Different Part 2
By: I am Shinigami
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.'cept my Yamaha 230cc quadsport.^_^ Pairings: definitely NOT Renee/Liam! Not sure yet though.anyway sorry for the long delay and hope you guys like. Feel free to suggest any plotline/situation you desire.
There he was, standing out side the expensively furnished lobby. The décor was a tasteful mélange of golden earth tones and rich black leather sofas, the walls adorned with renaissance-themed paintings. An embassy of sorts, where powerful or high-profile Taelon 'associates' stayed for the duration of their missions or situations that required personal expertise.
He looked at the woman he held in his arms, his mother, the one that had named him Liam. Liam had never thought to see her again; after all he had nothing and no one, nothing to give or to love. He was worthless, one of the few that could avoid the revolution of the Taelons, only because his survival depended on it. The young.man.half-breed.Kimera had tried to kill himself so many times.
Just to make the pain end, the suspense and intense fear that he couldn't control. He was alienated by everything he was and every new ability he discovered proved that. His advanced healing was proof of that.he had found a sharp switch blade, left behind after by a junkie that had OD'ed hours earlier. It never worked, his wounds and cuts always healed so quickly and all he was left with were faint scars that crisscrossed his body and gaping wounds in his mind.
The adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unnaturally loud in the uncommon stillness of the busy city. It seemed that everything slowed as he walked forward, inwardly he both cursed and celebrated his recklessness, reveling in the life that flowed through his blood, mixed and tainted. This was why he risked everything so often, just for this feeling, these unique moments during which he didn't regret life.
This fearlessness was both his strength and his weakness; Liam realized that one day the Taelons would catch him, it was inevitable because this was their world. But now he shared a faint semblance of the exultation that Ha'gel had felt walking through the shadowed star planes of J'evarr, that Sandoval had felt when he first opened the doors to FBI headquarters and what Siobhan had felt after rescuing her first orphan from a bombed-out embassy.
The moments that brought memories of his parents were what he lived for and later what he tried to forget. He thrived on their remembered joy but later; all alone wrapped in rags and starving he could no longer find solace. Instead he felt their thoughts like knives and burning torches. Liam tried to ride out his misery but always ended up cutting himself or slashing his wrists, in the end in a Kimera trance he would hear soothing whispers of mundane thoughts. Not human, he assumed they were taelon in origin but it was difficult to compare the gentle thoughts of these beings with the slaughter if the Kimera race.
Liam was brought back to reality by the startled gasp of the doorman as he recognized the bundle wrapped in the dark rags. "Ms. Beckett! What have you done to her you bastard?! How dare you." His tirade was cut short by the sound of an energy rifle being fired; Liam was barely able to get out the way. He pulled himself into a defensive crouch behind a black leather sofa at the far corner of the room, to the left of the doorman.
Sandoval stared uncomprehending at the empty space where the young man had been standing just moments before. No human could have dodged that blast, never mind the chances of doing so while carrying another person. He was going to have to contact the Mothership for Volunteer reinforcement. He didn't understand what was going on, he had rushed here when Agent Beckett's emergency signal had gone off, not understanding the situation they were about to face.
Liam instinctively realized the danger he was now facing, Sandoval had called for reinforcement, he didn't want to fight if there was a chance either of his parents would get hurt. Slowly he stood up and faced his Father, the man he would never get to acknowledge, it was now time to face his worst fear. His uncertainty and fear showed plainly on his handsome face and Sandoval was forced to reassess the man.no boy's age.
Liam began to talk, his voice hoarse but melodic, "O'tuq ha'gel hearr." He stopped as he realized he wasn't speaking English and tried again, "Na'shiee.gomen nasai..s'il te plait.Gtayy uirr." Liam stopped and ran a shaky hand through his hair, uncertain of what languages he was speaking, to him they all sounded the same but his Father was looking confused and increasingly wary.
Sandoval was now very confused; the teenage (?) seemed to be speaking several languages simultaneously without realizing the difference. What was scary though, was the fact that three of the languages seemed to closely resemble Euonia. This was much more complicated than he had originally thought, he signaled to the doorman that it was time for him to leave, and watched with vague amusement as the man started running away without a second thought or backwards glance.
Liam had to try again; he didn't want anyone to get hurt, not because of him anyway. He now realized that it wasn't safe to consider them his mother and father his parents anymore. He smiled grimly, it was better that they not be aware of him but where fate beckoned he would follow. It was time to give it up, to be revealed to the Taelons and whatever torture they had in store for him, after all he was a hated enemy, the last of the Kimera.
He held his hands in the air, the traditional gesture of surrender and cautiously walked towards F.Sandoval. His clear blue eyes were glossed over and he was trying desperately not to cry, now wasn't the time, there was never time to be weak.
Sandoval watched in amazement as Beckett was gently placed on the floor; the youth then held up his hands and walked over to where he stood, frozen. Suddenly the door burst open and in came a squad of volunteers, he held up his hand and pointed to the unconscious Agent on the floor. As they glanced at the young man that stood in front of him Sandoval shook his head. It was obvious that their prisoner wasn't going to cause any trouble but it was imperative that he get this oddity to the Mothership.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.'cept my Yamaha 230cc quadsport.^_^ Pairings: definitely NOT Renee/Liam! Not sure yet though.anyway sorry for the long delay and hope you guys like. Feel free to suggest any plotline/situation you desire.
