Author's Ramble: Part Two. Still fun to write. Yea! Gets more graphic this chapter, but I think I managed to stay within the confines of an R rating. Let me know what you think. ^_^ As usual, I dont own any of these characters. Which might be good...
Restoration--Part 2
Jarod blinked, and opened his eyes. His memory was coming back, and he wasn't sure that was good. This place was terrible, evil, he remembered that much. The Centre. That's what they called it. And Miss Parker. She was someone...special? But he could remember her shooting him...but he could remember her kissing him? Who was this woman? For that matter, who was he. His name was Jarod. And he lived here. No. Was kept as a prisoner here.
"Where are we?" he asked the woman, desperate.
"The Centre. Hell. Cesspool of Lies. Whatever you want to call it." She looked like she was trying to reach for something.
"Dammit. Hey!" she seemed to call out to no one. "Can I have a cigarette?" She folded her arms against her chest. A memory flashed, her, smoking obsessively. A nervous habit.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Right. You don't remember. They're watching our every move. It's a security thing. Or maybe they just get off on it. Who knows. Hey! I need a cigarette here! Now!"
"Who's watching?"
"Raines. Sydney. Who the hell knows?" She walked over and sat down on a chair.
Sydney...he was important. Someone he knew, another memory. An older man, with an accent. Very distinct, staring at him. Gazing /into/ him.
Memories of the room. Hating it here. A bed in the corner, a desk for work. A bathroom off to the side. An air vent...there used to be a vent, but it was gone. Probably plastered over. How would they get enough air? He felt his pulse begin to race. No. No. An irrational fear. Memories...being locked in a small space. By the people here. He shook his head in an effort to clear it.
"Great. Wonderboy has lost his memories. And here I was hopeful you would get us out of here."
There was a lot of sarcasm in her voice, but hope too. Had he gotten out of her once? Memories, a car, driving away. People...lots of people, him helping them. Faces, flashing in front of his eyes. Taunting him.
"I think I'd like to lay down. Could you help me please?" Somehow asking her for help, felt so wrong. As if she would do more harm, or had never helped before.
"Why not?" She walked, more like stormed over and wheeled him to the bed.
"I am the one who shot you," she seemed pained as she said it. Like she hadn't wanted to.
He tried to stand up on one leg, long enough to fall into the bed, and ended up falling. Straight into Miss Parker's arms.
"Lay off the ding-dongs, rat boy," she muttered, panting as she lowered him into the bed.
Memories. Of fantasies. Of her holding him. Her? But she /had/ shot him. Twice. In the leg. She also seemed as much a captive as he was. He knew that hadn't always been the case. He tried to piece some more together, but sleep proved too powerful an adversary.
~
Syd was staring. Right. What else would he be doing? This was shocking. Broots had been shocked when he had first encountered it. But why was Syd staring at /him/ like that. With that look. That shrink look.
Broots pulled at his shirt, and coughed into his hand. "So, are you going to do something?"
Still staring. It had been...well, it had only been a minute or so, but still; it seemed like longer. Broots slid the files back into his jacket, attempting to be surreptitious. He assumed he had been obvious, by the sudden look of amusement on Sydney's face.
"Well. That's something. Syd, really. Are we going to help them?"
"Broots, are you seriously considering helping /Jarod/?"
"Well...and Miss Parker..."
"The woman who terrorized you, from the first moment you met?"
"Well...I mean...we're friends...aren't we?" Broots tugged at his shirt again.
"No, Mr. Broots. I'm afraid we are not."
Broots flinched. Sydney's eyes were so clouded, so full of pain. He stayed seated, shellshocked as the doctor stood and walked away from the table. Something was really wrong. Sydney knew something, or well, something. And he didn't even have Miss Parker to help figure it out this time.
~
"Why me?" Eva whispered as she walked carefully up to the room. She knew why her, though. Because Dr. Raines said so. The sweepers behind her were a small consolation. She had seen this woman in action. Everyone knew her reputation, from the lowest janitor to Mr. Parker himself. She would have giggled at that thought, if she wasn't so frightened. Of course Mr. Parker should know.
