Nov 3rd - Imaginary Jailors

[Sara Stanton]

--- Branched off from here ---

Sara E would find herself back in the prison area, lying on the floor, with Mara standing cruelly above her, tapping her palm with her tonfa. "I knew you were trouble from the first moment I laid eyes on you."

"Oh bloody hell..." Sara groans, starting to get up again.

[Will Stanton]

'Mara' brings the tonfa down HARD on Sara's back and spine.

"And where do we think WE'RE going?"

[Sara Stanton]

"Agh!" Sara collapses back on the ground with a scream (a tiny part of her wondering if she shouldn't be able to simply decide not to feel pain), rolling herself over on the floor to look up at 'Mara'. "Piss off. You're just part of Will's dream and he'd never hurt me." Really? Because I think she just did.

[Will Stanton]

"Is that so?" Mara smirked, kicking Sara HARD in the ribs and flipping her over onto her back, before sitting down, rapidly and heavily, on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. "And what exactly do you think YOU are at the moment?" she smirked, tapping Sara on the head with the tonfa.

[Sara Stanton]

"I'm still me, I just a visitor, not a 'native' here." she wheezes out, glad for the moment of rest to collect her thoughts, quickly realizing that the only reason her ribs hurt at the moment is because her mind thinks they do. It doesn't do her much good though since despite that realisation they still hurt like hell, even as she shifts into stone. "Now get off of me your glorified piece of fiction."

[Will Stanton]

"Neat trick", Mara smirked, before bringing her knee up to Sara's crotch, again, hard--which, probably to Sara's surprise, would hurt just about as much as if she wasn't stone at all. "That's gonna have to be the first thing we get out of your system, isn't it?" she cruelly laughed, standing up.

[Sara Stanton]

Sara coils herself into a bit of a fetal position at the unexpected pain, trying to stay calm and figure out what the hell is going on. "What do you want?" she manages to gasp out. Fuck fuck fuck, how do I get out of here again? Where is McDohl!?

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, and NOW it asks what we want. Rocks for brains, too," Mara smirked, opening a cabinet that had not been there a second before. "It's just more hazardous waste--gotta keep it away from anywhere it can do damage...containment," she smirked, pulling out a straight jacket and stalking towards Sara.

[Sara Stanton]

The prospect of that is enough to get Sara to scramble up despite her body vehemently insisting against it. "No fucking way. You just... uh... show me the way out and I'll be out of your hair, yes?" she nervously tries to bargain while inching away from 'Mara', trying to ignore the twinges of pain accompanying every move.

[Will Stanton]

"I don't think that's happening," Mara said, backing Sara into a corner. "I let you out, you come right back in. Can't be having that. The doctor will see to you..."

From behind, through a door (where did that come from?) came...well, I guess it's the doctor, but it sure as hell LOOKS like Nina...

[Sara Stanton]

"Oh no! Nononono!" she stammers out at that, trying desperately not to panic. Think damnit! This is Makes-no-sense Central, but that means -you- don't have to make any sense either, so DO something! Once again turning to something she's at least somewhat familiar with she melts into the floor and instantly comes up again behind Nina, trying to lurch through the freshly-existing door.

[Will Stanton]

With lightning speed, far beyond anything she should be able to do, Nina stabs Sara in the leg with SOME kind of syringe, causing her muscles to lock up and send her crashing to the floor.

"Now, let's see here," she said, clinically, checking Sara's pulse, and then opening her mouth and shining a flashlight inside. "Hrmmm....seems healthy enough. Maybe we should try the new formula on her" she said, as Mara walked over.

[Sara Stanton]

"Get the fuck away from me!" she screams while trying in vain to stand up with one working leg. Her mounting panic seems to have 'some' effect though, as tiny as it is and the room inexplicably grows, putting maybe a foot or two of additional space between her and the two others.

[Will Stanton]

"Not happening," Mara laughed, as Nina jabbed another syringe into Sara's OTHER leg, sending her crashing back down to the floor.

Mara roughly wrenched Sara's arms behind her back and slipped the straight jacket on. "There we go--let me know if that's too tight, will you?" she laughed, before dragging Sara by her hair towards the cell.

[Sara Stanton]

She doesn't even bother to take 'Mara' up on the offer, opting instead to try and struggle out of the restraints somehow, letting out a stream of obscenities at Mara, intermingled with screams of pain from being dragged by her hair with her legs uselessly dragging behind her.

[Will Stanton]

"Such a MOUTH on this one!" she laughed, as she lowered a couple hooks from the ceiling. "Going to drive me to distraction."

"Don't let it touch the floor, or it could melt through!" Nina cautioned.

"Of course not," Mara said, rolling her eyes. She produced a pair of handcuffs (from where?) and bound Sara's ankles together. Then, lifting her as easily as if she weighed nothing, Mara latched a hook onto the back of the straightjacket at the wrists and another to the handcuffs, suspending Sara a good three feet above the floor. Latching on a muzzle completed the process.

