Michael sagged against the wall at his side, feeling spent, feeling elated. Demons sought to calm his sensitive flesh with licks and gentle touch, but he could not feel them. There was only Elise, and Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. His eyes, feeling heavy, tracked the calming pulse of light that enveloped Elise, a shaky, heavy hand lifting to trace the lines of blood he'd marked into her flesh. His palm flattened over her heart, a dark shape within the light, and he smiled softly.
"Because on this day atonement will be made for you, to cleanse you," he whispered, lips barely moving as his vision blurred. His eyes slid closed as his body sagged, head lulling forward onto her chest. "Then, before the Lord, you will be clean from all your sins...
"My love..." He pressed a kiss to her flesh, and slipped into the floating nothingness of God's pure light.
"I DON'T WANT IT!" Madeleline screamed, hands balling into fists in her long brown hair, chewed nails catching in its tangles as she yanked and pulled. Tears streaked her cheeks, sliding down her temples to pool in the whorls of her ears, glistening drops falling onto the hard examination table beneath her. She kicked her feet against the thick vinyl cords holding them down, little black doll-like shoes reflecting the harsh light of the large round light hanging above her, throwing it back like an insult as she reached small clawing fingers out toward the hands attempting to grab hers. Small teeth snapped and bit and gnashed as she released shriek after shriek into the tiny room.
White room. White walls. White lights. White people. White and bright all the time and Madeleine couldn't stand it.
"I DON'T WANT IT! GET AWAY! CUNT! FUCKER! LITTLE COCK SUCKER! GET AWAY!"
But their white gloved hands came at her anyway, ripping her nails away from their white jackets, away from her beautiful curly brown hair, and shoved her hands down against the table, strapping on white vinyl bindings that wouldn't let her move, touch her face, comb her fingers through her beautiful hair. Another wider strap around her waist, and then the needle.
Madeleine screamed as they brought it to her flesh, writhed against the prick of it into her skin, her head tossing from side to side so violently that white hands came around the sides of it to hold her still. She spat at the white mask the person wore, struggling, screeching, crying for as long as she could, until the drug they'd injected dragged her under in nightmarish darkness and the dreams it held.
Dr. Gilner stood, placing the last of seven spent syringes in the sharps container before removing the surgical mask and cap she wore. "Results of sleeping agent 742 on subject A409562X are better than expected," she said, knowing the small black mic that hung over the examination table would pick up her muttered words. She stripped her hands of the surgical gloves she wore and ran thick fingers through her short salt-and-pepper hair. "Time from first injection to unconsciousness: 45 minutes. Amount of sleeping agent 742 used: 1356 units."
"Better than last time by far," Dr. Takamori agreed, stepping up to the table. He held his hands aloft, keen to keep sterility while the little girl on the table was stripped of her clothes by an assistant, first the little black Mary Jane shoes she wore, then the white tights with little hearts sewn into the design. Frilly blue little girl panties and frilly sky blue dress followed, revealing the nearly perfect specimen beneath. Perfect, aside from self-inflicted scratches on the abdomen and thighs, the pinprick little scabs on the insides of her elbows that revealed where she had shoved the sharp black bristles of her hair brush into her skin. "And the units used are also far more."
"By 500 units," Dr. Gilner responded with a nod, pleased with the results. She stepped back and lit a cigarette, ignoring the dirty look her colleague shot her way from behind the plastic face mask he wore; she was far enough away from the examination table that the ash would not break sterility, and the fans set into the ceiling would siphon the smoke away from the room long before it reached Dr. Takamori's nose.
Dr. Takamori glared at the woman a moment longer, then lifted the hemostats from the instruments cart at his side, setting to work on removing the bristles from Madeleine's arm.
OOC: "because on this day atonement will be made for you, to cleanse you. Then, before the LORD, you will be clean from all your sins." Lev. 16:30, New International Version