A/N: Sorry took so long guys. Was in the hospital for a bit. Then my muse deserted me. *Shrug* Here it is though. Should have about 2 more chapters left to go. Warning: This one gets violent at the end. If you have a weak stomach....I would stay away from it.(No. Pretenders not mine.) I will gladly post to any other websites whenever this is done.
~Lynn
"Yes." Jarod's voice was dark.
Lyle smiled brightly at the horror evident on the Pretender's face. Compliance via emotional blackmail made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He reached down for the kid's hand, enjoying the irony of the gesture. He didn't take his eyes off of Jarod, smiling, mocking the hatred on his face. He was slightly suprised by his sister's lack of response, but only slightly. She might be mean, but she really hadn't figured out evil yet.
"Have fun, sweet hearts," he sneered after them. Lyle chuckled, all the way to the hallway, and shoved the kid into the room next door. As promised, a variety of video games, and junk food awaited the ecstactic youngster. He would have to wait until after Parker conceived to get rid of him. Of course with the fertilization drugs that had been mixed in his little potion, that shouldn't take long.
~~
It was a loveless act. Devoid of even humanity, Jarod thought as he studiously avoided Miss Parker's eyes. They had been avoiding eye contact since Lyle had left. He had expect Miss Parker to protest, wondered what he would do if she did. Instead she had simply removed her panty hose, slipped off her underwear and climbed on top of him. There was no pleasure, beyond a purely physical relief.
"Now. I need a cigarette," Miss Parker mumbled, as she retreated to her spot at the desk.
Jarod fumbled with his thoughts, the events of the last few days didn't settle in his mind. For once in his life, piecing together the puzzle, the logic of a given situation was impossible. His stomach turned, as he remembered Lyle's tactics. He needed to concentrate, to find a way out, to get that little boy away from this place. To keep any child that might be his away. The sound of muffled sobs pulled him out of his thoughts. He could see Parker's head buried in her arms, and hear...
"Parker?"
"What?" She glared at him, her face was red, and stained with tears.
"I...uh.." His mind screamed as his nostrils picked up the scent of something sweet and sticky. "Not now..." he whispered as conciousness drifted away.
~~
Syndey sat at his desk, worrying. This new development was less of a surprise to him than it should have been. And shed light on certain recent events. He hoped that he had given Broots enough cause to worry. But where had hope gotten him? He had hoped Parker would see the error in chasing Jarod. The error in trusting her beloved Daddy. He had hoped he could find a way to leave all of this behind him. Behind them. And here they all were, as entangled in the Centre's nets as ever. Sydney turned at the sound of footsteps behind him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lyle."
"Sydney. Are you all packed and ready? You have a plane to catch."
Sydney had barely acknowledged the sarcasm in the younger man's voice before Lyle attacked him. "I hope you can figure it out Broots..." was his last thought as he blacked out.
~~
Eva stared at her pale hands. If she could just stare at her hands for the rest of her life. Then she wouldn't have to tell Dr. Raines. He would know she was hiding something, the instant he looked into her eyes. And then he'd say "Tell me." And she would. Why? Why did she have to do that? It made her so mad. She dreamed of telling him off. Not in a 'safe' way. No. For real. In one of his strongholds.
"I wish I didn't know," she muttered to herself. If you didn't know a secret, you couldn't divulge. And she didn't have the capacity to make her self unknow something. Not something she knew Dr. Raines would want to know so badly. Why did she do this? Oh. Right. That whole part where he made her.
"Eva."
She jumped at the sound of his wheezing. And of course, she looked at him. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.
"Tell me."
And she told him. Staring at her hands. Trying not to cry. She hadn't done that for so long. Odd that she felt the need to now. Odd, indeed.
Lyle stood in the shadows, listening to Raines' pawn tell him everything. His eyes first widened in shock, and then narrowed in anger. No wonder Parker hadn't put up more of a fight. She would pay for this treachery. They both would.
