* * *
"What number?" Brennan asked Shal as they climbed the stairs. Rather to
say, Brennan climbed them Shalimar literally jumped them.
"126," She replied, searching for the door, which could lead them to Jesse's return. The door in question had peeling paint and a large rusty handle. Rather than bother with the door, and any lock which it might possess, Shalimar's well-placed kick ended any life that it may have had, old as it was.
As they entered they looked around for any signs of habitation, and sure enough there were signs of having some usage. A milk carton stood on the nearby counter. Brennan walked over to it.
"Ew," he muttered as he smelt it, and looking at the sell by date he glanced over at Shalimar. "Hey Shal, This girl doesn't believe in cleanliness then. Unless she wants to poison herself with this milk." He scrunched his nose up. Shalimar, however, was scrutinizing the room. She stood until something caught her eye. She motioned to Brennan to follow her, and he left his post of randomly walking round the room, to look at an address on a post -it- note on the fridge door.
"Bingo," Brennan exclaimed while tearing it off. "Let's go."
* * *
'Such a small boy when I last saw you," the voice said, grinning teeth leaning over him as he tested his bonds to which he was tied to his chair by,
"You know me?" Jesse asked, a puzzled look coming into his eyes.
The old man sighed. "Alas, you have not remembered. Or been told. Well, it matters not. I am here to help you."
"I told her, I don't need help. Where am I?"
Avell wasn't listening, he had just placed his mobile on the table and was humming while fiddling with some syringes and bottles.
"What are you going to do? You know, maybe you haven't heard of free will or where everyone gets a say, but have you considered the fact that I don't want any of your insane treatment?" Jesse said angrily, covering up any anxiousness he had beneath a layer of furiousness which was steadily building up.
Avell looked around, a curiously amused look on his face. "But you have already been spoken for I am afraid." He paused, and took out a little button, and examined it. "Now, he muttered, "I am not so well aquatinted with this Sub Dermal governor, but Ms Dier persuaded me that this precaution would be beneficial for a person like you. I believe that by pressing this button-"
Jesse writhed in pain, as shooting currents shot through him.
"-yes, activates it. Well I am sure you will lose that unattractive sarcastic side of yours very soon."
Jesse gritted his teeth, and tried to rid himself of the pain that had just released itself from his now exhausted body.
"A brilliant invention, if I may say so myself. I believe your so-called 'leader' made it. Many congratulations to him. How, I must attend to Ms Dier, her treatment is coming. You will be ready soon, tonight perhaps. If you just stay there like a good boy," he smirked.
Jesse bared his teeth. "Let me go you fu-"
He writhed in pain as Avell pressed the black button, and went out of the room humming.
* * *
Jesse lay still, breathing heavily. He was exhausted and desperate. With his hands and legs tied he wasn't able to do much, but as he looked around the room he noticed Avell's mobile still lying on the table just beside him. He grinned, despite his serious situation. Leaning as far over as he could he managed to push it near his hand with his head, which wasn't secured, and grasp it in his hand. "Voila," he muttered and he felt for the keys as he dialed sanctuaries number. All of a sudden things looked brighter.
"Hello?" Adams voice rung out over the speaker of the mobile.
"Adam," Jesse whispered. "Its me. You gotta help me-"
"Jesse, where are you?" Adams urgent voice came over.
"Adam, it's a guy called Avell, he's some sort of scientist. Adam, " Jesse continued, his voice pleading, begging to Adam, in a fatherly way, that it was at this point that he needed rescuing, "You gotta help me. He knows me, I don't know what he's doing, but he's mad."
"Where are you?" Adam said again, his voice desperate, "Ill try and trace the call, keep on, or it wont connect."
Jesse thought carefully. Did he know where he was? No, he didn't think he did. All he knew was that if the others weren't careful, they would be going the same way. "Adam, he's crazy, the others have to be careful, hell want them too, he's after-"
Jesse couldn't finish the sentence before the phone had been snatched from his hands, and a blow to his face had been administered. He tasted the blood in his mouth, as a scowling Jason stood above him, phone in hand. He gave the unfortunate Jesse another kick and whack, and stormed out of the room after Avell. Jesse rolled in pain, his bonds digging in. He just hoped he could find a way out of this soon. He hoped the bleeding would stop, the warm blood in his mouth gave him a queasy feeling in his stomach.
* * *
Back at sanctuary Adam groaned, He hadn't been successful in tracing the call. It hadn't been long enough. He winced at the thought of what poor Jesse would go through at the price of that call. At least he had a name. One Adam remembered all too well.
