Stuff: Ok, well, I'm back! After 2 weeks, I have finally found the time to finish off this chapter and placing it online. I know I sorta left on a sad note because I killed off Jason Reilly (maybe some of you guys may have liked him...if you did, tell me) but trust me, you are going to LOVE this chapter. Its got a few 'Oh really!?' moments in it as well as a 'WTF...I knew something like that was going to happen, but seriously WTF!' bit...although, please don't swear and just enjoy my work. So, on with the show and read below (I wasn't meant to rhyme that, sorry)
A searing pain like none that she had ever felt before ripped through Rebecca's body as the antidote did what it was designed to do and flush her system clean from the grotesque virus that spread through it. Her head felt so light that she didn't think she could keep up with the whirlpool that had sprung into her head, so she closed her eyes to block out anymore images that could feed her oncoming migraine and collapsed off her chair. "Well, I expected that." She heard Walter remark care freely to his son and the agent that was constantly with them about her side effect.
Peter quickly grabbed Rebecca's falling frame and grunted under her immediate weight; not that she was heavy, he just wasn't expecting her to fall so suddenly and unexpectedly that he didn't have the time to build up his muscles. "Walter, if you knew she was going to fall, why didn't you just put her on the desk over there?" Peter asked irritated.
Walter gave no answer and simply walked over to Jason's body with a new bigger needle upright in his right hand, ready to siphon out some of the man's body. He truly looked like a mad professor ready to inject one of his experiments with a gene that would either enhance or defect it, albeit without the maniacal smile and gleaming eyes. He sucked out a portion of the dead man's body before placing the needle on the bench behind him. He stood to retrieve a small container and new scalpel from further down the silver table to scoop up some of the ash that surrounded Reilly's body; the remnants of his disease. "It's interesting." Walter muttered.
From the other side of the mini lab where Olivia and Peter were placing Rebecca gently atop the bench opposite Vipor, Peter heard his father's muttering and replied with a groaned, "What's interesting, Walter?"
"Oh, just that his infection seemed to float away and drop off…"
Before Walter could continue, Peter had to correct him. "You mean 'Drop off and float away', don't you?"
"Yes, yes, of course." The aged professor turned quickly and scuttled over to his microscope and tools. His withdrew a small glass pane and placed a few droplets of Reilly's blood on it before placing under the scope and looking at it more closely. "If you don't mind me, I'm just going to look at this."
"No kidding?" Peter remarked sarcastically under his breath. Meanwhile, Olivia had moved over to sit beside Allan and watched how his healing process was going. After about 10mins of just looking at the sleeping man's face, Olivia grew bored and decided to head back over to headquarters and report to her superior. Peter watched her leave, his eyes almost begging that she don't leave him alone with his father.
Thinking back on the case he was investigating, something simply didn't add up. Peter walked over to one of the lab's computers and hacked into the FBI files to look up Jason Reilly's profile. He knew something was not right about the deranged man's biography but could quite put his finger on it. Then, his answer stared him in the face on the monitor's screen.
Name:Jason Reilly
POB:Cheapside, City of London, Britain
DOB:15/04/1970
Occupation:Employee of Widmore Security. 1989-91
Genetic Researcher for Living Rock Aviary. 1993-95
Currently unemployed. 2007-
"Something's missing." Peter mumbled. He whipped out his phone from his pocket to contact Olivia to tell her about his new revelation.
"Dunham." The greeting sounded kind of rushed and static like, but Peter concluded that it was because she was in her car and had him on Bluetooth.
"Agent Dunham, how long have you studied this Reilly guy's biography for?"
"I've looked at it a couple of times to look up addresses and phone numbers." Olivia furrowed her brows, wondering what Peter's point was. "Why?"
"I'm just looking at it now and I didn't see this before but I found something that you might find interesting." Peter heard the agent's inquisitive voice urge him to tell her more, so he did. "Have you noticed that there is a whole twelve years missing from Jason's page? It says he's worked for Widmore Securities in '89 and Living Rock Aviary in '93 but then it skips '07 and shows that he is unemployed. Where do you think he was during time in between then?"
Olivia huffed deeply in frustration but became angry as she thought about the one place that could take someone off the grid for so long and not allow that person to be detected until they felt like it. Gritting her teeth together, Olivia replied, "Massive Dynamic." Peter nodded into the phone. "How could I not notice it?" Olivia cursed herself for not noticing the obvious glitch sooner.
"Don't worry. All you have to do is show your boss guy, go to massive dynamic and go through their files." To Olivia, Peter sounded very calm; he sounded like he already went into Massive Dynamics file and hacked their system.
"You haven't done anything yet, have you?"
"Me? No." Peter forced a laugh and bade her goodbye when he heard someone grunt behind him. "I call you later." He clapped his phone shut and turned to see who made a noise. It was Walter; he was calmly eating a sandwich over by his microscope whilst he stared into it. What made the noise was Allan Vipor sitting up during his healing process and attempt to stand. "Hey!"
Vipor whipped his head around towards the person calling out to him. It was Peter. "Where's Jason?" He croaked. He looked at his hand as a wisp of steam blew in front of his vision and glared shockingly at what was happening to him. Small silvery scars marked his arm and shoulder. "What did you do to me?" He didn't sounded angry, but his forcefulness of ripping his shirt open showed otherwise. The scales that once took over his once pale body were replaced with thick white scratches and dimples. "What happened to me?!"
Peter walked over to the frantic man and attempted to calm him by placing his hand on his shoulder. "Walter over there," He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at the strange professor behind him, "found a cure for your disease. We gave you the vaccine and…"
Vipor frowned. "My disease? This isn't my disease. It's Jason's and his stupid birds." The once suited man remained calm during his retort. "Where is Jason?" Peter looked down at the floor to indicate where the deranged man laid. Allan followed his gaze and opened his mouth. Vipor flopped ungraciously onto the floor beside his fallen and placed his hands on Allan's exposed flawless chest. "Jason? Jason? Jason!" A single tear betrayed Allan's constant happy yet stoic face and rolled down his cheek. "What happened?" His voice didn't even crack, yet his eyes remained watery from unshed tears.
"He killed himself." Peter said stubbornly. He was never good at sympathy. "He thought that if he died, then he would be saving you and Rebecca, but we had enough for him too. He stabbed himself in the arm and heart after claiming he couldn't be saved."
"You idiot." Peter stared bewildered as Vipor muttered softly to his friend. "It was your fault anyway. You were the one who wanted the cure so you could get rid of your disease by yourself, yet when someone else found the cure, you didn't want it. You are such a fool." Vipor stood up and turned slowly to Peter. "He hacked the system, you know."
Wondering why Vipor wasn't fazed at the lack of stab wounds on Reilly's body, or why he wasn't overly upset over the death, Peter let his thoughts slide for the moment, keen to gather new information. "What?"
"I heard your conversation with that lady, Miss Dunham. You're absolutely right." Peter cocked an eyebrow, urging Allan to continue. "He was involved with Massive Dynamic, but it won't do you any use going to Nina. She'll just waste your time."
"So who do you suggest we go to? And please, spare us the pain, and don't say William Bell."
Vipor looked daftly at Peter and remarked sarcastically. "Yeah, William Bell. No, he is not the one you have to see." Vipor said the next part with a completely straight face, serious about what he was saying. "You have to see Mark Young."
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Also, FRINGE IS BACK ON TV!!!! WOOOOOOOOO!! I have missed 2 episodes though but yeah, it's very good! If you don't who Mark Young is...then you don't pay attention. Nah, just kidding. I'll tell who he is later, unless you ask me.
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