Log: Complete

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When: Saturday night, January 27
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Doc (madsciencekink), Lacroix (master_lacroix), and Kagura (kagura_theboar)
Summary: Lacroix brings Doc a new subject.
Log:

	Doc finished checking the restraints on his exam table and the filled hypodermics he had on a tray within reach. Who knew just what would sedate a girl who could turn into a boar? But he had drugs that could sedate vampires so keeping this girl docile shouldn't be overly challenging. At least when he wanted her docile. Underground, behind a steel door that could stop even his creations, Doc felt as safe as he was likely to feel in this city, but he needed guards. Perhaps this girl was a start. If not, she was disposable. He checked his preparations for the tenth time and waited for Lacroix's delivery.
	Lacroix carried the unconscious girl down into the Underground. He had been careful not to trigger her transformation. Not that it would matter since she would likely change back into a human, but he figured the Doctor would rather start out with her as a human first. As he made way toward the Nazi scientist's laboratory, he felt the girl begin to stir. It wouldn't be long before she regain conscious so he would have be quick after all if he bleed her again so soon it would likely kill her. And death was not something he wanted to her to experience just yet. Her kind of strength of character needed to be broken first and the Doc was just the person who could accomplish that. Lacroix had seen through Walter's memories just what the madman was capable of and had no doubt that he could break the girl.
	The security system alerted Doc well before Lacroix entered the tunnels that led to his laboratory. He'd been working non-stop since his arrival to have suitable facilities. It was nothing on what he'd had in Brazil, but he would persevere. At the touch of a button on his remote, the door opened to admit Lacroix with a hiss that indicated an airtight seal. "Put her over there," he told the vampire, waving a six-fingered hand toward the exam table. Introductions were for people who needed the redundant.
	Lacroix scanned the room, memorizing every detail. When the time came the Doc would likely be his prey as well, but for now he was content to the let the man have at the girl. He easily laid her on the table the Doc had pointed too. "Be careful with this one, though she is human she is a trained fighter. Apparently she is a rather high-level martial artist," Lacroix warned, brushing a stray strand of hair off the girl's face to reveal the forming of a slight bruise on her forehead. "Is there anything else you need to know about her before I take my leave?" Lacroix asked, simply.
	"Do you know anything else useful?" Doc asked, seemingly absently while he started applying the straps that held not just wrists and ankles to the table, but upper arms, thighs, knees, elbows, waist, and neck. He had no time for escape artists. He was no silver screen villain to be thwarted by a hero with a lock pick secreted in his cuff. For which same reason his next act was to take a pair of scissors from the tray and cut Kagura's clothes and draw the pieces out from under the straps. When his eyes traveled her body, it was purely clinical. He would have pleasure from what he did with her, but not in the prurient manner of a common rapist. Oh no, he would go so much deeper than that. His pleasure would come from what he would learn from her. What she would do to help him forward his cause of knowledge, devoid of any man-made illusions of ethics or human rights. If he appeared oblivious of Lacroix, that was only appearance. He knew the vampire was present, but had judged that this was not the time he need fear the other.
	"Hmm, let's see. Her transformations are triggered by direct chest to chest contact from the opposite gender or when her body is under extreme stress. Anything else, I'll leave for you to discover on your own after all it is what you do best. I'll be taking my leave now," Lacroix said heading for the door. It was going to be so interesting to see the end product of the Doc's work. The poor girl would never know what hit her and thus one pawn was removed from play.
	"Mm..." Doc muttered, finishing his work with the restraints and pulling out his remote again to open the door for Lacroix. "You'll have others for me, ja?" He wasn't in a rush. This one would do for now. Next, for the smelling salts. Most of his work was best done with a conscious subject. One received so much more effective feedback that way.
	"Yes, of course," Lacroix said with a wave of his hand before walking out the door. He may or may not hand over others but he didn't have to tell the Doc that. Best to let the madman have his fun with the young Japanese girl first and then he would see where to go from there.
	The darkness was slowly clearing and she could hear voices off in the distance. She was mildly aware of the throbbing of her head and she could feel the coldness of a hard suface against her skin. Slowly she was becoming aware of the restraints that were keeping her from moving. Suddenly Kagura's eyes flew open, fear and panic settling in. "Where am I?" she managed to squeak out, tears pooling at her eyes. More importantly what were they planning on doing to her but in truth she didn't want to know. She just wanted to awake from this all too real nightmare.
	"In good hands," Doc assured her. He even believed it, even if he knew she wouldn't. At least not until he was done with his work on her. He turned toward her and held up a syringe. "Tell me about yourself, Kagura. Tell me everything."
	Kagura's eyes widened as she looked at the man holding the syringe. Oh no... she thought frightened. It was him, the man she had seen in Walter's fears. The heinous things she had seen him do to Walter and now she was at his mercy. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, watching him with fearful eyes.
	"Learn," Doc said simply. He didn't bother trying to be ominous or portentous; the circumstances probably did that quite well enough without his being melodramatic. "You're quite the unusual specimen. The first thing I need is to know everything about you - your background, your fears, how you came to be as you are." One six-fingered hand smoothed over one of her bound arms, looking for a likely vein. "But I can't trust you to just tell me what I want to know, so I'll get it from you this way."