Disclaimers in Part 1....authors Da Peanut Butter (I_Woman),
LithiumBorg (M&Ms - MiamiMomma), and InvisioBorg/Da Chocolate (Alli)
A New Breed
Ah...you kinda still need your rope.... *evil fish/borg grin*
Chapter 8
Stark watched as the door slowly opened then closed. He felt a
coldness around him and then near his hands, "Fawkes?"
"Yeah, keep your voice down. When I tell you to, pull your hands
apart." Darien coated Stark's ropes with quicksilver, "Now this is
really going to be cold."
Stark gasped at the sudden coldness, "So this is what it feels like,
how interesting."
"Yeah, whatever, now pull your hands apart."
Stark pulled and was surprised at how easy the ropes broke. He stood
up and talked to thin air, "Why, Fawkes?"
"No time for question and answer session. I'm going to quicksilver
you and you need to be quiet or this great escape won't be so great."
Stark nodded and felt Darien's cold hand on him. His world went
monochrome in an instant. Darien was nothing but a golden orange
glow, "Amazing."
"Welcome to my world. As long as I keep contact you'll stay
invisible, but they can still hear us." Darien lead Stark out the
door and they got as far as the stairs when Lynch came around the
corner. Darien held on to Stark's arm and he whispered, "Come on."
Lynch gazed around the room with hungry eyes. He didn't like it that
his prey got away so easily. Like pictures flashing in his mind, he
saw Darien and Stark near the stairs, but there was no one there when
he looked at the stairs. He closed his eyes and tried to focus with
his mind, like Lewis taught him to do. Lynch heard the foot steps on
the metal steps, but still could only sense the two men
Stark wanted to run, but Darien knew that the steps would make too
much noise if they ran down them. Darien was beginning to second
guess his decision to go back for Stark.
Lynch smiled as he said, "I know you two are going down those stairs,
why I can't see you with my eyes is something I would like to find
out." He brought out his gun, raised it and took aim.
Darien turned his head and saw the gun, "Oh, crap.run!" Darien
dragged Stark down the stairs, clanging noises gave their position
away, but that didn't matter. Some how Lynch knew where they were and
he wasn't wearing thermals.
Lynch fired his weapon and heard a human voice gasp as the bullet
found its target. Lynch walked to the steps and went down; he knew he
hit one of them. As he walked down the steps something caught his
eye. He bent down and stared as a small puddle of blood appeared from
silver flakes.
"What do you see?" Lewis asked when he saw Lynch bent over.
"Blood, I shot one of them, but I don't know which one."
"How can you not know which one you shot?" Lewis came down the steps
and followed Lynch who was following a trail of blood.
Lynch stopped and looked up, "Cause, they're invisible." Lynch
pointed ahead of him and Lewis watched as blood starting appearing on
the steps below them and then on the floor.
"Fascinating." Lewis pulled out the capped empty syringe and half
leered, "This was meant for Dr. Tate, but." Lewis watched as Lynch
followed the trail of blood.
*******************************
Hobbes and Tom raced towards the warehouse district. The two men were
quiet most of the way. Tom could see the determination on Hobbes face
to save his partner. Humans cared for each other, generally and would
even put their lives on the line for each other. For a brief moment,
Tom was human, thanks to Ed's serum. He felt the emotions that
humans feel and deep down inside he always knew that in that sense,
he was jealous of humans. Tom sensed the urgency in Hobbes' voice
back at the Chrysalis hide out. He said that he was supposed to
protect Fawkes, but why? What is it about Agent Fawkes that's so
different and would need a hired protector? Tom figured that by the
time the day was over, he would know. His main concern was finding
the missing men alive.
"You know, it's hard for me grasped this whole Dominant business. I
like a good science fiction story any day, but this."
Tom interrupted Hobbes, "The Invisible Man is a science fiction
story, Agent Hobbes. This is not a story."
