Disclaimer in part 1.
The tears streamed down Bobby's face as he realized what his only option was. After all they'd been through he couldn't allow her to get hurt anymore. If she died he wouldn't want to go on living.
"Fine, Stark. I'll talk, but I want to see the antidote first," he insisted. If Stark was playing him about having an antidote there'd be hell to pay.
"You sound as if you don't trust me," Stark smirked.
"Why should I? You're the bad guy, remember," Bobby reminded him.
"Not really, but we can discuss that another time," Stark walked back over to the counter where he'd gotten the first injection and picked up a second syringe containing a purple liquid. "Satisfied?"
Bobby nodded and took a deep breath. An alarm sounded as he opened his mouth to speak.
Stark looked over at his goon. "Go see what's going on!" he yelled.
The man rolled his eyes and left the room. He was getting sick of being ordered around by Stark.
Stark glared at Bobby. "It looks like we might have company very soon, Mr. Hobbes," he placed the syringe with the antidote in his pocket. "We'll have to move to a different location, I'm afraid."
Bobby looked over at Marie, who was so pale. She seemed to only barely be breathing. "What are-" he was cut off as Stark pointed his own gun in his face.
"I'm going to undo these straps and you're going to walk in front of me calmly," he told Bobby.
"What about Marie?" he asked.
Before Stark could answer him he flew backwards, punched by an unseen force. Bobby's gun went skidding across the floor. Stark sat up rubbing his jaw.
Alex and Darien came into view as the quicksilver dissolved.
Alex stood over Stark her gun pointed at his head. "You're not getting away this time," she hissed.
Darien quickly undid the straps on Bobby's arms and legs. "You ok man?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Bobby rushed to Marie's side. He undid her binds and shook her gently. "Marie, baby, come on," he coaxed her.
Her skin was so pale and too warm.
"Give me the antidote now!" Bobby shouted as he walked over to Stark.
Stark reached into his pocket for the syringe and hissed as he cut his finger on the broken glass.
Bobby paled when he saw the liquid stain on Stark's pocket and the cut finger confirming his fear. "You'd better tell me that wasn't the only sample of antidote," he raged.
Darien stood over by Marie letting everything sink in. "Antidote? What did you do, Stark?"
Alex trained her gun on Stark's head. "You should start talking before I put a bullet in your brain."
Stark gave both Alex and Bobby a sideways glance. "If you kill me then you won't get the antidote at all. I'd say we should compromise, my life for hers," he offered.
Bobby had just about enough of his crap. He lunged forward and kicked Stark in the stomach, hard. He kicked him twice more before Darien finally pulled him off.
"Let me go! Damnit!" Bobby struggled in Darien's grasp.
"You tell us right now Stark, or I let him finish what he started," Darien snapped.
Stark stared at Darien for a moment. He could see that he wasn't bluffing about letting Hobbes kill him. "Second drawer to the left," he coughed.
Alex backed up slowly not letting Stark out of her sight. She kept her gun pointed at him and opened the drawer reaching inside. She pulled out a vial filled with the purple liquid Bobby had seen earlier.
"How can we be sure that's not poison?" Darien asked.
"I know a way," Alex smiled. She took two syringes and put a small amount in the first one. She walked over to Stark and brought the needle to his neck.
Stark sat perfectly still as she moved to inject him. He winced as the needle was inserted, but other than the pain of the needle breaking the skin he seemed ok.
Darien relaxed his grip on Bobby and Alex handed Bobby the second syringe filled with the liquid.
Bobby went back to Marie and gave her the antidote. He cradled her in his arms the tears flowing freely now.
After a few minutes Marie still hadn't woken up. "Why isn't she awake yet?" Darien snarled at Stark.
"It takes time," he answered.
Before anyone could comment again Stark's men entered the room guns raised.
TBC...
Feedback is welcome...
The tears streamed down Bobby's face as he realized what his only option was. After all they'd been through he couldn't allow her to get hurt anymore. If she died he wouldn't want to go on living.
"Fine, Stark. I'll talk, but I want to see the antidote first," he insisted. If Stark was playing him about having an antidote there'd be hell to pay.
"You sound as if you don't trust me," Stark smirked.
"Why should I? You're the bad guy, remember," Bobby reminded him.
"Not really, but we can discuss that another time," Stark walked back over to the counter where he'd gotten the first injection and picked up a second syringe containing a purple liquid. "Satisfied?"
Bobby nodded and took a deep breath. An alarm sounded as he opened his mouth to speak.
Stark looked over at his goon. "Go see what's going on!" he yelled.
The man rolled his eyes and left the room. He was getting sick of being ordered around by Stark.
Stark glared at Bobby. "It looks like we might have company very soon, Mr. Hobbes," he placed the syringe with the antidote in his pocket. "We'll have to move to a different location, I'm afraid."
Bobby looked over at Marie, who was so pale. She seemed to only barely be breathing. "What are-" he was cut off as Stark pointed his own gun in his face.
"I'm going to undo these straps and you're going to walk in front of me calmly," he told Bobby.
"What about Marie?" he asked.
Before Stark could answer him he flew backwards, punched by an unseen force. Bobby's gun went skidding across the floor. Stark sat up rubbing his jaw.
Alex and Darien came into view as the quicksilver dissolved.
Alex stood over Stark her gun pointed at his head. "You're not getting away this time," she hissed.
Darien quickly undid the straps on Bobby's arms and legs. "You ok man?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Bobby rushed to Marie's side. He undid her binds and shook her gently. "Marie, baby, come on," he coaxed her.
Her skin was so pale and too warm.
"Give me the antidote now!" Bobby shouted as he walked over to Stark.
Stark reached into his pocket for the syringe and hissed as he cut his finger on the broken glass.
Bobby paled when he saw the liquid stain on Stark's pocket and the cut finger confirming his fear. "You'd better tell me that wasn't the only sample of antidote," he raged.
Darien stood over by Marie letting everything sink in. "Antidote? What did you do, Stark?"
Alex trained her gun on Stark's head. "You should start talking before I put a bullet in your brain."
Stark gave both Alex and Bobby a sideways glance. "If you kill me then you won't get the antidote at all. I'd say we should compromise, my life for hers," he offered.
Bobby had just about enough of his crap. He lunged forward and kicked Stark in the stomach, hard. He kicked him twice more before Darien finally pulled him off.
"Let me go! Damnit!" Bobby struggled in Darien's grasp.
"You tell us right now Stark, or I let him finish what he started," Darien snapped.
Stark stared at Darien for a moment. He could see that he wasn't bluffing about letting Hobbes kill him. "Second drawer to the left," he coughed.
Alex backed up slowly not letting Stark out of her sight. She kept her gun pointed at him and opened the drawer reaching inside. She pulled out a vial filled with the purple liquid Bobby had seen earlier.
"How can we be sure that's not poison?" Darien asked.
"I know a way," Alex smiled. She took two syringes and put a small amount in the first one. She walked over to Stark and brought the needle to his neck.
Stark sat perfectly still as she moved to inject him. He winced as the needle was inserted, but other than the pain of the needle breaking the skin he seemed ok.
Darien relaxed his grip on Bobby and Alex handed Bobby the second syringe filled with the liquid.
Bobby went back to Marie and gave her the antidote. He cradled her in his arms the tears flowing freely now.
After a few minutes Marie still hadn't woken up. "Why isn't she awake yet?" Darien snarled at Stark.
"It takes time," he answered.
Before anyone could comment again Stark's men entered the room guns raised.
TBC...
Feedback is welcome...