She took a deep breath as the two sweepers in front of her went through the elaborate process of unlocking the door. A magnetic card, two access codes, and a mechanical lock. The door opened and she stepped in, carefully. After a heart stopping moment, she lifted her head only to have her fears subsided. Both of the room's occupants were fast asleep.
Jarod lay on the bed, sweating, entangled in the sheets. Obviously in the midst of a nightmare. Miss Parker sat at the desk, head on the desk, seemingly sleeping peacefully. "Not quite as intimidating, asleep," Eva muttered, as much in relief as anything else. She pulled out the syringes, and hestitated, who first? Jarod would be easier...so she headed towards the desk. She felt a thin layer of sweat from on her forehead. She had to find the nerve to do this. One more deep breath, and two quick steps, and she was there.
Eva gulped audibly, and reached for one of the woman's arms. She's so beautiful, she thought, despite her reputed cruelness. She felt for the vein, and emptied the syringe, breathing a gentle sigh of relief. Quietly she backed away and headed for the bed, repeating the process, with less hesitation for Jarod. Briefly she wondered what the syringes contained, but assumed they were most likely a sedative of some sort, since neither person had waken. But that wasn't her business.
Following Dr. Raines's orders. That was her business.
~
The same familiar dread clouded his emotions, as he saw the black town car out of the corner of his eye. They had found him, and sooner than he expected.
"Really, sorry, Mr. Carmiachel, but I've got to go. Thank-you for everything!" He shouted over his shoulder, at the landlord that had been so good to him, and the little girl Kara he had just helped.
"No, Jarod, thank /you/," the tall black man shouted after him. "Good luck in all you do!"
Jarod barely nodded in agreement as he headed out the back door. The familiar sound of heels clicking against linoleum sent him speeding faster. Not now. Couldn't he have a just a few moments of peace?
"Jarod!" Sydney's voice warned him to the sweepers watching that exit, he headed for the stairs, leaping over the banister to skip the last five or six.
"Now you wait, just one minute..." he heard Carmiachel start in vain.
He had to get out of here, keep these innocents out of danger. An explosion starled him, but he tried to run even faster. Out the second story window, into the bushes. He glanced around, sweepers to the right. He ran left, running short on breath.
Then he noticed the pain in his right leg. He could live with it. He had been shot, but he had to make it. Panic fluttered through him. He couldn't go back.
"Jarod! Watch out!"
Sydney's voice wasn't warning enough this time. A second shot, to his thigh. Jarod struggled, swimming with fear as he felt himself lose balance. Despair settled over him, as he fell, cracking his head against the pavement...
Jarod bolted out of bed. Memories returning slowly, and with them, the despair from his dream. He was back. At the Centre. But Miss Parker was in his room. Why...he barely had time to ask himself the question, before a powerful wave of desire overcame him.
He swallowed. Think, he told himself, trying to ignore how vulnerable she looked asleep with her head on the desk. You've been attracted to her before, but not like this. Her hair fell across her face, just so. And her legs, curled around the chair. A very powerful urge, to hold her, kiss her, make her scream in pleasure burned within him.
"No..." he squeaked, if only to hear his own voice. The desire was so strong, so unnatural. It wasn't just for her, but any woman. He just needed to make love...no just to have sex, right now. "What is this," he whispered to no one, to the cameras, to Miss Parker. Think of Sydney he told himself. Think of Raines in his underwear. Anything. To make the desire subside.
~
Miss Parker breathed heavily, as she felt herself begin to climax. She reached for the firm body above her, and turned the tables, pushing the dark man down onto the bed, kissing him passionately on the lips.
"My turn," she whispered cattily, kissing him on the neck, and down his chest, and back. He was so fit, washboard stomach, large 'ceps, beautiful abs. An amazing specimen.
"I love that," Jarod said gently, as she caressed him in just the right way. "I love you."