Hobbes nearly burst out in laughter at Tom's comment, "I've seen some
strange things since joining the agency and Bobby Hobbes has an open
mind, my friend," said Hobbes wagging his finger in the air. "But
this stuff about man evolving again after so many thousands of years.
tough to bite into, you know what I'm saying?"
Tom only nodded in agreement. It was then that Tom realized that he
too was keeping a secret from Agent Hobbes, the secret to his real
identity.
***********************************
Ed checked out his new digs. Arnaud had him moved to another cell
since he tossed his cookies after his near surgery. His new room was
located closer to where he was almost "de-gland".
"Well, at least I have a cot." Ed bounced on the cot to check the
condition of it. He flinched when he heard shouting. He got up,
walked over to the door and pressed his ear to the door, listening
intently to what the voices were saying. It was a confrontation;
someone disagreed with the lab results on the cloned gland from
Chrysalis. Ed leaned back from the door in deep thought, `Cloned
gland? Chrysalis? What is he going to do with a gland and a cocoon?
This sounds like invasion of the body snatchers.'
Ed leaned forward again and pressed his ear against the door, `All
quiet. Well I guess they settled their.' His thought was interrupted
when a shot rang out. Ed jumped back from the door stunned. "What
the." But before Ed could finish his sentence, he heard heavy
footsteps in the corridor that stopped in front of his room.
"Open it!" Arnaud yelled at the guards. They quickly moved to open
the door. Ed glanced down and caught sight of the locks starting to
move.
"Oh great, here we go again." Ed said nervously as he backed away
from the door.
Arnaud became inpatient with the guard, and before the he could open
the door, Arnaud kicked it open.
Ed jumped back, "Déjà vu."
Arnaud walked up to Ed, "One of my colleagues was a little careless
with one of my experiments, so I had to discharge him."
"You mean `discharge' a bullet in him," said Ed as Arnaud stood in
front of him.
"Oui Monsieur, it's barbaric I know, but I do get my point across.
And since he was the last of my "scientific-minded" colleagues, my
staff is a little short-handed. So, Mr. Tate, would you care to
join me in the lab."
"Why should I help you?" Ed just couldn't wait to see what he was
getting himself into. He hoped that he wasn't in the hands of another
Dr. Copeland.
Arnaud walked behind Ed and whispered in his ear, "Because if you
don't, I'll just discharge you right now." Arnaud cocked his gun.
Ed glared at Arnaud, "No sense arguing with you." The guards took
hold of Ed and they walked down the corridor towards the lab.
*******************************
Darien's breathing became labored. Stark knew that something was
wrong with him. They were able to make out of the building and were
now standing in an alley. Stark could tell that they were in between
massive buildings. He urged Darien to keep moving, "Come on, Fawkes.
we have to find a phone."
"Yeah, so you can tell your people where to pick us up and then you
can have a harvesting party. I don't think so," Darien huffed out his
words. It took all the strength he had to keep concentrating on the
gland. They're only hope to escape was invisibility.
"You don't think that I would allow you to call your people," Stark
said as a statement rather than a question. Of course he had all
intentions of calling his own people. He knew that Darien was injured
and this would be his best chance to get the gland.
"I guess then we have a stale mate, my friend." Darien didn't know
how bad he was hurt. All he knew was that his left shoulder was
searing in pain. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep the
quicksilver flowing, "We need to hide, I don't know how much longer."
Darien collapsed on his knees.
"Fawkes!...Come on," Stark tried to pull Darien up, "We have to keep
moving."
Darien struggled to stand on unstable legs, "You're loving this
aren't you?" Darien panted out.
"Only if we get away and then you can explain who those people are."
Stark grabbed Darien's right arm and flung it over his shoulder to
help him walk. He only needed Darien to get them far enough away and
then he would make his call. Darien was literally in his clutches and
he wasn't about to lose this opportunity.
Lynch ran out of the building and glanced around. They had to be
close, one of them is injured so they can't move that fast. There was
a larger spot of blood on the ground, `They must have stopped here to
rest,' Lynch thought to himself and waited for the trail to show up
again.
