Part 4
And the Two Shall Meet...Again
Darien and Hobbes were on their way to the warehouse with the directions Mr. Devon gave them. It was easy to spot something like that a few blocks away. But only if they were going the right way.
"And why didn't you ask him which direction?" Hobbes asked Darien. Darien didn't reply immediately.
"Because I didn't think of it." He finally said. Hobbes looked at him.
"That's right, my friend. Next time you have to think." He said with a little joke to his tone. Hobbes then turned his attention back to the road.
After many twists, turns, and the retracing of their steps, they finally found the warehouse. It wasn't that it was broken down or anything, it just looked old. The walls were dented and discolored. On the street it was on wasn't very busy and only had a couple of houses on it before the street turned into a different lane.
"I guess they'd want to be inconspicuous." Hobbes muttered. They found the entrance to the building on the other side of it and found it was had a rusty look on it. Hobbes took out his gun in anticipation of need to shoot it but Darien stopped him and Quicksilvered his hand. He held the lock and let it go, it was frozen. Several seconds later, it fell apart. He De-Quicksilvered his hand.
"No need to make unnecessary noise." Darien said. Hobbes kept out his gun just in case as they entered the building. He looked left, then right, then decided it was safe. It was ordinary, the usual boxes and crates lined the corners and walls, and the bigger ones were below the smaller ones. In the middle there was a round table with one leg missing. Instead, it was supported by books. In a wordless conversation, they decided Hobbes would take one side looking around the boxes and reading the label on one side, Darien would take the other. They were pretty confident that they would find something. By the time every box was searched twice, they pretty much gave up hope.
Darien sat down at a seat that mismatched the table while Hobbes searched the walls for signs as he insisted. Of course they would make the entrance to the underground lair secret. But for some reason, bad-guys always seemed to hide them in so obvious places. These people were good. As Hobbes continued searching everything that looked suspicious, Darien drummed his fingers on the table. It was only then did he find something on the table.
"Leave me alone." Amy said again to the people standing outside the door. They had moved her to a bright white room that had no furniture. But it wasn't a padded cell. Amy was sure that she had seen all of the rooms that weren't classified in the whole base and at least half of the ones that were. Every so often people in lab coats would come stand outside the door. Their eyes implying that she should give up her problem with them and go with them peacefully.
There were no cameras or one-way mirrors in the room. There was nowhere to have a hidden camera either. How could they be watching her? Did they think that maybe she couldn't get out as she was? Did they expect her to ram herself against the door in order to try and break out? And if she did, would that give them more info about her strength?
They had never been this persistent about what they wanted. Amy finally decided that they wanted something else. Not just her, but someone who knew her. How much did they know about Darien? She crossed that out of her mind again. She had answered that question so many times already. They knew nothing.
She kept reassuring herself that Darien would come. He had to. Unless...the agency he was working for was really working for the evil organization and he didn't know it. That couldn't be, why would they ask about Darien? And then, what if he was new, and no one in this place knew about him yet. Oh god, this was confusing.
She had never asked so many questions in her life. The A.R. was doing things to her mind, making her forget. Was that what they wanted? Was that the whole point? No, it wasn't! They wanted her healthy and alive.
Amy wondered how long alive would be for her.
All this was for world domination?
They definitely wanted something else. Exactly what, she didn't know.
On the table was a piece of paper, a calculator, and a pencil. Did they want him to do Math problems? Darien flipped the sheet over and on the back was a...riddle?It didn't make any sense at first. Then, the words pulled together. He read it to himself and it said:
Where does the past belong?
As well as find info on our Spangled song?
Tell me which numbers spell "Hello." upside down.
Find the page with a scribbled frown.
And when you find the answer to that above.
There is the new answer, give it a shove.
The words went through his mind many times. None of his hard-to-believe answers seemed to fit the puzzle. His thinking mind had long forgotten about Hobbes and he didn't think to ask him. He thought, "Spangled reminds me of the Star Spangled Banner. That was written in the past. We would find that info in a...History Book!" he thought. He looked down at the books supporting the one side that had a missing leg. Sure enough, there was a history book. He pulled it out and the table almost fell, making a lot of noise.
"What was that, Fawkes?!" Hobbes said.
"I leaned on the table and it fell." Darien replied. Satisfied with his answer.
