Adam and Evil
Fanfic by: NekoSama (aka Chris) and LucieSama
Email: nekosama@ix.netcom.com and SnickerzBunny@aol.com
Catagory:Angst
Rating: R for violence and sexual content (some mild slash)
Spoilers: Johnny Apocalypse
Summary: Arnaud steals Adam and captures Darien
Standard disclaimer: The Invisible Man and all the characters are not ours and are used without permission. We are not getting paid for this.
A/N: This story is written on the basis that 'Money for Nothing' parts 1 and 2 never happened.
Arnaud skimmed through the files he'd gotten from the Russian spies. He found the notes pertaining to an expieriment on a baby.
Arnaud smiled as he continued reading. "This could be very useful to me. VERY useful!"
---
Adam Reese drifted through a world of foggy floating colors and light. He could vaguely remember a time before the cold and sleep but the memories eluded his grasp. He wondered when he would awake from his living dream but let that thought go and just drifted...
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Arnaud tapped into the Agency's system trying to locate where the boy had been taken. He cursed to himself when he couldn't get the information. There was only a notation about a secret lab, but no place had been named.
Arnaud did see that the cryo pod they had the boy in was from Chrysalis, however. "I wonder if they have a homing beacon on the pod?" Arnaud mused.
He smiled at that thought. A homing beacon signal would lead him right to the boy. Now he just had to find out if there was a beacon AND what frequency it was on.
---
Adam caught a memory, briefly, and held to it tightly. A face--but no name. He gave a mental sigh and let it go, watched it flit off into the icy embrace of his home.
---
Arnaud was able to find a Chrysalis agent who was willing to sell information.
"A million dollars?" Arnaud growled at the man.
"Hey, by doing this I am basically putting a price on my head. I need to be able to disappear," he replied.
"Of course," Arnaud sighed. He gave the man an address and told him to meet hime there in an hour.
They met in a small warehouse. "Where's the money?"
"Right here," and Arnaud held up a briefcase.
The man relaxed a little and traded Arnaud a disk for the briefcase.
"Sit down," Arnaud ordered.
"What for?"
"I need to make sure this is the information I requested," Arnaud said as he pulled out a gun training it on the man's head.
The man sat down and watched as Arnaud put the disk into his laptop.
Arnaud scrolled through the files on the cryo pods and then the information on Adam Reese. He grinned and closed his laptop. "Thank you." Arnaud stood and shot the man in the head, watching it explode with amusement. "Now you don't have to worry about the price on your head."
He picked up his laptop and the briefcase and went out to his car.
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"Hey buddy," Darien Fawkes said, taking a seat on the bench near the frozen cryopod which looked far too much like a coffin to him, "how's it goin'? I'm sorry I haven't visited much but, ya know, job and all." He paused and patted the top of the cryopod. "So, I was thinking, I mean..."
He paused and blew his breath out with a hissing sound. "Man Adam, I don't know when we're gonna get you out of there. Keeper's been working on it but she doesn't seem to optimistic, and I... well, I just don't know, buddy...just don't know much anymore."
Darien sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "I should get going pretty soon actually. They don't like it when I come here." He stopped speaking abruptly and looked around. "Shit. I heard a door..."
Arnaud was shocked to see Darien sitting on a chair next to the pod, but he was glad that he'd had the foresight to bring his tranquelizer gun. He had needed to keep at least on of the techs alive to get access to the inner levels. Now he had a double prize.
"Hello, Fawkes. Nice to see you," he said in a sweet tone.
Darien's head snapped up. "Arnaud--what the fuck?!" Adrenaline surged through his body and he quicksilvered. "Okay," he said icily, "what the hell are you doing here, Arnaud?"
Arnaud put his sunglasses on as he chuckled to himself. For some reason he seemed to carry them with him everywhere. "I'd love to chat, but I'm in a bit of a hurry right now," he replied. He shot a dart into Darien and waited for it to take effect.
Darien opened his mouth to say something but toppled over and flaked as he lost control of the quicksilver. The last thing he saw was Arnaud's smiling face standing over him, and then his mind drifted into fuzzy blankness...