"There, look! Now you two match!" Mara cackled, lifting Will's head up so Sara could see.

"Now, to keep that mouth of yours shut until I get out of here," she mumbled, pulling out another bottle of oatmeal-like goop and attaching it to Sara's muzzle, letting it glop down the tube as she turned to deal with Will.

To say it was "foul-tasting" would be an insult to things that are foul.

[Sara Stanton]

Having no desire to taste any more of whatever that stuff is than necessary, much less actually swallow it she shifts her head into stone to seal of her mouth, telling herself to wait with trying to shift out of her restraints until Mara follows through on her announcement to leave at some point.

[Will Stanton]

Mara removed the empty bottle from Will's mouth, and tossed it away. She grabbed a hose (damn these dreams and their lack of internal consistency!), and let loose a torrent of water at Will, powerful enough to literally lift him off the floor and slam him against the wall repeatedly as he cried out in pain.

"Baby," Mara muttered, spitting on Will once, before turning to Sara and frowning.

"That's supposed to last you the full week. Maybe next week you'll be more hungry," she shrugged. "Or you could just die. No skin off of my nose," she grumbled, detaching the bottle, unscrewing it, and dumping the slimy contents over Sara's head.

"No bath for you, either, 'till you finish one."

Nina walked over to Will, and, removing a scalpel, slowly (and, from Will's screams, rather painfully) removing a leg, slinging it over her shoulder and skipping out, followed shortly by Mara as she flipped the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

[Sara Stanton]

Sara keeps her eyes closed at the mistreatments Mara heaps on Will, trying her best to ignore his pained cries and she's almost glad as Mara turns her attention on her to cover her in the god knows what she tried to feed her. The moment the lights flicker out she tries to shift out of the straight-jacket only to find that she can't and all she's managing to do is slightly swing back and forth on the chain. After a few moments of angry struggling she turns her head to look at Will, wincing as she sees the reason for his screams.
"W-will? Can you hear me?"

[Will Stanton]

"Mmm-hmm?" the figure says, quietly.

[Sara Stanton]

"Will why are you do--" She stops herself, taking a few deep breathes to calm herself down and ignore the panic gnawing on her mind about how she's hopelessly locked up in a dark room. You're not really here. You're sitting next to McDohl and Will in the Dining Hall, perfectly safe. You're thinking about all this too logical again, in here he's not doing this to himself.

"Why are they doing this to you? To us?"

[Will Stanton]

"Because I'm dangerous. I dunno about you," he said, flatly.

[Sara Stanton]

"You're not dangerous, Will. You're the friendliest person I know. You don't deserve to be here..."

[Will Stanton]

"I'm just gonna hurt people..." he mumbled. "This is for the best..."

[Sara Stanton]

"No you won't. The only thing locking you away does is that it hurts me..." She suddenly remembers the other half of the nightmare and it's own 'version' of reality. "You... you do know who I am, do you?"

[Will Stanton]

"Sara Evans," he said, flatly again. "Or, you were--you're now just another menace...no need for names here."

[Sara Stanton]

"Bullshit. I'm still Sara Evans here and you're still William Stanton, but more importantly you're the love of my life. Does that also not mean anything here?"

[Will Stanton]

"It doesn't mean anything."

[Sara Stanton]

"Don't say that!" she yells, her struggling against the straight-jacket producing a faint sound of a seam or two straining under the stress. "It always means something, no matter where we are!"

[Will Stanton]

"Not here. I wonder what they'll do to us for talking..."

[Sara Stanton]

"How can you let them treat you like this and act as if you deserved it, Will!?"

[Will Stanton]

"I DO deserve it. I'm a hazardous substance. Hazards should be isolated."

[Sara Stanton]

"You're not a hazard, you're a person. You're Will. You'd never do anything to harm anyone unless you had no choice." She wishes she could reach out to comfort him, even if he's 'just' the dream's twisted version of himself.

[Will Stanton]

"I am harm incarnate. Anything spending time with me is ruined forever.

Although it is nice to talk to you--I wonder if they'll remove you or just make us unable to talk...maybe they'll fill my ears with cement again," he said, calmly.

[Sara Stanton]

"They left me here in the first place, right? And I haven't been ruined by spending time with you. My life has never been better ever since I met you."

[Will Stanton]

"You're knocked up, you've been removed from the teams, you're gonna lose your shifting, you've been strait-jacketed, muzzled, chained to the cealing, and are, very attractively, I must say, letting gobs of some sort of paste drip off of your face. You're doing fantastic," he drawled.

[Sara Stanton]

"And if that's what it takes to be with you I will gladly go through all of that and worse if I have to."

[Will Stanton]

"Then you're insane, and belong here."

[Sara Stanton]

She sighs. I belong here as much as you do.

"If you truly believe that everything near you is ruined and if there's any good left in you then you wouldn't want me to be here. It wouldn't be containment, it would make me worse."

[Will Stanton]

"I don't want you in here, but that's not my call is it."