"Okay, be careful next time." he said. He'd bought it. Now, what to do next? "Numbers that spell "Hello." Upside down. He thought for a second. The answer didn't come to him. Why was he studying a riddle?! Why couldn't they have a code, the kind of thing he could break, he wasn't any good at riddles! He was a thief! Couldn't this secret organization be normal? He sighed.
His eyes wandered over to the calculator on the table. "It must be there for something." he thought. He picked it up and played with it. No numbers revealed "Hello." Upside down. He flipped over the calculator. "There, its upside down." He thought. Now some of the numbers...looked like letters! He punched in 01134. It came out as "hello" upside down! He was on his way. He figured it must be a page number and he flipped the history book to page 1134. In the left corner was a drawn frown and a note. It read:
Go to the far wall.
It was the same handwriting as the one doing the riddle. It was the same person. But, why would the organization give away so many hints? He got up from the table, the chair made a shrieking noise. Hobbes cringed, but didn't say anything. Darien shuddered from the noise. He went toward the back wall and put his hands up against it.
"Fawkes, what're you doin'?" Hobbes asked.
"I'm not sure." He replied and shoved the wall. Surprisingly, it moved back and the wall shimmered and revealed the real wall behind it. A metal door from somewhere opened. Something creaked beneath him and he looked at Hobbes with the most as caution as if it would make him fall. Hobbes looked at the floor beneath Darien. It creaked again, then it fell. Hobbes could hear Darien's yell of surprise as it echoed down the tunnel he fell through.
Hobbes looked down the hole and then at the doorway. What would he do?
"Fawkes!" he yelled down the tunnel, "Fawkes, can you hear me?" he said. There wasn't any reply. If he went to go find someone, when he got back who knows what might've happened. If he followed, there was less of a chance of trying to help him. And since there would probably be security, that's twice as much Quicksilver. He looked at the tunnel one last time and said, "Be back soon, Fawkes. Hold on." Then he raced to the doorway.
"Ahhhhh...!" his yell stopped when he landed at the bottom of the tunnel. He was in a hallway that was all white. Or would've been, the paint was chipped and the walls were dirty. It looked like this was an old entrance to whatever they were doing down here. Someone was seriously helping him, from the inside. He was about to take a step when he looked up. Security cameras were there, and the red light was on. They were working, and if he had taken that step, he would be in the direct vision of the camera. He'd have to use Quicksilver. Knowing that little time had past, he'd be almost having one segment on his Snake Tattoo monitor become red.
It was an old hallway, it probably wouldn't have motion detectors or any other security devices besides the old cameras. He Quicksilvered and walked down the hallway. The Whole things was pretty much straight except for a couple of turns. Then, there was a 3 way split in the hallway. Although the signs were chipped and almost unreadable, he made out the word "Main". Without hesitation, he moved on. What seemed the longest hallway made Darien wonder if he was on a wild goose chase. How did he know that the signs weren't made to make him go the wrong way? No, that was stupid, he had to stop thinking like that. His Questions were answered when he turned a corner, and bumped into two guards.
The guards stood bewildered for a second, then they took out their guns. Something had definitely hit them, and they weren't about to let it get away.
Darien couldn't believe how stupid he was to forget that he had been walking in normal areas. Of course there would be guards. And he expected to see more security devices. No sooner had he turned around had he bumped into someone else. He didn't look confused at all. In fact, he located Darien's arms quickly and in one deft movement handcuffed him. Darien De-QSed. He tried to look at the back of his wrist before he was roughly shoved forward. He watched one of the last four green segments turn red.
"Ah crap."
The first two guards Darien had met were looking at him strangely and obviously trying to come up with an explanation on how he could turn invisible. He figured they were taking him to the same place Amy was. For now all he had to do was figure out a way to get out.
As they approached Amy's cell, Darien recognized one of the two men standing there. Mr. Devon!
"You! I thought you were trying to save Amy!" he yelled in confusion. Behind him he heard someone whisper, "He's crazy." Devon smiled.
"Continue." He said.
"Continue." The second guy repeated. He was moved forward to the door. A guy swiped a card in a slot next to the door and it opened. The bright white made him blink. Laying against the far wall, was Amy. They took off the handcuffs and closed the door.
Amy looked at the new comer. She smiled as soon as she recognized the face. She was tired of being alone.
