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The Doctors Newest Patient. Ch-1

Fanfic about sadistic Dr Flug

TW: Depictions of violence. Blood & Gore. Needles. NO COITUS!!

I was just walking back home from a late shift, exhausted and hungry. Just wanting to collapse onto the couch and disassociate till I passed out.

Unfortunately, my lack of awareness left me vulnerable to the watchful eyes getting closer and closer at every turn I took.

I almost didn't notice the cold presence behind me moving much closer as I passed an alleyway..

The cold breath of danger kissed my skin. Before I could make a move to distance myself from whatever was behind me, it pulled me backwards into the alley. A firm hand grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around to face the assailant. They shoved me against the brick wall as a hand covered my mouth, keeping me both still and silent despite my clear struggles.

I could barely see who it was forcing me here. All that I could see was a pair of large round goggles glinting under the little bit of moonlight that the few clouds allowed for.

The stranger kept me there with ease against the cold wall, and I could just barely see them holding something in their hands, moving it closer to the exposed skin on my neck.

My hands moved to stop the assailant from harming me, one hand on there's that covered my mouth and another on the wrist holding the weapon. Despite my rising panic, the stranger seemed rather calm, like they've done this many times before.

"Stop struggling, or I'll make sure this hurts."

The stranger demanded, it was a man's voice. He sounded calculated with a voice as cold as ice and a demeanor to match.

His hand gripped my jaw with a bruising force. Before, he had just kept me from screaming, but now it felt like he was trying to rip my jaw off my face for daring to defy him. I used a leg to kick at his chest, causing him to stumble backwards and let go of my face.

I took the opportunity to turn run out of the alley, that was before I felt his hand grabbing at my pants, causing me to trip and fall forward onto the concrete ground. I turned over onto my back despite the burning in my chest. I was about to kick at his face before he grabbed at my other ankle, holding it up while he moved to stand over me. Hand still gripping my leg.

"You are gonna regret that. I'll see to it, personally"

He pulled me towards him by the leg as I thrashed against him to no avail. He was over me now, his mask visible under the sliver of light illuminated by the passing cars. I knew that mask.. Dr Flug, the head scientist and inventor of the Black Hat Organization.

"Oh sh!t.." I could only whisper to myself. "You're.."

Now, it wasn't just fear that filled me, but pure terror. I began hyperventilating as the dangerous man towered over me. He reached for my neck as i stayed there frozen in fear.

"Oh? So you do know who I am, hm?" He said, a bit amused at my display of terror.

His hand snaked around my neck, almost.. tenderly? As if he was petting a scared kitten and not about to choke me. My body finally remembered how to move when his grip became stronger. A hand went to his wrist in an attempt to pull him off with no success. His eyes were filled with a sadistic desire to cause pain, staring intensely as I struggled against him for what seemed like hours as the need to breathe grew stronger with every passing second. Knowing I wasn't gonna pry him off, I swung. My fist met with his goggles, and tiny shards of glass cut my skin.

We both froze for a moment. I was shocked at what I had just done to one of the most dangerous scientists in the region. He stood there frozen for a moment, his grip loosened around my throat and I breathed in desperately as his head stayed in the position I forced it in for a few moments, like he was trying to process wha I had just done.

And then, he looked directly into my eyes with pure rage. Oh, he was pissed. With a look so piercing and terrifying, it felt like my heart stopped. My entire body broke out in a cold sweat under that cold gaze. Before I could react, I felt something slice across my eye. Causing me to yelp out in pain as I clutched my now bleeding eye, blood pooling out from between my fingers.

My other eye was wide with fear, looking up into his goggles as tears began to fall from the pain. What the hell did he just cut me with?? I didn't have time to ask before he spoke. His voice sharper than broken glass and much more threatening than it..

"You just made things a lot worse for yourself."

I started scrambling to get out from under him. Flipping over onto my stomach, hoping to get up and run before anything else happened. But he wouldn't let me get out so easily. He grabbed onto the back of my shirt, and something hard hit my back, knocking the wind out of me, and I could feel blood from the new wound bleed into my shirt. Whatever he hit me with was strong and sharp.

I let out a scream at the feeling of the weapon digging into my flesh before being forced down onto the concrete floor. Almost as fast as my chest hit the ground, Flug grabbed the top of my head by the hair and forced me to stand. Dragging me further back into the alleyway as I stumbled and fought against both the psychotic scientist and the burning pain all over my body.

He threw me against the wall and stood between me and the exit. My hands trying to hold me up against the wall as my knees buckled, causing me to lose balance, nearly falling to the floor. My vision was far too blurred by blood and tears to tell what he was doing, but I soon felt his hand around my neck once again. He lifted me up with ease and slamed me against the wall once more. Everything was spinning.

Despite the ringing in my ears, I heard something click, it sounded metallic. I could feel something poking into my side, like 2 small metal spikes, but they were dull at the tip. I could barely question what was happening before feeling a strong electric shock pulse through my body. I would've screamed if it wasn't for the hand still on my throat. The only sound I could allow for was a pathetic whimper and desperate gasps for air. The pain was too much to take after that scuffle.

