A New Breed
Authors: Da PeanutButter (I_Woman) and Da Chocolate (Alli)
LithiumBorg (MiamiMomma) and InvisoBorg (Alli)
Fic: Crossover IMAN/Prey
Disclaimers: We do own nobody, we don't get paid nothin', so don't
sue, because we ain't got nothin'.
Thanks for the feedback...no rope needed on this part...I don't
think. *evil grin*
Chapter 5
Lynch pulled up to the abandoned warehouse Lewis was outside to greet
him. The car stopped and Lynch got out, smiling down at the occupant
in the back seat.
"Well, Lynch, how did it go?" Lewis had become very pleased with
Lynch and trusted him greatly.
"Better than expected, no trouble at all..." Lynch popped the trunk
and there was Stark still out cold. Lewis' eyes glazed over with
excitement, he finally had Jared Stark the man who would be the
Dominant's mortal enemy.
"Very good, Lynch." Lewis was about to pick up Stark when Lynch
interrupted him.
"I have a present for you, just picked up something you might like
to play with." Lynch smiled as he opened up the back door and pulled
the covering away.
Lewis was in shock, the last person he expected to see was Ed Tate,
"Where did he come from?"
"He was at Stark's. They might be working together," Lynch glared
down at *Ed*.
Lewis bent down and grabbed at Darien's hair and pulled just enough
to elicit a groan from *Ed*. He smiled, "I wonder what Tate and Stark
were working on? It'll be fun to find out."
Lynch's face lit up at the thought of what they were going to do to
these two men. He helped Lewis get *Ed* out of the car and placed
*Ed* over Lewis' shoulder. Lynch carried Stark inside. For now they
would be kept in separate rooms, isolation is the best way to break
down the weak human mind.
As Lewis carried *Ed* he sensed something different about this one
but he couldn't figure it out, maybe it was just because he was
smarter than the average person. The smart ones were the ones they
feared the most.
Darien and Stark were tied to chairs and blindfolded. When they
awoke, they had no idea where the other one was. Stark was angry with
Darien for not protecting him properly. Darien was upset at Stark for
having to protect him in the first place and getting him into this
mess.
The door to Darien's room opened making a *swoosh* sound as it
closed. He heard footsteps walking around him, "Hey, hi there,
uhmm...what do you want with me? You got Stark so I was thinking that
maybe you can let me go."
"I don't think so, Dr. Tate." Lewis breathed into Darien's ear.
"Dr. who?" Darien let out a small chuckle, "That was good...did you
get it...Dr. Who."
"I'm not in the mood for games. That's the problem with you
humans...always wanting to play games."
Lewis' breath was hot on Darien's face. He gave a slight tug on his
restraints, "Yeah, well, with the way I'm tied up here. I'd have to
wonder what kind of games you're in the mood for; you know what I'm
saying."
"Do you always talk this much?"
Darien nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I do you know...talk a lot...I'm
actually proud of myself, you know. Yeah, I'm such a kidder."
Lewis grabbed Darien's throat and squeezed just enough to make it
difficult for him to breathe, "Shut up! Or I'll squeeze the life out
of you."
Darien nodded and when Lewis let him go he gasped for air. "That's a
good man. Now, I know about Stark and his plans for genetically
altering the human race. But what I'm trying to figure out is how you
are involved? How are you helping Stark?"
"What? Me, help Stark?" a small chuckle escaped the childlike grin
Darien had on his face, "No, I was sent to protect him. I don't
exactly have a good relationship with Stark."
"Protecting someone that disgusts you?" said Lewis as he ran his hand
through Darien's hair. "How noble of you," this was more of a
statement than a question from Lewis.
Darien jerked his head, "Hey, leave the hair alone. Besides, me
protecting Stark has nothing to do with nobility you know what I'm
saying, it's my job. Well, at least it was."
Lewis grabbed a handful of Darien's hair and pulled his head
back, "Why would a scientist like yourself be sent to protect Stark?
What game are you playing with me Dr. Tate?"
Darien's eyes watered, it felt like a ton of hair was being pulled
from their roots, "I'm not playing any games...I'm not..." A warning
signal went off in Darien's mind, 'If I tell him I'm not Tate then
he'll kill me for sure, but who's to say that he won't kill Tate. No,
he would have done that already, he wants a game then I'll give him
one.'
TBC.....
