A/N: First I would rate this R for language. And yeah I know what a dull
chapter name. Its good enough i suppose. I think it turned out pretty well.
Please review! I really want to know what you think of this chapter.
A/N 2: Skyfire4- thanks for your comments. I find dialogue easier to write than scenery descriptions. I suppose that comes from seeing everything in my mind in terms of screenplay directions (too many college courses). I just find people have an easier time reading in regular story form.
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Dylan reached over and pressed the button that lowered the lights in the room. She may have been unconscious for thirty hours but the virus had worn her out. She snuggled under the rough woolen blanket and closed her eyes. She didn't want to sleep though, she was lonely. She wasn't sure how that was possible Alex and Natalie had stayed for two hours before Getty arrived. "You aren't lonely for just anyone. You want him to be here," the illogical part of her said. Even the rational part had to agree, that was it. She wanted Anthony to be there. She wondered where he had gone and if he would be back. She wanted to thank him for saving her. Dylan clasped her hand around the medallion that dangled from her neck and fell into a quiet sleep.
Anthony entered the hospital after going back to the hotel to change his suit. As he walked past hospital reception he ran into one of the two expectant fathers from earlier. "Hey," said the dad stopping him, "just thought you'd like to know, we had twin." Anthony didn't know why this man who he had acknowledged briefly thought he cared. "A boy and a girl. We can't decide what to name them though; maybe Emily and David or Susan and Edward. What do you think of these teddy bears?" The man babbled holding two bears one pink and one blue out for his inspection. Anthony looked at the bears and had a weird notion, he hadn't thought about a get well present for Dylan. Normally he wasn't wishing people well he was killing them. He turned and walked back towards the gift shop leaving the new father going on about bears and whether buying ones in pink and blue were gender biased, to himself.
He browsed the gift shop not finding anything; part of the problem was he wasn't sure what she liked. "Can I help you?" asked a feminine voice from behind him. He turned to see a teenage girl not more than sixteen standing behind him. He pulled out his pad and wrote, "I need a gift for a friend."
"Man or woman?" she asked. Anthony didn't know what he was doing. He felt like an alien had taken over his body. "Woman," he wrote.
"Hmmm.have you thought about a stuffed animal? Women love them. Or jewelry? Or maybe a music box?" He thought a moment and shook his head "no". "Okay, then maybe flowers," the girl suggested leading him over to the florist that was part of the gift shop. Anthony looked at the blossoms that had been arranged by color. Nothing seemed quite right until he saw it a single pale pink colored rose with petals fringed in the deepest red that they were almost black. He plucked it from its container and handed it to the sales girl. "That is lovely and so romantic. A single rose. I wish my boyfriend would do something like that for me, but he only seems to have time for his car," she said ringing up the flower.
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"Isn't that cute?" asked Clarke peeking in the window of Dylan's room, "She's asleep." He peered up and down the hall making sure there was no one around to ask question as to what they were doing.
Gloria shoved her way in front and looked in as well. "So what now?" she asked. "He isn't here and we can't wait all day."
"Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, calm down and relax. I had an idea about this. You know I plan ahead. We just abduct her. Leave a note and tell him where to come to and claim her. Once he is there I kill him and we let her go or you can do whatever with her. I don't really care," he said as though talking to a child and slowly opening the door.
Matthews hated when he patronized her but there wasn't much she could do about it. She tapped him on the shoulder. "So how are we going to get her out of here? You just can't throw her over your shoulder and walk out."
"That my dear is exactly what I am going to do," said Clarke and entered the room with Gloria close behind him.
"You keep watch," he whispered to her loudly. Gloria went back to the door and watched what her partner was doing in-between steeling glances out the window. Clarke reached into his pocket and produced a sepia bottle and a handkerchief.
"What is that?" she whispered as Clarke poured the liquid onto the cloth.
"Chloroform." He stepped closer to the bed and Dylan rolled sleepily over. As he leaned towards her she opened her eyes and kicked him in the chest. The Chloroform bottle fell to the tiled floor in a spray of liquid and glass. "You little bitch!" he yelled and lunged at her but she jumped to the other side of the bed. The fumes from the chemical were bothering his lungs and making him groggy. "Don't let her get out of here Gloria:"
Dylan hadn't seen the other woman standing by the door. "Don't worry Clarke, "she won't get out of her without us carrying her out."
