The program worked through her system. The blood stopped, but upon being jerked awake the horror of the situation put her into a state of shock and Lem quickly found herself once again passed out. Tearfall worked quickly trying to aid her. He had found her after all... lying with only her blood as clothes.
"A warning..." he said.
Normally Lem would have taken this message and paid it no heed, but the fact remained she thought herself invincible. Under the Immediate Solution, she had learned not to trust su****ious calls but as a reporter she had found it yielded the best results. Reluctantly she stepped out into the Backyard District and found herself being dragged into a nearby apartment.
The man... was it a man? Well, the voice spoke to her. It was harsh, cold... she did not think a man or a woman could speak with such emptiness and hatred. A dark, black mask hung over where his face would have been. His hands moved with un-canny speed, binding the arms and legs.
A kick. Another kick. Against the side again, and again. Then came the first glimpse of what would be her suffering. A long, metallic strand of metal was shown and this being pressed it flat under her breast. "You will remember what pain is..." A gasp, a cough of blood. The metal pierced into her skin, the being of darkness shoved it deep inside her so that the end stuck out from the other side.
Another nano-program. Friendly voices? Who was it... it all seemed a blur. There Tearfall was again. He held her down. Why are you holding me down? Who are you? Holding her, he yanked hard pulling one of the metallic strands out and suddenly she realized why it all seemed a blur. The strand was pulled directly out from her eye. Pain enveloped Lem once again. He held her fast to the floor, trying to have her relax. Again he pulled, this time one of the metals out from her other eye. The pain was overwhelming, the pain was immense, the pain disappeared as she fell into yet another state of unconsciousness.
"You shall be my messanger to everyone. You shall tell them of pain. You shall tell them that death is not to be toyed with. That death is meaningful and not to be reclaimed." The shirt was torn and caused her to cry out in pain as it rubbed against the protruding metals. Her pants met the same fate, leaving her with only her shoes. "Remember the Dark Angel. I am the Dark Angel." The room was moving, or was I moving? I'm flying? The Angel had thrown her off the balcony, landing on her head. The surroundings dimmed, as a friendly figure rushed over in Tearfall to try and save her life.
"Dark Angel... no! No! NO!" the reporter shook awake from her sleep in the place of Rompa's. Private Tearfall had brought her here, she had asked it to be so since she feared going to her apartment. Her eyes, still in pain. The holes yet not healed. The piercing, still in suffering. "First it does that then it hounds me in my dreams!" Sleep would be impossible. But Tearfall, one he said was named Micheal, gave her his trenchcoat earlier before so she would not be nude. Patched her up, taking to see Omni-Med. Then brought her back here, she was thankful. She was afraid, distrought, unstable. Sleep would be impossible. Yet he told her it would all be alright.
Sleep would be impossible... but in that moment she found it a welcome guest. The Angel stayed away... but the memory still lurked.
