A/N: Thanks to those who were so nice as to Review. (Sorry, I'm too lazy to write you name) And Sorry to all those who were angry that I didn't post in ages. We had SEVERE technical difficulties. Now Read this and Review and I will be punctual, I promise.
"Who's dat?" asked Remy, hearing a low growl in the other room. He was once again seated on a cold examination table. He had an IV inserted in his arm and Essex was in the process of taking his blood pressure. Remy had yet to be subjected to anything truly painful. Uncomfortable, sure, degrading, damn strait, but not painful. Forget that he had been left to his own devises for hours on end in the bland little room. And that he hadn't had a thing to eat other than crackers since he got there, four days ago. It's not like he was expecting regular meals.
"An employee. Be quiet."
Remy shut up. He didn't want to push it.
Essex picked up a needle and inserted it in Remy's other arm. Remy hissed in pain, but didn't say a word. Silvery liquid was injected into his blood stream. He though it felt cold, kind of slippery.
"Ewww, slippery veins." Thought Remy with a shudder. It was the least of the weird things that had been pumped into Remy's body recently and, 'sadly' thought Remy, none of him had given him that fun floatly feeling he had gotten from the whoknowswhat Bob Deekey had given him last Christmas.
Essex pulled the needle from his arm and turned to the computer. Remy sat where he was. Essex typed. Remy sat. Essex typed. Remy sat. Essex typed. Remy sat and picked a scab on his knee. Essex typed. You get the picture.
Remy coughed, Essex kept typing. Remy coughed again, Essex frowned. Remy hacked, Essex spun his chair around and glared.
"Yes?" he said frostily, glaring at the boy kicking his legs against the sterile examination table.
"Are y' done wit' me?"
"For the moment yes." Essex said, and swiveled back to his computer.
"Den can I leave?"
Essex resisted to the urge to growl and swiveled his chair back instead, settling for a frown. "You may, go directly to your room and do not wander. I'll be watching you."
Remy swallowed in fear and nodded. Who knew what Essex was capable of?
Remy hopped off the table and ran down the hall before Essex could change his mind. His bare feet slapped loudly on the cold metal floor. Remy reached a fork in the hall and stopped suddenly. His breath came out in white puff in front of his face, he wondered how much it would cost for Essex to turn up the heat a little. Both directions looked unfamiliar to Remy and he briefly panicked at the thought of getting lost. He could wander around in Essex's lab for years and never be found.
Remy glanced right, then left, then right again. Not able to decide which way to go he simply closed his eyes, turned, and started walking. After three or four minutes he was utterly lost.
'Merde.' Remy thought, 'Now what 'm I gonna tell Essex?'
"'Ello?" Remy called, hoping that someone was there who could lead him back to the safety of his cell...room...right.
"Monsieur Essex? Y' dere? Somebody?" Remy was beginning to get frightened. There was no one there to show him how to get back, and he knew from experience that Essex's lab was nothing short of a labyrinth.
"Hey, kid." A voice growled from one of the unrecognizable doorways, "You lost?"
Remy knew that tone of voice. It meant that he would very soon be either a smear on Essex's shiny floors or a smear on this man large boots. He gulped, backing away a step as the large, hairy man grinned down at him.
"A little." Remy whispered.
The man chuckled a little, "To think," he said, "I spend all of yesterday with my buddy Theoren talkin' 'bout you and then you show up out of the blue. Talk about lucky."
"Y' know Theoren?" Remy said, still frightened by the menacing man. 'but,' he thought, 'de homme can't be dat bad if he's friends wit' mon cousin.'
"Know him?" the giant man said, "We're buds! In fact, he was asking about you just yesterday. He's real worried."
"Vraiment? He said dat?"
"Really kid. Why would I lie? I can take you to him too, if you want."
Remy thought about that suggestion. He didn't trust the huge cat-like man, but he was a friend of the family and he could take Remy back to the only place he had ever felt wanted.
"Oui!" Remy said grinning, "but not for another t'ree days. I got a deal wit Monsieur Essex."
"It's a deal kid." The man said, "Ask around and you'll find me, the name Victor."
"D'accorrd Victor." Remy said. He carefully tested Victor's mind with his charm power, but found nothing. It did nothing to relieve his fears but Remy had no choice but to trust the man. It seemed that Remy was often out of choices these days.
Sabertooth pulled a cell phone from his pocket as he walked down the sterile walled hallways of Essex's lab. He dialed a number quickly with his long, clumsy claws, growling softly when he accidentally hit the wrong number and had to start over.
"Theoren." He said smugly to the man on the other line. " I got him, I'll bring him to you in three days."
"Creed," the man on the other line replied in a dry voice, "De deal was for you to kill him. Some time today."
"There's been a change in plans." Sabertooth growled. "Essex wants him for another three days, and I ain't gonna be the one to kill him new playtoy before the time is up. It'll get done off Essex's property in three day or not at all."
"Fine!" Theoren said, "But why should this have anything with you brining him to me?"
"Because I told the boy I'd take him to you." Creed said, chuckling, "And I'd hate to disappoint him."