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Anthony stepped out of the elevator and noticed his friend Leon in the waiting room looking at the TV. He walked over and tapped Leon on the shoulder. "Hey, Quiet Man, you almost gave me a heart attack. Damn!" he said grabbing his chest. "I was just watching this breaking news report they're talking about some rogue FBI agents"
Anthony looked up at the TV on the wall. "These two people, Agents Reynold Clarke and Gloria Matthews are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. Do not attempt to apprehend them yourself. Call the police." said the voice of the WGN newscaster as the pictures of Matthews and Clarke flashed up on the screen.
"I've seen that woman," said Leon. "I just don't know where."
Taking his notepad out of his pocket he wrote, "When?!?"
Leon rubbed his temples trying to remember where he had seen her. Then he snapped his fingers. "Today. She is a nurse here." Then he realized what he had said. "My god she isn't a nurse here, she is dressed as a nurse here." Anthony turned and ran towards Dylan's room, the rose still in his hand and Leon following.
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"Get away from me," Dylan coughed and covered her nose and mouth with her hand. Clarke lunged for her again. She jumped back over the bed and started to go for the door, cutting her feet on the slivers of broken bottle. Clarke, however was too quick and grabbed her with his arms around her waist. Dylan brought her head back and hit it as hard as she could against his face. She heard a loud crack as he dropped one hand and yelled, "You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!"
"Do you think anyone will be able to tell?" she asked and kicked him in the shin. This time he let loose his grip on her and she fell to the floor. When she was down he kicked her in the ribs. She felt the gas from the chloroform burning her lungs and making her eyes water. He kicked her again. She cried out and tried to get up off the floor. As Dylan used the edge of the bed for leverage he grabbed her by her hair and hit her in the stomach over and over.
"Clarke what are you doing? You're going to kill her!" screamed Gloria. This wasn't the plan at all. She knew Clarke was not very stable mentally, one of the reasons he fit so well into the fight at the Chief's, but the angel had apparently helped him across the line when she commented on his nose. Gloria grabbed his hand as he pulled it back to punch the angel again. He dropped Dylan to the floor like a rag doll and shoved Gloria across the room. With a crash she went sprawling into the small desk on the other side.
"You interfering whore!" he yelled at Gloria. "If I want to kill her I will. I am large and in charge!" Dylan tried to get up but she hurt, pretty sure he had broken a couple of her ribs and her feet stung. She knew that not all the blood on the floor was from Clarke's nose. Dylan grabbed the bed again and tried to raise herself off the floor. Just then the door to the room swung open revealing Anthony and Leon. At the same moment Clarke emptied all six shots of his revolver into Gloria.
Clarke turned surprised to see Anthony standing there. "Well, well, it looks like Glory was right you did show up to see your little girlfriend." He aimed the gun at Anthony and shot but nothing happened, just a small click. He looked at the gun in surprise not realizing he used all six shots to kill his accomplice. Anthony saw his opportunity. He drew his sword and charged at the large crazed FBI agent. Clarke dodged his thrust and spun kicking Anthony backwards into Leon.
"You think you are a better fighter than me? Think you are something because you beat me at the Chief's? Well think again. This time you aren't going to win," called Clarke to Anthony.
Anthony stood and attacked Clarke again. Dylan watched as the two men struggled with each other. Clarke kicked but Anthony ducked deciding that it would be best to let the large man wear himself out. Clarke was in good shape though, he wasn't going to be so easy to exhaust. They went on fighting for what seemed like ages. Clarke then remembered Dylan just as she tried to get out the door but Clarke jerked her back by her hair and threw her across the room. "I don't think you are going anywhere until I'm done with your boyfriend."
That was enough for Dylan. She summoned her remaining strength hit him over the head with the bedpan then fell to the floor as her cut feet couldn't hold her any longer. Clarke stopped for a moment with a surprised look on his face and collapsed onto the floor next to her. Anthony let out a scream and aimed his sword for Clarke's heart. "No, Anthony don't" cried Dylan remembering how Mr. Bell was found in the hotel room. He didn't stop. He couldn't. He saw nothing but the man that he was certain arranged for him to be attacked in California which resulted in Dimitri's death. He was the man who had beaten Dylan. He ran the sword into the man's heart.
Dylan watched in horror as Anthony stabbed the man. She saw his eyes steely, cold and unfeeling. She knew she shouldn't feel bad that Agent Reynold Clarke was dead especially since he, without a second, thought killed Gloria Matthews and would have killed her. It was that Anthony didn't need to kill him that bothered her. It was how easily he took the man's life as he lay unconscious on the floor.
Anthony pulled his sword out of Clarke's chest as Leon ran over and took his pulse. He walked towards Dylan and held out his hand. "Get away from me!" she hissed and shrunk away from him. She didn't want anything to do with him right now. She had known he was an assassin but watching him actually kill the man made her blood turn to ice. Anthony looked down at her with sad eyes.
