Thread: Arkham's Education (Cain and AliceArkham)

Alice could not easily recall a time she had been more disoriented in her life. The doctor going from a composed academic to a foul-mouthed lunatic bent on getting her teeth then the strange box expelling powder from a balloon, followed by darkness and now the scalpel and the stranger. What kind of place was this? Had the man accosting her been just a bit quicker getting her to the table, he would have gotten a one-sided earful of screaming. Lucky for him, by the time he roughly guided her over, Alice was certain the room was soundproof. Very recently certain she still had her mouth open in anticipation of crying out. After he pressed her head against the table, though, she knew that should have been the sound of something, anything going on outside. But there wasnt. All she could hear was breathing, strange uneven breathing, which she couldnt quite place, in her haze of fear and confusion, as the doctors or belong to the man holding her down. Who the fuck are you? she asked, surprised at her own mouth. When she got nervous, Alice tended to curse. She wasnt proud of itin fact, if anything the profanity was amusing when spoken in her voice rather than even the slightest bit intimidatingbut its how she was. Alice, to distract her own self from what was going on, wondered how someone got in that room. It wasnt particularly large. Augh, these guards!, she thought angrily. Of coursewho else could have gotten in there? First they give her a stupid box filled with powder poison, and now one of them is in the room, teasing her legs apart while holding a knife to her throat! Might even be that jerk who brought me here in the first place It almost made her want to join ranks with the Joker. Alice briefly weighed the pros and cons of her three possible routes of resistance. There was the obvious, active route of fighting. The cold steel tracing a crooked line down her neck, almost making her cut herself with a shiver, was a solid voice of reason against that route. However, the other two options were passive, leaving the final call in his hands. In her limited experience with hold ups, Alice had found it was nice to know how serious a death threat was. The person threatening you with death probably wouldn't off you immediately, at least not in a situation like her present one. Indeed, a kid cornering her in an alley in The Bowery had almost started crying once she put him in a position where he either had to stab her or admit defeat. But this , she made a frightened noise of resistance as he continued to touch her, is not a kid . Taking a deep breath, Alice prepared to try the direct route. Since her assailants other hand, the one not pressing a blade into her skin, was being used to violate her, Alice had a tiny opportunity to escape, provided she could use his distraction at assaulting her to delay his other hand from slitting her throat. Blinking once, realzing she was near tears, Alice ducked her head in the opposite direction of the knife while his non-weapon hand was distracted and then swept her head down and in the other direction to get away. She didnt really think this through, of course. While the shock of her impromptu resistance did not end in her being gutted, Alice was immediately aware that she wasnt sure exactly how far from the table she had gotten, let alone how close she would be to getting out of the room if I can even remember where the door is . Fuck, she said, and then clapped a hand over her mouth. Announcing her position that was a great move. Stellar work, Alice. The man who had been accosting her was completely silent. Alice took a tiny step to the right, thinking that was around where the doctors body was. Maybe I could hold him up as a shield if the guard tries to stab me. Another stepnothing. Inhaling as quietly as possible, Alice took a third small step away.