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Clez- I'm glad you're enjoying, and here you are, a little explanation on where her powers came from. Hehe, I'm glad you liked the ceiling out of the hat line. Hehe, toddles. I love that word. My two favorite words are toddles and toady. Okay, sorry. Thanks for the review...s. I feel good, now. Have a cookie or two. Or three, whatever floats your boat.
Okay! Now, on with chapter 4!
Marian looked up at the sky from the roof of the headquarters and smiled up as she felt the first drops of rain that she knew would come. It was London, after all. They had managed to get the tarp up in the nick of time. It was a bigger hole than they had thought and had had to improvise with the rest of the hole. She, Mina, and Sawyer had managed to put it up. She continued to smile as the rain became stronger. She swept her dark brown hair from her face. Her hair was so dark it was almost black, but it was in fact brown. She looked around the roof and at the dark blue tarp, along with the improvisational tools they had used to fill in the hole. Suddenly she heard a shout from down belay.
"Hey, Marian!" She heard Sawyer call to her. She walked over to the edge and smiled down to him. "Get back down here into your actual body! People are getting antsy around you just standing there! Besides, you're gettin' wet and leaving a puddle on the floor! Mina has some questions for ya, too!"
She laughed and dematerialized into her body. She lifted her head and smiled at the league, which at the moment consisted of Mina, Nemo, and Jekyll, as Skinner was asleep in his room and Sawyer was outside. She walked, or rather, squeaked, to the door, as she was still wet. When her astral body got wet, her real body did, too. Whatever happened to her astral body happened to her real, and vice versa. She walked out and said to Sawyer, "Now you're standing out in the rain getting wet!"
He smiled and walked inside. She closed the door and sat on the ground, not wanting to get the chairs wet. "So, what did you want to know?"
Mina began. "First off, what are ALL your powers, to save from any surprises later down the road."
"Just telekinesis and astral projection." Marian replied.
"What is your agenda? You explained this before, but I want to hear it again."
"To save the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and stop Jarson at any means necessary." Marian said immediately. It was as though she didn't even think about it.
"Now that you've stopped the first two attacks, what now?"
"Well, by now, Jarson has probably realized that you aren't dead, as none of his Dargonites returned to him. That means that he is going to hit us harder the next time. Which also means we have to get to him soon."
"Do you have any idea how we are going to do that?" Sawyer asked.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be much help to you, would I? I have a plan, but he may suspect it. We will have to play it by ear."
"What is this plan?" Nemo asked.
"We have to get to Jarson's hideout in Ireland, which if your ship proves to be as fast as I have read, then that will take us about two days. After we arrive, we have to take the guards, there are always two at the front gate, four at the back, nine once you get inside, and then there is Jarson's personal bodyguard. Of course, there are Dargonites everywhere, so you have to be extremely careful. What we have to do is Jekyll and Skinner, you have to get the formula."
"You mean Hyde and Skinner." Jekyll said broodingly.
"No, I mean as Dr. Henry Jekyll. Hyde will attract too much attention, and this needs to be extremely discreet. Just in case, I want you to have a couple of vials of your potion with you. You will be disguised as one of the guards, and you and Skinner have to go to the formula room and steal or destroy every last bit of the formula. Mina, Nemo, I need you to destroy all his research and all his equipment so that no one can ever follow in Jarson's footsteps. Sawyer, you and I will go after Jarson. As you all go, kill as many Dargonites as you possibly can. Except you, Jekyll. You and Skinner can't kill anything unless worse comes to worse. Only until the formula is destroyed can you make yourselves non-discreet. This is a first draft, so improve upon it if you wish. But this has to go perfectly, or Jarson will immediately suspect and he will leave and we might not be able to find him."
The league looked around at each other, and Mina spoke, saying, "It's a good plan."
"Then it is settled. We leave tomorrow. I will prepare the Nautilus." Nemo said.
Marian sighed. She still wasn't used to talking a lot, and now her throat hurt. She looked around and said, "Well, I guess if that is it, then I am going to wash up and go to bed." She turned to leave, then stopped, turned around again and said, "I have a bed, don't I?" Sawyer started laughing.
"Yes, you have a bed. Let me show you to your room." He got up, still chuckling. Marian followed him. He led her down the hall, around a corner and at the end of the hall, he stopped in front of a door.
"Your presidential suite, madam." He made a long sweeping bow and opened the door. The room wasn't extraordinary compared to the others in the headquarters, but to Marian, who had grown up in war and fire, where people lived on their stomachs in the streets, it was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. "Oh my God. This room, this bed, it's beautiful." She sat down on the bed and her face changed to that of someone in complete paradise. "This bed is SO soft!" She looked and saw another door, which she opened and squealed with delight. "OH! I get my own bathroom!" Sawyer sat down on the bed, enjoying seeing her run through the bathroom and the bedroom, squealing with delight as she found things. He stopped smiling as he realized why she must be feeling like this.
"It's awful for you in 2039, isn't it?" He asked quietly. Marian's smile dropped and she put the ornate handheld mirror back on the dresser. She shook her head, saying, "Awful isn't a powerful enough word for it." She said this so quietly, Sawyer could barely hear her. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. She kept her head down as she began her tale.
"I was born in the year 2019 to soldier parents. The war had been raging ever since 1918. Ever since world war struck, Jarson had unleashed his Dargonites to everyone, for he believed that man was too sick to live. I lived in New York City, which was a hotspot for battles. They raged in the streets almost everyday. The first time I ever remember someone being killed in front of me, I was six. That's just one of my earliest memories. Unfortunately for me, it was my father who was killed."
"My mother managed to last three more years, but when I was nine she died of malnutrition. I was left with my two sisters and my brother, Erin, Chloe, and Orion, which was fine with me, because they were the only ones who seemed to understand me. My mother had detested my powers, which had been inherited through her. She had hated her powers, so she hated mine as well. She didn't hate me, just the powers that as a nine year old, I knew nothing about. But my family that I loved so much wouldn't last. Erin died when I was twelve. A stray bullet hit her in the chest and she died instantly. Orion and Chloe, they were around a longer. Orion died when I was sixteen, by a Dargonite that attacked the fortress we were currently at. Chloe managed to escape with me, but she died four years later, after I had already become an agent and was training to leave for here. Her death was what pushed me on. Made me fight stronger, faster, harder, in vengeance." Marian paused at this time, remembering the carnage and the destruction of her family. She began again.
"At the safe houses, or fortresses as we called them, that we had lived at over the years, not one was better than the other. They were equal amounts of gross, unsanitary, and unclean. We normally shared our rock hard beds with at least three other people. Nothing was our own. We shared bathrooms, clothes, guns, everything. We crawled, we sat, we lay, we hardly ever stood. This went on day and night, because the Dargonites could see in the dark just as well in the daytime, probably even better. We lived in fear of the world around us. When I was eight I could successfully load, unload, clean, and fix guns in the dark. When I was eleven I could name and use any gun put before me. But this was mandatory for everyone, child or adult. If a Dargonite attacked, it was every man for himself. We couldn't stop to worry about others. " She stopped and lifted her head and looked at him.
"It was the happiest day of my life when I became an agent and was told that I would be coming here. This place, this time, these people, you, I had dreamed of seeing since I was a small child. You see, I was educated by my mother and my siblings. My sister, Chloe, was a fanatic of the league and she taught me everything about you all. God, I wish she could see this. That's why this room amazes me, that's why I was so delighted to see a bed and a bathroom all my own. So to answer your question, Agent Sawyer, yes, it was awful in 2039. However, I will not have live through that ever again."
Sawyer looked at her and said, "What do you mean?"
Marian sighed. "I'm stuck here. The time portal was one way. My only choices are to kill Jarson and live the rest of my life here in this age, or be killed by Jarson and not prevent anything from happening."
Sawyer put his arm around her and held her as she leaned into him. All the talking on her already hurt throat was making her hoarse, and reliving her horrendous experiences had taken its toll on her. Within seconds, she had started to cry. Sawyer held her close to him and let her cry, not saying anything, just holding her, letting her know he was there. After a few minutes, she lifted her head from his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Sawyer. I didn't mean for you to see me like this and I didn't mean for you to hear my sob story. I'm very sorry." He shook his head and lifted her face up, looking into her blue topaz like eyes, which were shining with tears.
"Don't say sorry. It's not a bad thing. However, I do wish you would stop calling me Sawyer and call me Tom. It's so formal when people call me Sawyer." She laughed a little at that.
He pulled her in closer to him, holding her tightly, possessively, protectively, afraid to let her go. He didn't want her to be alone. He wanted her to know he was right there. Marian closed her eyes and leaned into him. Within moments she was asleep. Tom smiled and picked her up. She subconsciously put her arms around his neck. With one hand he held her to him, the other pulling down the sheets to the bed. He gently laid her down and pulled the sheets over her. He smiled and kissed her on the top of the head.
He turned out the light, but still feeling possessive, he sat down in a chair to watch over her, to make sure nothing could come after her. After hearing her story, after hearing all she had been through, he wanted her to know she was safe. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to take care of her so badly. He wanted to protect her, not let any harm befall her. He stayed up, watching her sleep, but also watching the windows and the door. He so wanted her to be peaceful, for at least one night in her life. He stayed in that chair until morning, his Winchester right beside him, in case any danger should come upon this woman he had just met, who had poured out her story to him, whom he had held in his arms, and whom he wanted nothing bad to ever happen to again.
There you have it! The fourth chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! If there is anything you think I should add or explain better, pleeeeaaasssee tell me. Thanks to my reviewees! Cookies to you all!
Clez- I'm glad you're enjoying, and here you are, a little explanation on where her powers came from. Hehe, I'm glad you liked the ceiling out of the hat line. Hehe, toddles. I love that word. My two favorite words are toddles and toady. Okay, sorry. Thanks for the review...s. I feel good, now. Have a cookie or two. Or three, whatever floats your boat.
Okay! Now, on with chapter 4!
Marian looked up at the sky from the roof of the headquarters and smiled up as she felt the first drops of rain that she knew would come. It was London, after all. They had managed to get the tarp up in the nick of time. It was a bigger hole than they had thought and had had to improvise with the rest of the hole. She, Mina, and Sawyer had managed to put it up. She continued to smile as the rain became stronger. She swept her dark brown hair from her face. Her hair was so dark it was almost black, but it was in fact brown. She looked around the roof and at the dark blue tarp, along with the improvisational tools they had used to fill in the hole. Suddenly she heard a shout from down belay.
"Hey, Marian!" She heard Sawyer call to her. She walked over to the edge and smiled down to him. "Get back down here into your actual body! People are getting antsy around you just standing there! Besides, you're gettin' wet and leaving a puddle on the floor! Mina has some questions for ya, too!"
She laughed and dematerialized into her body. She lifted her head and smiled at the league, which at the moment consisted of Mina, Nemo, and Jekyll, as Skinner was asleep in his room and Sawyer was outside. She walked, or rather, squeaked, to the door, as she was still wet. When her astral body got wet, her real body did, too. Whatever happened to her astral body happened to her real, and vice versa. She walked out and said to Sawyer, "Now you're standing out in the rain getting wet!"
He smiled and walked inside. She closed the door and sat on the ground, not wanting to get the chairs wet. "So, what did you want to know?"
Mina began. "First off, what are ALL your powers, to save from any surprises later down the road."
"Just telekinesis and astral projection." Marian replied.
"What is your agenda? You explained this before, but I want to hear it again."
"To save the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and stop Jarson at any means necessary." Marian said immediately. It was as though she didn't even think about it.
"Now that you've stopped the first two attacks, what now?"
"Well, by now, Jarson has probably realized that you aren't dead, as none of his Dargonites returned to him. That means that he is going to hit us harder the next time. Which also means we have to get to him soon."
"Do you have any idea how we are going to do that?" Sawyer asked.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be much help to you, would I? I have a plan, but he may suspect it. We will have to play it by ear."
"What is this plan?" Nemo asked.
"We have to get to Jarson's hideout in Ireland, which if your ship proves to be as fast as I have read, then that will take us about two days. After we arrive, we have to take the guards, there are always two at the front gate, four at the back, nine once you get inside, and then there is Jarson's personal bodyguard. Of course, there are Dargonites everywhere, so you have to be extremely careful. What we have to do is Jekyll and Skinner, you have to get the formula."
"You mean Hyde and Skinner." Jekyll said broodingly.
"No, I mean as Dr. Henry Jekyll. Hyde will attract too much attention, and this needs to be extremely discreet. Just in case, I want you to have a couple of vials of your potion with you. You will be disguised as one of the guards, and you and Skinner have to go to the formula room and steal or destroy every last bit of the formula. Mina, Nemo, I need you to destroy all his research and all his equipment so that no one can ever follow in Jarson's footsteps. Sawyer, you and I will go after Jarson. As you all go, kill as many Dargonites as you possibly can. Except you, Jekyll. You and Skinner can't kill anything unless worse comes to worse. Only until the formula is destroyed can you make yourselves non-discreet. This is a first draft, so improve upon it if you wish. But this has to go perfectly, or Jarson will immediately suspect and he will leave and we might not be able to find him."
The league looked around at each other, and Mina spoke, saying, "It's a good plan."
"Then it is settled. We leave tomorrow. I will prepare the Nautilus." Nemo said.
Marian sighed. She still wasn't used to talking a lot, and now her throat hurt. She looked around and said, "Well, I guess if that is it, then I am going to wash up and go to bed." She turned to leave, then stopped, turned around again and said, "I have a bed, don't I?" Sawyer started laughing.
"Yes, you have a bed. Let me show you to your room." He got up, still chuckling. Marian followed him. He led her down the hall, around a corner and at the end of the hall, he stopped in front of a door.
"Your presidential suite, madam." He made a long sweeping bow and opened the door. The room wasn't extraordinary compared to the others in the headquarters, but to Marian, who had grown up in war and fire, where people lived on their stomachs in the streets, it was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. "Oh my God. This room, this bed, it's beautiful." She sat down on the bed and her face changed to that of someone in complete paradise. "This bed is SO soft!" She looked and saw another door, which she opened and squealed with delight. "OH! I get my own bathroom!" Sawyer sat down on the bed, enjoying seeing her run through the bathroom and the bedroom, squealing with delight as she found things. He stopped smiling as he realized why she must be feeling like this.
"It's awful for you in 2039, isn't it?" He asked quietly. Marian's smile dropped and she put the ornate handheld mirror back on the dresser. She shook her head, saying, "Awful isn't a powerful enough word for it." She said this so quietly, Sawyer could barely hear her. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. She kept her head down as she began her tale.
"I was born in the year 2019 to soldier parents. The war had been raging ever since 1918. Ever since world war struck, Jarson had unleashed his Dargonites to everyone, for he believed that man was too sick to live. I lived in New York City, which was a hotspot for battles. They raged in the streets almost everyday. The first time I ever remember someone being killed in front of me, I was six. That's just one of my earliest memories. Unfortunately for me, it was my father who was killed."
"My mother managed to last three more years, but when I was nine she died of malnutrition. I was left with my two sisters and my brother, Erin, Chloe, and Orion, which was fine with me, because they were the only ones who seemed to understand me. My mother had detested my powers, which had been inherited through her. She had hated her powers, so she hated mine as well. She didn't hate me, just the powers that as a nine year old, I knew nothing about. But my family that I loved so much wouldn't last. Erin died when I was twelve. A stray bullet hit her in the chest and she died instantly. Orion and Chloe, they were around a longer. Orion died when I was sixteen, by a Dargonite that attacked the fortress we were currently at. Chloe managed to escape with me, but she died four years later, after I had already become an agent and was training to leave for here. Her death was what pushed me on. Made me fight stronger, faster, harder, in vengeance." Marian paused at this time, remembering the carnage and the destruction of her family. She began again.
"At the safe houses, or fortresses as we called them, that we had lived at over the years, not one was better than the other. They were equal amounts of gross, unsanitary, and unclean. We normally shared our rock hard beds with at least three other people. Nothing was our own. We shared bathrooms, clothes, guns, everything. We crawled, we sat, we lay, we hardly ever stood. This went on day and night, because the Dargonites could see in the dark just as well in the daytime, probably even better. We lived in fear of the world around us. When I was eight I could successfully load, unload, clean, and fix guns in the dark. When I was eleven I could name and use any gun put before me. But this was mandatory for everyone, child or adult. If a Dargonite attacked, it was every man for himself. We couldn't stop to worry about others. " She stopped and lifted her head and looked at him.
"It was the happiest day of my life when I became an agent and was told that I would be coming here. This place, this time, these people, you, I had dreamed of seeing since I was a small child. You see, I was educated by my mother and my siblings. My sister, Chloe, was a fanatic of the league and she taught me everything about you all. God, I wish she could see this. That's why this room amazes me, that's why I was so delighted to see a bed and a bathroom all my own. So to answer your question, Agent Sawyer, yes, it was awful in 2039. However, I will not have live through that ever again."
Sawyer looked at her and said, "What do you mean?"
Marian sighed. "I'm stuck here. The time portal was one way. My only choices are to kill Jarson and live the rest of my life here in this age, or be killed by Jarson and not prevent anything from happening."
Sawyer put his arm around her and held her as she leaned into him. All the talking on her already hurt throat was making her hoarse, and reliving her horrendous experiences had taken its toll on her. Within seconds, she had started to cry. Sawyer held her close to him and let her cry, not saying anything, just holding her, letting her know he was there. After a few minutes, she lifted her head from his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Sawyer. I didn't mean for you to see me like this and I didn't mean for you to hear my sob story. I'm very sorry." He shook his head and lifted her face up, looking into her blue topaz like eyes, which were shining with tears.
"Don't say sorry. It's not a bad thing. However, I do wish you would stop calling me Sawyer and call me Tom. It's so formal when people call me Sawyer." She laughed a little at that.
He pulled her in closer to him, holding her tightly, possessively, protectively, afraid to let her go. He didn't want her to be alone. He wanted her to know he was right there. Marian closed her eyes and leaned into him. Within moments she was asleep. Tom smiled and picked her up. She subconsciously put her arms around his neck. With one hand he held her to him, the other pulling down the sheets to the bed. He gently laid her down and pulled the sheets over her. He smiled and kissed her on the top of the head.
He turned out the light, but still feeling possessive, he sat down in a chair to watch over her, to make sure nothing could come after her. After hearing her story, after hearing all she had been through, he wanted her to know she was safe. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to take care of her so badly. He wanted to protect her, not let any harm befall her. He stayed up, watching her sleep, but also watching the windows and the door. He so wanted her to be peaceful, for at least one night in her life. He stayed in that chair until morning, his Winchester right beside him, in case any danger should come upon this woman he had just met, who had poured out her story to him, whom he had held in his arms, and whom he wanted nothing bad to ever happen to again.
There you have it! The fourth chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! If there is anything you think I should add or explain better, pleeeeaaasssee tell me. Thanks to my reviewees! Cookies to you all!