"Listen man," said Leon resting his hand on Anthony's shoulder. "It's a clear case of self defense and if Dylan backs it up when the police arrive.it shouldn't be a problem." Leon's words were falling on deaf ears. "You'll tell them he killed the man in self defense right?" asked Leon looking hopefully at Dylan.
"How can you call what he did self-defense? You're a doctor and Clarke was unconscious." Then to Anthony she said, "I asked you not to. Why didn't you stop?"
How he could explain, he wondered. Maybe the dark was all he knew. He looked at Dylan on the floor bruised and battered and fearful of him, loathing him. Currently he loathed himself too, but he had only done what came so naturally. "I was wrong to try to go towards the light with the angels," he thought. "I only belong in the darkness with the demons." He laid the sword on the bed and walked out of the room. As he left he noticed the rose he bought for Dylan laying partially under the bed, crumpled and broken, and thought, "How symbolic."
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It wasn't long before Natalie and Alex returned. They were surprised to see the room, blood was everywhere but housekeeping was trying to clean it up. A police officer directed them to a room down the hall. Dylan was lying in bed looking at a wilted rose with missing petals. A nurse was removing the shards of glass from her feet. "Dylan," said Natalie, "What happened?"
Dylan looked up from the rose her eyes full of pain. "Sweetie, tell us what went on," said Alex sitting on the other side of the bed.
The nurse stopped removing the glass and smiled at Dylan, "I'm all done. Now don't walk on those for awhile. When you are all done talking to your friends I'll be back to bandage them."
Dylan just nodded and watched her leave. "Dylan tell us what happened?"
"Clarke and Matthews showed up while I was asleep and tried to kidnap me. Clarke killed Matthews and then the Thin Man showed up." Nat and Alex looked at each other worriedly. It couldn't be good if she was calling Anthony "The Thin Man."
"What happened then," asked Nat pulling a chair over.
"He killed Clarke. I asked him not to do it. Clarke was unconscious but he killed him anyway. It was as though.." She drifted off.
"As though?" asked Alex urging her to continue.
Dylan wiped a stray tear away with the back of her hand. "It was as though he had no conscious." She didn't know how to explain all that was bothering her; how Leon and her father, who had left before the angels arrived, defended him to the police; how she hated Anthony's actions but still felt something for him, or how she was tired and confused and mad at herself for loving him to begin with.
A/N 2: Skyfire4- thanks for your comments. I find dialogue easier to write than scenery descriptions. I suppose that comes from seeing everything in my mind in terms of screenplay directions (too many college courses). I just find people have an easier time reading in regular story form.
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Dylan reached over and pressed the button that lowered the lights in the room. She may have been unconscious for thirty hours but the virus had worn her out. She snuggled under the rough woolen blanket and closed her eyes. She didn't want to sleep though, she was lonely. She wasn't sure how that was possible Alex and Natalie had stayed for two hours before Getty arrived. "You aren't lonely for just anyone. You want him to be here," the illogical part of her said. Even the rational part had to agree, that was it. She wanted Anthony to be there. She wondered where he had gone and if he would be back. She wanted to thank him for saving her. Dylan clasped her hand around the medallion that dangled from her neck and fell into a quiet sleep.
Anthony entered the hospital after going back to the hotel to change his suit. As he walked past hospital reception he ran into one of the two expectant fathers from earlier. "Hey," said the dad stopping him, "just thought you'd like to know, we had twin." Anthony didn't know why this man who he had acknowledged briefly thought he cared. "A boy and a girl. We can't decide what to name them though; maybe Emily and David or Susan and Edward. What do you think of these teddy bears?" The man babbled holding two bears one pink and one blue out for his inspection. Anthony looked at the bears and had a weird notion, he hadn't thought about a get well present for Dylan. Normally he wasn't wishing people well he was killing them. He turned and walked back towards the gift shop leaving the new father going on about bears and whether buying ones in pink and blue were gender biased, to himself.
He browsed the gift shop not finding anything; part of the problem was he wasn't sure what she liked. "Can I help you?" asked a feminine voice from behind him. He turned to see a teenage girl not more than sixteen standing behind him. He pulled out his pad and wrote, "I need a gift for a friend."
"Man or woman?" she asked. Anthony didn't know what he was doing. He felt like an alien had taken over his body. "Woman," he wrote.
