Setting: *Inside the house, Victor and Klāra sit, Facing each other, in a living room*
Victor: *quiet*
Klāra: *She glares at him.*
Victor: *Growls*
Klāra: i. Hate. You.
Victor: Guess you shouldn't have chained us together
Klāra: Wasn't my fault! *She crosses her arms.*
Victor: Oh bullcrap!
Klāra: The stupid thing attached itself to my wrist.
Victor: Sure it did..*stands up and yanks her up*
Klāra: Hey-!
Victor: *smacks her* shut up!
Klāra: What are you doing?!?
Victor: *gets a butcher knife*
Klāra: Victor!!!
Victor: There's one way to get it off...*puts the blade on his wrist next to the cuff*
Klāra: Stop!* She grabs his hand.*
Victor: Quit! I've done this before! *angered and swings*
*it misses.*
Victor: *growls frustrated and he swings it again and it cuts right through his wrist, chopping his arm off*
Klāra: *She screams.*
*His arm gushes blood and the cuff sends off an energy, reattaching his arm to his limp*
Victor: *gets dizzy*
Klāra: Oh my gosh, are you okay?! *She touches his shoulder gently and shows true concern*
Victor: *his eyes show tears but he stays quiet, for his ego's sake*
Klāra: sit down...*gets a nearby chair.*
Victor: *is in shock and suddenly passes out*
Klāra: Victor?!?*She falls to her knees beside him*
Victor: *out cold*
Klāra: *She slowly manages to get him the bedroom. She places him on the bed, concerned*
Victor: *is so build and all muscles, he doesn't even try to wake up*
Klāra: *She reaches for bucket and tries to fill it with warm water. After struggling, she does so. She unbuttons his shirt and puts her ear on his chest, listening for a heartbeat*
Victor: *has a very slow heartbeat*
Klāra: *Wetting a cloth, she dabs it on his head, nurturing*
Victor: *groans lightly and he stirs*
Klāra: *She sits beside him and rubs his hair.*
Victor: *his eyes slowly flutter open*
Klāra: *She does not notice.*
Victor: What are you-
Klāra: Oh hush.*She's stern, in a lovely way.*
Victor: *is way out of it*
Klāra: *She wipes his head with the warm water.* Isn't this what women do in the movies? Hold the man's head and wipe his face with water? *She laughs.* Nurture the man?
Victor: *chuckles* Sure darling..*blinks slowly and tries to sit up but his lightheadedness overcomes him*
Klāra: stay down...*puts her hand on his chest*
Victor: *lays back* What do you think you're doing?
Klāra: Taking care of you.
Victor: I can take care of myself.
Klāra: But isn't this what you wanted? For me, a woman, to serve my purpose to man?*She, playfully, words her sentence, whispering it to him.*
Victor: *a smile flashes across his face*
Klāra: What?
Victor: FInally accepting it, huh? Good choice *he smirks*
Klāra: You're still not allowed to touch me. *She smiles.*
Victor: Oh but you've already got my shirt off *smirks*
Klāra: yeah, okay. I'm done. *She dumps all the water on him*
Victor: *Gasps and then just laughs*
Klāra: *She rolls her eyes.*
Victor: *smiles and slowly sits up, the room spinning slightly*
Klāra: You okay?
Victor: Why do you care? *looks at her*
Klāra: I'm handcuffed to you...
Victor: *pulls her onto the sopping wet bed*
Klāra: Hey-!
Victor: *laughs as she gets all wet* How do you like that? "Cuff-Buddy"?
Klāra: *She bursts out laughing and turns on her side, facing him* Don't you ever say "Cuff-Buddy" again. *She laughs between the words*
Victor: *chuckles but his eyes are softer and nicer looking*
Klāra:*She calms her laughing and sighs*
Victor: *smiles at her*
Klāra: This is going to be hard...life from now on...
Victor: No...only if you fight against it.
Klāra: I have a life...you have a life- a family- and well, we don't mix...
Victor: Good thing our bond is real and true *smirks, sarcasm*
Klāra: funny. But seriously though...
Victor: Well until you release me, you and I are stuck like glue.
Klāra: I can't release you...we're stuck...
Victor: *looks at her* we'll find a way
Klāra: I hope so...*She looks away from him and rolls to her other side*
Victor: *loops his arm around her*
Klāra: don't touch me...
Victor: I can't help it..the cuffs are short. *he smirks*
Klāra: *She looks at him.* It has a five foot diameter...
Victor: *smiles* And?
Klāra: I'll let you get away with this. Once. Just once.
Victor: *smiles* Good choice..
*The light from the windows fades and they fall asleep fairly quickly*
End Scene
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Experimental Game (A Victor Creed Love Story)
FanfictionWhen Victor Creed wakes up in Styker's lab with no real memory of how he got there, it's up to him and the tempting lab assistant, Klāra, to find out what happened. Join them as they play through Styker's experimental game and solve the problem to t...
