Note: This story is being posted all at once 100% finished so that it can be read all the way through and not leave readers upset over the first chapter like someone I know did and they suggested for me to put this note here. So please read the whole thing before writing any reviews. this is a really weird story. it starts off bad but i think its gets better in the second half.
Hell For Hobbes
Part 1: A Bad Day
One day Fawkes went for a walk after work since he had nothing else to do. Suddenly it began to snow. "What the...?" he started to say, considering it was June and 80 degrees outside. Then he realized it was not snow. It looked like snow but it was falling from a cloudless sky, and it burned when it hit his skin.
"Ow!" he said as it hit his hand that he held out, and he watched the flake fall into it. It burnt a mark on his hand instantly. As it began to fall harder, he watched the panicked people around him yelling and running for shelter. No one noticed as he quicksilvered, protecting himself from getting burnt. His cell phone rang. It was Hobbes.
"Fawkes, get back to the agency, pronto!" Bobby said. So Fawkes got there quickly and met Hobbes, Keep, Eberts, and the Official in the lab.
"Fawkes, we have a very very big problem." Eberts started.
"Shut up Eberts" cut in the official, who had a very cold, blank stare on his face. Fawkes got bad vibes from that look. "Basically, Fawkes, we need the gland in order to save the country."
Fawkes stood there confused and kind of scared. "I don't get what you're saying."
"Well Fawkes, there is a country, unknown to the majority of the world, called Eggassole, and this country is very top secret. In fact, only a select few of our US agencies even knows that it exists. It is supposed to be a relatively small island in the Pacific, but the exact location remains unknown. It is a country that almost soley consists of scientists & spies, and it is believed that they are highly advanced in technology, at least one or two decades ahead of the rest of the world that we consider high tech. Unfortunately, the point is, they want the gland or they will melt our country to nothing but dirt with their "hot snow", as they call it. We have an hour to bring the gland itself to a designated location or the deal is off and our country burns to the ground."
"Whoa." Fawkes said. "So, what's the plan?"
The official sighed. "There is nothing we can do besides comply. They know what we are saying and doing, most definitely, right now. If we attempt anything or plan anything they will know. I'm sorry Agent Fawkes, but the only way to save all the people in the US is to give the Eggassoleans, or whatever they call themselves, what they have asked for."
"Eggassoles." Eberts announced. Everyone gave him a funny look. "That's what they call themselves. Eggassoles."
"Uh, ok...lemme get this straight. You are going to take it out? Won't this kill me"
"Yes, it must be removed, and they are requiring all the info we have on it be destroyed as well. However, they have provided a method that will allow it to be removed and keep it alive, as well as keep you alive. Although, you will not be quite the same, I am sorry to tell you." said the Official.
"What's that mean?"
"Well, you will lose all of the memory of everything that has happened in your life since you've had the gland." answered Eberts.
"You mean I'll forget about the agency and everyone here?"
"Um, yes, that is all post-gland installation, isn't it?"
"Shut up Eberts. Yes Fawkes. However, if you wish to remain with the agency, or leave, after the operation, either of those options is possible. Now, we must proceed."
Fawkes didn't like this too much. "There's got to be some way around this, right? Some kind of backup plan? Please tell me there is a plan."
The official looked very uncomfortable. "Fawkes, we have already explained why we can't have a plan. Now let's get this over with before we run out of time. Claire has assured me this method is safe." After they put Fawkes to sleep, the Official looked over at the Keep. "Claire, are you sure that this method will work safely?"
"No, I am not sure at all. You shouldn't have told him that I said it was safe. I do not understand how they figured this operation or even why certain steps in the operation are to take place. They do not give us that information, and we don't have that kind of technology known to us."
Hobbes had remained silent the entire time, and was staring at the floor. Fawkes had been nervous but had known he had no choice. It was either him or the country, and he knew that there was no way he could get out of it. So, he laid down and closed his eyes and allowed Claire to give him the anesthesia. Hobbes and Fawkes had both noticed that she was trembling and teary eyed.
The gland was succesfully removed. However, Darien was still in a coma. Bobby Hobbes was pissed. He couldn't stand what had just happened. His only friend had just been turned into cheese, and the gland was gone. The agency didn't even have the ability to follow or track the Eggassoles. They had tried, of course, but the tracker bugs had failed and the follower agents had vanished without a trace. Dariens surgery had been performed with the highest preciseness possible, and yet he was in a goddam coma. Also, somehow the Eggassoles had known the agency still had information on the gland, so the "hot snow" had kept falling until it had all been 100% destroyed, on both paper and computers. Hobbes was incredibly pissed that Fawkes's coma was probably expected by the Eggassoles so they chose to make up a lie about memory loss. The damn Eggassoles were really pissing him off.
Hobbes stopped pacing and went to check up on Fawkes. Claire was there crying. "Oh god, Bobby, I'm sorry...we lost him."