With that Sabertooth clicked the phone shut and continued down the hall, his laughter ringing after him.
"Who's dat?" asked Remy, hearing a low growl in the other room. He was once again seated on a cold examination table. He had an IV inserted in his arm and Essex was in the process of taking his blood pressure. Remy had yet to be subjected to anything truly painful. Uncomfortable, sure, degrading, damn strait, but not painful. Forget that he had been left to his own devises for hours on end in the bland little room. And that he hadn't had a thing to eat other than crackers since he got there, four days ago. It's not like he was expecting regular meals.
"An employee. Be quiet."
Remy shut up. He didn't want to push it.
Essex picked up a needle and inserted it in Remy's other arm. Remy hissed in pain, but didn't say a word. Silvery liquid was injected into his blood stream. He though it felt cold, kind of slippery.
"Ewww, slippery veins." Thought Remy with a shudder. It was the least of the weird things that had been pumped into Remy's body recently and, 'sadly' thought Remy, none of him had given him that fun floatly feeling he had gotten from the whoknowswhat Bob Deekey had given him last Christmas.
Essex pulled the needle from his arm and turned to the computer. Remy sat where he was. Essex typed. Remy sat. Essex typed. Remy sat. Essex typed. Remy sat and picked a scab on his knee. Essex typed. You get the picture.
Remy coughed, Essex kept typing. Remy coughed again, Essex frowned. Remy hacked, Essex spun his chair around and glared.
"Yes?" he said frostily, glaring at the boy kicking his legs against the sterile examination table.
"Are y' done wit' me?"
"For the moment yes." Essex said, and swiveled back to his computer.
"Den can I leave?"
Essex resisted to the urge to growl and swiveled his chair back instead, settling for a frown. "You may, go directly to your room and do not wander. I'll be watching you."
Remy swallowed in fear and nodded. Who knew what Essex was capable of?
Remy hopped off the table and ran down the hall before Essex could change his mind. His bare feet slapped loudly on the cold metal floor. Remy reached a fork in the hall and stopped suddenly. His breath came out in white puff in front of his face, he wondered how much it would cost for Essex to turn up the heat a little. Both directions looked unfamiliar to Remy and he briefly panicked at the thought of getting lost. He could wander around in Essex's lab for years and never be found.
Remy glanced right, then left, then right again. Not able to decide which way to go he simply closed his eyes, turned, and started walking. After three or four minutes he was utterly lost.
'Merde.' Remy thought, 'Now what 'm I gonna tell Essex?'
"'Ello?" Remy called, hoping that someone was there who could lead him back to the safety of his cell...room...right.
"Monsieur Essex? Y' dere? Somebody?" Remy was beginning to get frightened. There was no one there to show him how to get back, and he knew from experience that Essex's lab was nothing short of a labyrinth.
"Hey, kid." A voice growled from one of the unrecognizable doorways, "You lost?"
Remy knew that tone of voice. It meant that he would very soon be either a smear on Essex's shiny floors or a smear on this man large boots. He gulped, backing away a step as the large, hairy man grinned down at him.
"A little." Remy whispered.
The man chuckled a little, "To think," he said, "I spend all of yesterday with my buddy Theoren talkin' 'bout you and then you show up out of the blue. Talk about lucky."
"Y' know Theoren?" Remy said, still frightened by the menacing man. 'but,' he thought, 'de homme can't be dat bad if he's friends wit' mon cousin.'
"Know him?" the giant man said, "We're buds! In fact, he was asking about you just yesterday. He's real worried."
"Vraiment? He said dat?"
"Really kid. Why would I lie? I can take you to him too, if you want."
Remy thought about that suggestion. He didn't trust the huge cat-like man, but he was a friend of the family and he could take Remy back to the only place he had ever felt wanted.
"Oui!" Remy said grinning, "but not for another t'ree days. I got a deal wit Monsieur Essex."
"It's a deal kid." The man said, "Ask around and you'll find me, the name Victor."
"D'accorrd Victor." Remy said. He carefully tested Victor's mind with his charm power, but found nothing. It did nothing to relieve his fears but Remy had no choice but to trust the man. It seemed that Remy was often out of choices these days.
Sabertooth pulled a cell phone from his pocket as he walked down the sterile walled hallways of Essex's lab. He dialed a number quickly with his long, clumsy claws, growling softly when he accidentally hit the wrong number and had to start over.
"Theoren." He said smugly to the man on the other line. " I got him, I'll bring him to you in three days."
"Creed," the man on the other line replied in a dry voice, "De deal was for you to kill him. Some time today."
"There's been a change in plans." Sabertooth growled. "Essex wants him for another three days, and I ain't gonna be the one to kill him new playtoy before the time is up. It'll get done off Essex's property in three day or not at all."
"Fine!" Theoren said, "But why should this have anything with you brining him to me?"
"Because I told the boy I'd take him to you." Creed said, chuckling, "And I'd hate to disappoint him."
With that Sabertooth clicked the phone shut and continued down the hall, his laughter ringing after him.