"Hi." Darien said and slid down the wall to the floor.
"Hi." Amy sighed, "I see you came to get me. By the way, they don't know anything about you...yet." She added. She twirled her hair around her finger.
"Well, about that, the whole reason you're here is because of me. I should of told you what I could do." He said. Amy raised her eyebrows.
"Well, what can you do?" Amy inquired, anxious to know. Darien looked up.
"I can turn invisible." He said simply. Amy held back a smile that told him she didn't believe him. Darien noticed the effort.
"Look, it's true, okay? I just can't show you. It's probably the only reason you didn't see me when the organization took you away." Amy considered this.
"Why can't you show me?" she asked.
"Because when I use invisibility for too long, it has a side effect that drives me insane. At least that's the only way I can explain it." He turned his wrist over, "When this snake is all red, your gonna be in trouble. You gotta find a way to get either you or me outta here." He said. She went over to look. Her disbelief was gone.
"Woah." She said when she saw that he only had three green segments left, "But how are they going to believe me? I would think that they would have to see it for themselves first." Amy said.
"Ah crap." Darien said. Amy went back to sit on the other side of the room.
"No der."
"Gotta get help." Was the only thought in Bobby Hobbes' mind. He was on his way back to get reinforcements from the agency, then he was going to get Amy's friends and family that would help.
"They got Darien!" Hobbes' said as soon as he got to the Official's office. The keeper was already there, asking the him something.
"What?" she asked with a worried look. Hobbes knew perfectly well that the keeper had heard him. The Official finished murmuring something into the phone and looked at him.
"Well, are you going to go, or not? We've got people waiting for you" He said. Hobbes furrowed his brow in disbelief that the Official would react so quickly but dashed out the door. The Keeper took a quick glance at the official, and then went out the door as well to get supplies from her lab to go with Hobbes.
Mrs. Candler was all over the place worrying, there had been no news from Darien, or the agency he worked for. And she couldn't exactly call the police. She could imagine herself now...
"I've got an emergency, an evil organization has captured my daughter ,who is a superior human being , to take over the world." Who would believe her? And what's worse, who would know what she was talking about and come after her? There was not a thing she could do. It was so inevitable, so frustrating, that she just broke down and cried. She had called He friend, Dave Hopkins (one of the original Project Crescent scientists) and told him the situation, he had come over to comfort her.
And then, there was a knock on her door. She wiped the tears from her face and got up to open the door.
"Ms. Candler? I'm Bobby Hobbes, a friend of Darien's. There's a situation I have to explain to you, and quickly." Amy's mother invited him in and he gave her summary of what happened
"...And we need people to help us, what I saw in the warehouse was very advanced and I figured that since you had dealt with them before, you would know more about them." He finished.
"I'll go." Ms. Candler and Dave Hopkins said at the same time.
"Nancy, these are dangerous dealings. You can't go." He told her.
"Dave, I've known you for a long time. You would never turn down someone who wanted to help. Besides, that is my daughter out there and I'm not gonna sit here and do nothing." She replied. She started to the door, and they the three walked out .
Eric sat looking out the window, watching Dave, Ms. Candler, and someone he didn't know leave the house and walk to a van.
"Tasha, they're doin' somethin'!" he said and ran outside., "What're you doing?" he asked innocently.
"We're going to get Amy..."
"Oh, I'm going too. She's my, uh....girlfriend." he said. And it was true, but he didn't like sharing the info anyway.
"You're too young, kid." Hobbes said. And continued walking toward the car.
"Don't worry, Eric. We'll get Amy back." Nancy said and smiled. They loaded into a beat up van, in which he heard complaints of being cramped. They started the engine and were off.
Eric tried to tell himself that they would save her, but he just didn't seem to believe it. When they were about halfway down the street, he pulled out his bike and took off after them.
"Eric?! What're you doing?!" Tasha yelled to him.
"I'm going with them, what do you think I'm doing. Make something up to mom and dad." He said and pedaled hard to catch up with the van. Tasha closed the door and waited for her parents to come home.
There were no windows in the back of the van, so no one was able to see the kid on a mountain bike silently following them as they went.
Please excuse if the people are out of character, I haven't added on to the fanfiction in awhile so I'm out of the mood of it. Sorry.
