he leaned down until he was against the other's ear "do that again and i will cut out your achilles tendons. understand?"

Samuel shivered and nodded slightly. "Yes, I undersatnd, mother." He said with a smirk by now totally discounting his pain.

he ground his teeth. the little prick still was not getting it. he thought about beating that empty head on the floor but could not imagine that the other would survive it. he tried again this time softer and in a civil voice "look at me" the other turned his face from the floor and looked him in the eye. they were almost nose to nose so he was sure the other would be able to hear his words and look into his eyes "i have to keep you alive i do not have to keep you happy. i don't know what you want and i don't understand your motives but as it stands this will not work out." he hoped reason would cut through

"My motives?" Samuel asked, "I'm allowed to have those?" He was slightly joking now because he did not get what the other was saying. "And you seem to be doing a pretty good job at keeping me happy." He was grinning like a loon now and he was blaming it on drugs.

he thumped his head to the floor though it made his awkwardly angled leg hurt. he mumbled into the linoleum "i think i could grow to hate you given enough time"

Samuel adopted a hurt expression, "You mean you don't hate me already?" HE have the other a look then said, "Stop banging your head into the floor, the floor isn't strong enough for such a hard head."

he felt tired "i think you are going off sedatives for good" he pushed himself off of the other "i'd rather risk a fight than this" he yanked the other off the floor not caring this time to be careful, the man had not vomited even once no risk of it now. he marched the other in front of him using the man's arm to propel him forward and retrieve the bag. this would be a long two days

Samuel smiled again, "You'd beat me up one of off the stuff that makes me sleepy??

"if you were aggressive yes, yes i would"

Samuel smirked, "I'll make note of that." And hopefully find out what else made Echo tick besides not understanding something.

they made it up the stairs in silence, he knew the other would prolly rather have taken the elevator but he needed the exercise, the both did. whenever the other lagged or complained though he tightened his grip until silence once more reined. when they passed through the door he let go of the other pushing him hard into the room. he locked the door behind him. no more escapes.

Samuel was roughly almost thrown into the room and sat down on his chair once Echo locked the door. "What now, Echo?" Samuel asked eyeing the rope.

he said nothing but went over to where the other sat, he laid the rope in the man's lap and fished out several zip-ties. he zippered one around each wrist and tied them with a third. he crouched and repeated only he tied each leg separate, nodding at his work he went around the room proofing it to keep the other from causing any harm should his bonds come loose. finishing that he reached into his pocket for the vials. the tranq he tossed into the bag the adrenaline he set on the floor along with an unused syringe. he sat the bag down and situated himself between it and the drug. he gave one look over to the technician and flipping him off went back to his earlier task of meditating

Samuel played with teh knots holding him down and found them to be satisfactory. "Do you tie people up much?" He asked jokingly as he played with the ones areound his hands. "Because these are pretty good knots."

he did not comment if the man was so ignorant he thought they were knots let him live with it, he did not care and he had no more wish for the questions

Samuel pouted, "Now your giving me the silent treatment." He gave a sudden grin, "And I retract me previous statement, I've already untied my hands." He had not actually done it but he was working on it.

he continued to ignore the other, short of pinking shears or bold cutters the bindings were inescapable, the plastic would rip bloody gashes in the other. he started to could back from fifty

Samuel continued to try to untie his hands. The feeling of the zip tie was slightly annoying and the other was ignoring him. Samuel felt a trickle of blood down his hands and frowned. "I hope you know where rags are or like the smell of dried blood." He stated.

he cracked an eye, he saw no puddles so he colsed his eye and stared bac up at 22

Samuel swore quietly, he was pretty sure now that escapeing the rope and ties would take longer then he had originally though. Samuel grinned suddenly at an idea he had to annoy the other. "99 bottles of milk on the wall, 99 bottles of milk on the wall, you take on down, pass it around, 98 bottles of milk on the wall." He started to sing and he knew his voice left much to be desired and the song would get annoying and quickly.

at 64 bottles he had enough. he stood up quickly and backhanded the other across the face "ENOUGH!"