He let go of my neck and left me to fall to the floor. Sliding down the wall and just sitting there gasping for air as my entire body gave out under all the pain. Everything was blurry. The adrenaline fought to keep me awake, but the exhaustion was fighting even harder. Consciousness was slipping from my grasp fast, and I did nothing to stop it.

The man got closer and nelt down in front of me, grabbing my chin with the same demeanor as a disappointed parent. He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. I couldn't hear anything but the ringing in my ears as I felt a cold, sharp needle pierce my neck, I took in a sharp breath at the feeling of a cold liquid being injected into my body. The last thing I saw was the mad scientist standing to fix his coat and wait for the effects of the drug to take over. My eyes rolled back, limbs grew heavy. And with one final breath, I slipped into a deep sleep.

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This Tess is from 2.1.23!

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I'm learning Japanese, and I'm a bit confused... in the first chapter, the second panel detailing Roger's death, there is the word "放った" the furigana looks to me like "はな" but the word with that conjugation is "ほうった"? I'm really confused.

these are two verbs that use the same kanji but have different readings for it! this is pretty common in japanese. in this case, the word being used is 放つ/hanatsu (‘to fire/to release/to send out’), and not 放る/houru (‘to toss/to abandon’). you can see the two words use the same kanji 放 (release) and have similar meanings, but the latter has generally more negative connotations.

as you can see above, in some of their conjugations these words are written differently- for example their polite forms would be 放ちます versus 放ります- but in other forms they’re identical without furigana. this line you point out is the simple past tense, so they’re both written 放った. i totally get the confusion.

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i personally like shadow ralsei more than no-hat ralsei

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Rereading The Locked Tomb: Gideon the Ninth Chapter 1

- Why are they so insistent on not letting Gideon leave?

- On what basis do they say she has to serve them until she dies (and after)? Is the idea that she's in debt because they raised, fed, and clothed her? She describes herself as "indentured, not a slave" but that implies the ability to pay off the indenture in her lifetime.

- What service does she provide them?

- Why wouldn't serving in the Cohort count as service to the Ninth? Does Harrow disallow it just because she hates Gideon? Is it because she's afraid everyone will find out how decrepit the Ninth is?

- Harrow giving Gideon frostbite and poisoning her food is really fucked up, I feel like we just skip over this

- What would happen if Gideon formally asked Harrow for permission to leave and serve in the Cohort instead of trying to run away

- We're told Aiglamene is an "old soldier;" what war(s) did she fight in? Do we just assume this means the Cohort?

- The way Crux is described, he sounds like he's already dead and mouldering. It's so weird to me that he's cool wearing rotten armor and a moldy sheath and whatever

- We're told Aiglamene convinced the House (does this mean Harrow?) to let her train to use a sword instead of serving altar or drudging in the oss -- do we know more about what either of these roles entail?

- "For all its mouldering brittleness, the Ninth was hard as iron" -- this is such great imagery

- What exactly is Aiglamene's deal? Why did she return after what I assume was her military service and why does she stay? She tells Gideon "The more you struggle against the Ninth, Nav, the deeper it takes you; the louder you curse it, the louder they'll have you scream." Why is Aiglamene fine with living in such a place? And what is her role in the Ninth? It doesn't really make sense that "swordmaster" is a role

- Has the Ninth ever had an industry? How did they make money or get resources?

- Had Gideon been savvier (as Aiglamene accuses her of not being), could she have devised a successful means of escape?

- I still don't understand the whole thing with Wake and G1deon and Pyrrha but hopefully that will get cleared up when I reread HtN and NtN

- It would be really interesting to read a story from the perspective of someone who voluntarily joined the Ninth as a pilgrim

- Were there people who made pilgrimage to the Ninth and then returned to their home houses or did they only come to stay?

- We're told the other Houses know very little about the Ninth; what *do* they know? They must know enough for it to draw pilgrims and converts

- Need to look up postulant and oblate

- "They chipped her" -- like a cat??

- How did Ortus survive the fake plague? Iirc we find out later but I don't remember

- "Certainly, they would have known by ten that she knew too much, and that she could never be allowed to go." Ah. Is this referring to the fact that she knows Harrow entered the tomb and is piloting her parents? But Crux and Aiglamene don't know this so why are they so on board with keeping her in the Ninth?

- Why aren't we told earlier on in the book that Gideon knows Harrow entered the tomb?

- I guess the last line explains she did try asking to leave

- Have other people been allowed to leave? Surely people would have wanted to after the fake plague killed their children?

- What is or was life like for a "normal" person in the Ninth? What kept people there even though it's so old and poor and mouldering

- "old illustrious house whose descendents pretend not to be poor" is a fun trope, it's interesting to see how that plays out un tlt vs. how it plays out in tbosas (hunger games sequel)

- I want to know more about what the Ninth was like before the fake plague

- How many people in the Ninth are necromancers? Are some of the pilgrims and converts necromancers? How many people in the Ninth grew up there vs. moved there? What type of contact do they have with people outside the Ninth, eg do converts have contact with their families?

So many things to wonder!