Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Seattle; Terminal City; September 19th 2022
1900 hours
Alec entered headquarters and headed straight for Max, pulling her into a gentle hug,
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this, I promise."
"It's just so unfair. If we're right about it being a cult guy, then it is just not fair, we're getting blamed for it."
"He will pay."
"And if it's not, then it's my fault. I let him out."
"There is no way this is your fault. You didn't let him out - you saved his life. You released him from a fiery death. Don't sell yourself short. Ever."
He let go of her as Luke yelled out loudly,
"Hey everyone, look! Guys! Hey, guys! Guys!"
A newscast came on a TV screen, announcing that the police were pursuing a transgenic. A picture of Biggs' face filled it as the anchorwoman talked,
"If you see this individual, please alert the authorities immediately. This alleged transgenic is considered to be a dangerous fugitive and should not be approached under any circumstances. It is unclear if the suspect is armed."
Alec's face became overcome with panic as he reached for his cell phone,
"That's Biggs!"
He pressed it to his ear as he dialled a number,
"Come on!"
* * * * *
Biggs snuck out of his hiding place back onto the street, walking fast down the crowded street. He answered his phone on the first ring,
"Biggs?"
"Hey Alec. You wont believe what just happened to me."
"Where are you?"
"Near your place."
"You need to get back to Terminal City right now pal."
"Why? What's wrong?"
Biggs paused as the man who had been shouting for donations against transgenics approached him,
"Excuse me."
"Alec, hang on."
"Excuse me!"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna help keep the neighbourhood trannie-safe?"
"Some other time."
He mumbled what he thought would pass as a dismissal, stopping as he caught sight of the newscast on a television in a shop window. His concentration became fixated on the screen. Momentarily distracted, the man that had approached him slammed a brick into the back of Biggs' head. He fell to the ground, his barcode clear above his jacket. The man's voice carried out loudly to a group of men that had been standing with him,
"Hey! He's one of them!"
He looked down at Biggs on the ground, who was moaning incoherently, blood pouring out from a deep gash in the back of his head. The man stopped, spitting on him, before kicking him roughly in the gut,
"How do you like that, freak?"
His phone lay forgotten on the ground, Alec screaming out his name over and over on the other end as he scrambled out of Terminal City with Max hot on his trail. He kept his ear trained on the listening end as made his way there, picking up on the sound of gurgled screams and triumphant laughs.
Biggs sat up slowly as the men backed off, his face a shredded and bloody mess. The first man turned around to look at him,
"Haven't had enough yet?"
They advanced on him again and Biggs stood up slowly, swaying from side to side, but determined to put his all in if he was on his way out. He looked around wildly, deciding that perhaps the best option would be to run, rather than fight and face further exposure. He backed away slightly, his leg bent at an awkward angle,
"You don't want to fight me."
"Or is that you don't want to fight us? I think we've done a pretty good job so far!"
They faked a move at him and he jumped, causing them to break into cackles of laughter. The leader stepped forward, taunting him in a little baby voice,
"Oh, who's a big mutant. Scared of me, a mere human! Oh poor thing..."
Another stepped forward, his eyes glinting,
"Well why don't we put him out of his misery."
The two came flying at him and he easily blocked their punches, despite his serious injuries. He limped to the left, elbowing the leader in the head and sending him to the ground. The next guy tried his luck at a flying kick, only to have his leg caught mid air by Biggs and his body sent crashing onto his friend's.
Three down.
One to go.
He was angry now, he was hurt and somehow he had managed to survive against four full-grown men.
He blurred behind the now trembling fourth man, turning him to face him eye to eye. Biggs' eyes could only be described as soldier. The man shook harder, they were the eyes of a killer.
Emotionless.
Void of any feeling.
He opened his mouth to scream, the sound never coming out as Biggs cracked him on the head and let him fall unconscious onto the ground.
He stopped, leaning on his knees, taking in deep breaths to calm down his racing heart. He took a mental check of his wounds, deciding it might be better to call help, than attempt to go on his own back to TC. As he regulated his breathing, he stood, gingerly placing a hand on his head in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
A sound came from behind him and he turned swiftly, the same brick ripping into his face with amazing speed. It gouged his eye, blood spurting everywhere and his nose made a sickening crack. Biggs fell backwards, stumbling, but managing to stay on his feet. He opened his one good eye to see the battered leader, a gun pointed at his head.
