Tik backed up farther and sat down on the floor in the corner, bringing her kness up to her chest and hugging them. She didn't know what was going on, but it scared her.
"That's not what I was getting at." Kavinsky answered. "You're too old to be a subject."
Just then, two securtiy guards rushed in, both pointing their guns at Reese.
"I'm afraid you will have to be terminated. It's for the good of everyone."
Reese's eyes widened as two guards came into the room with their guns pointed at him. He threw his hands up in the air and took a fews steps backward until he was leaning against the wall. "Are you crazy? You can't just kill me because I accidentally walked in on one of your test subjects! This can't be legal!" he shouted furiously. He could practically feel the anger rising within him.
Kavinsky gave a dry, humorless laugh, and when he spoke, his tone was dark and serious. "Law is a joke now, Mr. Reese. You're from the outside, you should know that."
The security guards advanced on him, one of them producing a pair of shiny silver handcuffs from his belt. "It really is quite regretful, but necessary. Don't worry; you won't feel a thing."
Reese looked frantically from side to side, trying to see if there was any possible way he could escape. Alas, there weren't any possible exits. Reese slunk along the wall still the same distance away from the advancing guards. "Tikvah! Do something!" he cried out desperately looking over at her. Meanwhile, he was trying not to give the guards the satisfaction of him being afraid.
Tik watched, eyes wide. This was all very confusing, and terrifying. She didn't see drastically new things often, so when it happened she tended to take it hard. Whatever was happening, she knew it was bad. No one in the room liked it, that she could tell, and she also knew it was her fault somehow. Should she not have talked to him?
"Don't talk to her." Kavinsky snapped possesively. "You'll ruin her."
"Please don't resist." The guard with the handcuffs said, obviously hoping that he wouldn't have to use force.
Reese laughed, craziness obvious in his tone. "Resist? You expect me NOT to resist? Oh no really, you're going to kill me? No big deal, sounds like fun actually!" Reese declared sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, utterly disgusted by the guards and now Tikvah. Here he had thought the girl was nice, despite the fact they coould hardly communicate.
He then looked back to Savinsky. "Ruin her? RUIN her? You've already done that! She can't even talk!" Reese exclaimed.
Kavinsky frowned with the same confusion that Tik had expressed when Reese had asked her if she could talk.
"What does that matter?" He asked, his tone pure puzzlement. He'd been working on Tik for so long, he never even thought about how she was mute anymore.
Reese rolled his eyes. "Idiots! You're all a bunch of idiots around here. She's mute for Pete's sake!" he cried out, not understanding how Kavinsky could be so clueless. If he had to stay in this place much longer, he was convinced he would go insane.
Kavinsky was still looking puzzled. "You haven't answered the question. A good argument doesn't involve throwing insults and repeating yourself. That just makes you look like you don't know what you're talking about." He paused, considering this. "Actually, you don't."
Anger was rising quickly within Reese. "I don't know what I'm talking about?! That would be you doctor! And what does it matter? I'm pretty sure talking is pretty significant in life. It helps you to communicate with others so they know what the f*** you're talking about! But I guess you wouldn't really know about that since all you do is live underground and experiment on innocent people!" Reese shouted angrily, pounding his fist on the wall.
Anger was rising within Reese. "I don't know what I'm talking about?! That would be you doctor! And what does it matter that she can't talk? She can't communicate with anyone unless they know sign language! Talking helps you to communicate with people, and it helps other people know what you're saying. Though, I guess you wouldn't know that since all you do is live underground and perform experiments on innocent people!" Reese exclaimed indignantly while pounding his fist against a wall.
Kavinsky dismissed that with a wave of his wrinkled hand. "She doesn't need to. Everyone here knows how to speak with her, and the people outside are monsters.
"Don't judge before knowledge. She can communicate better than any person I have ever met." There was distinct pride in his voice, and a certain possesive fondness for his creation.
At a signal from Kavinsky, one of the guards stepped towards him and reached for his arm to cuff it.