It didn't take long and Lynch was on the move again, smiling like the
predator that he is. He followed the trail in between the nearly
burnt out buildings. No need to run, the first rule of following
injured prey is to let them wear themselves out. He would catch up to
them soon enough and only one will fight and that won't be much of a
fight at all.
Stark opened up a door and half dragged Darien inside. It must have
been a cold storage warehouse. There were doors that resembled huge
freezers. `Perfect,' Stark thought to himself, `All I have to do is
lock up Darien in one of these and I can get help.'
Stark helped Darien towards one of the empty freezer compartments,
but before they could reach it, Darien's legs gave out and he
collapsed on the floor. The quicksilver shook off of them, exposing
them to the open. Darien's jacket was peeled back so Stark could
check him and he saw the bright red stain on his grey shirt, "You've
been shot."
"That's an understatement. Did the bullet go through?" Darien winced
as Stark pulled the blood soaked shirt away from Darien's body.
"Yes, it went in through the back and out the front. We need to stop
the bleeding," Stark started to tear away a part of his shirt when
Darien stopped him.
"Didn't know you cared; besides I have that covered. Give me
something to bite on, cause this is really going to hurt."
Stark took off Darien's jacket and rolled up the sleeve and stuck
that in Darien's mouth. He watched as Darien's hand disappeared.
Darien's shirt tented outward and Stark figured that Darien stuck his
hand inside his shirt. He was going to use the coldness of
quicksilver to stop the bleeding. Darien's screams were muffled with
the jacket sleeve in his mouth, but his idea appeared to be working.
The bleeding had stopped momentarily.
"It worked," Stark said wondering how Darien was still conscious.
Darien took out the impromptu mouth gag, "Well, I'm not done yet. I
have." Pain shot through Darien's body and he curled up into a ball
clutching his stomach, "Aughhhh!"
"Fawkes.Fawkes!" Stark watched as Darien's face showed immense
pain. "What's wrong?"
"Ohhh.make it stop!" Darien panted out his words.
"I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong." Stark felt
Darien's body relax, "You okay?"
Darien glared up at Stark, "You're sudden concern for my well being
is way out of character for you, unless of course you have some
hidden agenda."
"Look, you're my only chance of getting out of this alive. When we
do, we can go back to being enemies, but right now, we need each
other." Stark helped Darien to sit up, "You're still bleeding in the
back and what just happened?"
"I don't know, I feel sick," Darien looked into Stark's eyes, "You
don't think the bullet had some kind of poison on it do you?"
"Not sure, they wanted us alive, why kill us now?"
"Well, I'm not Ed Tate and they know that now." Darien put the jacket
sleeve back in his mouth and gave Stark one last look. He knew that
this was it. Darien already felt his head spinning and knew that he
was about to pass out. The twinkle in Stark's eyes were there and
Darien knew that he was in trouble, but he would rather take his
chances with Stark then bleed to death or worse, end up in Lynch's
hands again. Darien repeated the performance; his head flew back as
the feeling of frostbite sank its teeth into his nerves. He fell
forward and passed out in the arms of Stark.
"All too easy, not the way I planned it, but I'll take a victory
anyway I can get it," Stark put Darien down on the floor and stood
up. That's when he noticed the blood; his eye twitched that nervous
dance. They could be easily followed and the trail of blood led the
way. He had to think fast, Lynch could come in at any moment. Stark
scooped up Darien, hooking his arms under Darien's arms and dragged
him across the floor to another freezer.
Lynch was slowly making his way down the alley when the trail of
blood suddenly stopped at a door to another building. He let out a
huff and walked inside.
*****************************
Tom grabbed Hobbes arm, "Stop!!!" He glanced around the different
buildings.
"What?" Hobbes asked looking strangely at Tom.
Tom held up his hand, "Hold on," Tom paused and then pointed down an
alley, "Turn here."
"Are you sure, how do you know?"
"Trust me, Agent Hobbes, I know."
TBC.....
