Hawke 07
By: Persia
Takes place right after the previous.
Onward
Leo walked back into the kitchen, and poured himself a drink, a straight shot of
Misery, a new highly potent alcoholic drink that would kill you if you had more
than one shot, that is, if you were normal. But Leo wasn't. He wasn't an X series,
but he was just as hyped up. He'd been made by Manticore, but he hadn't
stayed there, he had escaped three years ago. He was more than a genius, he
could crack any code, and predict what you're going to think. Well, at least most
of the time.
He took another long sip from his cup, knowing that Hawke would be up again in
12 hours or so. He picked up the phone on the counter, and dialed up Logan
Cale.
… "You've reached Logan," Logan said, "and Max," said Max, "and Hawke," said
Hawke, "Please leave a message after the tone. Byeeee bye!!" Hawke finished.
Hearing this, he smiled, but it vanished when the metallic beep sounded, what
would he tell her "parents"? They wouldn't want to hear this, for they thought
that she was just infertile.
"This is a friend, or acquaintance, or whatever the hell you want to call me, of
Hawke's. She's gone into heat, and I have her at my place, I'll bring her back to
you when she's out of it. She's currently sedated, so she can't talk to you, but
she's in good hands." He hung up the phone, knowing that this was not a very
pleasant message. "Hey," he said to himself, "It's not my fault they let a 16 year-
old run wild. I'm being a nice guy for taking care of her. I could have let that guy
have her, but no, Me to the rescue, as god-cursed usual." He plopped back into
his stool, and took another sip of his drink, but thought better of it half-way
through, and spit it into the sink. He needed to be sober when she woke up, and
not have a hangover.
He then walked back into the bedroom, to check on Hawke. She wasn't sleeping
well; she was sweating furiously, and she thrashed on top of the covers, trying
to pull away from the handcuffs.
He sat on the bed beside her, and stroked her hair gently, pulling the dark mass
into some kind of order out of her face. She snuggled up closer to him, a
function of her overloaded nervous system. "This is gonna be a long night," he
thought as he continued to try to pacify her.
She was thrashing, trying to get away from her. It was Renfro, trying to make
her take more meds. She was resisting, though she knew they would win.
Finally, she jabbed the needle into her arm. It didn't hurt very much, but she still
didn't like it.
And then she was in the autopsy room. Her SIC was there, sheet white on the
table after being shot. She didn't want to be doing this either. They forced a
scalpel into her hands. She took a step back, but found herself hitting a solid
wall. The room was caving in onto her-
Hawke woke up and jerked herself into a sitting position, only to be held back by
handcuffs. "Where am I? What's going on?" echoed across her face.
Leo started rubbing her arms, to try to bring her back into the present. It had
only been three hours, and he had predicted that she would be out for twelve.
Realizing that there was nothing that he could do with her hands in cuffs, he
released her hands, and rubbed her wrists where they had begun to raw.
She crawled into his lap, wanting comfort, or something, anything that he could
give her. Her brain was completely gone besides the hormones and the
adrenaline from her nightmare.
Leo gently eased her between his legs, and continued getting circulation to her
wrists, and kept her in check with his legs on top of hers. She wasn't protesting,
which worried him, was this yet another scheme that she wasn't even aware of?
AN: more cliffhangers!!!!!
By: Persia
Takes place right after the previous.
Onward
Leo walked back into the kitchen, and poured himself a drink, a straight shot of
Misery, a new highly potent alcoholic drink that would kill you if you had more
than one shot, that is, if you were normal. But Leo wasn't. He wasn't an X series,
but he was just as hyped up. He'd been made by Manticore, but he hadn't
stayed there, he had escaped three years ago. He was more than a genius, he
could crack any code, and predict what you're going to think. Well, at least most
of the time.
He took another long sip from his cup, knowing that Hawke would be up again in
12 hours or so. He picked up the phone on the counter, and dialed up Logan
Cale.
… "You've reached Logan," Logan said, "and Max," said Max, "and Hawke," said
Hawke, "Please leave a message after the tone. Byeeee bye!!" Hawke finished.
Hearing this, he smiled, but it vanished when the metallic beep sounded, what
would he tell her "parents"? They wouldn't want to hear this, for they thought
that she was just infertile.
"This is a friend, or acquaintance, or whatever the hell you want to call me, of
Hawke's. She's gone into heat, and I have her at my place, I'll bring her back to
you when she's out of it. She's currently sedated, so she can't talk to you, but
she's in good hands." He hung up the phone, knowing that this was not a very
pleasant message. "Hey," he said to himself, "It's not my fault they let a 16 year-
old run wild. I'm being a nice guy for taking care of her. I could have let that guy
have her, but no, Me to the rescue, as god-cursed usual." He plopped back into
his stool, and took another sip of his drink, but thought better of it half-way
through, and spit it into the sink. He needed to be sober when she woke up, and
not have a hangover.
He then walked back into the bedroom, to check on Hawke. She wasn't sleeping
well; she was sweating furiously, and she thrashed on top of the covers, trying
to pull away from the handcuffs.
He sat on the bed beside her, and stroked her hair gently, pulling the dark mass
into some kind of order out of her face. She snuggled up closer to him, a
function of her overloaded nervous system. "This is gonna be a long night," he
thought as he continued to try to pacify her.
She was thrashing, trying to get away from her. It was Renfro, trying to make
her take more meds. She was resisting, though she knew they would win.
Finally, she jabbed the needle into her arm. It didn't hurt very much, but she still
didn't like it.
And then she was in the autopsy room. Her SIC was there, sheet white on the
table after being shot. She didn't want to be doing this either. They forced a
scalpel into her hands. She took a step back, but found herself hitting a solid
wall. The room was caving in onto her-
Hawke woke up and jerked herself into a sitting position, only to be held back by
handcuffs. "Where am I? What's going on?" echoed across her face.
Leo started rubbing her arms, to try to bring her back into the present. It had
only been three hours, and he had predicted that she would be out for twelve.
Realizing that there was nothing that he could do with her hands in cuffs, he
released her hands, and rubbed her wrists where they had begun to raw.
She crawled into his lap, wanting comfort, or something, anything that he could
give her. Her brain was completely gone besides the hormones and the
adrenaline from her nightmare.
Leo gently eased her between his legs, and continued getting circulation to her
wrists, and kept her in check with his legs on top of hers. She wasn't protesting,
which worried him, was this yet another scheme that she wasn't even aware of?
AN: more cliffhangers!!!!!