"The pod is ready for tranfer," Arnaud said into the walkie-talkie. "and I have and extra passanger as well." Arnaud glanced at Darien's form beneath him. After all this time he finally had Darien Fawkes, and he had such plans for both Fawkes and the boy.
---
Darien cracked his eyes open and was met with blinding white brightness. He moaned and tried to reach up to cover his eyes...but couldn't. Realization hit him and his eyes snapped open. A padded room. And a straitjacket.
"DAMMIT!" he bellowed, struggling to sit upright, "ARNAUD! LET ME OUT!"
Arnaud laughed as he watched Darien struggling in the jacket. He had his scientists working with a blood sample that he'd taken from the lab. He wanted to have the cure ready just in case.
He knew that he had some time though, so he decided to have a little fun. He opened the door to the padded room and went inside. He aimed his gun at Darien and leaned back against the door. "Good morning, Fawkes. I hope you slept well."
"Fuck you too," Darien snarled, not facing Arnaud. "What the hell do you want with me? Never mind, I know. You wanna rip the goddamned gland out of my head." He gave a sickly smile. "I hope you have fun."
"Actually, I don't want the gland. At least not at the moment. I have 'other' plans for you," and he stepped a little closer to Darien, his eyes roaming up and down his body.
Darien exhaled in slight relief...and then he looked over and saw the unmistakably predatorial look in Arnaud's eyes. "What the hell do you mean, 'other' plans? I don't like the sound of that."
He turned away again and laughed quietly to himself. "It's a good thing you have counteragent, huh?" he let the quicksilver slide up his body like a trail of icy ants. "Cause you're sure as hell gonna need it. If I wasn't in this straitjacket..."
Arnaud rolled his eyes and put his sunglasses on. "Yes, yes, I know. Really monsieur, I'm sure you and I can think of something other than trying to kill each other all of the time," Arnaud sighed taking another step closer to Darien.
"Yeah," Darien spat, "like playing Monopoly. Sure. Just as long as I get the dog." He laughed, bitterly, and looked back over at Arnaud, who was looking at him with his arms folded over his chest and those damn sunglasses on.
"Okay, okay, I give up. What are you thinking of here? I suck at chess, by the way, so if it's chess then you should reconsider. I have read some Shakespeare and I'd just be perfectly happy to discuss the Bard with you." Darien's voice dripped sarcasm but he kept his face straight. "Or would you rather--"
Arnaud grabbed Darien and kissed him ignoring the cold from the quicksilver coating. The interior of Darien's mouth was warm and very pleasant. He pushed his tongue inside, since Darien's shock had frozen him in place.
When Darien recovered from his initial shock and realized that yes Arnaud was kissing him, his immediate reaction was to writhe and try to throw Arnaud off.
'This isn't RIGHT!' his mind screamed at him in hysteria, and he tended to agree. 'It's not RIGHT and it's not going to CONTINUE!' He didn't realize that his quicksilver had flaked off, because his eyes were squeezed shut in denial.
Arnaud kept a firm grip on Darien as he continued to kiss him. 'He doesn't realize that fighting me will not make me want him any less,' he thought. 'in fact it makes the challenge of having him even more of a thrill.' Arnaud released Darien after another moment and stepped away smiling triumphantly.
Darien blinked. And blinked again. And blinked yet again. His mouth worked but no sounds came out. Finally, he managed to get out in a rather choked voice, "What was that about?"
He turned his eyes upwards to look at Arnaud but found he couldn't for very long and settled for looking at the blank, monotonous white floor.
"You wanted to know what my plans for you were so I just gave you a small taste, or rather took a small taste," he purred.
"Okay, wake me up please, someone," Darien said weakly, flopping over till he was face-down on the stark white bed.
He had the sudden urge to cry, or to laugh, and couldn't decide which to do, so he did neither. 'This is so screwed up,' he thought, and then with a sense of irony, 'and that makes it fit perfectly with my life.'
Arnaud smiled, his eyes half lidded and sat down next to Darien. He massaged Darien shoulders feeling the tight muscles under his fingers. "You should learn to relax, Darien," he leaned close and blew a warm breath into Darien's ear.