******
*hang on to your lab monkees and oatmeal cookies....*
LithiumBorg (M&Ms - MiamiMomma), and InvisioBorg/Da Chocolate (Alli)
A New Breed
Ah...you kinda still need your rope.... *evil fish/borg grin*
Chapter 8
Stark watched as the door slowly opened then closed. He felt a
coldness around him and then near his hands, "Fawkes?"
"Yeah, keep your voice down. When I tell you to, pull your hands
apart." Darien coated Stark's ropes with quicksilver, "Now this is
really going to be cold."
Stark gasped at the sudden coldness, "So this is what it feels like,
how interesting."
"Yeah, whatever, now pull your hands apart."
Stark pulled and was surprised at how easy the ropes broke. He stood
up and talked to thin air, "Why, Fawkes?"
"No time for question and answer session. I'm going to quicksilver
you and you need to be quiet or this great escape won't be so great."
Stark nodded and felt Darien's cold hand on him. His world went
monochrome in an instant. Darien was nothing but a golden orange
glow, "Amazing."
"Welcome to my world. As long as I keep contact you'll stay
invisible, but they can still hear us." Darien lead Stark out the
door and they got as far as the stairs when Lynch came around the
corner. Darien held on to Stark's arm and he whispered, "Come on."
Lynch gazed around the room with hungry eyes. He didn't like it that
his prey got away so easily. Like pictures flashing in his mind, he
saw Darien and Stark near the stairs, but there was no one there when
he looked at the stairs. He closed his eyes and tried to focus with
his mind, like Lewis taught him to do. Lynch heard the foot steps on
the metal steps, but still could only sense the two men
Stark wanted to run, but Darien knew that the steps would make too
much noise if they ran down them. Darien was beginning to second
guess his decision to go back for Stark.
Lynch smiled as he said, "I know you two are going down those stairs,
why I can't see you with my eyes is something I would like to find
out." He brought out his gun, raised it and took aim.
Darien turned his head and saw the gun, "Oh, crap.run!" Darien
dragged Stark down the stairs, clanging noises gave their position
away, but that didn't matter. Some how Lynch knew where they were and
he wasn't wearing thermals.
Lynch fired his weapon and heard a human voice gasp as the bullet
found its target. Lynch walked to the steps and went down; he knew he
hit one of them. As he walked down the steps something caught his
eye. He bent down and stared as a small puddle of blood appeared from
silver flakes.
"What do you see?" Lewis asked when he saw Lynch bent over.
"Blood, I shot one of them, but I don't know which one."
"How can you not know which one you shot?" Lewis came down the steps
and followed Lynch who was following a trail of blood.
Lynch stopped and looked up, "Cause, they're invisible." Lynch
pointed ahead of him and Lewis watched as blood starting appearing on
the steps below them and then on the floor.
"Fascinating." Lewis pulled out the capped empty syringe and half
leered, "This was meant for Dr. Tate, but." Lewis watched as Lynch
followed the trail of blood.
*******************************
Hobbes and Tom raced towards the warehouse district. The two men were
quiet most of the way. Tom could see the determination on Hobbes face
to save his partner. Humans cared for each other, generally and would
even put their lives on the line for each other. For a brief moment,
Tom was human, thanks to Ed's serum. He felt the emotions that
humans feel and deep down inside he always knew that in that sense,
he was jealous of humans. Tom sensed the urgency in Hobbes' voice
back at the Chrysalis hide out. He said that he was supposed to
protect Fawkes, but why? What is it about Agent Fawkes that's so
different and would need a hired protector? Tom figured that by the
time the day was over, he would know. His main concern was finding
the missing men alive.
"You know, it's hard for me grasped this whole Dominant business. I
like a good science fiction story any day, but this."
Tom interrupted Hobbes, "The Invisible Man is a science fiction
story, Agent Hobbes. This is not a story."
Hobbes nearly burst out in laughter at Tom's comment, "I've seen some
strange things since joining the agency and Bobby Hobbes has an open
mind, my friend," said Hobbes wagging his finger in the air. "But
this stuff about man evolving again after so many thousands of years.
tough to bite into, you know what I'm saying?"
