This Life is Mine

15

TWs: Electric shocks, previous 'body' modification/mutilation, mind manipulation/hypnotization is still a thing. Stay safe :)

"Anything?" The assistant spoke, his voice reverberating around the cell.

"Nope..." Arthur uttered, getting the same error sound as before.

"Maybe there's a grid blocking your transmission?" Larry assumed.

The ginger frowned from his perch on the bed, "As if. Do they think they can keep me from sending a message to the outside by using a measly power grid? Fat chance."

"Idiot." Larry sighed, knowing Arthur wasn't thinking straight while in the conditions they were in. Instead of helping him out of his stupor, the shorter sat beside the iron bars.

He wondered when they would get out, if Bing got away safely, or if he needed help. Larry huffed as he delved into his thoughts; his partner consistently seemed to get in trouble, yet always knew how to get out of it. It astounded Larry greatly.

"Agh!" There was a shout from Arthur as he reeled back from the aperture within the walls. He nearly fell off the bed, but Larry was quick enough to catch and pull him to his feet.

"What happened?" Larry questioned, looking at the ginger.

"Ah, it seems... you were right." Arthur spoke through gritted teeth, "There is a power grid surrounding us."

Larry furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at what happened; there was a slight burn below his friend's eye. He knew it would leave a mark.

"Idiot, I told you to be careful," Larry spoke.

"Did you...? I only heard an insult."

"Just- stop trying, Arthur." Larry frowned, "It's pointless to try and escape."

"What?" Arthur heard Larry's footsteps walk away.

The assistant held onto the bars of the cell, "Just face it, we're going to be stuck here for the time being."

Arthur blinked, his finger combing over the mark he earned, "You know that's not true."

There was silence on Larry's end; the sound of the dripping from the ceiling was the only noise.

Drip... drop... drip... plop...

Arthur sighed, "Well, while you wallow in your self-pity, I'm gonna try again."

Carefully getting on the bed, the ginger stood at the aperture, adjusting his glasses.

"Hey, you got hurt the first time; do you think it's not going to shock you a second time?" Larry raised an eyebrow, yanking Arthur's wrist as he pulled him back.

BZZZTTT!

A loud buzzing sound came from above as Arthur felt the rushing electricity of the power grid heat his face for only a millisecond.

"What the fuck?" Larry spoke, peering up at the ceiling.

"C, what was that?" Arthur asked his AI.

"Something from within the castle," She responded, "Seems to have short-circuited the grid."

Arthur thought momentarily, "We have to move quickly if we want to send a message then."

The ginger stood on the bed, adjusting his glasses once more. Larry took his place by the iron bars, keeping watch for any soldiers.

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When Dr. John received a message from his boss to meet him at the palace, the scientist expected the King to have some good news or to be rewarded, even if John knew that he'd never be credited as the so-called great scientist that he was.