Reese just rolled his eyes at Kavinsky. "Shut up already." he muttered irritably. He watched as one of the guards stepped forward with a cuff in his hand. "I hope you're happy." he grumbled, not resisting as he waited for the guards to cuff him. He vowed that if he got out of this place, he would make sure Kavinsky got a taste of his own medicine.
Kavinsky sighed as the guard cuffed Reese's hands behind his back. He walked out of the room, muttering about bad manners. The guards followed, leading Reese along with them. Tik started to follow, but Kavinsky told her to stay and left without her, the door swinging shut automatically behind him.
After they'd already turned their backs, but before the door shut all the way, Tik sprinted forward silently and caught the door, knowing it wouldn't open again if she let it close.
Reese grumbled undistinguishable words under his breath as the guards led him, handcuffed and all out of Tikvah's room. As he looked back, he saw that Tik had managed to make it through the open door. His expression blank, he didn't react in any way so as not to tip off the guards or Kavinsky. He was pleasantly surprised that she was possibly making an attempt to save him. "Where are we going?" he muttered.
"One of the labs." Kavinsky answered readily. There was no reason not to tell him, as he'd be able to see what the room was as soon as they entered. "Don't worry, it won't hurt. Just a little pinch."
Tik followed, padding silently down the hall on her bare feet. The soft white material of her dress didn't rustle, so there was nothing to alert them that she was following. She had followed the scientists out of her room many times and not had them notice her for several minutes. This time felt different, though, like she'd actually get in trouble for leaving her room.
Reese rolled his eyes. He put on a tough guy act to show Kavinsky he wasn't afraid, but on the inside, he was completely terrified. "Don't worry it won''t hurt." he mimiced in a high pitched tone. "Not like I'm going to die or anything." he muttered sarcastically. The chain cuffs felt cold on his wrists. This wasn't the first time he had been cuffed, but this time was different. For once he was guilty, and he was being punished for it.
Kavinsky sighed tiredly again. "Kids," He muttered. "No respect." He typed in the code for a door and it opened with a hiss. The guards led Reese in towards a chair with leather straps on the arms.
Tik stayed a safe distance away, watching curiously. She hadn't understood half the conversation back in her room, and she wanted to. Whatever it had been, it had made Kavinsky sad and Reese afraid. She was afraid he'd start panicking soon, and she hated it when people panicked.
She watched as the men led Reese into one of the labs. Tik had been in the labs many times, almost every day some weeks. The doctors put needles in her arms and attatched little white pads to her scalp. Sometimes she got sick afterwards, but it wasn't usually too bad. Rubbing at the tiny round bruises in the crook of her arm from the needles, she wondered if they were going to give him 'medicine,' too.
Reese muttered a series of curse words as the leather straps tightened around his wrists and ankles. He looked around the room, filled with a variety of needles and other medicinal looking stuff. Reese couldn't quite make out what everything was, but none of it looked friendly. With a loud groan, Reese tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He could feel his heart rate quicken due to his state of terror. "Just get this over with!" he cried out through gritted teeth, anticipating the pain.
After strapping Reese in, one of the guards left, probably to help check all the entrances like they always did when there was an alarm. They were very thorough about such things.
The other guard stood behind Kanvinsky, ready to defend him if Reese tried anything as the doctor drew out a large dose of opaque liquid from a vial.
Tik started to get very worried. Reese looked terrified, and Kavinsky had never given her anything from that vial, or even that much of anything. And why were they using the straps? They had never used the straps for her. Realizing something was wrong, she crept into the room silently behind the two men and picked two syringes from the counter. They were prefilled for emergencies, so all she had to do was pull the caps off. They had used this on her before, so she was confident they were safe. She injected the guard with one a split-second before jabbing the second needle into Kavinsky's arm.
The guard yelled something and staggered back in surprise, but Tik ignored him, focuising instead on the doctor. She caught him as he sunk slowly to the ground, staring up at her in shock. "Tik..." He said, looking panicked. "You don't understand..."
She layed him gently on the floor and held a long, pale finger to her lips in a 'shh' gesture as he passed out.