Samuel grinned when the other back handed him and added it to his mental score board and said out loud. "So singing that sound makes you angry?" He asked already having felt the answer. "I can sing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" if you prefer." He was half joking.

he balled his hand into a fist wanting to hit the other again when it dawned on him "good goddess you are one of those aren't you?" he dropped his hand.

"One of what?" Samuel asked curiously before biting back a curse. He was pretty sure what conclusion the other had drawn. "I'm not a masochist." He muttered sullenly.

he ignored the other once again "ok, here is the new plan" he went over to a door and opened it "you see this closet? if you do anything to make me angry or disturb my rest i will not hit you or tranq you, i will simply pick up your hair and put you in here and close the door" he walked inside and the light flickered on. he turned an looked around until he saw a broom. he reached up and violently burst the light out flushing the area in darkness again. he stepped out of the closest white-dust and glass glittering in his hair "do you understand me yet?"

"Pick me up by my hair?" Samuel brighten slightly then told himself that he was not actually masochistic. "So what?" He said with as much shrug as he could, "I can still annoy you from in there." Then Samuel's eyes lit up with an almost inhuman glee. "I bet it has great accustics."

he smiled though it was not a pleasant one, "would you like to try?"

"No," He said sullenly. "But what are you trying to do? Make me die from loss of human contact in a dark closet? Cause that is all it is gonna do. I am not a masochist." He muttered the last part almost to himself as though trying to convince himself of it.

"i am trying to rest, i have been awake for nearly a week barring the couple hours i got from putting you under" he sighed "for all your brains you do not seem to know very much. maybe when you are sober we can try again. now may i please rest?"

"Yes, you can rest." Samuel said with a sigh even ignoring the jab at his intelect. Samuel then tried to get as confortable as possible in his chair so that he could possibly doze while the other was sleeping.

he nodded though he was not sure if the other could be trusted but he sat down anyway straightening his things and counting back once more.



when he woke next it was of his own volition. he felt rested and the other appeared to be asleep in the gloom. he waved his arm setting off the motion detector and flipping the lights, he rather enjoyed the darkness but there was not much to do about that, he checked his watch somewhere around nine hours had passed and he felt refreshed and clear-headed. he checked the hostage before anything else, mostly he seemed well but the marks he had left on those wrists was terrible. he went to the pile of med supplies and dug out the bottle of rubbing alcohol scissors towel and a gauze roll. he knew the best way would be to wake the other before attempting to clean anything

Samuel had heard the other moving around and his eyes snapped open. He watched the other get the med supplies and kept an eye on Echo the whole time. Samuel showed no reponse as the other got closer but if Echo was going to try and clean his wounds he would not allow it.

ah, the other was already awake "good then, saved me from having to wake you. try not to cry"

Samuel watched the other but made no other noises or movements.

he dropped the towel and scooched it over the man's hands, then he unscrewed the bottle and poured the alcohol directly over the man's wrists

Samuel hissed at the other and tried to move his wounds away. He did not want them cleaned even by Echo.

when the bottle was half empty he set it down and picked up the half soaked towel, he should have unbound each hand to clean it but he could see the other was indeed being too...excited to be truly trusted with that he caught up the hands and scrubbed roughly at the wrists allowing the other's struggles to aid in the removal of blood dried and drying

Samuel tried to keep his hands away from the other which was remarkable hard for someone whose hands where tied. He said not a word just tried to focase on not allowing the other to clean his hands well. Samuel knew he was being petty but did not care.

he did a fair job of the cleaning but now was the hard part and noone ever took it without at least a little fight. he popped one of the ties with the scissors and grabbed the man's forearm. "if you do not fight this i will tell you a secret, does that seem fair?" it was a tactic he used on children who were accidentally caught up in situations children should not be in, he hoped the other's natural curiosity would mean it would work on him as well. he dropped the scissors and picked up the gauze and waited

Samuel though for a second. Sure he was curious to what the other thing was, but did he really want to know? And what was he not fighting? He could be agreeing not to fight as the other replayed footage of the people in the tower being killed. Finally Samuel gave up and nodded his head in concent, he would not fight.