~~
Broots glanced nervously into Syd's office. "Sydney?" he whispered. "Sydney..." He peered around the last bit of the doorway. Sydney wasn't there. Oh great. Had he left already? He was concerned. What had the exchange at the restaurant been about? Why had Syndey left with such words? And so suddenly...
A folder on the top of Syndey's desk caught his attention. "Friends" was scribbled across it in black marker. Broots twitched. He acted on his intuition and prayed it didn't come back to haunt him. Quickly he gathered up the folder and walked out towards his own computer cubby hole. He chittered nervously to himself the whole way. He was lucky. He wasn't noticed. He breathed an audible sigh of relief as he sat down to simple code-breaking.
"And what, would you be so relieved about, Broots?" He flipped around and stared right into the face of Mr. Parker.
"Uh...nothing...uhm...How may I help you sir?" he stared at the old man. He looked so friendly and jolly. And Syndey so serious. Looks could be deceiving. Yes. He could just hear Miss Paker adding "And you look so inept. No. Looks aren't deceiving, are they?"
"Just checking up on everybody, making sure no one is where they don't belong."
"Nope, nope, not me." Broots squeaked. "Working on this...uhm...stock market scandal."
"Very good. Be sure to keep your nose where it belongs, eh?" Mr. Parker genially clapped him on the shoulder, and walked away. Broots quickly hid the folders that had been on his desk in his coat pocket. He could only hope Mr. Parker hadn't noticed them.
~~
Miss Parker roused at the sound of her brother's voice. "I SAID, rise and shine." She slowly lifted her head and saw Jarod. She felt her cheeks go crimson as she remembered what was happening.
"What, dear brother?" she hissed, trying desperately to regain some, ANY control of the situation.
"I think, after this demonstration, you will be a little nicer to me, sis. Come on Pretender, you wake up too."
Miss Parker looked away as he roused groggily. She didn't want to think about anything right now. Least of all Jarod.
"Now. Dearest, sister. I don't know HOW you kept this a secret. But now you will pay for it."
Parker blinked, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"Billy, son, would you come here for a moment."
Lyle lifted a gun. "Now. You could have just told me. The procedure can be reversed you know, and this would have never happened."
Parker screamed as she heard the familiar sound of a gunshot.
~Lynn
"Yes." Jarod's voice was dark.
Lyle smiled brightly at the horror evident on the Pretender's face. Compliance via emotional blackmail made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He reached down for the kid's hand, enjoying the irony of the gesture. He didn't take his eyes off of Jarod, smiling, mocking the hatred on his face. He was slightly suprised by his sister's lack of response, but only slightly. She might be mean, but she really hadn't figured out evil yet.
"Have fun, sweet hearts," he sneered after them. Lyle chuckled, all the way to the hallway, and shoved the kid into the room next door. As promised, a variety of video games, and junk food awaited the ecstactic youngster. He would have to wait until after Parker conceived to get rid of him. Of course with the fertilization drugs that had been mixed in his little potion, that shouldn't take long.
~~
It was a loveless act. Devoid of even humanity, Jarod thought as he studiously avoided Miss Parker's eyes. They had been avoiding eye contact since Lyle had left. He had expect Miss Parker to protest, wondered what he would do if she did. Instead she had simply removed her panty hose, slipped off her underwear and climbed on top of him. There was no pleasure, beyond a purely physical relief.
"Now. I need a cigarette," Miss Parker mumbled, as she retreated to her spot at the desk.
Jarod fumbled with his thoughts, the events of the last few days didn't settle in his mind. For once in his life, piecing together the puzzle, the logic of a given situation was impossible. His stomach turned, as he remembered Lyle's tactics. He needed to concentrate, to find a way out, to get that little boy away from this place. To keep any child that might be his away. The sound of muffled sobs pulled him out of his thoughts. He could see Parker's head buried in her arms, and hear...
"Parker?"
"What?" She glared at him, her face was red, and stained with tears.
"I...uh.." His mind screamed as his nostrils picked up the scent of something sweet and sticky. "Not now..." he whispered as conciousness drifted away.