"Hmmm.have you thought about a stuffed animal? Women love them. Or jewelry? Or maybe a music box?" He thought a moment and shook his head "no". "Okay, then maybe flowers," the girl suggested leading him over to the florist that was part of the gift shop. Anthony looked at the blossoms that had been arranged by color. Nothing seemed quite right until he saw it a single pale pink colored rose with petals fringed in the deepest red that they were almost black. He plucked it from its container and handed it to the sales girl. "That is lovely and so romantic. A single rose. I wish my boyfriend would do something like that for me, but he only seems to have time for his car," she said ringing up the flower.
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"Isn't that cute?" asked Clarke peeking in the window of Dylan's room, "She's asleep." He peered up and down the hall making sure there was no one around to ask question as to what they were doing.
Gloria shoved her way in front and looked in as well. "So what now?" she asked. "He isn't here and we can't wait all day."
"Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, calm down and relax. I had an idea about this. You know I plan ahead. We just abduct her. Leave a note and tell him where to come to and claim her. Once he is there I kill him and we let her go or you can do whatever with her. I don't really care," he said as though talking to a child and slowly opening the door.
Matthews hated when he patronized her but there wasn't much she could do about it. She tapped him on the shoulder. "So how are we going to get her out of here? You just can't throw her over your shoulder and walk out."
"That my dear is exactly what I am going to do," said Clarke and entered the room with Gloria close behind him.
"You keep watch," he whispered to her loudly. Gloria went back to the door and watched what her partner was doing in-between steeling glances out the window. Clarke reached into his pocket and produced a sepia bottle and a handkerchief.
"What is that?" she whispered as Clarke poured the liquid onto the cloth.
"Chloroform." He stepped closer to the bed and Dylan rolled sleepily over. As he leaned towards her she opened her eyes and kicked him in the chest. The Chloroform bottle fell to the tiled floor in a spray of liquid and glass. "You little bitch!" he yelled and lunged at her but she jumped to the other side of the bed. The fumes from the chemical were bothering his lungs and making him groggy. "Don't let her get out of here Gloria:"
Dylan hadn't seen the other woman standing by the door. "Don't worry Clarke, "she won't get out of her without us carrying her out."
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Anthony stepped out of the elevator and noticed his friend Leon in the waiting room looking at the TV. He walked over and tapped Leon on the shoulder. "Hey, Quiet Man, you almost gave me a heart attack. Damn!" he said grabbing his chest. "I was just watching this breaking news report they're talking about some rogue FBI agents"
Anthony looked up at the TV on the wall. "These two people, Agents Reynold Clarke and Gloria Matthews are to be considered armed and extremely dangerous. Do not attempt to apprehend them yourself. Call the police." said the voice of the WGN newscaster as the pictures of Matthews and Clarke flashed up on the screen.
"I've seen that woman," said Leon. "I just don't know where."
Taking his notepad out of his pocket he wrote, "When?!?"
Leon rubbed his temples trying to remember where he had seen her. Then he snapped his fingers. "Today. She is a nurse here." Then he realized what he had said. "My god she isn't a nurse here, she is dressed as a nurse here." Anthony turned and ran towards Dylan's room, the rose still in his hand and Leon following.
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"Get away from me," Dylan coughed and covered her nose and mouth with her hand. Clarke lunged for her again. She jumped back over the bed and started to go for the door, cutting her feet on the slivers of broken bottle. Clarke, however was too quick and grabbed her with his arms around her waist. Dylan brought her head back and hit it as hard as she could against his face. She heard a loud crack as he dropped one hand and yelled, "You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!"
"Do you think anyone will be able to tell?" she asked and kicked him in the shin. This time he let loose his grip on her and she fell to the floor. When she was down he kicked her in the ribs. She felt the gas from the chloroform burning her lungs and making her eyes water. He kicked her again. She cried out and tried to get up off the floor. As Dylan used the edge of the bed for leverage he grabbed her by her hair and hit her in the stomach over and over.
"Clarke what are you doing? You're going to kill her!" screamed Gloria. This wasn't the plan at all. She knew Clarke was not very stable mentally, one of the reasons he fit so well into the fight at the Chief's, but the angel had apparently helped him across the line when she commented on his nose. Gloria grabbed his hand as he pulled it back to punch the angel again. He dropped Dylan to the floor like a rag doll and shoved Gloria across the room. With a crash she went sprawling into the small desk on the other side.
"You interfering whore!" he yelled at Gloria. "If I want to kill her I will. I am large and in charge!" Dylan tried to get up but she hurt, pretty sure he had broken a couple of her ribs and her feet stung. She knew that not all the blood on the floor was from Clarke's nose. Dylan grabbed the bed again and tried to raise herself off the floor. Just then the door to the room swung open revealing Anthony and Leon. At the same moment Clarke emptied all six shots of his revolver into Gloria.
