Dark History - MegaCorp Captures Canestone

Almost one year before Tzeitel's escape from MegaCorp (Six years ago).

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It was hard to see, but several MegaCorp soldiers charged inside aiming their guns in every direction before leveling their guns at her.

It’s over. but before Tzeitel could start to feel relieved, the soldiers started laughing. They lowered their guns but all Tzeitel could see the flashing of cell phone cameras. She closed her eyes and strained against her binds. What she could hear those men saying made her feel sick and filled her with dread. She was not being rescued. She reached for her powers again but she was still so weak.

“What’s going on- what the fuck are you bastards doing?!” A woman’s voice demanded. Tzeitel squinted up at a woman in a MegaCorp’s medic uniform shoving soldiers aside. “Get the fuck out of my way! Sick fucks…” The medic muttered as she knelt at Tzeitel’s side. “Jesus Christ…”

“Please untie me.” Tzeitel’s voice was only a raspy whisper.

“I’ll get you out of here as soon as I can.” The medic’s eyes ran over Tzeitel’s body, unlike the leering soldiers she was looking to check her injuries, and looked like she did not know what to do first. She dropped a med bag to pull off her jacket and draped it over Tzeitel. The fabric hurt against the wounds, especially the burns, but she felt protected from the soldiers' eyes. The medic pulled shears from her med bag. Remembering Canestone with a blade Tzeitel tried to shrink away, but the medic gently cut Tzeitel’s wrists free. Tzeitel’s shoulders seemed to scream in pain as she was finally able to move her arms. She tried to move her fingers but her hands were numb and did not want to work.

“Take it slow, I’m going to untie your feet now but don’t try to get up just yet… Were you tied up like this all three days?” The medic asked.

Tzeitel nodded, hugging the jacket to her chest. She watched Soldiers fitting the unconscious Canestone with a collar. Why aren’t they killing him? They saw what he had done to me! Don’t they see the ears? With Canestone collared the soldiers dragged him out of the shed.

“I’m Iasis Frisk- most people just call me Frisk.” The medic said as she cut the ropes binding Tzeitel’s ankles in place. Like her shoulders, Tzeitel’s hips ached as she moved her legs. “Don’t try to get up yet-”

Tzeitel needed to get out of this place and tried to stand up. Of course her feet were as useless as her hands and she would have fallen if Frisk had not caught her and lowered her back to that filthy floor. “Please… Get me out of here.” Tzeitel begged, her voice barely audible.

“I will. Soon.” Frisk promised, she pulled a bottle of water from her bag and Tzeitel tried to grab it, her fingers would not obey. “Easy…” Frisk helped Tzeitel to sit up and helped her to drink. She would not let Tzeitel drink more than a few sips at first. “I’ll give you more, if you drink too much too fast you’ll get sick.” Frisk got to work gently cleaning and dressing wounds until Tzeitel got enough feeling in her feet to manage to stand up- despite Frisk trying to get her to stay still.

“I can walk. I need to get out of here.” Tzeitel tried to stand again and the medic caught her before she could fall again. “Please, help me.”

Frisk tried to be gentle but it was impossible for her to help Tzeitel walk without touching somewhere she was hurt.

There was not much space outside the shed, which Tzeitel realized was in a large thorn patch. Thorn bushes had been hacked and shoved aside. Frisk set Tzeitel down on the smoothest patch of ground she could find and got her hooked up to an IV. The medic calmly explained everything she was doing which helped make the situation slightly more bearable for Tzeitel. She was in so much pain, she was scared, she was naked except for the jacket and emergency blankets Frisk gently wrapped her in.

When the team leader came over, Tzeitel recognized his rank by his uniform. Remembering the treatment from her last team leader, Tzeitel shrunk closer to Frisk.

“She needs to be hospitalized.” The medic told the team leader.

“She can be treated in the medical ward at the facility.” The team leader said.

“She has injuries beyond what the med ward can handle. She needs specialists that aren’t there. And she doesn’t need only physical medicine. She’s traumatized. She’s just a teenage girl and has been held by a sadist for three days.”

“Shrinks only complicate things. Last time we let a meta see a shrink he wanted us to remove their collars because they were causing ‘undue stress’ and ‘dehumanizing’.” The team leader laughed. “Metas aren’t people. Think of them as dogs. Take care of all the burns and cuts on her, give her some toys and dog biscuits and she’ll be fine. If the mating was successful she will even get a nice room and better care. I’m curious what kind of freak those two would make.”

“Mating? She was-” Frisk cut off furiously.

“You call it rape when two animals go at it?” The team leader walked away laughing.

Tzeitel was too drained to even blush.

“Bastard.” Frisk muttered. When the team leader was gone the medic took a blister pack containing pills from her pocket. “Girl, these are morning after pills- Plan B- you know what that is?”

Tzeitel nodded. She wanted them.

“You might not even need them-”

“I think I do.” Tzeitel said softly.

“I’d rather give you more time to think about this but I don’t think they will let you take them once you get back to the facility.”

“Please. Give them to me.” Tzeitel whispered. “I can’t carry that monster’s child.”

The medic popped the pills out of the blister pack. Tzeitel swallowed them quickly, washing them down with the rest of the bottle of water. The water tasted so good, if Tzeitel was not still so dehydrated she would cry. Frisk began preparing her to be carried out of the woods when the team leader returned.

“Stop wasting your time, I have an injured man.”

Frisk glanced up at the man beside the team leader. He had a scratch on his arm.

“He can wait a minute.” Frisk said.

The team leader drew his gun and pointed it at Tzeitel’s head. “You don’t understand. You are here to treat the humans. After we are taken care of you can play doctor to the freaks.”

Frisk paled and quickly cleaned and bandaged the guy’s scratch. The team leader chuckled and holstered his weapon only after the bandage was tied in place. “You know she’s making you take care of her. She’s a pheromone manipulator, she makes you care. After you get away from her and your head clears you’ll realize she’s another monster that doesn’t deserve your care any more than Canestone.”

After the team leader and the man with the scratch walked away Frisk smoothed Tzeitel’s matted hair back from her face comfortingly. “Fuck, you’re getting a fever.” Frisk grumbled, injecting something into Tzeitel’s IV port. Frisk stepped back from her and took out her phone. Tzeitel’s mind was getting foggy and confused again, but she thought the medic was using her phone to take a picture of her.