There he was, standing out side the expensively furnished lobby. The décor was a tasteful mélange of golden earth tones and rich black leather sofas, the walls adorned with renaissance-themed paintings. An embassy of sorts, where powerful or high-profile Taelon 'associates' stayed for the duration of their missions or situations that required personal expertise.
He looked at the woman he held in his arms, his mother, the one that had named him Liam. Liam had never thought to see her again; after all he had nothing and no one, nothing to give or to love. He was worthless, one of the few that could avoid the revolution of the Taelons, only because his survival depended on it. The young.man.half-breed.Kimera had tried to kill himself so many times.
Just to make the pain end, the suspense and intense fear that he couldn't control. He was alienated by everything he was and every new ability he discovered proved that. His advanced healing was proof of that.he had found a sharp switch blade, left behind after by a junkie that had OD'ed hours earlier. It never worked, his wounds and cuts always healed so quickly and all he was left with were faint scars that crisscrossed his body and gaping wounds in his mind.
The adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unnaturally loud in the uncommon stillness of the busy city. It seemed that everything slowed as he walked forward, inwardly he both cursed and celebrated his recklessness, reveling in the life that flowed through his blood, mixed and tainted. This was why he risked everything so often, just for this feeling, these unique moments during which he didn't regret life.
This fearlessness was both his strength and his weakness; Liam realized that one day the Taelons would catch him, it was inevitable because this was their world. But now he shared a faint semblance of the exultation that Ha'gel had felt walking through the shadowed star planes of J'evarr, that Sandoval had felt when he first opened the doors to FBI headquarters and what Siobhan had felt after rescuing her first orphan from a bombed-out embassy.
The moments that brought memories of his parents were what he lived for and later what he tried to forget. He thrived on their remembered joy but later; all alone wrapped in rags and starving he could no longer find solace. Instead he felt their thoughts like knives and burning torches. Liam tried to ride out his misery but always ended up cutting himself or slashing his wrists, in the end in a Kimera trance he would hear soothing whispers of mundane thoughts. Not human, he assumed they were taelon in origin but it was difficult to compare the gentle thoughts of these beings with the slaughter if the Kimera race.
Liam was brought back to reality by the startled gasp of the doorman as he recognized the bundle wrapped in the dark rags. "Ms. Beckett! What have you done to her you bastard?! How dare you." His tirade was cut short by the sound of an energy rifle being fired; Liam was barely able to get out the way. He pulled himself into a defensive crouch behind a black leather sofa at the far corner of the room, to the left of the doorman.
Sandoval stared uncomprehending at the empty space where the young man had been standing just moments before. No human could have dodged that blast, never mind the chances of doing so while carrying another person. He was going to have to contact the Mothership for Volunteer reinforcement. He didn't understand what was going on, he had rushed here when Agent Beckett's emergency signal had gone off, not understanding the situation they were about to face.
Liam instinctively realized the danger he was now facing, Sandoval had called for reinforcement, he didn't want to fight if there was a chance either of his parents would get hurt. Slowly he stood up and faced his Father, the man he would never get to acknowledge, it was now time to face his worst fear. His uncertainty and fear showed plainly on his handsome face and Sandoval was forced to reassess the man.no boy's age.
Liam began to talk, his voice hoarse but melodic, "O'tuq ha'gel hearr." He stopped as he realized he wasn't speaking English and tried again, "Na'shiee.gomen nasai..s'il te plait.Gtayy uirr." Liam stopped and ran a shaky hand through his hair, uncertain of what languages he was speaking, to him they all sounded the same but his Father was looking confused and increasingly wary.
Sandoval was now very confused; the teenage (?) seemed to be speaking several languages simultaneously without realizing the difference. What was scary though, was the fact that three of the languages seemed to closely resemble Euonia. This was much more complicated than he had originally thought, he signaled to the doorman that it was time for him to leave, and watched with vague amusement as the man started running away without a second thought or backwards glance.
Liam had to try again; he didn't want anyone to get hurt, not because of him anyway. He now realized that it wasn't safe to consider them his mother and father his parents anymore. He smiled grimly, it was better that they not be aware of him but where fate beckoned he would follow. It was time to give it up, to be revealed to the Taelons and whatever torture they had in store for him, after all he was a hated enemy, the last of the Kimera.
He held his hands in the air, the traditional gesture of surrender and cautiously walked towards F.Sandoval. His clear blue eyes were glossed over and he was trying desperately not to cry, now wasn't the time, there was never time to be weak.
Sandoval watched in amazement as Beckett was gently placed on the floor; the youth then held up his hands and walked over to where he stood, frozen. Suddenly the door burst open and in came a squad of volunteers, he held up his hand and pointed to the unconscious Agent on the floor. As they glanced at the young man that stood in front of him Sandoval shook his head. It was obvious that their prisoner wasn't going to cause any trouble but it was imperative that he get this oddity to the Mothership.