* * *
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"126," She replied, searching for the door, which could lead them to Jesse's return. The door in question had peeling paint and a large rusty handle. Rather than bother with the door, and any lock which it might possess, Shalimar's well-placed kick ended any life that it may have had, old as it was.
As they entered they looked around for any signs of habitation, and sure enough there were signs of having some usage. A milk carton stood on the nearby counter. Brennan walked over to it.
"Ew," he muttered as he smelt it, and looking at the sell by date he glanced over at Shalimar. "Hey Shal, This girl doesn't believe in cleanliness then. Unless she wants to poison herself with this milk." He scrunched his nose up. Shalimar, however, was scrutinizing the room. She stood until something caught her eye. She motioned to Brennan to follow her, and he left his post of randomly walking round the room, to look at an address on a post -it- note on the fridge door.
"Bingo," Brennan exclaimed while tearing it off. "Let's go."
* * *
'Such a small boy when I last saw you," the voice said, grinning teeth leaning over him as he tested his bonds to which he was tied to his chair by,
"You know me?" Jesse asked, a puzzled look coming into his eyes.
The old man sighed. "Alas, you have not remembered. Or been told. Well, it matters not. I am here to help you."
"I told her, I don't need help. Where am I?"
Avell wasn't listening, he had just placed his mobile on the table and was humming while fiddling with some syringes and bottles.
"What are you going to do? You know, maybe you haven't heard of free will or where everyone gets a say, but have you considered the fact that I don't want any of your insane treatment?" Jesse said angrily, covering up any anxiousness he had beneath a layer of furiousness which was steadily building up.
Avell looked around, a curiously amused look on his face. "But you have already been spoken for I am afraid." He paused, and took out a little button, and examined it. "Now, he muttered, "I am not so well aquatinted with this Sub Dermal governor, but Ms Dier persuaded me that this precaution would be beneficial for a person like you. I believe that by pressing this button-"
Jesse writhed in pain, as shooting currents shot through him.
"-yes, activates it. Well I am sure you will lose that unattractive sarcastic side of yours very soon."
Jesse gritted his teeth, and tried to rid himself of the pain that had just released itself from his now exhausted body.
"A brilliant invention, if I may say so myself. I believe your so-called 'leader' made it. Many congratulations to him. How, I must attend to Ms Dier, her treatment is coming. You will be ready soon, tonight perhaps. If you just stay there like a good boy," he smirked.
Jesse bared his teeth. "Let me go you fu-"
He writhed in pain as Avell pressed the black button, and went out of the room humming.
* * *
Jesse lay still, breathing heavily. He was exhausted and desperate. With his hands and legs tied he wasn't able to do much, but as he looked around the room he noticed Avell's mobile still lying on the table just beside him. He grinned, despite his serious situation. Leaning as far over as he could he managed to push it near his hand with his head, which wasn't secured, and grasp it in his hand. "Voila," he muttered and he felt for the keys as he dialed sanctuaries number. All of a sudden things looked brighter.
"Hello?" Adams voice rung out over the speaker of the mobile.
"Adam," Jesse whispered. "Its me. You gotta help me-"
"Jesse, where are you?" Adams urgent voice came over.
"Adam, it's a guy called Avell, he's some sort of scientist. Adam, " Jesse continued, his voice pleading, begging to Adam, in a fatherly way, that it was at this point that he needed rescuing, "You gotta help me. He knows me, I don't know what he's doing, but he's mad."
"Where are you?" Adam said again, his voice desperate, "Ill try and trace the call, keep on, or it wont connect."
Jesse thought carefully. Did he know where he was? No, he didn't think he did. All he knew was that if the others weren't careful, they would be going the same way. "Adam, he's crazy, the others have to be careful, hell want them too, he's after-"
Jesse couldn't finish the sentence before the phone had been snatched from his hands, and a blow to his face had been administered. He tasted the blood in his mouth, as a scowling Jason stood above him, phone in hand. He gave the unfortunate Jesse another kick and whack, and stormed out of the room after Avell. Jesse rolled in pain, his bonds digging in. He just hoped he could find a way out of this soon. He hoped the bleeding would stop, the warm blood in his mouth gave him a queasy feeling in his stomach.
* * *
Back at sanctuary Adam groaned, He hadn't been successful in tracing the call. It hadn't been long enough. He winced at the thought of what poor Jesse would go through at the price of that call. At least he had a name. One Adam remembered all too well.
* * *
Hey everyone, I'm back from holiday now. Just like to say well done to everyone with their GCSE results (UK) I got mine, yay di yay. A* for English language, lets hope it reflects in my writing now!
If you can find it in your hearts to review, please do, PLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE
