oom: room 25...but not.

[scurlock]

It starts the same as all the others.

The door is the wall.

He's lying alone in bed when he contemplates taking himself downstairs and celling himself to be able to be watched, since the Doctor wants him that badly. After everything he's heard the last two days, he's starting to consider it.

His eyes close.

Everything is fuzzy. He feels like he's on the drugs again, but he's not. He struggles to open his eyes, but he can't. He's lying alone in bed and trying to scream, trying to fight it, but he can't.

They slip shut.

The door is the wall.



The walls are coated in the peeling paint and still covered in the burns and scorch marks from the last time. The floor is coated in grime and dust and dark red splotches. Trails. One of them is fresh.

He can hear her screaming.

help me doc
please help me doc he's coming
he's hurting me

Something is dripping. The floor rumbles beneath his feet. Doc walks without fear, following the trails of blood. The copper scent is in his nose again. It's quiet, safe for the faint echo of footsteps. They're not his but he can't see who they belong to.

He doesn't want to know.

Doc steps into a room and rifles around in the drawers until he finds a handful of tools. He's not going in there unarmed this time. The knife is larger than a scalpel and the blade is coated in rust, but it'll work for what he wants.

He's going to find that Doctor and he's going to stop this.

footsteps closer
no time to hide
no time to run
run doc

The hand covers his mouth and he can't even shout. He can't breathe. His nose stings and his eyes water from the chemical and he tries to swing the knife around, but his strength sags as he has to inhale. His brain shuts down and the knife clatters to the floor.

and it echoes
like silent screams
that will never be heard

help me

He wakes up and can't move his arms and legs. His eyes burn and so does his nose. There's blood on his lips and he feels like he's been hit in the head with a brick.

Doc doesn't recognize anything.

There's a tank...

teja said tank
paul drowned
fire flickers

let me out
let me out
let me out

"Let me out..."

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[burnedbell.livejournal.com]

"Zee human body," Gottreich starts off completely ignoring Doc as he speaks around him, "is like a jigsaw puzzle. Bones are of a multitude over the human body and each is very different." Sticking an ungloved finger into the open cut he doesn't stop until he feels bone. "His bons are strong. Good. Pour zee ether and preseve zee opening."

Nodding his head, Paul reaches over for a dirty rag and a bottle of ether soaking it in the strong substance before turning back to Doc. As the boy does this Gottreich leans forward placing newly bloodied fingers upon Doc's face. "You see, Josiah," he purrs at his newest patient again. "Noone vill come to help you now." Planting a kiss upon his cheek he smoothed the short strands of hair back. "You look like my own son. A good boy.. a stupid man."

[scurlock]

When the ether soaked rag touches his skin, Doc stops screaming.

it hurts it hurts oh fuck

His breath catches hard in his lungs as the wound bubbles and the blood stings with the contact, and he feels as if his heart will burst. He barely registers the touch upon his face, the fingers running through his hair, the kiss on the cheek.

and judas kissed jesus and betrayed him
oh fuck

Doc gasps for air when his throat allows him to force oxygen into his lungs and he screams. And he screams words in English and words in Navajo and words in nonsense until his throat goes raw.

And then he chokes out a sob.

[burnedbell.livejournal.com]

"You should have thought," the Doctor says as he stands right again, Paul packing the cut with the ether soaked bandage, "of zee concequences of messing with my plans, Josiah. You...Nathan...Bill..Johnny...Byers. All of you vill pay."

Picking up a new scalpel Gottreich didn't even wait for him to reply before he started on a y-shaped incession across his chest.

Paul sickered once. "Hail Mary, full of disgrace. The Lord has abandoned you. Where's the litle bitch to help you now, short timer?"

[scurlock]

Doc rears back and spits at Paul, it's blood and bile and tears and he's pissed through the pain.

"You may be in hell but when we get through with..."

His words cut off as the wound opens from the other shoulder to the chest and then down to the stomach. Blood pools on his skin, too pale, so pale.

The stink of ether and banadges that burn.

mary stay away stay away

Doc gasps and struggles to keep his eyes open. It hurts so bad. So fucking bad. He tips his head back and sees the smiles of the dead and the empty brains and the blood --

so much blood all yours you're gonna die here
you're gonna die here
just like them

-- and he screams again.

"ANTUBIS!!!"

[antsltlydelics.livejournal.com]

There was a loud growl, and then something emerged through the walls.
Something dark.
And old.

He rose on his hind legs, and swiped at the restraints holding Doc down. Getting between him and the Doctor and Paul, and showing a mouthful of teeth.

[burnedbell.livejournal.com]

As Josiah screamed out the dreaded word Gottreich yelled himself, making a sweep with the scalpel trying to cut the man's throat. The blade barely licks the front before Antubis is there sending him sprawling backward against a rolled cart. Instruments go flying through the air.

Paul steps back with his arms up in the air sneering at the creature as he backs away from him. "Come to claim another of the dead, fleabag? For every one of ours you take, we take one of yours."

[scurlock]

my throat

Even for just a lick it's still a wound and it still bleeds, not deep enough to do more than a scratch. The restraints are cut and slashed and Doc rolls off the table and into the line of bodies.

Something shifts and moans again and he hits the floor. Everything burns like fire and pain --

flames lick the walls
screams
hands against the doors
let me out

-- he grabs a scalpel off the floor and then has no idea what he's doing, where he's going. How to escape.

wakeupwakeupwakeup

[antsltlydelics.livejournal.com]

"Never yours to begin with. He owes me now. My claim." He growled back, roaring terribly.

He came around, and said to Doc, "You're seriously racked up, Doc. I do you a solid, you do me one." He then touched him with his snout.

[scurlock]

anything anything just wake up
wake up
wake up please wake up

Doc just nods his head as rapidly as he can.

"...I'll do you a solid, I swear. Swear it."

[burnedbell.livejournal.com]

Gottreich yells at the top of his lungs.

The ground shakes- it heaves and moves sending dead bodies and anything not held down crashing to the floor.

Doors burst open nearly flying off their hinges as he moved forward. He would not let this one get away.

More..he needed more..

[antsltlydelics.livejournal.com]

One more growl and roar from Antubis, taking a warning swipe at the Doctor. Then everything was turning to white, the entire room vanishing away.

The Doctor might want more, but he would have to do without Doc Scurlock. He was no longer in the Old Kingdom.