MacLeod: Reforged: Castle of a Mad King

The Doctor is IN
Revan felt like rubbish.

Slowly, his nerves started reconnecting to his brain, letting him wiggle his fingers and move his legs with stinging numbness.

And what happened to us? Áinfean wondered, droopily.

"Dunn-AH!" Revan tried to answer as an electric jolt sprang him upright. "OW! Okay, awake now! Nope! Left side toes... Good, still got those.

"Wrists: Tied down. Fingers: Wiggle-able. Jaw: A bit slack, getting there. Temples: Got metally bits on 'em. Noggin: Noggin-y. Ankles: Bound: Knees: Kick-able. Elbows -- Hold the phone..."

Running through his checklist of ensuring his limbs were where they were supposed to be, he concluded that he was bound to some sort of medical bed.

"Well," a seemingly friendly voice began. "Good of you to finally be up and about."

The voice pulled back the curtain to reveal a friendly face of a man in a doctor's labcoat.

"Um... Hi, Doc," Revan greeted nervously. "Mind cuttin' me loose?"

"I do in fact," the doctor said with a tone of sinister intent as he used a remote control to raise the medical bed to a slant. "I'm a Neuroscience doctor today, and you are my patient."

"Uh... Okay, Doctor Who, then?" Revan asked nervously. "Symptoms?"

"First question: Just Doctor Joseph," the doctor stated, swinging into a lighter tone. "Second question: Your mind is fascinating."

"My what? Sorry, but..."

"But there is another reason as to why you are here, the Children of Grimm want you done with. You're no longer serving their purpose."

"What--Arrgh!-- What purpose?" The Áinfean emerged, Aura flaring dark. "What did they want from me?"

"Nothing much, just to end a few important people. Not going well, by the looks of it."

"I told that dobber to get to work. He's been stalling for too long."

"Ooh! There you are!"

Joseph opened his scroll and looked at a reading of what seemed like two wavelengths. One looked erratic and aggressive while the second was calm and upbeat looking.

"A proper reading on you, Áinfean. I've been meaning to meet you for a while."

Joseph withdrew a circular device from his pocket and placed it at his right temple.

"What're you doing?" Áinfean demanded. "Who are you?"

"Second question: I am called The Pretender. I'm very good at it. Do it all the time when I kill for Ubel. It's also how I tricked you into coming up to the security office. First question: Piquing my curiosity about what happens when I add your mind to my repertoire of acting ranges... Now."

Joseph pressed a button which said "Sync" on the screen. Excruciating pain followed.

Madwoman's Heart
Kirina awoke slowly.

''Tired... Need... sugar...''

"Zoki," she heard Miss Fingers begin. "Time to get up! Oh for Heaven's Sake!"

"Wah..?"

"Get up, child!"

Kirina found the energy in her lower back to sit upright. Droopily still, she opened her eyes to see Butters next to Holmes, hands and fingers tied behind her back and looking over a bullet shaped hole in his clothes.

Taking a few moments to put two and-two together, she realized what happened. "Did Brains... Regen-er-ify? With his Aura stuff?"

"He took a bullet through his heart, he had to.

After regaining feeling in her arms and legs and further brain processing, she noticed that her wrists were tied behind her back, similarly, the same was done with her ankles. Kirina looked around.

"Where's Re... Hi... my..."

"Your fiance, Miss Dorobō," James began, waking up from his Regen Rest. "Is, if my deduction is correct, Neuroscience Ward, probably to get his brain picked. And killed."

Something snapped in Kirina's mind. "What?"

Holmes was very weak. He started sweating, cold, trying to stay awake. "He has more than likely been taken by a man who's been tracking him, particularly his enraged self.

"In his possession were devices that use electric impulses to read, stimulate, and replicate the brainwaves of whoever it's being used on. Before you ask, I was got and designed them a few months ago. I have an idea of how he got a hold of them."

James struggled for breath, grunted through his explanation, and passed out. Wilda turned to Kirina, wiggling with her knees. "Zoki, First: You should have told me you had gotten engaged to Highlander! But nevermind. Second: Just how much do you love him?"

Kirina was unsure of where her answers came from, as she said with the most serious and straight face she had ever worn.

"More than chocolate bunnies wearing tutus."

"And?"

"More than two-hundred Jammy Dodgers!"

"And?

"So much I said I'd marry him!"

"And there's the answer I was looking for," she said as she tipped her head to show the steel hair sticks in front of Kirina. "Try cutting yourself out. There are knives hidden in the sticks."

Acting immediately, Kirina spun on her rear and took the hair sticks out of Wilda's hair. Twisting the end, she found the blade and cut through her restraints.

Silently, as the silhouette of a man holding a large knife, very familiar to Kirina, appeared outside the door, and with the most focused expression she had ever worn, Kirina cut Wilda's restraints and sneaked over to the door.

That's my knife, meanie!