DS#10 Storms of Quicksilver (7/?)
By Carol M.
See prologue for details
Note: Well, I managed to make it through graduation without falling on my booty. Thanks for all the well wishes, and thanks for all the feedback and reviews for this story. Enjoy the next part!
Jason sprinted through the forest as quickly as he possibly could, taking in gulping mouthfuls of air as he ran. He could feel the hate and anger coursing through his veins and all he wanted to do was pummel someone with his fists and body until they were dead. That someone was Darien Fawkes.
He could see the cabin in the distance and the knowledge that he was close to his goal sent a surge of adrenaline through him that erased any fatigue or pain. He was a one man killing machine now. A terminator.
He dashed towards the side of the cabin where he had left Darien and growled in anger when he saw the bloody spot was empty. "Where are you, Fawkes?" he called out in anger.
"Right here," was the response that came from behind him. Jason turned around and saw the golden glow of Darien standing before him. Darien unquicksilvered his eyes and red bloody orbs greeted Jason as he unquicksilvered his own silver eyes.
"Nice," said Darien as his eyes turned from red to silver. "Looks like we're finally seeing eye to eye."
"That we are," said Jason as he dived into Darien. He took them through the broken window into the cabin, sending them both crashing to the floor. They both recovered quickly and began trading punches, spraying the floor of the cabin with blood.
Darien got Jason in a chokehold and began bashing his head against the wall, causing Jason to scream in anger. Jason extended his arm and placed an excruciating blow to Darien's groin, sending him gasping to the floor. He took the opportunity and stood up as he began to kick Darien as hard as he could in the stomach. "This is how it ends, Fawkes. I'm going to keep going until you're a broken dead puddle on the floor," he said as he drove Darien into the opposite wall with the force of his kicks.
"Maybe not," gasped Darien as he grabbed a hold of Jason's foot and lifted it up, causing Jason to fall harshly onto his back. "Don't underestimate me, you son of a bitch," said Darien as he started stamping his foot down on Jason's chest and back as hard as possible.
"Ditto," said Jason as he brought his foot up and connected it with Darien's knee. There was an audible pop and Darien fell to the floor, staring at his mangled limb.
"That wasn't very nice," said Darien as he gazed up at Jason's blue twinkling form. He spotted Katie's razor out of the corner of his eye and quickly palmed it. Then he drove the razor into Jason's own knee, sending him to the floor howling in anger and pain. "Two can play that game," said Darien smugly.
Jason recovered and dived at Darien, grabbing his neck, which effectively knocked the quicksilver off of Darien. He squeezed as hard as he could, hopping to pop the gland and the brains out of Darien's head.
Darien choked and gasped, unable to get any air into his lungs. He began to see stars in front of his eyes and was about to pass out when he heard the sound of a gun cocking from somewhere out of his line of sight.
"Drop him, Sullivan," he heard the distinctive voice of Bobby's Hobbes say in a firm voice.
Jason let go of Darien's neck and began to laugh hysterically. He turned around and saw Bobby and Arnaud both staring at him, Bobby with thermal goggles and a gun pointed at him and Arnaud with his eyes quicksilvered.
"It's over," said Bobby. "You're going back," he said as he quickly glanced down at Darien and noticed the silver eyes staring back at him.
"No he's not," declared Darien in a voice filled with rage as he suddenly quicksilvered his eyes, lunged up and dived into Jason.
Jason was ready for the attack however and managed to get his hands on the razor. As Darien's hands encircled his throat, he pulled out the razor from his hand and began stabbing Darien's torso as hard as he could.
Darien cried out, but refused to let go of Jason's throat. He pounded Jason's head into the floor as hard as he could, knocking his fellow silver-eyed friend into semi-unconscious.
"Fawkes, let him go," said Bobby as he came up behind him with Arnaud attached at the wrist.
Darien lunged back and knocked Bobby off of him, causing both Bobby and Arnaud to fall back against the floor. Bobby smacked his head against the wall and fell into unconsciousness, while Arnaud managed to survive the fall unscathed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the vials of counteragent and the syringe. He quickly filled the syringe with the black counteragent and stood up, dragging Bobby's prone body with him.
"Fawkes," he called out.
Darien looked up and Arnaud took his opening, stabbing the contents into Darien's neck. Darien stiffened for a second and then fell off of Jason in a fit of convulsions, knocking his tortured body around the floor.
Arnaud played around with his handcuffs and tried slipping a hand through. He sighed in surprise when the idea worked and his hand effortlessly slid through the handcuffs that had attached him to Bobby for so long. He stood up and quicksilvered Bobby's hand, pulling the handcuff off of Bobby's wrist as well. Then he walked to Sullivan and grabbed his hands, cuffing them behind his back. He then stepped back to Bobby and grabbed his gun, training it at Jason. "Doctor, it's safe," called out Arnaud.
Claire and Katie quickly entered the cabin, only to be surprised by Darien's body popping off the floor, his silver eyes still glowing. "No it's not," he said as he lunged at Arnaud.
