle.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4484662, member: 3285"] [b]Last Rites: Prologue[/b] Jim-Bean was in a room. All he could make out was the silhouette of a figure. He was most obscured by the spotlight near his head, shining through the glass separating the examination room from the doctor’s office. “Now Mister Baxter, I’m going to ask you again…” Jim-Bean could make out a nametag: Dr. Alan Ettringer. “You sustained a shotgun wound at point blank range.” “Oh yeah? I don’t remember.” Jim-Bean was strapped down to a table. He couldn’t move his arms, legs, or even turn his head. Something was connected to his temples. There was an odd hum in the background. “You were cognizant enough to get up, eliminate the target, then make your way to the train’s engine and force the engineer to apply the brakes. You then returned to the location where you were shot and carried on a conversation with your fellow agents.” “I don’t—“ Ettringer pressed a button and Jim-Bean heard his own voice: “Out of the way…We’ll do this the old fashioned way—“ “Do you remember now?” Jim-Bean shrugged as best he could in his restraints. “Sounds like me.” Ettringer’s smooth voice indicated the slightest hint of amusement. “Let’s move on, shall we? You received a debilitating case of necrotizing fasciitis from a bite wound.” “Oh yah, I remember that. Saucy wench. She could get quite rough if you know what I’m saying—“ “Mister Baxter,” interrupted Ettringer. “Do you realize that the mortality rate of necrotizing fasciitis is over 70 percent?” “Err, no?” “When doctors initially examined you, it appeared that the necrotizing fasciitis was actually reversing itself. You didn’t even require debridement.” “…just lucky I guess.” “Uhm hmm.” Ettringer’s hand hovered over a switch. “We’re going to perform a few tests to see the limits of your endurance.” “Wait!” Someone put something over Jim-Bean’s eyes. Jim-Bean struggled in the restraints. “Whaddaya mean by…” “Don’t worry…” Jim-Bean tried to scream, but hands thrust a bite guard into his mouth and pulled it tight, stretching the edges of his lips into a rictus. “You won’t remember any of this. Welcome to Project RECOIL.” Then Ettringer flipped the switch and the world exploded as electricity coursed through every muscle. [/QUOTE]
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