Disclaimer: Here we go, the next part of 'The Bodyguard', hope you all enjoy. This is set about four months after the movie. I don't own LXG, Tom Sawyer, Mina Hawker, Skinner, Captain Nemo, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde or anything else used in the fic, except Smith and Mr. Big.
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed.
Clez:- Bit more than a glimpse this time... though you may wish I had just left him alone.
RogueCajun:- umm... yes.
LotRseer3350:- Ah yes, this ritual. all will be explained... eventually.
Please, please read then review!
The Bodyguard
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Part Four:- Rude Awakenings.
~~~
Hitting the cold water was rather like getting slapped in the face. The shock alone was enough to jerk Tom out of his daze. He splashed around wildly, trying to reach his guns, his mouth open to shout for help. That was a mistake.
The dirty water of the Thames invaded Tom, pushing it's way down his throat. He swallowed a few times before he knew what he was swallowing. He could hear things under the water, shouts and shots, but his mind couldn't seem to work out any details.
Tom could feel the undercurrent of the river pulling him down, using his own weight to do so. With the remainder of his strength he removed his holsters and pistols. The logical part of his mind knew they wouldn't work too well after a dip in the Thames and it would be best to let go, but he couldn't seem to open his frozen fingers. They didn't respond to his order to open.
His lungs started to burn, desperate for some oxygen. Burning on the inside, freezing on the outside. He looked up, through the water. Just out of reach was little lights - stars? Tom didn't know, couldn't remember. A black shape passed over head, blocking Tom's view of the lights. By now his lungs felt as if they were on fire. He reached up - his fingers still clenched around his holsters - and pulled himself on top of the black shape.
Above him he could hear voices and a high powered engine of some kind. He had just enough energy to notice he appeared to be lying on some kind of cloth before passing out.
Tom drifted on his raft, following the tide. After a few minutes he came too, his gaze fuzzy.
Tom blinked a few times, as the world came back to him. The first thing he was aware of was a face staring at him, a face with wide eyes and an open mouth. Tom gave a little yelp of surprise.
The blank dead face of Bhishma stared back at him. There was some sort of irony in that, Tom knew. The fact that the dead body of Bhishma saved him... there was something funny there, but Tom couldn't work out what.
He closed his eyes again and quickly rejoined the darkness. For roughly an hour he was in the grip of the river as it moved him backwards and forwards, his unresisting body ever at the mercy of the waves. When the hour passed his eyes slowly opened. The tide of the Thames had swept him far down river, almost to the very mouth of the Thames.
While the rest had given him a little more energy, it had also given him a terrific aching head. He reached up and touched the back of his head. When he removed it, there was blood on his fingers.
Tom swore.
Even in his confused state of mind, Tom knew only too well that there should be no blood on the back of his head.
There was only one thing to do. He pushed away from the still floating body of the Indian and struck out toward the bank, moving slowly. The seconds crept agonizingly by as he struggled against the current.
Finally he managed to reach the bank and push himself up, shaking and shivering. He lay on the ground for a while, gasping, just grateful to be out of the water. Then he put his holsters back on, relived to feel the weight of his pistols again.
The socking wet American stood up, drawing his wet jacket close around him. It did nothing to warm him up, but it made him feel better anyway.
On uncertain feet he slowly weaved and staggered in the direction of the Nautilus.
~~~
Mina looked up from the book she was reading, her head cocked to the side.
//I could have sworn I heard something...\\ she thought. The noise, what ever it might have been was not repeated. She shrugged slightly and returned to her book.
Time passed slowly. With a growl, Mina put the book down. She knew she would get no more reading done tonight, as she had just read the same line thirteen times. Mina stood up and stalked out of her room, heading for where Dr. Jekyll lay.
As she turned a corner, Skinner appeared beside her.
"Going my way?" he asked, his face visible for once due to his grease paint. Mina didn't answer him, she simply carried on walking. This didn't seem to faze Skinner though.
"I thought I might look in on good old Henry." Skinner said cheerfully. The two moved closer and closer to Jekyll's room. They were only a few hundred meters away when Nemo joined them. The Captain simply bowed to Mina and walked a little way in front.
The three members of the League reached the door and walked into the room. Dr. Jekyll still lay on his bed, a slight sweat on his face. Mina moved to the head of his bed, placing a hand on his forehead, muttering soothing words that were too quiet for Skinner or Captain Nemo to hear.
Skinner moved aimlessly around the room, picking up books, then putting them back down. He didn't feel very comfortable in sick people's rooms.
Captain Nemo stood stiffly at attention at the base of the bed.
Suddenly there was a soft moan from the bed and Dr. Jekyll moved slightly. The other three all exchanged glances and waited. Minutes passed without any other sound from Jekyll.
