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wright_idea) wrote2007-05-14 10:42 pm
wright_idea) wrote2007-05-14 10:42 pm
RP NARRATIVE: Prisoner
He'd thought, for a moment, that he'd had a chance when the clone had disappeared to advertise Phoenix's disappearance, but he'd come back before Phoenix had much of a chance to do anything, and stayed. So it was that Phoenix spent his first night as a prisoner, unable to do much besides sit and wait for something to happen.
It proved to be a rough night. It was bad enough Phoenix had to attempt to sleep sitting up, but the ropes were rough, which proved to be distracting. Worse yet, whereever they were, it was sweltering. It wasn't so much the heat as the humidity, and damned if there wasn't a lot of it. The gag stuffed into his mouth wasn't helping much either; he'd tried to dislodge it with little success. So after a couple hours of uncomfortable shifting and moving, he'd been forced to abandon the idea of sleep, which just left him with his thoughts.
And boy, there were a lot of them.
There was the self-flagellation, for one. He couldn't believe his own stupidity. He should've put two and two together, for one thing. Superman. Ivy had mentioned him. And where there was Superman, there was clone of Superman, and subsequently clone of clone of Superman. Maybe if he'd realized sooner, he could've just gone straight home instead of lingering around Gotham rubbernecking like an idiot. And getting lured into an alley like that? Stupid, stupid Phoenix. He wasn't even sure the girl was in any real danger anymore; chances are the clone had just made sure it sounded like it to lure him in. If he would just think instead of leaping into things!
Then there was the few things to be thankful for. The fact that Kon hadn't chosen to strike when he was with Ivy, for one. It was bad enough he was being used to lure others into a trap, but the idea of having a complete innocent get caught up as well was unbearable. He was definitely thankful for that, and for the fact that lure or otherwise, the girl Kon had used as bait had managed to get away safely. He's not sure she'll even remember him, but it was still one small good thing.
One thing kept running through his mind, though: clones. Lots of clones. Phoenix had been, for Changeling's sake, trying to hold the benefit of the doubt, but lately even the ones that seemed to have moved beyond their status as a clone were showing signs of being less than stellar examples of humanity. Rei's was promiscuous and unrepentant, Caleb's was definitely hiding things from Phoenix, and Kon's... Kon's was horrible. All those things he said -- did he really believe them? That he was meant to replace the original? The idea chilled Phoenix's heart, and he wondered how many other clones were out to replace their originals. Isis's, Arabelle's... Maybe Changeling was being overly optimistic?
...No. He shook his head. There was still Georik's, who seemed to be making a life for himself, and AKA's. Poor AKA, who couldn't even speak, but was always willing to lend a hand. And Rylie's, who was almost like a puppy dog. There was still hope. Less than there was, but hope.
Hope for them, anyway. He wasn't so sure about himself right now.
Kon's clone had good hearing. He'd tried many times when it looked like he was drifting off to move towards something that could cut his ropes, but he'd stir, and Phoenix would be forced to abandon the idea. Finally, he'd just given up; until something happens that seriously distracted him, Phoenix was more or less screwed.
He briefly wondered, before finally succumbing altogether to exhaustion, if this was how Maya had felt during her captivity. He definitely felt a lot more empathy for her, if he hadn't already had a lot previously.
It was going to be a long day tomorrow.
It proved to be a rough night. It was bad enough Phoenix had to attempt to sleep sitting up, but the ropes were rough, which proved to be distracting. Worse yet, whereever they were, it was sweltering. It wasn't so much the heat as the humidity, and damned if there wasn't a lot of it. The gag stuffed into his mouth wasn't helping much either; he'd tried to dislodge it with little success. So after a couple hours of uncomfortable shifting and moving, he'd been forced to abandon the idea of sleep, which just left him with his thoughts.
And boy, there were a lot of them.
There was the self-flagellation, for one. He couldn't believe his own stupidity. He should've put two and two together, for one thing. Superman. Ivy had mentioned him. And where there was Superman, there was clone of Superman, and subsequently clone of clone of Superman. Maybe if he'd realized sooner, he could've just gone straight home instead of lingering around Gotham rubbernecking like an idiot. And getting lured into an alley like that? Stupid, stupid Phoenix. He wasn't even sure the girl was in any real danger anymore; chances are the clone had just made sure it sounded like it to lure him in. If he would just think instead of leaping into things!
Then there was the few things to be thankful for. The fact that Kon hadn't chosen to strike when he was with Ivy, for one. It was bad enough he was being used to lure others into a trap, but the idea of having a complete innocent get caught up as well was unbearable. He was definitely thankful for that, and for the fact that lure or otherwise, the girl Kon had used as bait had managed to get away safely. He's not sure she'll even remember him, but it was still one small good thing.
One thing kept running through his mind, though: clones. Lots of clones. Phoenix had been, for Changeling's sake, trying to hold the benefit of the doubt, but lately even the ones that seemed to have moved beyond their status as a clone were showing signs of being less than stellar examples of humanity. Rei's was promiscuous and unrepentant, Caleb's was definitely hiding things from Phoenix, and Kon's... Kon's was horrible. All those things he said -- did he really believe them? That he was meant to replace the original? The idea chilled Phoenix's heart, and he wondered how many other clones were out to replace their originals. Isis's, Arabelle's... Maybe Changeling was being overly optimistic?
...No. He shook his head. There was still Georik's, who seemed to be making a life for himself, and AKA's. Poor AKA, who couldn't even speak, but was always willing to lend a hand. And Rylie's, who was almost like a puppy dog. There was still hope. Less than there was, but hope.
Hope for them, anyway. He wasn't so sure about himself right now.
Kon's clone had good hearing. He'd tried many times when it looked like he was drifting off to move towards something that could cut his ropes, but he'd stir, and Phoenix would be forced to abandon the idea. Finally, he'd just given up; until something happens that seriously distracted him, Phoenix was more or less screwed.
He briefly wondered, before finally succumbing altogether to exhaustion, if this was how Maya had felt during her captivity. He definitely felt a lot more empathy for her, if he hadn't already had a lot previously.
It was going to be a long day tomorrow.