And the Two Shall Meet...Again
Darien and Hobbes were on their way to the warehouse with the directions Mr. Devon gave them. It was easy to spot something like that a few blocks away. But only if they were going the right way.
"And why didn't you ask him which direction?" Hobbes asked Darien. Darien didn't reply immediately.
"Because I didn't think of it." He finally said. Hobbes looked at him.
"That's right, my friend. Next time you have to think." He said with a little joke to his tone. Hobbes then turned his attention back to the road.
After many twists, turns, and the retracing of their steps, they finally found the warehouse. It wasn't that it was broken down or anything, it just looked old. The walls were dented and discolored. On the street it was on wasn't very busy and only had a couple of houses on it before the street turned into a different lane.
"I guess they'd want to be inconspicuous." Hobbes muttered. They found the entrance to the building on the other side of it and found it was had a rusty look on it. Hobbes took out his gun in anticipation of need to shoot it but Darien stopped him and Quicksilvered his hand. He held the lock and let it go, it was frozen. Several seconds later, it fell apart. He De-Quicksilvered his hand.
"No need to make unnecessary noise." Darien said. Hobbes kept out his gun just in case as they entered the building. He looked left, then right, then decided it was safe. It was ordinary, the usual boxes and crates lined the corners and walls, and the bigger ones were below the smaller ones. In the middle there was a round table with one leg missing. Instead, it was supported by books. In a wordless conversation, they decided Hobbes would take one side looking around the boxes and reading the label on one side, Darien would take the other. They were pretty confident that they would find something. By the time every box was searched twice, they pretty much gave up hope.
Darien sat down at a seat that mismatched the table while Hobbes searched the walls for signs as he insisted. Of course they would make the entrance to the underground lair secret. But for some reason, bad-guys always seemed to hide them in so obvious places. These people were good. As Hobbes continued searching everything that looked suspicious, Darien drummed his fingers on the table. It was only then did he find something on the table.
"Leave me alone." Amy said again to the people standing outside the door. They had moved her to a bright white room that had no furniture. But it wasn't a padded cell. Amy was sure that she had seen all of the rooms that weren't classified in the whole base and at least half of the ones that were. Every so often people in lab coats would come stand outside the door. Their eyes implying that she should give up her problem with them and go with them peacefully.
There were no cameras or one-way mirrors in the room. There was nowhere to have a hidden camera either. How could they be watching her? Did they think that maybe she couldn't get out as she was? Did they expect her to ram herself against the door in order to try and break out? And if she did, would that give them more info about her strength?
They had never been this persistent about what they wanted. Amy finally decided that they wanted something else. Not just her, but someone who knew her. How much did they know about Darien? She crossed that out of her mind again. She had answered that question so many times already. They knew nothing.
She kept reassuring herself that Darien would come. He had to. Unless...the agency he was working for was really working for the evil organization and he didn't know it. That couldn't be, why would they ask about Darien? And then, what if he was new, and no one in this place knew about him yet. Oh god, this was confusing.
She had never asked so many questions in her life. The A.R. was doing things to her mind, making her forget. Was that what they wanted? Was that the whole point? No, it wasn't! They wanted her healthy and alive.
Amy wondered how long alive would be for her.
All this was for world domination?
They definitely wanted something else. Exactly what, she didn't know.
On the table was a piece of paper, a calculator, and a pencil. Did they want him to do Math problems? Darien flipped the sheet over and on the back was a...riddle?It didn't make any sense at first. Then, the words pulled together. He read it to himself and it said:
Where does the past belong?
As well as find info on our Spangled song?
Tell me which numbers spell "Hello." upside down.
Find the page with a scribbled frown.
And when you find the answer to that above.
There is the new answer, give it a shove.
The words went through his mind many times. None of his hard-to-believe answers seemed to fit the puzzle. His thinking mind had long forgotten about Hobbes and he didn't think to ask him. He thought, "Spangled reminds me of the Star Spangled Banner. That was written in the past. We would find that info in a...History Book!" he thought. He looked down at the books supporting the one side that had a missing leg. Sure enough, there was a history book. He pulled it out and the table almost fell, making a lot of noise.
"What was that, Fawkes?!" Hobbes said.
"I leaned on the table and it fell." Darien replied. Satisfied with his answer.