Her hear quickened. That sent her further over the edge than the sex. Not that the sex was bad, but the emotion, the feeling. The ability to be loved. Knowing that someone in this world cared about her unconditionally, and feeling safe to feel the same way. "I love you too," she whispered, quivering inside, sweating on the outside.
"Please..." Miss Parker fluttered her eyes, waking to the sound of Jarod's voice. She felt her face flush. He couldn't know what she was dreaming, but she was slightly embarrassed, and back in the real world.
"What?" she snapped, turning towards him. "Have you got your..." Her faced flushed at the sight of him, in his hospital gown, eyes desperate ran through her. She wanted to take him, right now. Why? The corner of her mind dedicated to reason asked her. His eyes, his skin, his hair, his everything, she shouted at it. Desire pounded, her body told her exactly what it wanted.
"You feel it too?"
The pleading in his voice made her want him more. Everything made her want him more. Now. Immediately. No, he couldn't know how she felt. She had to be ice queen. She didn't love, wasn't attracted to /that man/.
"Feel what?" she tried to snap. But he was so attractive. Enormously attractive. Those sensual lips, calloused hands. The wound in his leg. The one /you/ put there. On purpose. The man who ruined your life. Those eyes, remarkable brown eyes.
"Attraction. Insane overpowering desire. I think we have been given a powerful aphrodisiac of some sort."
"Why?" It made sense. First that dream, and then this insane urge to have sex with Jarod. She turned away, quit looking at him. And began to imagine, imagine things she had never seen.
"I don't know." The words were forced, choked.
"What are we supposed to do about it?" She tried to sound angry, but it came out breathy.
"Ignore it?" He sounded hopeful and disappointed.
"I could really use a cigarette." Her voice was still soft. Not harsh, and demanding like she intended.
"Don't you know nicotine will kill you?" Jarod's tone was strained. As though he was using all of his willpower for something else. She'd be flattered, if she knew it wasn't drug induced. What if it wasn't? Maybe he really was attracted to her. But no. Not here. Not in this place. Even if it wasn't the drugs. Never here. Somewhere safe, and private. But it had to be drugs, how could anyone be attracted to the woman that ruined their only chance at life?
"I wish it would kill me sooner." Her voice finally began to sound harsher. Closer to her normal sarcastic tone.
"Your wish is my command, little sister."
A wave of naseau rolled through Miss Parker as she heard her brother's voice, and felt overpowering attraction towards him. Now she knew, it was drug induced.
"I'm sorry, Miss Parker, I know you want me. But your not my type," he finished walking in the door, and patted her gently on the head. She fought back the bile in her throat, as her body lusted after him. Longed for him to touch her longer.
"What is going on?" she heard Jarod ask, she tried not to think, think of Thomas. Be attracted to Thomas. Grief welled up inside her. But it was better than the alternative.
"The Centre has a project for you two, I simply tried to make it a little easier with my "love-potion". We need you lovebirds to have sex, have a baby, and raise the perfect little Pretender family. We realised keeping families separated was a bit of mistake, so why not make one from scratch?"
"Never," Miss Parker whispered, not surprised to hear Jarod echoing her sentiments.
"Oh come now, you know you want to."
The note of enjoyment in her brother's voice, made Miss Parker feel ill again.
"No. Somehow, I didn't think you would succomb so easily to my new favorite concotion. But it's okay, I have a plan B."
"No..." Miss Parker turned around at the sound of the despair in Jarod's voice.
"Come on in, Billy, it's safe. Unk-y Jarod, and Aunt-y Parker won't hurt you. Will they?"
She winced at the malice in his voice, and the desire it caused. Think about Jarod, be attracted to Jarod.
A small boy walked into the room, frightened gray eyes peering out from under sandy brown hair. "Am I staying here, or going back to the home, Mr. Lyle?" A nervous, high voice asked quietly.
"Well that depends. If Parker and Jarod here cooperate, you'll have a nice home here. With video games and junk food, and television."
"What about a family?" The voice was so frail, a maternal instinct she had forgot exsisted rose within Miss Parker. But it was better than being attracted to her brother.
"They can be your family."