Without any warning his eyes snapped open and he sucked in a great mouthful of air. His eyes darted around the room, the confusion evident on his face.
"Dr. Jekyll." Mina said. The man's eyes locked on her and he seemed to calm down.
"W-what happened?" he asked, his voice croaky. Nemo stepped forward, a glass of water in his hand. Skinner didn't know where the water had come from but it seemed to be just what Jekyll needed. The Doctor took it and drank greedily, the cool water running down his throat and refreshing him. Suddenly he paled.
"Now I remember..." he said to no-one. "Edward was being partially hard to reason with..."
"What happened? Where did he go when we were chasing Merl and how did he end up on the docks with Bhishma and Sawyer?" Mina asked. Jekyll's face seemed to go even whiter.
"Edward... he was distracted by a young prostitute..." A flicker of disgust passed over Henry Jekyll's face. "He killed her. I... I can still see her face, she was so young, she was so scared..." his voice trailed off as he stared at his hands, reliving the memory in his head.
"Dr. Jekyll." Mina said, her voice gentle yet commanding. "You most put this behind you. What happened next?"
"After...?" he asked in a dazed voice. Then he nodded and took a deep breath. "Yes, after... Hyde was heading back here when he saw Sawyer... he saw..." Jekyll's eyes widened as he tried to remember.
"What?" Nemo asked, worry evident on his face. "What did he see?"
"He saw Sawyer being knocked out by one of your sailors..." Jekyll said. The blood drained out of Nemo's face at this news.
"Bhishma betrayed him? I..." Nemo stopped, not knowing what to say. Jekyll carried on as if hadn't heard the Captain.
"The man took Sawyer to a pub and waited... Edward waited as well... then that... man came and they took Sawyer round the back of the pub..." Jekyll stopped again, his eyes tightly shut in an effort to remember what happened next.
"Tom Sawyer was lying on the wood... Edward charged forward... his arms were swinging... he... he hit Tom's body... the body went flying... it... it fell into the water." Dr. Henry Jekyll finished, his eyes wide with horror as he realized what he was saying.
Silence reigned in the room for one long tense second then panic erupted as the three fit members of the League all struggled to get out of the room and into the corridor. Mina soon slipped ahead of the men, Nemo close behind. Skinner brought up the rear, panting slightly.
As the three left the Nautilus a wet drunk staggered towards Skinner. The man's hair was stained red, the blood mixing with the water.
It was Mina who recognized him first.
"Tom..." she whispered, unwilling to get any closer to him in case the blood lust over came her. It was at times like this that Mina wished even more that she had never felt the deadly Vampire's bite.
Captain Nemo ran towards the weaving agent who seemed oblivious to anything going on around him.
"Agent Sawyer?" Nemo asked. Tom frowned as he stared at Nemo, his mouth open as if to say something.
Instead he fell forward, his eyes already shut. Nemo caught him and began to bellow out orders to his sailors.
~~~
Smith leaned back in his seat, one his fingers tapping a beat onto the arm of his chair. It was the only indication that he was feeling anything other than the calm face he wore.
At that moment one of his many men came running into the room, the excitement clearly on his face. He bowed to Smith.
"Sir, we found him, alive but injured. He was indeed with the League."
"Very well." Smith said, standing up and walking out of the room. The sailor stared after him, his mouth hanging open. He ha expected Smith to show some emotion at the news that would spare him from the Boss but there had been none.
All this simply fed all the rumors that Smith was something over than human.
Smith walked into another room, heading towards the Morse key on the table, intent on sending a message to Mr. Big. He allowed a smile smile to reach his face.
The hunt was always his favorite part.
~~~
"Incoming message!" A man yelled. He listened into his headset;
-... --- ... ... .-.-.- / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / ... .- .-- -.-- . .-. / .- .-.. .. ...- . .-.-.- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-. .- .--. - ..- .-. . .-.-.- / ... -- .. - .... .-.-.-
"It's from Smith. It says; Boss. Found Sawyer alive. Will capture. Smith." The other man in the room nodded and left without a word.
Mr. Big would be pleased. And when Mr. Big was pleased no one died painfully. Well... not unless Mr. Big then got bored.
~~~
The American lay on his bed, sweat poring off him. He had already soaked his bed once over, he was shivering yet seemed to be burning up.
"What's wrong with him?" Skinner asked. At that moment Dr. Jekyll entered, supported by one of Nemo's sailors. He slowly moved over to the bed and began to examine the young man.
"If he fell into the Thames as we know he did... I fear he has been poisoned by the foulness in the river." Dr. Jekyll said.
TBC...
