I need some feedback here. It's not nearly creepy enough.
[quote]“I told you to dim the lights. Too much sensory input isn't good for her.” The voice was stern, a schoolmaster's voice.
Where was I? Why wasn't I dead? My chances of surviving the Collector onslaught were nil. Another Lazarus? The pain made it difficult to think clearly.
"Will it impact the procedure?" This voice was more familiar. Male. Hostile. Someone I hated who wasn't worthy to lick my boots.
“No, Mr. Leng. It's merely quite painful."
Leng? Kai Leng. A brute occasionally useful for assassinations, but also a bloodthirsty xenophone. He was everything I wasn’t and everything Cerberus wasn't. If he were here, it was nothing good for me. I forced my eyes open. Even that much movement seemed to take monumental effort.
What little I could see of the room was white and sterile. A Cerberus logo was painted on the wall. Machinery beeped somewhere nearby while people moved just outside my field of vision. So it was another Lazarus Station, was it? Except something was wrong. My wrists and ankles were bound. I had never physically restrained Shepard even after he woke up prematurely. It would have damaged the still-healing skin. What was going on?
A man stepped into my field of vision, blotting out the harsh light. At least, I think it was a man. Silver tendrils of some unknown material snaked over his arms, and his eyes glowed with blue light like a husk’s. But husks didn’t smile. They certainly didn't smirk.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, sweetheart,” the creature said with Leng’s voice. "Don't worry. I won't keep you long. I have to make sure our newest cell leader is up to scratch, and you have a busy day ahead of you."
Busy day? My skin prickled. Something was very wrong here. I had to get away. I thrashed weakly, my skin scraping against my restraints.
Leng didn't seem to notice. "I just wanted you to know what it cost us to bring you back. Four times as expensive as Shepard, but at least it only took us six months. I wouldn't have bothered. You’re good, but you aren't that good. But a deal is a deal. Lawson wanted both his daughters returned to him, and money doesn't grow on trees.”
No. The Illusive Man would never make a deal with my father. That was the bargain I had made twenty years ago. My service in exchange for Oriana’s safety. The Illusive Man was nothing if not a man of his word. He understood why my father was like. Leng was taunting me the way he always did, twisting the knife more deeply than usual because he knew I was helpless. And there was a perfectly logical explanation for why he was disfigured.
Just like Niket knew what your father was really like? And the Illusive Man was quite happy to throw your life away on the Collector ship. You don't know a damn thing.
“Go to hell,” I said. Or tried to say. It came out as more of a hoarse croak.
“Don’t worry. You’re little sister is nice and safe with her father on Sanctuary. I’ll tell her you said hello when I head over there." He ran a finger down my cheek and his voice dropped to a mockery of a lover’s whisper. "Be grateful, sweetheart. In a few minutes, we'll give you more power than you ever imagined. You'll understand everything. You always said you wanted to make humanity great? Well, now you're about to get your chance." His head snapped up. "I'm done. Let's get this show on the road."
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