"Okay, be careful next time." he said. He'd bought it. Now, what to do next? "Numbers that spell "Hello." Upside down. He thought for a second. The answer didn't come to him. Why was he studying a riddle?! Why couldn't they have a code, the kind of thing he could break, he wasn't any good at riddles! He was a thief! Couldn't this secret organization be normal? He sighed.
His eyes wandered over to the calculator on the table. "It must be there for something." he thought. He picked it up and played with it. No numbers revealed "Hello." Upside down. He flipped over the calculator. "There, its upside down." He thought. Now some of the numbers...looked like letters! He punched in 01134. It came out as "hello" upside down! He was on his way. He figured it must be a page number and he flipped the history book to page 1134. In the left corner was a drawn frown and a note. It read:
Go to the far wall.
It was the same handwriting as the one doing the riddle. It was the same person. But, why would the organization give away so many hints? He got up from the table, the chair made a shrieking noise. Hobbes cringed, but didn't say anything. Darien shuddered from the noise. He went toward the back wall and put his hands up against it.
"Fawkes, what're you doin'?" Hobbes asked.
"I'm not sure." He replied and shoved the wall. Surprisingly, it moved back and the wall shimmered and revealed the real wall behind it. A metal door from somewhere opened. Something creaked beneath him and he looked at Hobbes with the most as caution as if it would make him fall. Hobbes looked at the floor beneath Darien. It creaked again, then it fell. Hobbes could hear Darien's yell of surprise as it echoed down the tunnel he fell through.
Hobbes looked down the hole and then at the doorway. What would he do?
"Fawkes!" he yelled down the tunnel, "Fawkes, can you hear me?" he said. There wasn't any reply. If he went to go find someone, when he got back who knows what might've happened. If he followed, there was less of a chance of trying to help him. And since there would probably be security, that's twice as much Quicksilver. He looked at the tunnel one last time and said, "Be back soon, Fawkes. Hold on." Then he raced to the doorway.
"Ahhhhh...!" his yell stopped when he landed at the bottom of the tunnel. He was in a hallway that was all white. Or would've been, the paint was chipped and the walls were dirty. It looked like this was an old entrance to whatever they were doing down here. Someone was seriously helping him, from the inside. He was about to take a step when he looked up. Security cameras were there, and the red light was on. They were working, and if he had taken that step, he would be in the direct vision of the camera. He'd have to use Quicksilver. Knowing that little time had past, he'd be almost having one segment on his Snake Tattoo monitor become red.
It was an old hallway, it probably wouldn't have motion detectors or any other security devices besides the old cameras. He Quicksilvered and walked down the hallway. The Whole things was pretty much straight except for a couple of turns. Then, there was a 3 way split in the hallway. Although the signs were chipped and almost unreadable, he made out the word "Main". Without hesitation, he moved on. What seemed the longest hallway made Darien wonder if he was on a wild goose chase. How did he know that the signs weren't made to make him go the wrong way? No, that was stupid, he had to stop thinking like that. His Questions were answered when he turned a corner, and bumped into two guards.
The guards stood bewildered for a second, then they took out their guns. Something had definitely hit them, and they weren't about to let it get away.
Darien couldn't believe how stupid he was to forget that he had been walking in normal areas. Of course there would be guards. And he expected to see more security devices. No sooner had he turned around had he bumped into someone else. He didn't look confused at all. In fact, he located Darien's arms quickly and in one deft movement handcuffed him. Darien De-QSed. He tried to look at the back of his wrist before he was roughly shoved forward. He watched one of the last four green segments turn red.
"Ah crap."
The first two guards Darien had met were looking at him strangely and obviously trying to come up with an explanation on how he could turn invisible. He figured they were taking him to the same place Amy was. For now all he had to do was figure out a way to get out.
As they approached Amy's cell, Darien recognized one of the two men standing there. Mr. Devon!
"You! I thought you were trying to save Amy!" he yelled in confusion. Behind him he heard someone whisper, "He's crazy." Devon smiled.
"Continue." He said.
"Continue." The second guy repeated. He was moved forward to the door. A guy swiped a card in a slot next to the door and it opened. The bright white made him blink. Laying against the far wall, was Amy. They took off the handcuffs and closed the door.
Amy looked at the new comer. She smiled as soon as she recognized the face. She was tired of being alone.
