Chapter 28 : Stuck -
DISCLAMER, i do not own Beauty and the Beast of course, this is just a work of fiction based on the characters and the show.
A/N : Ok … So I'm pretty sure you guys worry about poor Vincent, let's see how that day went from his point of view shall we ? (… well … still gonna torture you a bit before getting to the point LOL I'm horrible … see that's why some call me the Evil Queen on tumblr !) Anyway, let's go back in time the morning before Muirfield showed up ! We're on for a shorter chapter though … and sorry for the delay, I hope you guys are still with me !
Previously in ATW : A mysterious red-haired lady was hired by Muirfield to capture Vincent. Apparently she had managed to get his location for them … an agent of her, a lady-agent, pinned a tracking device on his coat ! Then 30 men arrived to attack the warehouse when V was there alone ! So what the hell happened ? Let's go back a bit in time and …
Waking up that morning Vincent realised that JT had already gone to work. He had the whole place to himself and plenty of time on his hands ! He took a quick shower and then had his breakfast alone in the soundless warehouse.
The previous night he had stayed in with JT watching some game on TV, he had not really paid that much attention. Catherine told him she would have some sushi take-out with her little sister and probably talked about him and their relationship, trying her best to convince Heather of how amazing of a boyfriend he was. They needed to catch up a bit together, so Vincent had let Catherine some space.
But today he was hoping he would get to see her, and maybe have some nice dinner and more with the woman he loved.
Sad thing was, Catherine had a job and she was busy all day, while he was stuck in that dusty warehouse by himself. And it was indeed dusty. And that day he was so bored that he decided to clean it all. The place was really a mess and he hoped that it would help distract him a bit.
It took him hours but he cleaned and tidy everything and as he was done he stood proudly observing the result of his effort, hands on his hips. His hands and his clothes were dirty, but the warehouse looked a bit more welcoming, it would be perfect for tonight when Catherine would come, because he knew she would come.
Another shower was needed. After this and his quick lunch he thought he would just lie down and read a book but someone had a different plan for him, he just didn't know it yet.
He sat on the couch, the book in his hands but by the time he was all comfy he heard some noises coming from downstairs. That didn't worry him much, he thought about rats at first but still he listened carefully and that's when he heard something that sounded like steps and it was coming from underground, and it got quickly worse when he recognized the sound of an helicopter hovering the warehouse, then more.
He had been ready for that day for ten years, he went on auto pilot mode, not thinking just acting, he had to be fast and effficient if he wanted to escape whoever it was. It could be a false alert, but helicopters in this area was highly suspicious and surely wasn't good news.
Running to JT's room he pushed a few buttons that deleted all datas from all computers in the warehouse, this would take a few minutes to be complete, JT had design this security element so as to save the most important datas to his work computer and delete everything in the warehouse to avoid it falling into wrong hands.
The next step was to grab the emergency backpack with everything personal he and JT had. He then took some fuel and spread it all over the place, moving as fast as his altered DNA allowed him. He wanted to set the place on fire, to erase any trace of them in there, but he heard some feet falling heavily on the roof and just ran toward their emergency exit that would allow him to run by the tunnels.
Before landing in there he got a matchlit out of his bag, lit it and threw it randomly inside the warehouse to set fire to the place full of gas. He closed the door behind him quickly to avoid being burned as the inside of the place was exploding.
A decade, he had lived there almost a decade and soon there would be no trace of it. Here was his curse, he didn't exist, he couldn't exist, there would be no evidence he ever was there. But now was not the time to worry about that.
Once in the tunnels beneath the warehouse he did not even have time to get far before finding himself around four men. Two in front, and two on his right, a bit further away. They held their weapons aiming at him, all of them expect one who talked to his wrist probably to call some more. The panic made the beast burst out in only a fraction of second, yet for Vincent it felt so long, so long to run to the two men in front of him and grab them by the neck, squeezing the life out of them, breaking their necks in the process under his clawed hands. He turned around in one quick motion and found 6 more men in front of him. One of them had indeed call for help and four men were running in his direction. But they were still quite far. Vincent had enough time to get to the 2 closest and rip them appart before the other 4 could stop running and pull out their tranq guns. He then ran to them head down and just when he was close enough, using his claws, he ripped them all in small pieces. He was moving so fast it was hard for any of his attackers to aim at him.
All of this had only taken a few seconds, the agents had not seen it coming. Yet one of them, as he was bleeding to death had managed to reach him with his tranq gun.
It had taken Vincent by surprised, but still fully beast, all his reflexes on alert, he had ripped the dart from his arm almost immediatly. Still, it was too late : he could already feel the effects of the tranquilizer.
He grabbed his bag that had fallen during the fight and tried his best to get away from the dead bodies. His moves became difficult, he had to think fast.
The first thing that came in mind was to hide and hope that no other agent would find him because this time he wouldn't be able to do much.
It was getting even more difficult to walk and under the effect of the tranq he tipped and fell just when another pair of agents found his location. His phone started to ring in his pocket and as he fell he heard a voice coming from the phone.
In the Muirfield building Evan was still waiting in the white room. It had already been almost an hour since he had arrived and still no one had shown to talk to him. He couldn't take it anylonger. His mind was racing, he wondered if this was just a way to have him far when they'd get to Catherine, had they realised she knew the beast ? Had they realised he had try to trick them with fake information ? He did not know what to think, and it had become a natural state for him to immediately worry and imagine the worse had happened to Cat. And there was nothing he could do. Calling to check on her would be suspicious, so he just stood and paced the floor nervously.
At some point he heard the sound of heels hitting the cold floor of the corridor. This must be the young receptionist, that's what he thought, more what he hoped. Evan held his breath and when he saw her blond hair as she entered the room he finally breathed again.
"What's going on ?" he asked trying his best to hide the panic in his voice.
"There was some … There is a delay, you might have to wait a little longer than expected. Would you like another coffee ?"
"Not a good idea" he said turning his back to her.
"Maybe an herb tea then ? I have some" she offered. Seeing how tense he was she almost felt bad. "You have nothing to worry about. You are here because they wanted to introduced you to someone that would help go further in your researchs." she said.
He turned around confused, he though she was not supposed to know anything. "What ?" was all he managed to let out.
"Since you were wondering, I … I asked … I don't know what you are working on exactly, but … I told them given you were waiting here for a while that you were a little worried something was wrong and they just told me that" her voice was so calm, sweet, reassuring. She sounded so innocent it almost saddened Evan. How could such a sweet young woman be working for such an horrible organisation ?
"I hope I didn't get you in trouble making you ask that" he said.
"No, it's ok. Don't worry. So how about that herb tea ?" she asked again. Still that smile, her beautiful and thin pink lips curling up as if to try to comfort him.
"That would be nice" he answered looking down. He was tired and stressed. "You could come drink it at my desk, we are both alone and bored right now, that would be nice to wait together" she offered almost shyly.
He looked up at her with a sad smile, her eyes reminded him of Catherine's mostly because of their color and the kindness he could read in them. Nodding he simply stood from the chair and followed her.
Leaving everything on the table he left as she was leading the way.
Catherine was driving, she was on her way to the warehouse, they had closed a case and she had managed to get a break and was heading to see her boyfriend, the word still sounded weird to her mind, but the nice kind of weird. She could not stop thinking about him, he was haunting her thoughts and making it hard to focus on work, so the moment she had had an opportunity she had jumped in her car to go to his arms.
As she was almost at her destination she saw the smoke, coming from the roof of the warehouse, she panicked and grabbed her phone to call Vincent. It rang a few times but it seemed an eternity for her, finally he picked up.
"Vincent, what's going on ? Where are you ?" she almost yelled her voice shaking.
On the other end of the line she heard grunts and a snarl then something that sounded like a man screaming.
"VINCENT ! " she yelled even louder while she accelerated.
She parcked the car as fast as she could, somewhere it wouldn't be seen and started to run when finally she heard his voice on the phone, almost out of breath : "I'm here, I'm … in the tunels underneath. I …"
He took a deep breath and with the back of his hand stroke his eyelid a bit trying his best to fight against the tranquillizer in his veins. It was almost a miracle but he managed to tell her where he was : "I told you once about an entrance, remember ?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, Yes" she answered. Indeed JT had insisted they would tell her about that emergency exit, but that was months ago.
On the phone his voice was distorted, he was probably inbetween, not fully beast but not fully back to human. Catherine was in panic but she manage to keep calm enough and grabbed her gun while running toward the entrace to the tunnels Vincent had indicated. She was fast yet careful not to be seen or followed.
In her head she was praying he would still be there, and alive when she'd get there.
AN : sorry ... You still don't really know much about Vincent's fate … I'm being mean … but see, he took some men down ! That's great right Padyn ?
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