I really love Twilight, and I also love Fringe, so I kind of combined them. Go sci-fi geeks! We're in the same nerd herd!
Eric Yorkie put his stack of papers into a folder, and stuck it into his briefcase.
He adjusted his tie and popped open the first button, clearing his throat.
Alone in the large conference room, he saw a silhouette against the screen, with the projector still on and whirring.
He walked over to the buzzing machine and flipped it off, which in turn dimmed the already dark room.
He wrapped the cord around his hand and tied a rubber band around the wiry mess.
Flutter. Flutter.
The fluttering that Eric heard was growing louder. Was anyone there?
"Uh, hello?" he called out nervously, and his voice cracked.
The fluttering came again.
Swipe.
"Ahh!"
Something slashed his forearm. It stung. He put his finger to the wound, and blood came off onto his hand.
Swipe.
Another cut, this time on his neck.
"Uhh," he grunted as he saw a small butterfly. He held out his hand and it landed lightly on his finger.
Swipe.
He had enough. The butterfly flew away and landed on the table.
He grabbed his folder and rolled it up.
Thwack!
He smacked the folder down onto the table, hard.
The butterfly's wings stopped fluttering. He picked up the inanimate body and put his finger to the wing.
"Ouch!" he yelled as the wing cut his finger.
Two more butterflies began attacking him before disappearing into the vent on the wall.
Eric peered into it.
A swarm of butterflies flew out of the vent and began savagely cutting into Mr. Yorkie's body.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
His agonized screams echoed throughout the empty office floor of Massive Dynamic.
He writhed in pain while running around the room, trying in vain to escape the killer butterflies.
He crashed through the window, the butterflies still attacking him as he soared through the air.
The glass hit the pavement like crystal raindrops before Eric Yorkie's body fell onto a parked car on the sidewalk, and then stilled, to never move again.
"Well, look at these cuts. They are from the glass of the windows that he had fallen through. But these cuts," the wizened doctor indicated, "they aren't. If they were,"
"Then they would have torn through the shirt," the FBI agent assisting him finished.
"Yes, exactly," the doctor said.
"These cuts are from the bone, and they cut through the tissue and tore into the skin."
"How did that happen?"
"I don't know Miss Swan, but that's what we're going to find out."
They were in the laboratory of Dr. Carlisle Cullen, in Harvard.
His son Edward had come to assist him with these supernatural medical cases, with the help of FBI agent Isabella Swan.
"Well, come on," the eccentric Dr. Cullen said, eager to begin the investigation.
"Why don't we do what we did last time? Hook him up to the wires and connect them to me, send those electrical charges and whatever you do and get the answers from the dead guy. Yorkie."
"Talk to the dead? My boy, that's impossible! What world do you live in?" Dr. Cullen said with a chuckle.
"But dad, we did do that, just last week. Don't you remember?"
"Ah, yes, yes, of course. But, as I recall, you kept complaining about being electrocuted."
"A risk I'm willing to take."
"Don't be stupid, Edward. No one is asking you to. We're not going to ask you to risk your life. You don't have to play the brave soldier or martyr. S'not like you'll lose anything though," Bella added with a smirk.
"Shut up. It's not like you have a life either. Nobody's gonna miss you when you're gone." Edward retorted.
"Touché."
"Back to work kids. You can flirt when the work day is finished." Carlisle said with a wink in Edward's direction.
Both Edward and Bella snorted at that.
"Yeah, he wishes he was even close enough to my league to have me flirt with him."
"Well, Miss Swan, why don't you just arrest me if my presence puts such a damper on your day."
"Nah. You bring good food for lunch."
"What? So you're the one who has been stealing my food?"
"Duh. Why do you think I never bring food? You are so blind. I thought you were smart, Mr. Harvard graduate." Bella scoffed.
And off they went to research the crime scene, bickering the whole way.
Once Carlisle was finally alone, he was able to talk to himself freely as he usually did.
"Oh, those two would be perfect for each other. If only they could see. Tsk," he said with a sigh.
So, whata ya'll think 'bout this new story? I want to continue with it.
Fringe is awesome!
I love you Jackson Rathbone!