Just a small note, the hour that Tom spent floating in the Thames was the same hour Mina was treating Jekyll in the last part.
Please leave me a review! Let me know what you think!
~Sethoz
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed.
Clez:- Bit more than a glimpse this time... though you may wish I had just left him alone.
RogueCajun:- umm... yes.
LotRseer3350:- Ah yes, this ritual. all will be explained... eventually.
Please, please read then review!
The Bodyguard
~~~
Part Four:- Rude Awakenings.
~~~
Hitting the cold water was rather like getting slapped in the face. The shock alone was enough to jerk Tom out of his daze. He splashed around wildly, trying to reach his guns, his mouth open to shout for help. That was a mistake.
The dirty water of the Thames invaded Tom, pushing it's way down his throat. He swallowed a few times before he knew what he was swallowing. He could hear things under the water, shouts and shots, but his mind couldn't seem to work out any details.
Tom could feel the undercurrent of the river pulling him down, using his own weight to do so. With the remainder of his strength he removed his holsters and pistols. The logical part of his mind knew they wouldn't work too well after a dip in the Thames and it would be best to let go, but he couldn't seem to open his frozen fingers. They didn't respond to his order to open.
His lungs started to burn, desperate for some oxygen. Burning on the inside, freezing on the outside. He looked up, through the water. Just out of reach was little lights - stars? Tom didn't know, couldn't remember. A black shape passed over head, blocking Tom's view of the lights. By now his lungs felt as if they were on fire. He reached up - his fingers still clenched around his holsters - and pulled himself on top of the black shape.
Above him he could hear voices and a high powered engine of some kind. He had just enough energy to notice he appeared to be lying on some kind of cloth before passing out.
Tom drifted on his raft, following the tide. After a few minutes he came too, his gaze fuzzy.
Tom blinked a few times, as the world came back to him. The first thing he was aware of was a face staring at him, a face with wide eyes and an open mouth. Tom gave a little yelp of surprise.
The blank dead face of Bhishma stared back at him. There was some sort of irony in that, Tom knew. The fact that the dead body of Bhishma saved him... there was something funny there, but Tom couldn't work out what.
He closed his eyes again and quickly rejoined the darkness. For roughly an hour he was in the grip of the river as it moved him backwards and forwards, his unresisting body ever at the mercy of the waves. When the hour passed his eyes slowly opened. The tide of the Thames had swept him far down river, almost to the very mouth of the Thames.
While the rest had given him a little more energy, it had also given him a terrific aching head. He reached up and touched the back of his head. When he removed it, there was blood on his fingers.
Tom swore.
Even in his confused state of mind, Tom knew only too well that there should be no blood on the back of his head.
There was only one thing to do. He pushed away from the still floating body of the Indian and struck out toward the bank, moving slowly. The seconds crept agonizingly by as he struggled against the current.
Finally he managed to reach the bank and push himself up, shaking and shivering. He lay on the ground for a while, gasping, just grateful to be out of the water. Then he put his holsters back on, relived to feel the weight of his pistols again.
The socking wet American stood up, drawing his wet jacket close around him. It did nothing to warm him up, but it made him feel better anyway.
On uncertain feet he slowly weaved and staggered in the direction of the Nautilus.
~~~
Mina looked up from the book she was reading, her head cocked to the side.
//I could have sworn I heard something...\\ she thought. The noise, what ever it might have been was not repeated. She shrugged slightly and returned to her book.
Time passed slowly. With a growl, Mina put the book down. She knew she would get no more reading done tonight, as she had just read the same line thirteen times. Mina stood up and stalked out of her room, heading for where Dr. Jekyll lay.
As she turned a corner, Skinner appeared beside her.
"Going my way?" he asked, his face visible for once due to his grease paint. Mina didn't answer him, she simply carried on walking. This didn't seem to faze Skinner though.
"I thought I might look in on good old Henry." Skinner said cheerfully. The two moved closer and closer to Jekyll's room. They were only a few hundred meters away when Nemo joined them. The Captain simply bowed to Mina and walked a little way in front.
The three members of the League reached the door and walked into the room. Dr. Jekyll still lay on his bed, a slight sweat on his face. Mina moved to the head of his bed, placing a hand on his forehead, muttering soothing words that were too quiet for Skinner or Captain Nemo to hear.
Skinner moved aimlessly around the room, picking up books, then putting them back down. He didn't feel very comfortable in sick people's rooms.
Captain Nemo stood stiffly at attention at the base of the bed.
Suddenly there was a soft moan from the bed and Dr. Jekyll moved slightly. The other three all exchanged glances and waited. Minutes passed without any other sound from Jekyll.
Without any warning his eyes snapped open and he sucked in a great mouthful of air. His eyes darted around the room, the confusion evident on his face.