Darien jumped. "Ha. Easy for you to say," he muttered, blowing his breath out as Arnaud's hands hit a knot in his back. "My life, pal, is nothing but trouble."
And despite his will not to relax, Darien was. His barriers were falling despite anything he tried and butterflies were jumping expectantly in the pit of his stomach.
"I do understand about having a troubled life. You have no idea the things I've endured," Arnaud frowned to himself. He finally worked through the last knot in Darien's upper back and moved his hands lower. Arnaud let out a sigh as he continued the massage.
Darien snorted, derisively. "Heh. At least you don't have to get needles stuck in ya all the time. I could really really do without the quicksilver madness. Thank you so much for adding it to the little package deal i got when they put that damn gland in me."
He winced as Arnaud's hands crawled onto another incredibly stiff muscle. "I have no social life. None at all. I have no friends anymore. God, what a friggin' crappy job."
Darien sighed. "And griping about it won't do a god-damned thing." He smiled wryly. "It just puts me in a worse mood than ever."
Arnaud sighed again. "Yes, well I have been trying to develop a new form of counteragent. One that would last longer and hopefully keep you from building a tolerance, but I don't think your Keeper trusts me very much. Hence why I havn't contacted her," Arnaud pressed down lightly on the last knot and worked through it quickly. "But I'd rather not think about her right now."
Darien sighed with pleasure before he caught himself. It had been way too long since he'd had a good massage. And hell was Arnaud a good massuer.
"What would you rather think about?" he muttered, battling with his relaxed muscles and state of mind to keep his eyes open. "Monopoly?"
Arnaud laughed softly. "I figured that would be obvious by now monsieur," he leaned and kissed the back of Darien's neck as his fingers brushed down Darien's sides lightly.
Darien shivered and bit his lip. "Ohh," he said softly, and his barriers melted completely away...and they took his scruples and conscience with them.
The thing was, Darien wasn't quite sure he minded that stuff melting away.
Arnaud rolled Darien over onto his back and kissed him again. His hands cupped firmly under Darien's ass as he thrust his tongue into Darien's mouth. He felt his own arousal growing stronger through every passing moment.
Darien moaned under Arnaud's mouth, enjoying the lack of scruples his mind had just now...
...and the door to the white room creaked open. "Monsieur! Monsieur! Come quickly!" It was the eager voice of one of Arnaud's young team of scientists, excited over some new find. "The virus! We've found....come quickly!"
Arnaud released Darien gently and glared at the man who had just walked in.
The young scientist suddenly felt he had reason to fear for his own life.
He turned back to Darien and sighed. "I will be back later," and he followed the other man out and closed the door.
Darien blinked as his scruples seemed to come flooding right back to him and he realized what he had been doing. It wasn't that which seemed to bother his mind, though...it was the fact that he'd been left so unsatisfied. He groaned again and rolled over onto his stomach and tried to fall asleep.
Arnaud went into the lab with the scientist. "So, what was so important?" Arnaud growled in a low tone.
"We...we..." the young man stuttered noting the nasty look on Arnaud's face.
"Get on with it already," Arnaud practically shouted.
"Um, we...thinkwefoundacuretothevirussir," the young man said as fast as he could, looking at his feet and clasping his sweaty hands nervously. "Um, we think."
A smile spread across Arnaud's face. "Excellent."
---
He was even beginning to forget his name. Name? Had he ever had one or had he always been trapped in his frozen paradise of serenity?
He turned lazy eyes on a pristine single white rose, the only companion he had, and reached out to touch it with wispy hands. The petals, which he'd expected to be warm and soft (they always had!), were hard and unwelcoming as someone's eyes. Whose eyes? He snatched at the flower and clenched his ethereal fist around it.
With a satisfying crunch and tinkle, it broke. He watched as the shards fell like small bells to the ground.
Whose eyes? A woman. A name, but no face beside those eyes. Hard eyes. Alex Monroe. Who was she?
The memory, like a fragile, fleeting butterfly, slipped between his misty fingers, and he sat slowly and began to cry frozen tears that scattered around him like the petals of the icy rose.
TBC...
Fanfic by: NekoSama (aka Chris) and LucieSama
Email: nekosama@ix.netcom.com and SnickerzBunny@aol.com
Catagory:Angst
Rating: R for violence and sexual content (some mild slash)
Spoilers: Johnny Apocalypse
Summary: Arnaud steals Adam and captures Darien
Standard disclaimer: The Invisible Man and all the characters are not ours and are used without permission. We are not getting paid for this.
A/N: This story is written on the basis that 'Money for Nothing' parts 1 and 2 never happened.
Arnaud skimmed through the files he'd gotten from the Russian spies. He found the notes pertaining to an expieriment on a baby.
Arnaud smiled as he continued reading. "This could be very useful to me. VERY useful!"
---
Adam Reese drifted through a world of foggy floating colors and light. He could vaguely remember a time before the cold and sleep but the memories eluded his grasp. He wondered when he would awake from his living dream but let that thought go and just drifted...
---
Arnaud tapped into the Agency's system trying to locate where the boy had been taken. He cursed to himself when he couldn't get the information. There was only a notation about a secret lab, but no place had been named.
Arnaud did see that the cryo pod they had the boy in was from Chrysalis, however. "I wonder if they have a homing beacon on the pod?" Arnaud mused.
He smiled at that thought. A homing beacon signal would lead him right to the boy. Now he just had to find out if there was a beacon AND what frequency it was on.
---
Adam caught a memory, briefly, and held to it tightly. A face--but no name. He gave a mental sigh and let it go, watched it flit off into the icy embrace of his home.
---
Arnaud was able to find a Chrysalis agent who was willing to sell information.
"A million dollars?" Arnaud growled at the man.
"Hey, by doing this I am basically putting a price on my head. I need to be able to disappear," he replied.
"Of course," Arnaud sighed. He gave the man an address and told him to meet hime there in an hour.
They met in a small warehouse. "Where's the money?"
"Right here," and Arnaud held up a briefcase.
The man relaxed a little and traded Arnaud a disk for the briefcase.
"Sit down," Arnaud ordered.
"What for?"
"I need to make sure this is the information I requested," Arnaud said as he pulled out a gun training it on the man's head.
The man sat down and watched as Arnaud put the disk into his laptop.
Arnaud scrolled through the files on the cryo pods and then the information on Adam Reese. He grinned and closed his laptop. "Thank you." Arnaud stood and shot the man in the head, watching it explode with amusement. "Now you don't have to worry about the price on your head."
He picked up his laptop and the briefcase and went out to his car.
---
"Hey buddy," Darien Fawkes said, taking a seat on the bench near the frozen cryopod which looked far too much like a coffin to him, "how's it goin'? I'm sorry I haven't visited much but, ya know, job and all." He paused and patted the top of the cryopod. "So, I was thinking, I mean..."
He paused and blew his breath out with a hissing sound. "Man Adam, I don't know when we're gonna get you out of there. Keeper's been working on it but she doesn't seem to optimistic, and I... well, I just don't know, buddy...just don't know much anymore."
Darien sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "I should get going pretty soon actually. They don't like it when I come here." He stopped speaking abruptly and looked around. "Shit. I heard a door..."
Arnaud was shocked to see Darien sitting on a chair next to the pod, but he was glad that he'd had the foresight to bring his tranquelizer gun. He had needed to keep at least on of the techs alive to get access to the inner levels. Now he had a double prize.
"Hello, Fawkes. Nice to see you," he said in a sweet tone.
Darien's head snapped up. "Arnaud--what the fuck?!" Adrenaline surged through his body and he quicksilvered. "Okay," he said icily, "what the hell are you doing here, Arnaud?"
Arnaud put his sunglasses on as he chuckled to himself. For some reason he seemed to carry them with him everywhere. "I'd love to chat, but I'm in a bit of a hurry right now," he replied. He shot a dart into Darien and waited for it to take effect.
Darien opened his mouth to say something but toppled over and flaked as he lost control of the quicksilver. The last thing he saw was Arnaud's smiling face standing over him, and then his mind drifted into fuzzy blankness...
"The pod is ready for tranfer," Arnaud said into the walkie-talkie. "and I have and extra passanger as well." Arnaud glanced at Darien's form beneath him. After all this time he finally had Darien Fawkes, and he had such plans for both Fawkes and the boy.
---
Darien cracked his eyes open and was met with blinding white brightness. He moaned and tried to reach up to cover his eyes...but couldn't. Realization hit him and his eyes snapped open. A padded room. And a straitjacket.
"DAMMIT!" he bellowed, struggling to sit upright, "ARNAUD! LET ME OUT!"
Arnaud laughed as he watched Darien struggling in the jacket. He had his scientists working with a blood sample that he'd taken from the lab. He wanted to have the cure ready just in case.
He knew that he had some time though, so he decided to have a little fun. He opened the door to the padded room and went inside. He aimed his gun at Darien and leaned back against the door. "Good morning, Fawkes. I hope you slept well."
"Fuck you too," Darien snarled, not facing Arnaud. "What the hell do you want with me? Never mind, I know. You wanna rip the goddamned gland out of my head." He gave a sickly smile. "I hope you have fun."
"Actually, I don't want the gland. At least not at the moment. I have 'other' plans for you," and he stepped a little closer to Darien, his eyes roaming up and down his body.
Darien exhaled in slight relief...and then he looked over and saw the unmistakably predatorial look in Arnaud's eyes. "What the hell do you mean, 'other' plans? I don't like the sound of that."
He turned away again and laughed quietly to himself. "It's a good thing you have counteragent, huh?" he let the quicksilver slide up his body like a trail of icy ants. "Cause you're sure as hell gonna need it. If I wasn't in this straitjacket..."
Arnaud rolled his eyes and put his sunglasses on. "Yes, yes, I know. Really monsieur, I'm sure you and I can think of something other than trying to kill each other all of the time," Arnaud sighed taking another step closer to Darien.
"Yeah," Darien spat, "like playing Monopoly. Sure. Just as long as I get the dog." He laughed, bitterly, and looked back over at Arnaud, who was looking at him with his arms folded over his chest and those damn sunglasses on.
"Okay, okay, I give up. What are you thinking of here? I suck at chess, by the way, so if it's chess then you should reconsider. I have read some Shakespeare and I'd just be perfectly happy to discuss the Bard with you." Darien's voice dripped sarcasm but he kept his face straight. "Or would you rather--"
Arnaud grabbed Darien and kissed him ignoring the cold from the quicksilver coating. The interior of Darien's mouth was warm and very pleasant. He pushed his tongue inside, since Darien's shock had frozen him in place.
When Darien recovered from his initial shock and realized that yes Arnaud was kissing him, his immediate reaction was to writhe and try to throw Arnaud off.
'This isn't RIGHT!' his mind screamed at him in hysteria, and he tended to agree. 'It's not RIGHT and it's not going to CONTINUE!' He didn't realize that his quicksilver had flaked off, because his eyes were squeezed shut in denial.
Arnaud kept a firm grip on Darien as he continued to kiss him. 'He doesn't realize that fighting me will not make me want him any less,' he thought. 'in fact it makes the challenge of having him even more of a thrill.' Arnaud released Darien after another moment and stepped away smiling triumphantly.
Darien blinked. And blinked again. And blinked yet again. His mouth worked but no sounds came out. Finally, he managed to get out in a rather choked voice, "What was that about?"
He turned his eyes upwards to look at Arnaud but found he couldn't for very long and settled for looking at the blank, monotonous white floor.
"You wanted to know what my plans for you were so I just gave you a small taste, or rather took a small taste," he purred.
"Okay, wake me up please, someone," Darien said weakly, flopping over till he was face-down on the stark white bed.
He had the sudden urge to cry, or to laugh, and couldn't decide which to do, so he did neither. 'This is so screwed up,' he thought, and then with a sense of irony, 'and that makes it fit perfectly with my life.'
Arnaud smiled, his eyes half lidded and sat down next to Darien. He massaged Darien shoulders feeling the tight muscles under his fingers. "You should learn to relax, Darien," he leaned close and blew a warm breath into Darien's ear.
Darien jumped. "Ha. Easy for you to say," he muttered, blowing his breath out as Arnaud's hands hit a knot in his back. "My life, pal, is nothing but trouble."
And despite his will not to relax, Darien was. His barriers were falling despite anything he tried and butterflies were jumping expectantly in the pit of his stomach.
"I do understand about having a troubled life. You have no idea the things I've endured," Arnaud frowned to himself. He finally worked through the last knot in Darien's upper back and moved his hands lower. Arnaud let out a sigh as he continued the massage.
Darien snorted, derisively. "Heh. At least you don't have to get needles stuck in ya all the time. I could really really do without the quicksilver madness. Thank you so much for adding it to the little package deal i got when they put that damn gland in me."
He winced as Arnaud's hands crawled onto another incredibly stiff muscle. "I have no social life. None at all. I have no friends anymore. God, what a friggin' crappy job."
Darien sighed. "And griping about it won't do a god-damned thing." He smiled wryly. "It just puts me in a worse mood than ever."
Arnaud sighed again. "Yes, well I have been trying to develop a new form of counteragent. One that would last longer and hopefully keep you from building a tolerance, but I don't think your Keeper trusts me very much. Hence why I havn't contacted her," Arnaud pressed down lightly on the last knot and worked through it quickly. "But I'd rather not think about her right now."
Darien sighed with pleasure before he caught himself. It had been way too long since he'd had a good massage. And hell was Arnaud a good massuer.
"What would you rather think about?" he muttered, battling with his relaxed muscles and state of mind to keep his eyes open. "Monopoly?"
Arnaud laughed softly. "I figured that would be obvious by now monsieur," he leaned and kissed the back of Darien's neck as his fingers brushed down Darien's sides lightly.
Darien shivered and bit his lip. "Ohh," he said softly, and his barriers melted completely away...and they took his scruples and conscience with them.
The thing was, Darien wasn't quite sure he minded that stuff melting away.
Arnaud rolled Darien over onto his back and kissed him again. His hands cupped firmly under Darien's ass as he thrust his tongue into Darien's mouth. He felt his own arousal growing stronger through every passing moment.
Darien moaned under Arnaud's mouth, enjoying the lack of scruples his mind had just now...
...and the door to the white room creaked open. "Monsieur! Monsieur! Come quickly!" It was the eager voice of one of Arnaud's young team of scientists, excited over some new find. "The virus! We've found....come quickly!"
Arnaud released Darien gently and glared at the man who had just walked in.
The young scientist suddenly felt he had reason to fear for his own life.
He turned back to Darien and sighed. "I will be back later," and he followed the other man out and closed the door.
Darien blinked as his scruples seemed to come flooding right back to him and he realized what he had been doing. It wasn't that which seemed to bother his mind, though...it was the fact that he'd been left so unsatisfied. He groaned again and rolled over onto his stomach and tried to fall asleep.
Arnaud went into the lab with the scientist. "So, what was so important?" Arnaud growled in a low tone.
"We...we..." the young man stuttered noting the nasty look on Arnaud's face.
"Get on with it already," Arnaud practically shouted.
"Um, we...thinkwefoundacuretothevirussir," the young man said as fast as he could, looking at his feet and clasping his sweaty hands nervously. "Um, we think."
A smile spread across Arnaud's face. "Excellent."
---
He was even beginning to forget his name. Name? Had he ever had one or had he always been trapped in his frozen paradise of serenity?
He turned lazy eyes on a pristine single white rose, the only companion he had, and reached out to touch it with wispy hands. The petals, which he'd expected to be warm and soft (they always had!), were hard and unwelcoming as someone's eyes. Whose eyes? He snatched at the flower and clenched his ethereal fist around it.
With a satisfying crunch and tinkle, it broke. He watched as the shards fell like small bells to the ground.
Whose eyes? A woman. A name, but no face beside those eyes. Hard eyes. Alex Monroe. Who was she?
The memory, like a fragile, fleeting butterfly, slipped between his misty fingers, and he sat slowly and began to cry frozen tears that scattered around him like the petals of the icy rose.
TBC...