~~
Syndey sat at his desk, worrying. This new development was less of a surprise to him than it should have been. And shed light on certain recent events. He hoped that he had given Broots enough cause to worry. But where had hope gotten him? He had hoped Parker would see the error in chasing Jarod. The error in trusting her beloved Daddy. He had hoped he could find a way to leave all of this behind him. Behind them. And here they all were, as entangled in the Centre's nets as ever. Sydney turned at the sound of footsteps behind him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lyle."
"Sydney. Are you all packed and ready? You have a plane to catch."
Sydney had barely acknowledged the sarcasm in the younger man's voice before Lyle attacked him. "I hope you can figure it out Broots..." was his last thought as he blacked out.
~~
Eva stared at her pale hands. If she could just stare at her hands for the rest of her life. Then she wouldn't have to tell Dr. Raines. He would know she was hiding something, the instant he looked into her eyes. And then he'd say "Tell me." And she would. Why? Why did she have to do that? It made her so mad. She dreamed of telling him off. Not in a 'safe' way. No. For real. In one of his strongholds.
"I wish I didn't know," she muttered to herself. If you didn't know a secret, you couldn't divulge. And she didn't have the capacity to make her self unknow something. Not something she knew Dr. Raines would want to know so badly. Why did she do this? Oh. Right. That whole part where he made her.
"Eva."
She jumped at the sound of his wheezing. And of course, she looked at him. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.
"Tell me."
And she told him. Staring at her hands. Trying not to cry. She hadn't done that for so long. Odd that she felt the need to now. Odd, indeed.
Lyle stood in the shadows, listening to Raines' pawn tell him everything. His eyes first widened in shock, and then narrowed in anger. No wonder Parker hadn't put up more of a fight. She would pay for this treachery. They both would.
~~
Broots glanced nervously into Syd's office. "Sydney?" he whispered. "Sydney..." He peered around the last bit of the doorway. Sydney wasn't there. Oh great. Had he left already? He was concerned. What had the exchange at the restaurant been about? Why had Syndey left with such words? And so suddenly...
A folder on the top of Syndey's desk caught his attention. "Friends" was scribbled across it in black marker. Broots twitched. He acted on his intuition and prayed it didn't come back to haunt him. Quickly he gathered up the folder and walked out towards his own computer cubby hole. He chittered nervously to himself the whole way. He was lucky. He wasn't noticed. He breathed an audible sigh of relief as he sat down to simple code-breaking.
"And what, would you be so relieved about, Broots?" He flipped around and stared right into the face of Mr. Parker.
"Uh...nothing...uhm...How may I help you sir?" he stared at the old man. He looked so friendly and jolly. And Syndey so serious. Looks could be deceiving. Yes. He could just hear Miss Paker adding "And you look so inept. No. Looks aren't deceiving, are they?"
"Just checking up on everybody, making sure no one is where they don't belong."
"Nope, nope, not me." Broots squeaked. "Working on this...uhm...stock market scandal."
"Very good. Be sure to keep your nose where it belongs, eh?" Mr. Parker genially clapped him on the shoulder, and walked away. Broots quickly hid the folders that had been on his desk in his coat pocket. He could only hope Mr. Parker hadn't noticed them.
~~
Miss Parker roused at the sound of her brother's voice. "I SAID, rise and shine." She slowly lifted her head and saw Jarod. She felt her cheeks go crimson as she remembered what was happening.
"What, dear brother?" she hissed, trying desperately to regain some, ANY control of the situation.
"I think, after this demonstration, you will be a little nicer to me, sis. Come on Pretender, you wake up too."
Miss Parker looked away as he roused groggily. She didn't want to think about anything right now. Least of all Jarod.
"Now. Dearest, sister. I don't know HOW you kept this a secret. But now you will pay for it."
Parker blinked, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"Billy, son, would you come here for a moment."
Lyle lifted a gun. "Now. You could have just told me. The procedure can be reversed you know, and this would have never happened."
Parker screamed as she heard the familiar sound of a gunshot.