9. Bloody Gene Pool
Bloody Gene Pool
James stopped in front of M, "You are Elizabeth's mother?"
M kept a trained eye on her surroundings, "Now is not the time to discuss this subject."
"You slept with the organizer of _The Crew_." James stated.
M started to get a temper again, "I want to focus on the matter at hand, James!"
James nodded as he put down two minions, walking down the hallway, on their way to the bathroom.
"I think it's best if we split up. We will cover more ground." M surveyed the area a little bit more.
James nodded, "I'll take the left side of the building. You tag up the right."
Out of frustration, Elizabeth threw the knife, she was holding, at her father. He dodged it easily and had a brief moment of surprise when Elizabeth charged towards him. Mr. Linderman crouched, anticipating a jump, but Elizabeth changed it up when she slid on the floor and knocked Linderman's legs out from underneath him.
"Son of a " Mr. Linderman seethed as he got back up.
Elizabeth sent a power kick to Mr. Linderman's face and kneed him in the abdominal. Out of breath, Mr. Linderman recovered by catching Elizabeth's foot and flipping her on her back. Elizabeth easily lifted her father over her and sent him flying into his bookshelf.
Mr. Linderman rolled over and was met with his prized, ceramic vase smashing into his torso. Elizabeth started picking up anything in reach and chunked it at her ¬
father. Annoyed, Mr. Linderman caught an airborne lamp and hurled it back at Elizabeth. Dodging out of the way, this distraction allowed Mr. Linderman to charge at his daughter. Grabbing her throat, Mr. Linderman had Elizabeth pinned up against the wall.
"You know how much I hate it when you break my things." Mr. Linderman growled.
Elizabeth was gasping for air, "This is your last chance "
"Or what?" Mr. Linderman scoffed, "Are you going to never talk to me again? Oh please, if there is one thing that I've taught you are that verbal threats never work."
"Then you should be proud of me, father." Elizabeth retorted as she punched her father on the lower stomach area.
Grunting for a second, Elizabeth twisted her father onto the wall and grabbed a book. Chocking him with it, Elizabeth got a few good punches on her father's face before he threw her off. Mr. Linderman picked up a chair and slammed it down on Elizabeth. The sound of crunching came from the chair and Elizabeth's left arm. Realizing that her arm was broken, Elizabeth crawled away, feeling around for anything useful. Under a pile of papers, Elizabeth found the knife she previously threw.
"Look at you, Elizabeth." Mr. Linderman cooed. "You are so pathetic."
Mr. Linderman chocked on his breath for a second when a sharp sensation jolted through his body. Elizabeth had lodge the knife into Mr. Linderman's side and twisted it. Mr. Linderman back handed his daughter and slowly pulled out the knife. Laughing, Mr. Linderman pulled up Elizabeth, using her broken arm. Elizabeth screamed out in agony.
"You're afraid of me, Elizabeth, just like your mother was." Mr. Linderman taunted as he ran the knife over Elizabeth's face.
Mr. Linderman coughed up blood on Elizabeth's blouse and a look of shock. Staggering backwards, Mr. Linderman was clutching his throat and looked towards the doorway. M was standing there, taking deadly aim at Mr. Linderman with her gun.
Mr. Linderman fell to his knees and smiled, "Sweetheart, I knew you would come back to me."
"Go to hell." M stated as she pulled the trigger again.
Mr. Linderman completely fell backwards as blood gushed from between his eyes. Exhausted, Elizabeth slumped down to the floor as she fell into the deeps sleep of being unconscious.
James paced back in forth in the waiting room. The chatter from the waiting room was starting to give him a migraine. Finally, the doctor arrived with a smile on his face.
"She's going to be alright. A few stitches and bandages here and there will help her heal up nice. You can go see her if you two wish."
James didn't even wait for M to respond to the doctor as he flew by them with ease. Walking into the dimly lit room, James could see Elizabeth smile.
"How are you doing?"
Elizabeth slightly shrugged, "I don't know really, but this morphine drip is my new best friend."
The two slightly laughed as M entered. M looked at Elizabeth with loving eyes, "Everything alright?"
"Ya, everything is fine." Elizabeth replied.
M nodded was turned around to leave until Elizabeth spoke up, "Can you do me a favor, mom?"
M let a single tear escape her right eye before turning back around, "Yes my dear?"
"I'm extremely hungry. Do you think you can get me a salad?" Elizabeth pleaded.
M nodded and proceeded out the door.
Despite the bloody confrontation, Elizabeth had a proper funeral held for her father. Frank Peters was put behind bars and the organization was put to an end. However, **Neptunes Fearful Jewel**, when it was found, it was being sold to the Russians. M was absolutely thankful that the weapon didn't make it to Russian hands, but the fact that the money they spent to get it will never come back started to spark some anger.
Elizabeth shook away the feeling of a major conflict. All that mattered was that _The Crew_ was no more.
