Now, normally Stein wouldn't do this. Normally, he'd be very clean and clinical and go for those special little points on the human and/or hybrid body that would make them curl up into paralytic pain like a dying spider. The fact was that Korbinian's nerves were a little frayed due to the fact that he was tired, he was meant to be home a few hours ago, he'd alwayed dealt with this kid today, he was getting a blinding headache and he hadn't been able to cut open someone for the simple fun and pure unblemished joy of it for over a month now and he was just, really honestly, pissed off. Which is why, he went and kicked Chame right in his stomach, which wasn't what he normally did. Hello Chame, nice to see you again. Sorry about that but I'm forced into this now, I really don't enjoy hurting you like this. he said apoligetically, a sad expression on his face as he stepped back from Chame to regain his balance from that kick. Then he stamped down on his ankle, hard. I'll admit, I enjoyed that. he said, a feral grown revealing itself. This too. he added as he bent over, grabbed Chame's hair, lifted it and his chest off the ground and slammed it back into the tarmac. Sorry again, but I'm not going to take chances with you anymore as I'm sure if got the chance now, you'd kill me, and I'm not done playing this game yet. At this point, he was talking just for himself as he doubted Chame was awake to hear this, and even more that he'd remember it.
He pushed Chame over with his foot and looked cautiously at him, inspecting any signs to show that Chame was still awake. Now that he'd seen some of what Chame was capable of, it would be foolish to treat him like an ordinary victim, he rubbed his neck self-consciously, paying attention and taking note of his own heart rate. Was I scared? he asked himself quietly, still eyeing Chame suspiciously. After another few moments, Stein decided that perhaps he'd better get Chame to the hospital in case he'd gotten a concussion, after all, he had just slammed Chame's head into the ground, which even he knew was kind of a dick move amongst civilised men.
So, Stein picked up Chame and walked with him in his arms to the elevator. Once he'd gotten out, he walked over to the hospital, ignoring the few odd stares he got from some of the late-night wanderers, although most of them just brushed it off and thought they must be missing something that would make it make sense or realised he was taking Chame to the hospital, and besides, it was just a hybrid. Once Stein got in, he quickly navigated through the human wing, his responsibilities here wouldn't appreciate seeing a hybrid there, and he got a few glares from worried family members too. Due to the rumour of odd infections being found in hybrids, it was only natural to not want a wounded one around their ill family members. Besides, it was an unfortunate truth that a lot of wild hybrids on the street tended to have some form of illness, sexually transmitted diseases, mental problems, etc, although in their defence, so did some of the other humans that lived on the streets, it was just that vicious whispers and hearsay tended to embellish the amount of filthy hybrids and gloss over the unfortunate humans.
It wasn't long before Stein got Chame to the hybrid wing and found an empty bed. He gave strict instructions to an intern that Chame was to be kept under sedation, unconscious and strapped down as he would turn violent if woken. After that, Stein was finally able to relax a little, and then went to his office to down an asprin, take care of some very annoying and loud messages and clean up the paperwork. Sometimes he wondered just how badly things would go if he just shredded all of it, there were sheets he'd gotten a month ago and since nothing had caught on fire or exploded, how important could they really be? He sighed and knuckled down under responsibilities cruel fist, this was the price of having a convincing disguise and a regular income, truly evidence that the bureaucratic goverment was the epitome of ruthlessness and efficiency as even sociopaths had to pay their taxes.
Once the hospital had calmed down slightly, Stein slunk back into his office to finish up the final touches of his paperwork. He'd been called away and he felt drained now, he'd just managed to get out of there and the only thing that was keeping him going was the idea that soon, he'd be able to slice that little brat's face open into a smile the cheshire cat would be envious of. He walked behind his desk and fell into the chair, his fingers covering his face while the middle and index fingers rubbed at his eyes, God he was tired. With a groan he leaned forward and stared down at the last few pages of the night, once done he'd have hidden Chame away in the paperwork so as far as anyone would later know if they were trailing through the archieves, they'd see that he'd have enterered and left the hospital without even a name, not that anyone would check though for missing hybrids but it paid to play it safe.
Twenty minutes, two asprins and a quick check over his appearance later, Stein was standing over Chame, checking his vitals and the tubes stuck into him under the hospital gown. All seemed okay so far, heavily sedated, no concussion or serious damage, his wounds had been cleared and bandaged. Seemed like all Stein had to do now was wheel him away. He crouched over Chame and pulled an eyelid up, checking his pupil dilation and studying the hybrid's eye, his own eyes staring blankly at it. Time to go Chame. he whispered quietly, a small smile flicking at his lips. It took a while to disconnect him from the tubes and get him in the wheelchair, but soon he was whistling happily down the hall, nodding at some of his fellow doctors and some of the hybrids he'd had to work on himself. He wondered if they would smile and wave so much if they knew what he was planning with the unconscious hybrid in front of him. Probably not.
Once he reached the archieves he looked behind him and in front, checking for witnesses before walking backwards through the door and pulling Chame with him. He counted the shelves and bookcases he walked by then stopped and walked to the right between two ones that looked just like any other ones, leaving Chame behind in the walkway through all the bookcases. He ran a hand along the line of sleek machines that made up hard-drives and servers and computerised gadgets all fused into one clean white machine, each one giving a slight hum and whir who's echos fused with all the other ones to give the room a strange echo to it. He pushed a button on the first one on the ninth shelf, and then a button on the ninth one on the third shelf. After that he walked back to Chame, strode down between three others rows of shelves and then turned to the left, walking forward until they reached the wall. He flicked a switch on the machine just to the left of Chame's head and then pushed lightly at a tile on the wall for seven seconds, and then pushed hard.
It clicked forward and the wall began to slide down, revealing a set of stairs that was curving very slightly.[ color=#80FF00]Down we go.[/color] he said as he pushed Chame forward, his arms jerking each time the wheelchair fell down a step. It took ca while but soon he was down in his private lab, his sanctuary, his lair, his bat-cave, so to speak. Humming to himself he wheeled Chame down to the cells, they'd originally just been storage rooms but it had been simple enough to add in jail bars, embedding into the floor and ceiling. There was a futon with pillows on the ground, slotted into a back corner with a clean sheets on them, a light was slotted into the ceiling behind thick glass and the switch was above the futon and a bedpan in the corner. There were also a small pile of books near the futon too that consisted of a bible, Dante's "Divine Comedy", Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil" and a complete works of Shakespeare. Stein carefully placed Chame on the futon and exited, closing the door behind him and putting the locks in place. He really didn't need locks, plural, but yet again, to be safe, he had a pin-tumbler, a level and a disc tumble lock on the door, you'd have better lock breaking the damn things off than picking them, which, had actually happened once. Jeeze that had been a hectic night, who would have thought the little bastard had it in him. Stein left the light on as he closed and locked the door. He'd deal with Chame tomorrow, once he was good and rested. Besides, he needed to be alert for some appointments he had tomorrow, and it would be nice to have something to look forward to.
-"I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized."