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withimpunityTitle: Your Own Personal Hell
Characters: Noah, wee!Elle
Rating: PG
Words: 595
Table/Prompt: Places theme table / office / for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_insane / My table
Disclaimer: Noah and Elle belong to Tim Kring, but I'd like them when he's done with them plzkthxbai.
"Playing hide and seek again, Elle?" Noah asks as he pulled his chair out and kneels on the ground, looking at the little blonde girl curled up under his desk. "Your father is looking for you."
"I know," Elle mumbles and pulls her knees tightly against her chest. "He's going to take me to the blue room again. I don't like it there, Noah. Please, don't make me go."
Noah sighs heavily. Babysitting is not part of his job. He has no idea how to handle his own child, much less Bob's dysfunctional offspring. "It's not my decision, Elle," He explains, reaching for her hand. "You'll have to take that up with your father."
"I don't want to go," Noah cringes as she begins to sob, wiping her tears on the knees of her jeans. "I don't like doing it, Noah. Sometimes it hurts."
"I know," He says to Elle, going against his nature and reaching out to catch a tear rolling off her cheek with his thumb without thinking. "But your Dad tells me that you're a strong little girl. And you're helping the company so much."
Elle sniffles and lifts her head up from her knees, looking at Noah through glazed, bloodshot eyes. "I am?" She asks hopefully, and Noah almost feels sick for lying to her. What Bob is putting her through isn't helping the company any; its for his own selfish research. He thinks Elle has potential and these tests he's putting her through are to find out just how much potential she has and how he can use it to his advantage. It doesn't matter to him that she's seven years old and should be out on a playground getting skinned knees and chasing boys instead of getting strapped down and pumped full of drugs to see how much voltage she can produce.
"You sure are," His chest tightens as he lies to her; such a sweet, innocent little girl, she doesn't deserve this life. "Can I take you to your father now, Elle?"
Elle's tiny hand slides into his hesitantly and her soft fingers curl around his thumb as she scoots out from beneath his desk.
"That's a good girl," He smiles down at her warmly and helps her off the ground. She doesn't let go off his thumb as they walk out the door, down the hall and around the corner, third door on the left. Elle stops in front of the entrance to the blue room and looks up at Noah, lip trembling with fear. Noah bends down so that he's on her level and can look into her pale, round eyes as he speaks. "It will be over before you know it, I promise. Can you be strong, Elle?"
Elle sniffles and stares down at her feet as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.
"Elle," Noah says softly, tipping her chin back up to look at him. "Can you be strong? For me?"
Elle sniffles one last time and nods slowly, wiping away the tears on her face with her sleeve. "I can be strong, Noah," she says and opens the door to the blue room, putting on a smile for Bob as soon as she walks in.
When the testing begins, Noah can hear her screams and its all he can do not to run as far as he can away from the sounds of a little girl being made into a monster. He can only hope that Elle won't remember it was he who always led her into her own personal hell.
Characters: Noah, wee!Elle
Rating: PG
Words: 595
Table/Prompt: Places theme table / office / for
mission_insane / My tableDisclaimer: Noah and Elle belong to Tim Kring, but I'd like them when he's done with them plzkthxbai.
"Playing hide and seek again, Elle?" Noah asks as he pulled his chair out and kneels on the ground, looking at the little blonde girl curled up under his desk. "Your father is looking for you."
"I know," Elle mumbles and pulls her knees tightly against her chest. "He's going to take me to the blue room again. I don't like it there, Noah. Please, don't make me go."
Noah sighs heavily. Babysitting is not part of his job. He has no idea how to handle his own child, much less Bob's dysfunctional offspring. "It's not my decision, Elle," He explains, reaching for her hand. "You'll have to take that up with your father."
"I don't want to go," Noah cringes as she begins to sob, wiping her tears on the knees of her jeans. "I don't like doing it, Noah. Sometimes it hurts."
"I know," He says to Elle, going against his nature and reaching out to catch a tear rolling off her cheek with his thumb without thinking. "But your Dad tells me that you're a strong little girl. And you're helping the company so much."
Elle sniffles and lifts her head up from her knees, looking at Noah through glazed, bloodshot eyes. "I am?" She asks hopefully, and Noah almost feels sick for lying to her. What Bob is putting her through isn't helping the company any; its for his own selfish research. He thinks Elle has potential and these tests he's putting her through are to find out just how much potential she has and how he can use it to his advantage. It doesn't matter to him that she's seven years old and should be out on a playground getting skinned knees and chasing boys instead of getting strapped down and pumped full of drugs to see how much voltage she can produce.
"You sure are," His chest tightens as he lies to her; such a sweet, innocent little girl, she doesn't deserve this life. "Can I take you to your father now, Elle?"
Elle's tiny hand slides into his hesitantly and her soft fingers curl around his thumb as she scoots out from beneath his desk.
"That's a good girl," He smiles down at her warmly and helps her off the ground. She doesn't let go off his thumb as they walk out the door, down the hall and around the corner, third door on the left. Elle stops in front of the entrance to the blue room and looks up at Noah, lip trembling with fear. Noah bends down so that he's on her level and can look into her pale, round eyes as he speaks. "It will be over before you know it, I promise. Can you be strong, Elle?"
Elle sniffles and stares down at her feet as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.
"Elle," Noah says softly, tipping her chin back up to look at him. "Can you be strong? For me?"
Elle sniffles one last time and nods slowly, wiping away the tears on her face with her sleeve. "I can be strong, Noah," she says and opens the door to the blue room, putting on a smile for Bob as soon as she walks in.
When the testing begins, Noah can hear her screams and its all he can do not to run as far as he can away from the sounds of a little girl being made into a monster. He can only hope that Elle won't remember it was he who always led her into her own personal hell.
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Date: 2008-01-09 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-09 11:10 am (UTC)Bob is such an ass, right??