The Curse of Inner Desires – Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I don't own fringe or any characters associated with it. Just having fun using my imagination.

The italics in the story represent a character's inner thoughts. It is rated Mature for sexual content.

Suburb of Port Chester

"What are you going to do to me? I know I wasn't a perfect father but I tried the best I could," he said tied to a chair in his living room.

"You tried the best that you could," she said as her anger continued to build, "My entire childhood you called me stupid and told me I wouldn't amount to anything while smacking me around for fun when you were drunk. But I still loved you; after all you are my father. Then you abandoned us. Mom started using drugs to hide her humiliation of becoming a prostitute to support us."

"I am so sorry' he said with mixed emotions of guilt and sympathy, "I didn't know."

"It is too late for that," she said pulling out a syringe, "I will show you."

"What are you doing," he said getting even more scared.

"You see this liquid; it is filled with microscopic machines that I created myself. They are my life's accomplishments. They are my children. You should be proud of me. They float in the body's blood creating havoc as they feed, grow, and multiply." Haven said with a motherly pride in her voice.

"Listen, I can't change the past but if you let me go I will make it up to you," her father pleaded.

"It is too late dad," Haven responded, "the time for talk is over."

Over the course of half an hour she watched her children slowly feed on her father causing her anger to dissipate leaving a feeling of relief that it is over. She was finally able to show him that his little girl accomplished something. He now knew what his little girl accomplished with her life even through it killed him. It was finally time to sleep.

There wasn't much traffic on the roads but it was still too much. They couldn't get to their destination fast enough and Peter could tell that Olivia was getting more annoyed by the minute. Who knows what was going on in that house, Agent Dunham finally arrived on the scene, a small house with a metal fence on a corner lot surrounded by police.

"What do we have?" Agent Dunham asked the officer doing crowd control.

Just then male voice came from beside her, she noticed his uniform read Captain Gerald, "Are you the feds?"

"I am agent Dunham" she responded, "What do we have?"

"There is a female suspect in the house with a male, presumably the owner Michael Hughes," the captain answered pointing toward a far building, "we have a sniper ready to take the shot upon my order ."

"We need to try to get her alive," Agent Dunham responded.

"Listen, If I think that anyone is in danger I will order him to do his job" Captain Gerald responded.

"Anything else I need to know?" Agent Dunham said realizing that getting into a pissing match with him would do no good, even though she would win.

"As of right now, there haven't been any demands. We have tapped into the phone lines but she hasn't responded to us," Captain Gerald elaborated.

"I don't think she will; she just doesn't care. This is the last stop on her trip," Agent Dunham said picking up the phone only to have Peter stop her.

"Let me… I know what she is going through" Olivia nodded knowing that he was right.

"Haven, I know you are in there. My name is Peter. I would like to talk to you." Peter yelled at the home, "You are not alone. I understand what you are going through."

"How can you understand me?" Haven screamed.

"Pick up the phone and let me explain, please" Peter yelled picking up the phone.

Ring, ring, ring…Nothing. Ring, ring, ring… Then a female voice answered that reminded him of a lost child, "You don't know anything about me" she said getting angry.

"Growing up I was also a genius. I know the unfair pressure to be perfect; however, unlike you I wasted my intelligence. You should be proud, you created something that no one else could," Peter said listening to the heavy breathing on the other line, "I know your father was abusive. It is not fair having a father who you despise. My father did science experiments on me throughout my childhood and then was sent to an insane asylum after my mother died. I understand the hate and anger. But killing him is not going to help."

Finally Haven broke her silence, "I am so tired…"

"Just come out and nothing will happen to you," Peter responded.

"I am so tired… It is finally time to rest" Haven said opening the door with a gun.

"No, Haven put the gun down," Peter screamed as she lifted the gun toward the officers causing them to shoot. Multiple shots hit her body dropping her to the ground. They ran up to her body to feel for a pulse but she was gone. Agent Dunham ran into the home to check on her father and exited just as fast, "He's dead."

"She didn't want to survive. Suicide by cop," Peter said looking at her lying there. All of a sudden her hair and skin started to lose its colors fading to grey. Her eyes looking up into the sky empty of life.

"She infected herself with those critters," Peter said to himself, "at least Walter won't be completely disappointment." He noticed that Olivia knew what he meant as she talked on her cell phone.

"It is over. Let's head home. Broyles is sending the team to pick up the bodies," Olivia stated walking toward the car.

"We have to make a pit stop on the way," Peter said noticing Olivia's 'what are you up to' look, "I need to get some salt water taffy for Walter, of course."

"Of Course," Olivia responded getting into the car.

Small town in Maryland

Mrs. Wilkins sat in her flea ridden hotel room watching an old television with snow scattered across the screen. She thought about leaving but didn't know where to go. Getting up to hit the side of the damn television she heard a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she slowly walked over and cautiously opened the door. "Ma'am, Agent Dunham sent me. Can I please come in," the individual quietly said showing her his US Marshall badge reading Agent Wong. Walking into the room they sat at the same lopsided table, "Ma'am our department has agreed to place you in the witness protection program. You will be given a new name and life all you have to do is follow me."

She started to cry tears of joy with her head in her hands leaning on the table, "God Bless You."

Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder and getting up from the table, "we have to go. I am sorry but we can't have you bringing anything with you from your former life."

"That's Ok. There is nothing I want to remember," Mrs. Wilkins responded following him out the door and into a new life.