Tom only nodded in agreement. It was then that Tom realized that he
too was keeping a secret from Agent Hobbes, the secret to his real
identity.
***********************************
Ed checked out his new digs. Arnaud had him moved to another cell
since he tossed his cookies after his near surgery. His new room was
located closer to where he was almost "de-gland".
"Well, at least I have a cot." Ed bounced on the cot to check the
condition of it. He flinched when he heard shouting. He got up,
walked over to the door and pressed his ear to the door, listening
intently to what the voices were saying. It was a confrontation;
someone disagreed with the lab results on the cloned gland from
Chrysalis. Ed leaned back from the door in deep thought, `Cloned
gland? Chrysalis? What is he going to do with a gland and a cocoon?
This sounds like invasion of the body snatchers.'
Ed leaned forward again and pressed his ear against the door, `All
quiet. Well I guess they settled their.' His thought was interrupted
when a shot rang out. Ed jumped back from the door stunned. "What
the." But before Ed could finish his sentence, he heard heavy
footsteps in the corridor that stopped in front of his room.
"Open it!" Arnaud yelled at the guards. They quickly moved to open
the door. Ed glanced down and caught sight of the locks starting to
move.
"Oh great, here we go again." Ed said nervously as he backed away
from the door.
Arnaud became inpatient with the guard, and before the he could open
the door, Arnaud kicked it open.
Ed jumped back, "Déjà vu."
Arnaud walked up to Ed, "One of my colleagues was a little careless
with one of my experiments, so I had to discharge him."
"You mean `discharge' a bullet in him," said Ed as Arnaud stood in
front of him.
"Oui Monsieur, it's barbaric I know, but I do get my point across.
And since he was the last of my "scientific-minded" colleagues, my
staff is a little short-handed. So, Mr. Tate, would you care to
join me in the lab."
"Why should I help you?" Ed just couldn't wait to see what he was
getting himself into. He hoped that he wasn't in the hands of another
Dr. Copeland.
Arnaud walked behind Ed and whispered in his ear, "Because if you
don't, I'll just discharge you right now." Arnaud cocked his gun.
Ed glared at Arnaud, "No sense arguing with you." The guards took
hold of Ed and they walked down the corridor towards the lab.
*******************************
Darien's breathing became labored. Stark knew that something was
wrong with him. They were able to make out of the building and were
now standing in an alley. Stark could tell that they were in between
massive buildings. He urged Darien to keep moving, "Come on, Fawkes.
we have to find a phone."
"Yeah, so you can tell your people where to pick us up and then you
can have a harvesting party. I don't think so," Darien huffed out his
words. It took all the strength he had to keep concentrating on the
gland. They're only hope to escape was invisibility.
"You don't think that I would allow you to call your people," Stark
said as a statement rather than a question. Of course he had all
intentions of calling his own people. He knew that Darien was injured
and this would be his best chance to get the gland.
"I guess then we have a stale mate, my friend." Darien didn't know
how bad he was hurt. All he knew was that his left shoulder was
searing in pain. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep the
quicksilver flowing, "We need to hide, I don't know how much longer."
Darien collapsed on his knees.
"Fawkes!...Come on," Stark tried to pull Darien up, "We have to keep
moving."
Darien struggled to stand on unstable legs, "You're loving this
aren't you?" Darien panted out.
"Only if we get away and then you can explain who those people are."
Stark grabbed Darien's right arm and flung it over his shoulder to
help him walk. He only needed Darien to get them far enough away and
then he would make his call. Darien was literally in his clutches and
he wasn't about to lose this opportunity.
Lynch ran out of the building and glanced around. They had to be
close, one of them is injured so they can't move that fast. There was
a larger spot of blood on the ground, `They must have stopped here to
rest,' Lynch thought to himself and waited for the trail to show up
again.