Hobbes filled with rage. That could not have just happened, he thought. But it did, he knew. He took off down the hall, not able to control his anger and pain, dropping his badge on the agencies floor as he left the building.
Hell For Hobbes
Part 1: A Bad Day
One day Fawkes went for a walk after work since he had nothing else to do. Suddenly it began to snow. "What the...?" he started to say, considering it was June and 80 degrees outside. Then he realized it was not snow. It looked like snow but it was falling from a cloudless sky, and it burned when it hit his skin.
"Ow!" he said as it hit his hand that he held out, and he watched the flake fall into it. It burnt a mark on his hand instantly. As it began to fall harder, he watched the panicked people around him yelling and running for shelter. No one noticed as he quicksilvered, protecting himself from getting burnt. His cell phone rang. It was Hobbes.
"Fawkes, get back to the agency, pronto!" Bobby said. So Fawkes got there quickly and met Hobbes, Keep, Eberts, and the Official in the lab.
"Fawkes, we have a very very big problem." Eberts started.
"Shut up Eberts" cut in the official, who had a very cold, blank stare on his face. Fawkes got bad vibes from that look. "Basically, Fawkes, we need the gland in order to save the country."
Fawkes stood there confused and kind of scared. "I don't get what you're saying."
"Well Fawkes, there is a country, unknown to the majority of the world, called Eggassole, and this country is very top secret. In fact, only a select few of our US agencies even knows that it exists. It is supposed to be a relatively small island in the Pacific, but the exact location remains unknown. It is a country that almost soley consists of scientists & spies, and it is believed that they are highly advanced in technology, at least one or two decades ahead of the rest of the world that we consider high tech. Unfortunately, the point is, they want the gland or they will melt our country to nothing but dirt with their "hot snow", as they call it. We have an hour to bring the gland itself to a designated location or the deal is off and our country burns to the ground."
"Whoa." Fawkes said. "So, what's the plan?"
The official sighed. "There is nothing we can do besides comply. They know what we are saying and doing, most definitely, right now. If we attempt anything or plan anything they will know. I'm sorry Agent Fawkes, but the only way to save all the people in the US is to give the Eggassoleans, or whatever they call themselves, what they have asked for."
"Eggassoles." Eberts announced. Everyone gave him a funny look. "That's what they call themselves. Eggassoles."
"Uh, ok...lemme get this straight. You are going to take it out? Won't this kill me"
"Yes, it must be removed, and they are requiring all the info we have on it be destroyed as well. However, they have provided a method that will allow it to be removed and keep it alive, as well as keep you alive. Although, you will not be quite the same, I am sorry to tell you." said the Official.
"What's that mean?"
"Well, you will lose all of the memory of everything that has happened in your life since you've had the gland." answered Eberts.
"You mean I'll forget about the agency and everyone here?"
"Um, yes, that is all post-gland installation, isn't it?"
"Shut up Eberts. Yes Fawkes. However, if you wish to remain with the agency, or leave, after the operation, either of those options is possible. Now, we must proceed."
Fawkes didn't like this too much. "There's got to be some way around this, right? Some kind of backup plan? Please tell me there is a plan."
The official looked very uncomfortable. "Fawkes, we have already explained why we can't have a plan. Now let's get this over with before we run out of time. Claire has assured me this method is safe." After they put Fawkes to sleep, the Official looked over at the Keep. "Claire, are you sure that this method will work safely?"
"No, I am not sure at all. You shouldn't have told him that I said it was safe. I do not understand how they figured this operation or even why certain steps in the operation are to take place. They do not give us that information, and we don't have that kind of technology known to us."
Hobbes had remained silent the entire time, and was staring at the floor. Fawkes had been nervous but had known he had no choice. It was either him or the country, and he knew that there was no way he could get out of it. So, he laid down and closed his eyes and allowed Claire to give him the anesthesia. Hobbes and Fawkes had both noticed that she was trembling and teary eyed.
The gland was succesfully removed. However, Darien was still in a coma. Bobby Hobbes was pissed. He couldn't stand what had just happened. His only friend had just been turned into cheese, and the gland was gone. The agency didn't even have the ability to follow or track the Eggassoles. They had tried, of course, but the tracker bugs had failed and the follower agents had vanished without a trace. Dariens surgery had been performed with the highest preciseness possible, and yet he was in a goddam coma. Also, somehow the Eggassoles had known the agency still had information on the gland, so the "hot snow" had kept falling until it had all been 100% destroyed, on both paper and computers. Hobbes was incredibly pissed that Fawkes's coma was probably expected by the Eggassoles so they chose to make up a lie about memory loss. The damn Eggassoles were really pissing him off.
Hobbes stopped pacing and went to check up on Fawkes. Claire was there crying. "Oh god, Bobby, I'm sorry...we lost him."
Hobbes filled with rage. That could not have just happened, he thought. But it did, he knew. He took off down the hall, not able to control his anger and pain, dropping his badge on the agencies floor as he left the building.