Part 13
Out of the doorway the bullets fly, repeating the sound of the beat
I can't believe that big lug, kissed me. He touches me with that gross, slimy synthethic skin, I don't think I will be able to get the traces of that off of my lips. I am glad it was only a kiss, that astute....weasal. Uhhhh. I am glad he didn't try anything else, because though I am chained to the wall, I will not feel bad, biting his neck, and watching him bleed to death on the floor.I am finding it hard to believe Darien hasn't killed him already. Argh, how much he makes my skin crawl. I have never been so repulsed by anyone, though sometimes the people I work with come close. I need to figure out a way out of the chains, they are cutting off my circulation. I need to get free, then help Eberts out of his bindings, he needs to be taken to the hospital and immediatly.
I look over at him on the bed, he seems so in peace, as if he were an angel in one of those reinnasance paintings. He opens his eyes slowly, for the first time I notice the white film covering his heavenly blue eyes.I wonder what they have done to him.
"Who is here with me?" He asks.
"Monroe." I wonder if I sound too formal.
"So, your the one who got me shot, Alex, I should have figured it was you, you always have to be the hero."
His words strike me harshly. "I didn't mean to get you shot, I am sorry, Eberts."
He mumbles something under his breath. I strain to hear him. I am about to ask him what he said but he says. "I am sure you are sorry. I have a plan to get us out, I know how much you like to be the hero, but we do not have time for that game, you need to forget your incharge skills, and use your CTS skills, most specifically the Seduction part of that. I do not need to get shot again, so you must do exactly as I tell you."
What is he up to? He can't be in any condition to do anything at all to help. He is almost dead.I remember his evil laughing in the car, he's flipped his lip. How crazy is he now? Am I in here with someone more unhinged than Arnaud. I am thankful he is chained up. Should I be though? Maybe I am misjudging him. Maybe he is in his right mind, but I do not see how anyone who has gone through what he has in one day could. I stare at him, wondering if he could see me. But is that film on his eyes really making him blind, can he see my terror. I try to put on a determined face. He is staring at the ceiling though, and not even at me. He looks so lonely lying there, but now I am seeing him as frightening. Maybe he has history of psychological problems in his past. I never really read his personal file that much, I figured he was just a quiet little mouse, and I really didn't need to worry about him.
"Alex?" He says patiently. How can he have patients, even after this, it is unnerving me. He has been tortured yet he is being calm, and patient now. Yet, nothing much has happened to me yet, Maybe it is the madness. There is no humanly way he can be so calm.
"I don't think your in any sort of postion to take charge, Eberts, you almost died..."
" I would not have died from the electricty -or- the hickory stick, that is not how Arnaud wants it, he is too insane to just kill someone simply, unless he is pressed for time. The only thing I almost died from was the gun shot wound, for now. SO, are you going to help me -or- not?" He asks, still calm.
"But what are you going to do?"
"I need you to seduce the guards to come in here, but first tell me where the door is." I watch as appears to fall off the bed. He stands up wearily.
"Go to your right ten paces, and then go straight." I tell him.
He does as I tell him. He touches the door, finds the opening, and then moves to the wall next to it.He gives me a nod.
"Guards, Hey Guardies." I call in a silky voice. I hear a key rattling and the door opens. Eberts hits one upside the head with his handcuffs, and he falls to the floor. The other tries to get away but Eberts latches on to him, and begins to choke the guard with the chains connecting the cuffs. He begins his evil laughter again. The guard starts making a gaging sound I could throw up.
Robert Hobbes rushes into the doorway. "Drop him, Eberts!" he shouts holding his gun.
Eberts stops laughing, nods, and his little yes sir smile comes onto his face. He seems almost back to normal.
Out of the doorway the bullets fly, repeating the sound of the beat
I can't believe that big lug, kissed me. He touches me with that gross, slimy synthethic skin, I don't think I will be able to get the traces of that off of my lips. I am glad it was only a kiss, that astute....weasal. Uhhhh. I am glad he didn't try anything else, because though I am chained to the wall, I will not feel bad, biting his neck, and watching him bleed to death on the floor.I am finding it hard to believe Darien hasn't killed him already. Argh, how much he makes my skin crawl. I have never been so repulsed by anyone, though sometimes the people I work with come close. I need to figure out a way out of the chains, they are cutting off my circulation. I need to get free, then help Eberts out of his bindings, he needs to be taken to the hospital and immediatly.
I look over at him on the bed, he seems so in peace, as if he were an angel in one of those reinnasance paintings. He opens his eyes slowly, for the first time I notice the white film covering his heavenly blue eyes.I wonder what they have done to him.
"Who is here with me?" He asks.
"Monroe." I wonder if I sound too formal.
"So, your the one who got me shot, Alex, I should have figured it was you, you always have to be the hero."
His words strike me harshly. "I didn't mean to get you shot, I am sorry, Eberts."
He mumbles something under his breath. I strain to hear him. I am about to ask him what he said but he says. "I am sure you are sorry. I have a plan to get us out, I know how much you like to be the hero, but we do not have time for that game, you need to forget your incharge skills, and use your CTS skills, most specifically the Seduction part of that. I do not need to get shot again, so you must do exactly as I tell you."
What is he up to? He can't be in any condition to do anything at all to help. He is almost dead.I remember his evil laughing in the car, he's flipped his lip. How crazy is he now? Am I in here with someone more unhinged than Arnaud. I am thankful he is chained up. Should I be though? Maybe I am misjudging him. Maybe he is in his right mind, but I do not see how anyone who has gone through what he has in one day could. I stare at him, wondering if he could see me. But is that film on his eyes really making him blind, can he see my terror. I try to put on a determined face. He is staring at the ceiling though, and not even at me. He looks so lonely lying there, but now I am seeing him as frightening. Maybe he has history of psychological problems in his past. I never really read his personal file that much, I figured he was just a quiet little mouse, and I really didn't need to worry about him.
"Alex?" He says patiently. How can he have patients, even after this, it is unnerving me. He has been tortured yet he is being calm, and patient now. Yet, nothing much has happened to me yet, Maybe it is the madness. There is no humanly way he can be so calm.
"I don't think your in any sort of postion to take charge, Eberts, you almost died..."
" I would not have died from the electricty -or- the hickory stick, that is not how Arnaud wants it, he is too insane to just kill someone simply, unless he is pressed for time. The only thing I almost died from was the gun shot wound, for now. SO, are you going to help me -or- not?" He asks, still calm.
"But what are you going to do?"
"I need you to seduce the guards to come in here, but first tell me where the door is." I watch as appears to fall off the bed. He stands up wearily.
"Go to your right ten paces, and then go straight." I tell him.
He does as I tell him. He touches the door, finds the opening, and then moves to the wall next to it.He gives me a nod.
"Guards, Hey Guardies." I call in a silky voice. I hear a key rattling and the door opens. Eberts hits one upside the head with his handcuffs, and he falls to the floor. The other tries to get away but Eberts latches on to him, and begins to choke the guard with the chains connecting the cuffs. He begins his evil laughter again. The guard starts making a gaging sound I could throw up.
Robert Hobbes rushes into the doorway. "Drop him, Eberts!" he shouts holding his gun.
Eberts stops laughing, nods, and his little yes sir smile comes onto his face. He seems almost back to normal.