What Someone is Willing
to Give
By: Vainglorious696
Remy: Opinionated, whoever ya be, we can' t'ank ya enough.
Kaiser: *snickers* Yeah, now we have a reason to keep her attached
to the ceiling.
Remy: *groans* Just read et review, sil vous plait.
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Madeleine walked purposefully
through the small complex in search of Eli. She had been searching non-stop for information on Omega 2 for nearly a
week and the results were few and contradictory. Kiltcher was in the lab when she found him. Ever since awakening Lebeau, he was in there
with him constantly.
"Any new information?" he greeted her.
"Sort of. How about you, old
man?"
Kiltcher waved vaguely at the still form on the lab table, but didn't look up
from the computer. "Most
fascinating. I think I'm beginning to
unravel the boy's DNA. To be honest
with you, I really don't understand how the boy has managed to survive. There's simply no way that an organism with
this genetic structure could have been conceived or survived naturally, and
with absolutely no wear and tear on his organs. Fascinating," he reiterated.
"You play with little globs on your own time, Kiltcher."
"What? Oh," he looked up,
"you have something for me?"
Madeleine ran a hand through her hair, a nervous habit. "Not really. From what I've found, this one here is a cross between a saint
and a sociopath." She moved
towards the exam table and regarded Remy with something akin to sadness.
Kiltcher followed, "Meaning?"
"Everywhere I go, I get a different story. Some people say he's a demon, some a saint, still some a murderer
with a heart of ice, and more than a couple think that he doesn't really exist,
like a fairy tale. The only consistent
things that I've discovered are: (A) he's a thief. A very good thief; and (B) he's not someone that you want pissed
off at you."
The scientist walked back over to his computer, his voice wry, "That's clarifying."
"Sorry. It was all I could do."
"Hmmm. . ." he typed something into the computer and charts appeared
on the screen. "Hand me that
syringe." She obliged him. "There's nothing to do about that
now. Things will continue as
scheduled."
"Are certain that that's wise--"
Kiltcher whirled around with astonishing speed and slapped her across the face
so hard it threw her to the ground. Without missing a beat and never changing the calm expression on his
face, he completed the turn and filled the needle. "Do not ever question
me again."
Madeleine tasted the blood in her mouth and lowered her head in submission.
He injected a thick, viscous fluid into Remy and then walked past her without
looking down. "Please wake the specimen
and have him ingest two of the black pills on the table." The doors hissed open and closed behind him.
Madeline gingerly raised a hand to her mouth and felt at the damage. She'd dealt with worse. Standing, she ran a hand through her hair
again. That was just stupid, m'girl.
Once every strand was again in its
proper place, she went to the computer where Kiltcher had been standing and
found several black pills in a petry dish on the counter. They were neural suppressants. Palming two of them, she turned from the
table and walked back to the lab table, regarding the young man there
intensely.
She reached down and tenderly stroked his hair, anticipation and a thrill of
excitement passing through her. What
was it about him? She had never before
seen him awake or spoken to him (he had been unconscious when they brought him
in and it was Kiltcher who recognized him as one of Essex's children), and now
that she had the opportunity to do so she found herself nearly trembling.
Who are you? Why do I know you? He didn't respond and she snorted lightly. You're losing it, Maddie.
With a sigh, the young woman needlessly brushed her dark hair from her face a
third time and began to gently probe his mind. //Wake up, Lebeau.// Again,
there was no response. //WAKE UP!//
Remy's eyes snapped open in pain and instantly clenched shut again as they were
invaded by the too-bright light. Madeleine watched and felt a small stab of regret for having hurt
him. Regret, Madeleine? What's wrong with you? Lifting the hand that held the pills to his
lips, she used the other one to gently elevate his head.
"I need you to take these pills."
He seemed to ignore her and she pressed her hand against his mouth insistently.
"I will hurt you if I must."
At that his eyes slowly opened and he turned his head slightly to regard her
without emotion. His voice was soft and
rusty, "Would you?"
Madeleine stiffened and her hand opened numbly, dropping the pills as she
stared into the depthless eyes that burned into her. Red on black eyes.
Ohmygod,ohmygod,ohmygod,ohmygod……
This wasn't possible. It was him. But it couldn't be. Not here. Not now. Not one of
Essex's. After so long, tireless
searching, she had found him.
The pupils seemed to swirl and move like fire floating in the darkness of the
black, alien sclera as he watched her. He was still beautiful. No
emotion marred or accentuated his face. He doesn't know me…
She jerked her hand away as if burned and, suddenly deprived of support, his
head slammed painfully onto the cool surface of the lab table. The pills lay useless on the ground. Remy
closed his eyes again.
Remy… The beautiful… You got your name. I knew I would find you again. Suddenly a new thought occurred to her. Eli. Oh, god! I've gotta get you out of here!
Without hesitation, Madeleine swooped down and pocketed the pills. If Remy was going to escape, he couldn't
take these anymore. Giving him a mental
"love tap," she gently knocked him unconscious. Eli couldn't know about this.
But how to get him out and still save her own skin? The answers were not forthcoming.
Madeleine hissed out a breath and pivoted sharply on her heel, exiting the
lab. Just hold on, diable. I'll think of something… Nothing was ever easy in this line of work.
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