Clarke turned surprised to see Anthony standing there. "Well, well, it looks like Glory was right you did show up to see your little girlfriend." He aimed the gun at Anthony and shot but nothing happened, just a small click. He looked at the gun in surprise not realizing he used all six shots to kill his accomplice. Anthony saw his opportunity. He drew his sword and charged at the large crazed FBI agent. Clarke dodged his thrust and spun kicking Anthony backwards into Leon.
"You think you are a better fighter than me? Think you are something because you beat me at the Chief's? Well think again. This time you aren't going to win," called Clarke to Anthony.
Anthony stood and attacked Clarke again. Dylan watched as the two men struggled with each other. Clarke kicked but Anthony ducked deciding that it would be best to let the large man wear himself out. Clarke was in good shape though, he wasn't going to be so easy to exhaust. They went on fighting for what seemed like ages. Clarke then remembered Dylan just as she tried to get out the door but Clarke jerked her back by her hair and threw her across the room. "I don't think you are going anywhere until I'm done with your boyfriend."
That was enough for Dylan. She summoned her remaining strength hit him over the head with the bedpan then fell to the floor as her cut feet couldn't hold her any longer. Clarke stopped for a moment with a surprised look on his face and collapsed onto the floor next to her. Anthony let out a scream and aimed his sword for Clarke's heart. "No, Anthony don't" cried Dylan remembering how Mr. Bell was found in the hotel room. He didn't stop. He couldn't. He saw nothing but the man that he was certain arranged for him to be attacked in California which resulted in Dimitri's death. He was the man who had beaten Dylan. He ran the sword into the man's heart.
Dylan watched in horror as Anthony stabbed the man. She saw his eyes steely, cold and unfeeling. She knew she shouldn't feel bad that Agent Reynold Clarke was dead especially since he, without a second, thought killed Gloria Matthews and would have killed her. It was that Anthony didn't need to kill him that bothered her. It was how easily he took the man's life as he lay unconscious on the floor.
Anthony pulled his sword out of Clarke's chest as Leon ran over and took his pulse. He walked towards Dylan and held out his hand. "Get away from me!" she hissed and shrunk away from him. She didn't want anything to do with him right now. She had known he was an assassin but watching him actually kill the man made her blood turn to ice. Anthony looked down at her with sad eyes.
"Listen man," said Leon resting his hand on Anthony's shoulder. "It's a clear case of self defense and if Dylan backs it up when the police arrive.it shouldn't be a problem." Leon's words were falling on deaf ears. "You'll tell them he killed the man in self defense right?" asked Leon looking hopefully at Dylan.
"How can you call what he did self-defense? You're a doctor and Clarke was unconscious." Then to Anthony she said, "I asked you not to. Why didn't you stop?"
How he could explain, he wondered. Maybe the dark was all he knew. He looked at Dylan on the floor bruised and battered and fearful of him, loathing him. Currently he loathed himself too, but he had only done what came so naturally. "I was wrong to try to go towards the light with the angels," he thought. "I only belong in the darkness with the demons." He laid the sword on the bed and walked out of the room. As he left he noticed the rose he bought for Dylan laying partially under the bed, crumpled and broken, and thought, "How symbolic."
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It wasn't long before Natalie and Alex returned. They were surprised to see the room, blood was everywhere but housekeeping was trying to clean it up. A police officer directed them to a room down the hall. Dylan was lying in bed looking at a wilted rose with missing petals. A nurse was removing the shards of glass from her feet. "Dylan," said Natalie, "What happened?"
Dylan looked up from the rose her eyes full of pain. "Sweetie, tell us what went on," said Alex sitting on the other side of the bed.
The nurse stopped removing the glass and smiled at Dylan, "I'm all done. Now don't walk on those for awhile. When you are all done talking to your friends I'll be back to bandage them."
Dylan just nodded and watched her leave. "Dylan tell us what happened?"
"Clarke and Matthews showed up while I was asleep and tried to kidnap me. Clarke killed Matthews and then the Thin Man showed up." Nat and Alex looked at each other worriedly. It couldn't be good if she was calling Anthony "The Thin Man."
"What happened then," asked Nat pulling a chair over.
"He killed Clarke. I asked him not to do it. Clarke was unconscious but he killed him anyway. It was as though.." She drifted off.
"As though?" asked Alex urging her to continue.
Dylan wiped a stray tear away with the back of her hand. "It was as though he had no conscious." She didn't know how to explain all that was bothering her; how Leon and her father, who had left before the angels arrived, defended him to the police; how she hated Anthony's actions but still felt something for him, or how she was tired and confused and mad at herself for loving him to begin with.