"Dr. Jekyll." Mina said. The man's eyes locked on her and he seemed to calm down.
"W-what happened?" he asked, his voice croaky. Nemo stepped forward, a glass of water in his hand. Skinner didn't know where the water had come from but it seemed to be just what Jekyll needed. The Doctor took it and drank greedily, the cool water running down his throat and refreshing him. Suddenly he paled.
"Now I remember..." he said to no-one. "Edward was being partially hard to reason with..."
"What happened? Where did he go when we were chasing Merl and how did he end up on the docks with Bhishma and Sawyer?" Mina asked. Jekyll's face seemed to go even whiter.
"Edward... he was distracted by a young prostitute..." A flicker of disgust passed over Henry Jekyll's face. "He killed her. I... I can still see her face, she was so young, she was so scared..." his voice trailed off as he stared at his hands, reliving the memory in his head.
"Dr. Jekyll." Mina said, her voice gentle yet commanding. "You most put this behind you. What happened next?"
"After...?" he asked in a dazed voice. Then he nodded and took a deep breath. "Yes, after... Hyde was heading back here when he saw Sawyer... he saw..." Jekyll's eyes widened as he tried to remember.
"What?" Nemo asked, worry evident on his face. "What did he see?"
"He saw Sawyer being knocked out by one of your sailors..." Jekyll said. The blood drained out of Nemo's face at this news.
"Bhishma betrayed him? I..." Nemo stopped, not knowing what to say. Jekyll carried on as if hadn't heard the Captain.
"The man took Sawyer to a pub and waited... Edward waited as well... then that... man came and they took Sawyer round the back of the pub..." Jekyll stopped again, his eyes tightly shut in an effort to remember what happened next.
"Tom Sawyer was lying on the wood... Edward charged forward... his arms were swinging... he... he hit Tom's body... the body went flying... it... it fell into the water." Dr. Henry Jekyll finished, his eyes wide with horror as he realized what he was saying.
Silence reigned in the room for one long tense second then panic erupted as the three fit members of the League all struggled to get out of the room and into the corridor. Mina soon slipped ahead of the men, Nemo close behind. Skinner brought up the rear, panting slightly.
As the three left the Nautilus a wet drunk staggered towards Skinner. The man's hair was stained red, the blood mixing with the water.
It was Mina who recognized him first.
"Tom..." she whispered, unwilling to get any closer to him in case the blood lust over came her. It was at times like this that Mina wished even more that she had never felt the deadly Vampire's bite.
Captain Nemo ran towards the weaving agent who seemed oblivious to anything going on around him.
"Agent Sawyer?" Nemo asked. Tom frowned as he stared at Nemo, his mouth open as if to say something.
Instead he fell forward, his eyes already shut. Nemo caught him and began to bellow out orders to his sailors.
~~~
Smith leaned back in his seat, one his fingers tapping a beat onto the arm of his chair. It was the only indication that he was feeling anything other than the calm face he wore.
At that moment one of his many men came running into the room, the excitement clearly on his face. He bowed to Smith.
"Sir, we found him, alive but injured. He was indeed with the League."
"Very well." Smith said, standing up and walking out of the room. The sailor stared after him, his mouth hanging open. He ha expected Smith to show some emotion at the news that would spare him from the Boss but there had been none.
All this simply fed all the rumors that Smith was something over than human.
Smith walked into another room, heading towards the Morse key on the table, intent on sending a message to Mr. Big. He allowed a smile smile to reach his face.
The hunt was always his favorite part.
~~~
"Incoming message!" A man yelled. He listened into his headset;
-... --- ... ... .-.-.- / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / ... .- .-- -.-- . .-. / .- .-.. .. ...- . .-.-.- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-. .- .--. - ..- .-. . .-.-.- / ... -- .. - .... .-.-.-
"It's from Smith. It says; Boss. Found Sawyer alive. Will capture. Smith." The other man in the room nodded and left without a word.
Mr. Big would be pleased. And when Mr. Big was pleased no one died painfully. Well... not unless Mr. Big then got bored.
~~~
The American lay on his bed, sweat poring off him. He had already soaked his bed once over, he was shivering yet seemed to be burning up.
"What's wrong with him?" Skinner asked. At that moment Dr. Jekyll entered, supported by one of Nemo's sailors. He slowly moved over to the bed and began to examine the young man.
"If he fell into the Thames as we know he did... I fear he has been poisoned by the foulness in the river." Dr. Jekyll said.
TBC...
Just a small note, the hour that Tom spent floating in the Thames was the same hour Mina was treating Jekyll in the last part.
Please leave me a review! Let me know what you think!
~Sethoz