It didn't take long and Lynch was on the move again, smiling like the
predator that he is. He followed the trail in between the nearly
burnt out buildings. No need to run, the first rule of following
injured prey is to let them wear themselves out. He would catch up to
them soon enough and only one will fight and that won't be much of a
fight at all.
Stark opened up a door and half dragged Darien inside. It must have
been a cold storage warehouse. There were doors that resembled huge
freezers. `Perfect,' Stark thought to himself, `All I have to do is
lock up Darien in one of these and I can get help.'
Stark helped Darien towards one of the empty freezer compartments,
but before they could reach it, Darien's legs gave out and he
collapsed on the floor. The quicksilver shook off of them, exposing
them to the open. Darien's jacket was peeled back so Stark could
check him and he saw the bright red stain on his grey shirt, "You've
been shot."
"That's an understatement. Did the bullet go through?" Darien winced
as Stark pulled the blood soaked shirt away from Darien's body.
"Yes, it went in through the back and out the front. We need to stop
the bleeding," Stark started to tear away a part of his shirt when
Darien stopped him.
"Didn't know you cared; besides I have that covered. Give me
something to bite on, cause this is really going to hurt."
Stark took off Darien's jacket and rolled up the sleeve and stuck
that in Darien's mouth. He watched as Darien's hand disappeared.
Darien's shirt tented outward and Stark figured that Darien stuck his
hand inside his shirt. He was going to use the coldness of
quicksilver to stop the bleeding. Darien's screams were muffled with
the jacket sleeve in his mouth, but his idea appeared to be working.
The bleeding had stopped momentarily.
"It worked," Stark said wondering how Darien was still conscious.
Darien took out the impromptu mouth gag, "Well, I'm not done yet. I
have." Pain shot through Darien's body and he curled up into a ball
clutching his stomach, "Aughhhh!"
"Fawkes.Fawkes!" Stark watched as Darien's face showed immense
pain. "What's wrong?"
"Ohhh.make it stop!" Darien panted out his words.
"I can't help you unless you tell me what's wrong." Stark felt
Darien's body relax, "You okay?"
Darien glared up at Stark, "You're sudden concern for my well being
is way out of character for you, unless of course you have some
hidden agenda."
"Look, you're my only chance of getting out of this alive. When we
do, we can go back to being enemies, but right now, we need each
other." Stark helped Darien to sit up, "You're still bleeding in the
back and what just happened?"
"I don't know, I feel sick," Darien looked into Stark's eyes, "You
don't think the bullet had some kind of poison on it do you?"
"Not sure, they wanted us alive, why kill us now?"
"Well, I'm not Ed Tate and they know that now." Darien put the jacket
sleeve back in his mouth and gave Stark one last look. He knew that
this was it. Darien already felt his head spinning and knew that he
was about to pass out. The twinkle in Stark's eyes were there and
Darien knew that he was in trouble, but he would rather take his
chances with Stark then bleed to death or worse, end up in Lynch's
hands again. Darien repeated the performance; his head flew back as
the feeling of frostbite sank its teeth into his nerves. He fell
forward and passed out in the arms of Stark.
"All too easy, not the way I planned it, but I'll take a victory
anyway I can get it," Stark put Darien down on the floor and stood
up. That's when he noticed the blood; his eye twitched that nervous
dance. They could be easily followed and the trail of blood led the
way. He had to think fast, Lynch could come in at any moment. Stark
scooped up Darien, hooking his arms under Darien's arms and dragged
him across the floor to another freezer.
Lynch was slowly making his way down the alley when the trail of
blood suddenly stopped at a door to another building. He let out a
huff and walked inside.
*****************************
Tom grabbed Hobbes arm, "Stop!!!" He glanced around the different
buildings.
"What?" Hobbes asked looking strangely at Tom.
Tom held up his hand, "Hold on," Tom paused and then pointed down an
alley, "Turn here."
"Are you sure, how do you know?"
"Trust me, Agent Hobbes, I know."
TBC.....
******
*hang on to your lab monkees and oatmeal cookies....*