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Da PeanutButter and Da Chocolate
LithiumBorg and InvisoBorg
Authors: Da PeanutButter (I_Woman) and Da Chocolate (Alli)
LithiumBorg (MiamiMomma) and InvisoBorg (Alli)
Fic: Crossover IMAN/Prey
Disclaimers: We do own nobody, we don't get paid nothin', so don't
sue, because we ain't got nothin'.
Thanks for the feedback...no rope needed on this part...I don't
think. *evil grin*
Chapter 5
Lynch pulled up to the abandoned warehouse Lewis was outside to greet
him. The car stopped and Lynch got out, smiling down at the occupant
in the back seat.
"Well, Lynch, how did it go?" Lewis had become very pleased with
Lynch and trusted him greatly.
"Better than expected, no trouble at all..." Lynch popped the trunk
and there was Stark still out cold. Lewis' eyes glazed over with
excitement, he finally had Jared Stark the man who would be the
Dominant's mortal enemy.
"Very good, Lynch." Lewis was about to pick up Stark when Lynch
interrupted him.
"I have a present for you, just picked up something you might like
to play with." Lynch smiled as he opened up the back door and pulled
the covering away.
Lewis was in shock, the last person he expected to see was Ed Tate,
"Where did he come from?"
"He was at Stark's. They might be working together," Lynch glared
down at *Ed*.
Lewis bent down and grabbed at Darien's hair and pulled just enough
to elicit a groan from *Ed*. He smiled, "I wonder what Tate and Stark
were working on? It'll be fun to find out."
Lynch's face lit up at the thought of what they were going to do to
these two men. He helped Lewis get *Ed* out of the car and placed
*Ed* over Lewis' shoulder. Lynch carried Stark inside. For now they
would be kept in separate rooms, isolation is the best way to break
down the weak human mind.
As Lewis carried *Ed* he sensed something different about this one
but he couldn't figure it out, maybe it was just because he was
smarter than the average person. The smart ones were the ones they
feared the most.
Darien and Stark were tied to chairs and blindfolded. When they
awoke, they had no idea where the other one was. Stark was angry with
Darien for not protecting him properly. Darien was upset at Stark for
having to protect him in the first place and getting him into this
mess.
The door to Darien's room opened making a *swoosh* sound as it
closed. He heard footsteps walking around him, "Hey, hi there,
uhmm...what do you want with me? You got Stark so I was thinking that
maybe you can let me go."
"I don't think so, Dr. Tate." Lewis breathed into Darien's ear.
"Dr. who?" Darien let out a small chuckle, "That was good...did you
get it...Dr. Who."
"I'm not in the mood for games. That's the problem with you
humans...always wanting to play games."
Lewis' breath was hot on Darien's face. He gave a slight tug on his
restraints, "Yeah, well, with the way I'm tied up here. I'd have to
wonder what kind of games you're in the mood for; you know what I'm
saying."
"Do you always talk this much?"
Darien nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I do you know...talk a lot...I'm
actually proud of myself, you know. Yeah, I'm such a kidder."
Lewis grabbed Darien's throat and squeezed just enough to make it
difficult for him to breathe, "Shut up! Or I'll squeeze the life out
of you."
Darien nodded and when Lewis let him go he gasped for air. "That's a
good man. Now, I know about Stark and his plans for genetically
altering the human race. But what I'm trying to figure out is how you
are involved? How are you helping Stark?"
"What? Me, help Stark?" a small chuckle escaped the childlike grin
Darien had on his face, "No, I was sent to protect him. I don't
exactly have a good relationship with Stark."
"Protecting someone that disgusts you?" said Lewis as he ran his hand
through Darien's hair. "How noble of you," this was more of a
statement than a question from Lewis.
Darien jerked his head, "Hey, leave the hair alone. Besides, me
protecting Stark has nothing to do with nobility you know what I'm
saying, it's my job. Well, at least it was."
Lewis grabbed a handful of Darien's hair and pulled his head
back, "Why would a scientist like yourself be sent to protect Stark?
What game are you playing with me Dr. Tate?"
Darien's eyes watered, it felt like a ton of hair was being pulled
from their roots, "I'm not playing any games...I'm not..." A warning
signal went off in Darien's mind, 'If I tell him I'm not Tate then
he'll kill me for sure, but who's to say that he won't kill Tate. No,
he would have done that already, he wants a game then I'll give him
one.'
TBC.....
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Da PeanutButter and Da Chocolate
LithiumBorg and InvisoBorg