"Will you? Will you be family?"
"Well, what'll it be, Aunt Parker? Uncle Jarod?"
Restoration--Part 2
Jarod blinked, and opened his eyes. His memory was coming back, and he wasn't sure that was good. This place was terrible, evil, he remembered that much. The Centre. That's what they called it. And Miss Parker. She was someone...special? But he could remember her shooting him...but he could remember her kissing him? Who was this woman? For that matter, who was he. His name was Jarod. And he lived here. No. Was kept as a prisoner here.
"Where are we?" he asked the woman, desperate.
"The Centre. Hell. Cesspool of Lies. Whatever you want to call it." She looked like she was trying to reach for something.
"Dammit. Hey!" she seemed to call out to no one. "Can I have a cigarette?" She folded her arms against her chest. A memory flashed, her, smoking obsessively. A nervous habit.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Right. You don't remember. They're watching our every move. It's a security thing. Or maybe they just get off on it. Who knows. Hey! I need a cigarette here! Now!"
"Who's watching?"
"Raines. Sydney. Who the hell knows?" She walked over and sat down on a chair.
Sydney...he was important. Someone he knew, another memory. An older man, with an accent. Very distinct, staring at him. Gazing /into/ him.
Memories of the room. Hating it here. A bed in the corner, a desk for work. A bathroom off to the side. An air vent...there used to be a vent, but it was gone. Probably plastered over. How would they get enough air? He felt his pulse begin to race. No. No. An irrational fear. Memories...being locked in a small space. By the people here. He shook his head in an effort to clear it.
"Great. Wonderboy has lost his memories. And here I was hopeful you would get us out of here."
There was a lot of sarcasm in her voice, but hope too. Had he gotten out of her once? Memories, a car, driving away. People...lots of people, him helping them. Faces, flashing in front of his eyes. Taunting him.
"I think I'd like to lay down. Could you help me please?" Somehow asking her for help, felt so wrong. As if she would do more harm, or had never helped before.
"Why not?" She walked, more like stormed over and wheeled him to the bed.
"I am the one who shot you," she seemed pained as she said it. Like she hadn't wanted to.
He tried to stand up on one leg, long enough to fall into the bed, and ended up falling. Straight into Miss Parker's arms.
"Lay off the ding-dongs, rat boy," she muttered, panting as she lowered him into the bed.
Memories. Of fantasies. Of her holding him. Her? But she /had/ shot him. Twice. In the leg. She also seemed as much a captive as he was. He knew that hadn't always been the case. He tried to piece some more together, but sleep proved too powerful an adversary.
~
Syd was staring. Right. What else would he be doing? This was shocking. Broots had been shocked when he had first encountered it. But why was Syd staring at /him/ like that. With that look. That shrink look.
Broots pulled at his shirt, and coughed into his hand. "So, are you going to do something?"
Still staring. It had been...well, it had only been a minute or so, but still; it seemed like longer. Broots slid the files back into his jacket, attempting to be surreptitious. He assumed he had been obvious, by the sudden look of amusement on Sydney's face.
"Well. That's something. Syd, really. Are we going to help them?"
"Broots, are you seriously considering helping /Jarod/?"
"Well...and Miss Parker..."
"The woman who terrorized you, from the first moment you met?"
"Well...I mean...we're friends...aren't we?" Broots tugged at his shirt again.
"No, Mr. Broots. I'm afraid we are not."
Broots flinched. Sydney's eyes were so clouded, so full of pain. He stayed seated, shellshocked as the doctor stood and walked away from the table. Something was really wrong. Sydney knew something, or well, something. And he didn't even have Miss Parker to help figure it out this time.
~
"Why me?" Eva whispered as she walked carefully up to the room. She knew why her, though. Because Dr. Raines said so. The sweepers behind her were a small consolation. She had seen this woman in action. Everyone knew her reputation, from the lowest janitor to Mr. Parker himself. She would have giggled at that thought, if she wasn't so frightened. Of course Mr. Parker should know.
