Dis: HEY, I can really say "All these guys in this chapter are mine. WOW! Feels gooooooood!

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Made of Steel

Chp.3



Property Of.

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The Doctor walked away from the terrace of his hotel penthouse. He sipped his bourbon, sat down behind the mini grand piano. He sat his glass on top and started to play. His round framed glasses slipped down his nose a bit. His over grown neck and head swayed back and forth.

His XXL gut sank over the tie of his robe, as his fat finger pulled a mix of Beethoven from the keys.



Behind him the hotel room door cracked open. Dr. Parson's personal muscle stepped in. He was called Fix, Because what Dr. Parson couldn't fix, he could, one way or the other. The bald, 6'3, South African man respectfully cleared his throat. The Doctor held one hand up telling Fix to allow the boys in. He didn't stop playing, he didn't like to leave anything unfinished.



Fix walked in followed by the Rodriguez brothers. Todd took off his jacket and tossed it on the back of the plush arm chair as he past. Trevor walked over to the piano. He stood next to the Doctor as he played. As The Doctor ,Trevor appreciated the classical work.



Todd stood in front of the small bar in the corner. He grabbed a glass, removed the hotel cover paper, and poured himself a vodka double shot on ice. He added another shot before speaking.

" It's done. She'll be begging me to stick her by the end of the week."



The Doctor stopped playing. Todd glanced over to his rude brother. They had been under the good Doctors wing for close to 3 years now. Trevor knew he didn't like interruption, just as much as he hated to be disrespected or tartness. There were hundreds of ways to make Parson up-set, Trevor knew them all. Todd knew them as well but, choose not to care. Trevor never understood why, after all these years of seeing the bodies pile up, would Todd want to piss of their care taker.



The Doctor turned to Todd. His belly expanded with every hard breath he took. He removed his glasses. " Watch your tongue." He warned in his slow talking, calm growl.



Todd's usual cocky smirk disappeared when the doctor's hunting eyes were visible. He squared his shoulders and nodded his apology.



He got up and walked over to Todd, snatch the glass of liquor from his hand and set it on the bar top. Todd's bullheadedness got the best of him, he reached for his glass. The Doctor back handed Todd sending him 2 feet from the spot he once stood. He whipped the blood from his hand on his robe. His voice never lost it's collectiveness. "We need to accrue the fonds."



Trevor watched his brother knell on the couch. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Todd stood blinking the dizzy feeling away. He cast his eyes to the ground. " Forgive me."



The Doctor made his way over to the arm chair and flopped down. He pointed to his drink on the piano. Trevor quickly brought it to his a waiting hand. He sipped and finished talking.

" We will be leaving Gotham as soon as possible."



Trevor spoke before he could stop himself. " Leave?" He instantly cast his gaze to the carpet. The Doctor only swirled the glass making the brown liquid twirl. He took a deep breathe.



"Fix. Take our young Todd to his room to clean up."



Fix nodded, opened the door and motioned for Todd to follow. Todd glared at the fat man and his brother as he walked out. They would have another conversation without him.



The door clicked shut. Trevor stood very still, until the Doctor motioned him to take a seat. Trevor backed up to the piano bench and waited to be spoken to.



" What is here in Gotham? Nothing of your interest. This city of stone and metal? No, your taste are like my own, there for, you know we will depart."



Trevor looked up and spoke steadily. " The girl, she..."



The Doctor began to laugh. He rolled up and walked back out to the terrace. Trevor quickly followed.



"The Girl." He repeated. "You have allowed yourself the luxury of emotions."



Trevor listened to him speak. He put his head down in shame. " I am sorry."



" No, no, my boy. You are young. It is expected." The Doctor said, causing Trevor to left his head. His feeling for Max had not shamed him in the eyes of Parson. He relaxed a bit and gazed out at the city.



Parson smiled. " What do you propose we do about this situation?"



This confused Trevor. " Situation?" He asked.



"Yes. We need the money she possesses." Trevor still didn't understand. The Doctor set his glass on the cement rale, he turned and place both hands on his shoulders. " I will not deprive you of your wants. Find a way."



Trevor smiled and nodded he now understood. The Doctor gave a nod back and retired for the night, leaving Trevor outside.



Trevor grabbed the glass, gave a toast to the sky and downed the last of the liquor in one swig. Someone up there like him.



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Todd sat picking threw his hotel serviced dinner cart. He dropped the carrot, moved the crisp lettuce around the other sides and put a grape in his mouth. His jaw was red and a bit swollen. Parson didn't know who he was messing with this time. For three years now he treated them like this, well, HIM like this. Pushing him around like he was his little flunky.



Todd pushed the cart away and started pacing the room.



Todd remembered what the Doctor told him and his brother that night before he gave them the hit. "I own you." He said with those hunting eyes.



Trevor was always his favorite. He treated them as equal until he found out the Todd took Trevor place in the testing program. Trevor was to sick to get out of bed that day, so Todd put on some of his cloths and went down to that government building in his twin brother place. At first it was better than he expected. Gave them all lunch, let them use the big screen, the vid game, the stereo in the recreation room. They called him into the white room with the silver door. The scientist shot him up with something. At first he didn't feel any different. It would be two more shoots before the tippy side effects would cure his sweet hunger. He signed a release form and went home. When he walked in the door he stumbled over ice cream papers and empty coke cans. His brother ran out the kitchen sweating like mad. He slapped him in the face and yelled at him for what he did. Todd's brother screamed about how he need the Sacc. They argued , Todd had to go, or they wouldn't get the fifteen grand, human research check at the need of the month. Trevor told him they had to go, that Parson would get him the Sacc.



Doctor Parson. The Doctor, as most called him. Gave Trevor what he wanted, didn't tell his fallow staff about the twins changing places every other test day. Of course, there was something in it fo him. When the other 4 test subjects died, The Doctor used all the information from their files and stole the life insurance money the company had on them.



That was the game. He would in roll the boys into high schools across the country. They would make good with the locals, give the teacher a story about air force brats, so they would only be attending a month or so. They would pick the targets. They had to be 18, wealthy parents who were never around. Get them hooked on Sacc. After a while, The brothers would stop shooting the target up so the kid goes comatose and die without the drug in there system. The Doctor stiles the insurance money.



They couldn't leave him, The Doctor would hunt them down and kill them. He needed them to carry out the jobs. They needed the Sacc.



Trevor had no problem with the doc. They were like long lost father and son. Todd thought his brother had his head up the doc's ass. He envied what they had together. He was the bad seed.

Oh, well, he thought. One of us has to be the evil one.



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