Confessions-Finale...The Rape of Dr. Geek

I stood over the prone form of Dr. Geek. I didn’t know at the time, but he had not been as broken as I had assumed. He had purposely made the choice to push my buttons, to make me lash out at him. Subconsciously, he had hoped that I would kill him, but quickly.

So how the Hell do I know this now? Well, this is where I must confess my sins. I raped him.

I really don’t know any other way to describe what I did to him, other than...rape.

As a cop, I would not have classified what I did as rape, since the crime I perpetrated on him didn’t involve any sexual intercourse. Sex is not something that is physically possible for me. But I raped him in ways that are far more intimate, far more damaging than any physical act ever could be.

OK, I know this is sounding more than a little weird, so let me give you a little background, which draws upon some of the other stuff I have been posting about previously.

One of the most interesting things that I learned from the Merlin was that not all Worlds are created equally, and each World has a different, and often unique effect on the magickal talents of strangers who visit it.

One of the reasons I felt so comfortable in this bizarre world of Shadow was that I felt a flowing energy here, a sense of power, that dwarfed anything I had ever felt back on the ol’ Earth. When I was in this place for any period of time, I found myself rejuvenated and energized to such an extent that I didn’t need to do that stupid flush and gush of the fluids in my veins anymore. A brief visit here and I was good for several days.

I also found that my ability to manipulate and work with the substance of Shadow was greatly enhanced in this place. So, when I looked down at his unconscious form, I remembered the time that the shadowy remnants of Ma Grendel inside me had healed my own injuries, repairing broken bones and fixing scars. I thought that maybe I could try doing the same thing for Dr. Geek, repair the broken jaw and get him conscious again so I could continue the questioning.

So I knelt down and put my hand against the badly swollen part of chin where I had broken the jawbone when I hit him. I gathered some strings of energy and extended them by force of will into his body, looking to repair, at least superficially, the damage my fist had done.

Instead of heading for the shattered bone in the jaw, my tendrils of Shadow reached toward his brain. I began to get images in my own mind of memories that could only be his...especially the ones of what seemed to be a caricature of my face with glowing red eyes and a twisted grin as he watched me strike him....

I recoiled instantly, drawing my power from him as I realized what was happening. I was able to see some of his memories, even get snatches of his thoughts as the blow was coming towards him....

I sat back, rocked to my very core at what I had just discovered. Then I began to realize the possibilities that such a power gave me in getting this damned interrogation over! If I could directly access his memories, I would get the best possible information with little chance of him tricking me in any way...

So that was how I justified the mindfuck...after all there supposedly was a child of mine in danger...and he was laying there unconscious...well, like I said, that was how I justified my actions at the time. Nevermind the fact that I was still pissed at him for making me go through all of this shit in the first damn place.

I put my hand back down on his head, although this time I avoided the broken jaw, and went straight for the temple. I was tentative, probing carefully, at first. My mind was flooded with fractals of his memories, at first in a chaotic, rushing jumble that made no sense. As I became more adept at identifying and digesting the memory fragments, I began to piece together a far more complete picture of this genetic project he had been explaining. Indeed, I began to get a much more complete picture of his whole relationship to Drake and the Omega Prjoect as a whole.

The deeper I dug, the more resistance I began to feel from his consciousness. That is when the rape truly began.

He tried to resist, God help him, but Dr. Geek was no match for my Will at this point, not in this place, at this time and in his condition. Using a fraction of my Will I subdued his weaker, damaged will and forced that conscious part of him into a deep corner within his own mind. Using more brute force than I would now, I ripped whole sections of memories from his mind, not realizing entirely how much damage I was doing at that moment.

Once I found and took all of the information on my newborn daughter from him, and where he believed she was located, I understood how much danger she was in and knew that I had to finish this quickly. But once I had started this brutal process, I found I was unable to stop from reaching in and snatching nearly all of his memories from adulthood.

Once I got down to his high school years, I stopped, began pulling back. It was only as I was pulling back that I realized that the previously full compartments of his memory that I had been rumaging through were now empty...by taking them in the way that I had, I had been erasing them from his mind, or at least shattering them into unrecognizable bits.

I had just raped the man of over thirty years of his memories.

Of course I hadn’t really had time to digest and comprehend all of those memories at the moment, just the ones relating to my daughter and some of his conversations with Drake were all I really assimilated at that point. It was only later that I would come to understand all that I had taken from him...his lovers, his children, the passing of his parents, his research...all gone from his memory and now part of mine.

After the deed was done, I stood up. Looking down again at his prone form, I began to feel a strange kinship with this former foe...a sense of sympathy for the choices he had made in his adult life that had driven him to his ill-fated encounter with me on this night.

Yes, I must go to rescue my daughter from the grinding poverty she was now in and from the storm that was bearing down on the place where she was born, Hurricane Katrina was heading right for New Orleans, but I could take a moment to save what I could of this poor soul.

I reached down and picked up his limp form as easily as if he were a child. I gathered the Shadow about us and stepped from the World of Shadow to a place where I could take him for help.

Ravyn was less than pleased at being brought another refugee, especially someone she had considered an enemy, but when she saw the anguished look on my face as I carried him into the house, she took to issuing the orders to her students to take care of things...