She took a deep breath as the two sweepers in front of her went through the elaborate process of unlocking the door. A magnetic card, two access codes, and a mechanical lock. The door opened and she stepped in, carefully. After a heart stopping moment, she lifted her head only to have her fears subsided. Both of the room's occupants were fast asleep.
Jarod lay on the bed, sweating, entangled in the sheets. Obviously in the midst of a nightmare. Miss Parker sat at the desk, head on the desk, seemingly sleeping peacefully. "Not quite as intimidating, asleep," Eva muttered, as much in relief as anything else. She pulled out the syringes, and hestitated, who first? Jarod would be easier...so she headed towards the desk. She felt a thin layer of sweat from on her forehead. She had to find the nerve to do this. One more deep breath, and two quick steps, and she was there.
Eva gulped audibly, and reached for one of the woman's arms. She's so beautiful, she thought, despite her reputed cruelness. She felt for the vein, and emptied the syringe, breathing a gentle sigh of relief. Quietly she backed away and headed for the bed, repeating the process, with less hesitation for Jarod. Briefly she wondered what the syringes contained, but assumed they were most likely a sedative of some sort, since neither person had waken. But that wasn't her business.
Following Dr. Raines's orders. That was her business.
~
The same familiar dread clouded his emotions, as he saw the black town car out of the corner of his eye. They had found him, and sooner than he expected.
"Really, sorry, Mr. Carmiachel, but I've got to go. Thank-you for everything!" He shouted over his shoulder, at the landlord that had been so good to him, and the little girl Kara he had just helped.
"No, Jarod, thank /you/," the tall black man shouted after him. "Good luck in all you do!"
Jarod barely nodded in agreement as he headed out the back door. The familiar sound of heels clicking against linoleum sent him speeding faster. Not now. Couldn't he have a just a few moments of peace?
"Jarod!" Sydney's voice warned him to the sweepers watching that exit, he headed for the stairs, leaping over the banister to skip the last five or six.
"Now you wait, just one minute..." he heard Carmiachel start in vain.
He had to get out of here, keep these innocents out of danger. An explosion starled him, but he tried to run even faster. Out the second story window, into the bushes. He glanced around, sweepers to the right. He ran left, running short on breath.
Then he noticed the pain in his right leg. He could live with it. He had been shot, but he had to make it. Panic fluttered through him. He couldn't go back.
"Jarod! Watch out!"
Sydney's voice wasn't warning enough this time. A second shot, to his thigh. Jarod struggled, swimming with fear as he felt himself lose balance. Despair settled over him, as he fell, cracking his head against the pavement...
Jarod bolted out of bed. Memories returning slowly, and with them, the despair from his dream. He was back. At the Centre. But Miss Parker was in his room. Why...he barely had time to ask himself the question, before a powerful wave of desire overcame him.
He swallowed. Think, he told himself, trying to ignore how vulnerable she looked asleep with her head on the desk. You've been attracted to her before, but not like this. Her hair fell across her face, just so. And her legs, curled around the chair. A very powerful urge, to hold her, kiss her, make her scream in pleasure burned within him.
"No..." he squeaked, if only to hear his own voice. The desire was so strong, so unnatural. It wasn't just for her, but any woman. He just needed to make love...no just to have sex, right now. "What is this," he whispered to no one, to the cameras, to Miss Parker. Think of Sydney he told himself. Think of Raines in his underwear. Anything. To make the desire subside.
~
Miss Parker breathed heavily, as she felt herself begin to climax. She reached for the firm body above her, and turned the tables, pushing the dark man down onto the bed, kissing him passionately on the lips.
"My turn," she whispered cattily, kissing him on the neck, and down his chest, and back. He was so fit, washboard stomach, large 'ceps, beautiful abs. An amazing specimen.
"I love that," Jarod said gently, as she caressed him in just the right way. "I love you."
Her hear quickened. That sent her further over the edge than the sex. Not that the sex was bad, but the emotion, the feeling. The ability to be loved. Knowing that someone in this world cared about her unconditionally, and feeling safe to feel the same way. "I love you too," she whispered, quivering inside, sweating on the outside.