* * * * *
2000 hours
Alec's lungs gasped as he threw himself along the path, searching desperately for any sign of Biggs. He was barely aware of Max running behind him, her own breaths ragged and panicked.
He stopped, almost falling, as his eyes spotted a commotion up ahead. Max grabbed at a passer-by,
"Hey, what the hell's going on?"
"Bunch of the neighbourhood guys got a hold of one of them mutants that's been on the news."
"What do you mean, 'got a hold of'?"
"Gave 'em hell. (Points proudly) What do you think?"
It was like slow motion. Max and Alec turned to follow the guy's outstretched finger, their eyes blinded temporarily by a blazing fire.
A burning X.
And Biggs' body.
Hung upside down, a thick coating of blood covering his once handsome face and a pool gathered underneath. Alec staggered backwards, his hand covering his mouth to stop the reflex up-chuck action. But his actions were in vain. He fell to the ground vomiting, his eyes flooding and overflowing with tears. The guy looked at Alec, then Max,
"I know it's a bit gruesome. But hey, that oughta teach them freaks a lesson, huh?"
She shook her head sadly; tempted to hit the guy, but knowing it would only cause a scene. As he walked off to join the celebrating crowd, she turned to comfort Alec, not having had realised he was long gone.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
I really didn't want to kill Biggs, but I felt that it sorta went with the story, so be it. (Sorry to the reviewers who were happy he was alive! But at least he died fighting). I had them kill him with a gun, only because I didn't think that they would be able to take him on to the death, even with him being so injured. And yes it was gory. Sorry. I'm in a bad mood (well not now, but I was.). I wrote this chapter out, in a much nicer way and then before I saved it, we (naturally) had a blackout (in the middle of summer - what the?) so I could only recover about half of it...boo hoo... But it is done now and I'd love to know what you think, even if you totally slag me, whatever. But please don't be too harsh! Stay tuned!
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Seattle; Terminal City; September 19th 2022
1900 hours
Alec entered headquarters and headed straight for Max, pulling her into a gentle hug,
"I'm going to get to the bottom of this, I promise."
"It's just so unfair. If we're right about it being a cult guy, then it is just not fair, we're getting blamed for it."
"He will pay."
"And if it's not, then it's my fault. I let him out."
"There is no way this is your fault. You didn't let him out - you saved his life. You released him from a fiery death. Don't sell yourself short. Ever."
He let go of her as Luke yelled out loudly,
"Hey everyone, look! Guys! Hey, guys! Guys!"
A newscast came on a TV screen, announcing that the police were pursuing a transgenic. A picture of Biggs' face filled it as the anchorwoman talked,
"If you see this individual, please alert the authorities immediately. This alleged transgenic is considered to be a dangerous fugitive and should not be approached under any circumstances. It is unclear if the suspect is armed."
Alec's face became overcome with panic as he reached for his cell phone,
"That's Biggs!"
He pressed it to his ear as he dialled a number,
"Come on!"
* * * * *
Biggs snuck out of his hiding place back onto the street, walking fast down the crowded street. He answered his phone on the first ring,
"Biggs?"
"Hey Alec. You wont believe what just happened to me."
"Where are you?"
"Near your place."
"You need to get back to Terminal City right now pal."
"Why? What's wrong?"
Biggs paused as the man who had been shouting for donations against transgenics approached him,
"Excuse me."
"Alec, hang on."
"Excuse me!"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna help keep the neighbourhood trannie-safe?"
"Some other time."
He mumbled what he thought would pass as a dismissal, stopping as he caught sight of the newscast on a television in a shop window. His concentration became fixated on the screen. Momentarily distracted, the man that had approached him slammed a brick into the back of Biggs' head. He fell to the ground, his barcode clear above his jacket. The man's voice carried out loudly to a group of men that had been standing with him,
"Hey! He's one of them!"
He looked down at Biggs on the ground, who was moaning incoherently, blood pouring out from a deep gash in the back of his head. The man stopped, spitting on him, before kicking him roughly in the gut,
"How do you like that, freak?"