"Hi." Darien said and slid down the wall to the floor.
"Hi." Amy sighed, "I see you came to get me. By the way, they don't know anything about you...yet." She added. She twirled her hair around her finger.
"Well, about that, the whole reason you're here is because of me. I should of told you what I could do." He said. Amy raised her eyebrows.
"Well, what can you do?" Amy inquired, anxious to know. Darien looked up.
"I can turn invisible." He said simply. Amy held back a smile that told him she didn't believe him. Darien noticed the effort.
"Look, it's true, okay? I just can't show you. It's probably the only reason you didn't see me when the organization took you away." Amy considered this.
"Why can't you show me?" she asked.
"Because when I use invisibility for too long, it has a side effect that drives me insane. At least that's the only way I can explain it." He turned his wrist over, "When this snake is all red, your gonna be in trouble. You gotta find a way to get either you or me outta here." He said. She went over to look. Her disbelief was gone.
"Woah." She said when she saw that he only had three green segments left, "But how are they going to believe me? I would think that they would have to see it for themselves first." Amy said.
"Ah crap." Darien said. Amy went back to sit on the other side of the room.
"No der."
"Gotta get help." Was the only thought in Bobby Hobbes' mind. He was on his way back to get reinforcements from the agency, then he was going to get Amy's friends and family that would help.
"They got Darien!" Hobbes' said as soon as he got to the Official's office. The keeper was already there, asking the him something.
"What?" she asked with a worried look. Hobbes knew perfectly well that the keeper had heard him. The Official finished murmuring something into the phone and looked at him.
"Well, are you going to go, or not? We've got people waiting for you" He said. Hobbes furrowed his brow in disbelief that the Official would react so quickly but dashed out the door. The Keeper took a quick glance at the official, and then went out the door as well to get supplies from her lab to go with Hobbes.
Mrs. Candler was all over the place worrying, there had been no news from Darien, or the agency he worked for. And she couldn't exactly call the police. She could imagine herself now...
"I've got an emergency, an evil organization has captured my daughter ,who is a superior human being , to take over the world." Who would believe her? And what's worse, who would know what she was talking about and come after her? There was not a thing she could do. It was so inevitable, so frustrating, that she just broke down and cried. She had called He friend, Dave Hopkins (one of the original Project Crescent scientists) and told him the situation, he had come over to comfort her.
And then, there was a knock on her door. She wiped the tears from her face and got up to open the door.
"Ms. Candler? I'm Bobby Hobbes, a friend of Darien's. There's a situation I have to explain to you, and quickly." Amy's mother invited him in and he gave her summary of what happened
"...And we need people to help us, what I saw in the warehouse was very advanced and I figured that since you had dealt with them before, you would know more about them." He finished.
"I'll go." Ms. Candler and Dave Hopkins said at the same time.
"Nancy, these are dangerous dealings. You can't go." He told her.
"Dave, I've known you for a long time. You would never turn down someone who wanted to help. Besides, that is my daughter out there and I'm not gonna sit here and do nothing." She replied. She started to the door, and they the three walked out .
Eric sat looking out the window, watching Dave, Ms. Candler, and someone he didn't know leave the house and walk to a van.
"Tasha, they're doin' somethin'!" he said and ran outside., "What're you doing?" he asked innocently.
"We're going to get Amy..."
"Oh, I'm going too. She's my, uh....girlfriend." he said. And it was true, but he didn't like sharing the info anyway.
"You're too young, kid." Hobbes said. And continued walking toward the car.
"Don't worry, Eric. We'll get Amy back." Nancy said and smiled. They loaded into a beat up van, in which he heard complaints of being cramped. They started the engine and were off.
Eric tried to tell himself that they would save her, but he just didn't seem to believe it. When they were about halfway down the street, he pulled out his bike and took off after them.
"Eric?! What're you doing?!" Tasha yelled to him.
"I'm going with them, what do you think I'm doing. Make something up to mom and dad." He said and pedaled hard to catch up with the van. Tasha closed the door and waited for her parents to come home.
There were no windows in the back of the van, so no one was able to see the kid on a mountain bike silently following them as they went.
Please excuse if the people are out of character, I haven't added on to the fanfiction in awhile so I'm out of the mood of it. Sorry.