"Please..." Miss Parker fluttered her eyes, waking to the sound of Jarod's voice. She felt her face flush. He couldn't know what she was dreaming, but she was slightly embarrassed, and back in the real world.
"What?" she snapped, turning towards him. "Have you got your..." Her faced flushed at the sight of him, in his hospital gown, eyes desperate ran through her. She wanted to take him, right now. Why? The corner of her mind dedicated to reason asked her. His eyes, his skin, his hair, his everything, she shouted at it. Desire pounded, her body told her exactly what it wanted.
"You feel it too?"
The pleading in his voice made her want him more. Everything made her want him more. Now. Immediately. No, he couldn't know how she felt. She had to be ice queen. She didn't love, wasn't attracted to /that man/.
"Feel what?" she tried to snap. But he was so attractive. Enormously attractive. Those sensual lips, calloused hands. The wound in his leg. The one /you/ put there. On purpose. The man who ruined your life. Those eyes, remarkable brown eyes.
"Attraction. Insane overpowering desire. I think we have been given a powerful aphrodisiac of some sort."
"Why?" It made sense. First that dream, and then this insane urge to have sex with Jarod. She turned away, quit looking at him. And began to imagine, imagine things she had never seen.
"I don't know." The words were forced, choked.
"What are we supposed to do about it?" She tried to sound angry, but it came out breathy.
"Ignore it?" He sounded hopeful and disappointed.
"I could really use a cigarette." Her voice was still soft. Not harsh, and demanding like she intended.
"Don't you know nicotine will kill you?" Jarod's tone was strained. As though he was using all of his willpower for something else. She'd be flattered, if she knew it wasn't drug induced. What if it wasn't? Maybe he really was attracted to her. But no. Not here. Not in this place. Even if it wasn't the drugs. Never here. Somewhere safe, and private. But it had to be drugs, how could anyone be attracted to the woman that ruined their only chance at life?
"I wish it would kill me sooner." Her voice finally began to sound harsher. Closer to her normal sarcastic tone.
"Your wish is my command, little sister."
A wave of naseau rolled through Miss Parker as she heard her brother's voice, and felt overpowering attraction towards him. Now she knew, it was drug induced.
"I'm sorry, Miss Parker, I know you want me. But your not my type," he finished walking in the door, and patted her gently on the head. She fought back the bile in her throat, as her body lusted after him. Longed for him to touch her longer.
"What is going on?" she heard Jarod ask, she tried not to think, think of Thomas. Be attracted to Thomas. Grief welled up inside her. But it was better than the alternative.
"The Centre has a project for you two, I simply tried to make it a little easier with my "love-potion". We need you lovebirds to have sex, have a baby, and raise the perfect little Pretender family. We realised keeping families separated was a bit of mistake, so why not make one from scratch?"
"Never," Miss Parker whispered, not surprised to hear Jarod echoing her sentiments.
"Oh come now, you know you want to."
The note of enjoyment in her brother's voice, made Miss Parker feel ill again.
"No. Somehow, I didn't think you would succomb so easily to my new favorite concotion. But it's okay, I have a plan B."
"No..." Miss Parker turned around at the sound of the despair in Jarod's voice.
"Come on in, Billy, it's safe. Unk-y Jarod, and Aunt-y Parker won't hurt you. Will they?"
She winced at the malice in his voice, and the desire it caused. Think about Jarod, be attracted to Jarod.
A small boy walked into the room, frightened gray eyes peering out from under sandy brown hair. "Am I staying here, or going back to the home, Mr. Lyle?" A nervous, high voice asked quietly.
"Well that depends. If Parker and Jarod here cooperate, you'll have a nice home here. With video games and junk food, and television."
"What about a family?" The voice was so frail, a maternal instinct she had forgot exsisted rose within Miss Parker. But it was better than being attracted to her brother.
"They can be your family."
"Will you? Will you be family?"
"Well, what'll it be, Aunt Parker? Uncle Jarod?"