"Fawkes," cried out Arnaud as Darien put him in a chokehold. Arnaud kicked up and made a firm connection with Darien's groin, sending him back against the floor.
"Did you give him the shot?" Claire cried out in concern as she shoved Katie towards the door.
Darien turned around and smiled at her. "Oh yeah, he gave me the shot," he said in a cool voice as he slowly stood up and started walking towards her.
Claire started to back up towards the door. "Darien no," said Claire as her back hit the wall.
Darien heard a gun cocking behind his back. "Fawkes, stop," said Arnaud as he pointed the gun at Darien's head.
Darien snorted and turned around, knocking the gun out of Arnaud's hand and sending Arnaud to the floor in a daze. Then he turned back around and swiftly stepped to Claire, pulling her body down to the floor. "Darien!" shouted Claire in a panic.
Darien felt someone start to hit him softly on the back. He turned around and saw Katie lightly pounding him with her fists. "Get off of mommy!" shouted Katie.
Darien coiled his hand into a fist. "Stop it, you little bitch!" he screamed as he punched her in the face, sending her flying across the floor.
"Don't you hurt her!" yelled Claire as she started kicking at Darien's stomach. "This isn't you! This isn't you!" she screamed as Darien turned back to her and began to choke her with every ounce of power he had.
Claire began to gasp and choke as her air was completely cut off. Tears began running down her face as she realized she was going to be killed by her own husband. She was about to black out when she suddenly heard a strangled cry from above her. She looked up and saw that Darien's eyes had turned from silver to red. He gazed down at her and realization seemed to hit him in the face like a Mac truck. He let go of her neck and instantly backed away from her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered repeatedly as Claire began to gasp for air. "Kates," said Darien uncertainly as he glanced over at his daughter and saw her rubbing at her eye, which was already forming a nasty bruise. "Guys, I'm sorry," he said as his eyes started to well up with tears.
Arnaud snorted. "Save the tears, Fawkes, we've got…Aw crap," he said as he glanced over at Jason and saw that all that was left of him was a pair of broken handcuffs. "Fawkes, he's gone."
Darien quicksilvered his eyes and looked around the room, not seeing anything. "He's not here."
"Think again," said Jason out of mid air as he grabbed a hold of Darien's body and began smashing him against the wall.
Darien, whose strength and adrenaline was rapidly leaving him, lacked the energy to put up a fight. He was banged mercilessly against the wall, feeling his already abused bones and muscles break and tear. Within a few short minutes, the effects of the counteragent coupled with the effects of the beating took their toll and Darien slumped to the floor in unconsciousness.
Jason smiled and let his quicksilver drop. He stepped aside for a moment, eyeing the others in the room.
Katie quickly crawled over to Darien's bloody form, while Claire starting sobbing in anger, fear and pain. Arnaud stared up at Jason with a grim look on his face, while Bobby groaned and began to regain consciousness.
"Looks like the time has come to finally say goodbye," said Jason dramatically as he stepped over Darien and pulled out Bobby's gun, which he had picked up off the floor.
Katie crawled on top of Darien and positioned her body over his, trying to protect him from Jason's fists and bullets. "Don't hurt my daddy anymore," she cried out.
"He hurt you," countered Jason, nodding at her eye.
"That wasn't him," said Katie simply.
"Keep telling yourself that, kid," said Jason.
As Arnaud watched the exchange take place, he noticed Bobby struggling to reach something in his pants leg, but the pain and dizziness from his injury wasn't allowing him to get to it. Arnaud glanced down at the pants leg and saw what looked like a gun sticking out.
"Don't kill my husband," cried out Claire suddenly, causing everyone in the room to turn to her in surprise. "Please," she whispered softly.
"Sorry," replied Jason. "I didn't get the chance to prevent you people from killing my brother. Sucks how life works out sometimes, doesn't it?"
"Please," pleaded Claire once more.
Jason shook his head. "No," he said firmly as he pointed the gun at Darien's head. Katie scrambled upwards to protect her dad's body.
"No, please, please don't kill him," she cried out as she spread her body out to protect Darien's.
"Guess you're gonna go with him, kid," he said as he put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire.
At that instant, everything seemed go in slow motion. Claire put her hands over her eyes and started to scream. Bobby struggled once again to reach his gun, but couldn't quite pull it off. Katie began to sob hysterically as her short life began to flash before her eyes. She grabbed Darien and buried her head against his chest, ready to leave this life with her daddy.
And suddenly, the sound of gunshots filled the air. One after another. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Claire couldn't bear to watch and quickly turned her head, trying to block the awful sound out of her mind. Bobby, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off of the scene unfolding before him and stared forward as if he were watching a train wreck.
Moments later, Jason Sullivan lay on the floor in a pool of blood, his brains leaking out from his head, the gland peaking out from some of the bloody debris. His eyes slowly changed from silver then to red and finally back to his normal blue eye color. He gasped for air and then his eyes slowly drifted shut.
Standing over him was Arnaud, the gun from Bobby's pants leg still smoking in his hand. He let out a deep breath and then dropped the gun to the floor, the loud sound interrupting the utter silence that had pervaded the cabin.
TBC