His phone lay forgotten on the ground, Alec screaming out his name over and over on the other end as he scrambled out of Terminal City with Max hot on his trail. He kept his ear trained on the listening end as made his way there, picking up on the sound of gurgled screams and triumphant laughs.
Biggs sat up slowly as the men backed off, his face a shredded and bloody mess. The first man turned around to look at him,
"Haven't had enough yet?"
They advanced on him again and Biggs stood up slowly, swaying from side to side, but determined to put his all in if he was on his way out. He looked around wildly, deciding that perhaps the best option would be to run, rather than fight and face further exposure. He backed away slightly, his leg bent at an awkward angle,
"You don't want to fight me."
"Or is that you don't want to fight us? I think we've done a pretty good job so far!"
They faked a move at him and he jumped, causing them to break into cackles of laughter. The leader stepped forward, taunting him in a little baby voice,
"Oh, who's a big mutant. Scared of me, a mere human! Oh poor thing..."
Another stepped forward, his eyes glinting,
"Well why don't we put him out of his misery."
The two came flying at him and he easily blocked their punches, despite his serious injuries. He limped to the left, elbowing the leader in the head and sending him to the ground. The next guy tried his luck at a flying kick, only to have his leg caught mid air by Biggs and his body sent crashing onto his friend's.
Three down.
One to go.
He was angry now, he was hurt and somehow he had managed to survive against four full-grown men.
He blurred behind the now trembling fourth man, turning him to face him eye to eye. Biggs' eyes could only be described as soldier. The man shook harder, they were the eyes of a killer.
Emotionless.
Void of any feeling.
He opened his mouth to scream, the sound never coming out as Biggs cracked him on the head and let him fall unconscious onto the ground.
He stopped, leaning on his knees, taking in deep breaths to calm down his racing heart. He took a mental check of his wounds, deciding it might be better to call help, than attempt to go on his own back to TC. As he regulated his breathing, he stood, gingerly placing a hand on his head in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
A sound came from behind him and he turned swiftly, the same brick ripping into his face with amazing speed. It gouged his eye, blood spurting everywhere and his nose made a sickening crack. Biggs fell backwards, stumbling, but managing to stay on his feet. He opened his one good eye to see the battered leader, a gun pointed at his head.
* * * * *
2000 hours
Alec's lungs gasped as he threw himself along the path, searching desperately for any sign of Biggs. He was barely aware of Max running behind him, her own breaths ragged and panicked.
He stopped, almost falling, as his eyes spotted a commotion up ahead. Max grabbed at a passer-by,
"Hey, what the hell's going on?"
"Bunch of the neighbourhood guys got a hold of one of them mutants that's been on the news."
"What do you mean, 'got a hold of'?"
"Gave 'em hell. (Points proudly) What do you think?"
It was like slow motion. Max and Alec turned to follow the guy's outstretched finger, their eyes blinded temporarily by a blazing fire.
A burning X.
And Biggs' body.
Hung upside down, a thick coating of blood covering his once handsome face and a pool gathered underneath. Alec staggered backwards, his hand covering his mouth to stop the reflex up-chuck action. But his actions were in vain. He fell to the ground vomiting, his eyes flooding and overflowing with tears. The guy looked at Alec, then Max,
"I know it's a bit gruesome. But hey, that oughta teach them freaks a lesson, huh?"
She shook her head sadly; tempted to hit the guy, but knowing it would only cause a scene. As he walked off to join the celebrating crowd, she turned to comfort Alec, not having had realised he was long gone.
* * * * *
To be continued...
Author's Note:
I really didn't want to kill Biggs, but I felt that it sorta went with the story, so be it. (Sorry to the reviewers who were happy he was alive! But at least he died fighting). I had them kill him with a gun, only because I didn't think that they would be able to take him on to the death, even with him being so injured. And yes it was gory. Sorry. I'm in a bad mood (well not now, but I was.). I wrote this chapter out, in a much nicer way and then before I saved it, we (naturally) had a blackout (in the middle of summer - what the?) so I could only recover about half of it...boo hoo... But it is done now and I'd love to know what you think, even if you totally slag me, whatever. But please don't be too harsh! Stay tuned!