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Vaclav won!Legendia AU - Drugs
May. 31st, 2008 12:07 pmThe pills made the pain go away.
The pain of so much hatred. The pain of despair. The damning physical pain.
They all felt a mixture of the three, wracked by various experiments as they waited for the same bitter end: the death march to the bridge.
The drugs were more than simple painkillers; no, they were there as a form of control. Even imprisoned, Ferines could potentially be dangerous; many had strong teriques that could help them escape, and quite a few were crystal erens capable of bursting the doors open. The drugs stopped them in their tracks.
The pills were addictive.
That was the ingenious aspect -- the Ferines were not only physically prisoners, but also mentally overwhelmed by this addiction. It had been easy enough for the guards to sneak the pills into the daily meals.
And then they began to openly taunt the Ferines, young and old, with the drugs.
The pills made the pain go away. Made them capable to escape from their bitter realities, even if for only a short while. Left them listless shells that would not resist being dragged away for experiments -- or to their deaths.
And then, one day, the guards said they didn't have enough pills for everyone anymore. That everyone would have to earn the euphoria that they all wanted.
There was a frenzy unlike anything Ferines had been observed to do before. The flaxen-haired Radiants turned on each other, fighting like rabid dogs. The cells would smell of blood for days.
In his insanity, Walter killed four of his own people that day.
It was the only time he wept in captivity.
The pain of so much hatred. The pain of despair. The damning physical pain.
They all felt a mixture of the three, wracked by various experiments as they waited for the same bitter end: the death march to the bridge.
The drugs were more than simple painkillers; no, they were there as a form of control. Even imprisoned, Ferines could potentially be dangerous; many had strong teriques that could help them escape, and quite a few were crystal erens capable of bursting the doors open. The drugs stopped them in their tracks.
The pills were addictive.
That was the ingenious aspect -- the Ferines were not only physically prisoners, but also mentally overwhelmed by this addiction. It had been easy enough for the guards to sneak the pills into the daily meals.
And then they began to openly taunt the Ferines, young and old, with the drugs.
The pills made the pain go away. Made them capable to escape from their bitter realities, even if for only a short while. Left them listless shells that would not resist being dragged away for experiments -- or to their deaths.
And then, one day, the guards said they didn't have enough pills for everyone anymore. That everyone would have to earn the euphoria that they all wanted.
There was a frenzy unlike anything Ferines had been observed to do before. The flaxen-haired Radiants turned on each other, fighting like rabid dogs. The cells would smell of blood for days.
In his insanity, Walter killed four of his own people that day.
It was the only time he wept in captivity.
