Disclaimer: Umm... what is their to say about this part? Please don't hate me? *puppy dog eyes* I don't own Tom Sawyer, Mina Hawker, Skinner, Captain Nemo, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde or anything else used in the fic, except Smith and Mr. Big.
The title of this chapter is taken from a song by 'The Goo Goo Dolls' called 'So Far Away'. Anyone who knows this song, will know what the line after this one is. That's the title of the next chapter and therefor a little hint. ; )
Clez:- Me mean? No! You mean! Meanie! Yes, they were a bit stupid weren't they... here's your up-date.
Angharad:- Do I delight in tormenting you? Yes!
RogueCajun:- I need to post cliffhangers! We needs it, we wants it, we must have the precious! Oops, wrong fandom...
Silent Bob 546:- Have another cookie! *gives cookie* Glad you're enjoying this!
Roz:- *watches as the cliff Roz is standing on crumbles* Here's the next part. Enjoy!
Capt.Cow:- I write! See?
Graymoon74:- I'm glad you... liked it, and mentioned the paper bit. Hope this part creeps you out as well... *grins*
Sugaricing:- He is very adorable...
The Bodyguard.
~~~
Part Seven:- And Your Heart's full of Hate...
~~~
"We were tricked." Mina said, her gloved hands gripping tightly the back of a wooden chair. "Smith must have known he had been followed and used the whole house as a diversion to leave the way open to capturing Agent Sawyer." She raised an eyebrow as the door to the briefing room opened, Skinner and Jekyll staggering in.
"Hell, Nemo, why did you do go and leave me and old Jekyll here to walk all the way back?" Skinner asked.
"Agent Sawyer has been captured." Nemo said shortly. "While we were attacking that house, Smith and his men came here."
"W-what about the m-men Agent Sawyer was with? The sailors." Dr. Jekyll asked. Mina answered without looking at the Doctor.
"They seem to have be knocked unconsciousness by something that leave no trace in their blood." Mina said. "If it was airborne, then it left no trace I could detect with my nose."
"If you could spare some time and check on them, Dr. Jekyll?" Captain Nemo asked. Dr. Jekyll instantly nodded.
//Why bother? Let the men die Henry.\\ Hyde said with boredom.
//Not now Edward!\\ Snapped Jekyll. The only time he could ever muster the courage to really argue with Mr. Hyde was when his Doctor ability's were needed. Dr. Jekyll left the room to treat his new patients.
Mina tapped the back of the chair with her gloved finger for a moment, then pushed herself violently away from it.
"I am going to go into the city." she announced. Captain Nemo suddenly looked the slightly bit uneasy.
"Are you sure it is wise to go out alone?" he asked. "I could send a sailor out with you, if you wish..."
"No thank you Captain. I am more than capable of looking after myself... however if it makes you feel better I will take my silver daggers with me." Mina answered, then left the room.
She had only gone one hundred yards before Skinner caught up with her.
"What are you going to do?" He asked her.
"I'm going to do what I must. It is possible I may be able to pick up Agent Sawyer's scent." Mina replied. Even as she said it, she knew there was little hope of being able to tell Tom's scent from everyone else's in London but at least she would be doing something.
Anything would be better than just sitting in the Nautilus waiting for some kind of news.
~~~
Smith walked into Mr. Big's room, a proud smirk on his face. He bowed to the shadowy figure in front of him.
"I have Agent Sawyer, Boss." he said. The shadow that was Mr. Big nodded.
"You know what to do..." he hissed in a raspy voice. Smith nodded once.
"I fear the dreams have already started with this one." Smith said. Mr. Big simply waved a hand.
"Does this make any difference?" Mr. Big asked. Smith shook his head, a twisted smile on his features.
"Not at all." The Egyptian said. He turned to go then paused. "Would you like to see this one?" he asked. There was no movement from the shadow and Smith was starting to think Mr. Big was ignoring him when the man suddenly spoke.
"Very well." Mr. Big said. Smith clapped his hands. Instantly four of his sailors entered, carrying a stretcher between them. Resting on the stretcher was Thomas Sawyer, sleeping peacefully. His face showed no shadow or trace of the pain that would find him in his waking hours. Mr. Big seemed to be staring at the American, though it was impossible to be sure due to the shadows.
"Begin." Mr. Big said, then stood up and walked out of the room. Smith's smile became even more twisted.
~~~
A stone room.
In the middle of the room, a well.
Tom advanced slowly, unable to tear his eyes from the well in front of him. The 25-year-old knew that this was a dream, that he was not really here. Yet he couldn't turn away and was compelled to move closer and closer to the stone well. As he neared the well, he noticed three stone steps leading up to the top of the well and to the blackness in it. He climbed them, walking forward, until he was on the lip of the well.
"So this is the end of the story..." Bhishma said, stepping forward from the shadows. As the American turned to face the Indian, a wind sprang up around the two, sand whipping at Tom's face, making his blonde hair fly in front of his face.
"So this is to be your fate." Bhishma said slyly, pointing at the well. Tom slowly began to turn back.
"Not yet." A new voice said, a hand stopping Tom from facing the well. "Dreams are supposed to be a place of refuge, not this place." It was a female voice, female arm and hand, but not a voice or body that Tom knew.
Tom turned away from the well and Bhishma. Instead he was faced with a nightmarish vision of a dead face, skin rotting and hanging off it, the mouth frozen in a grimace. The skeleton was wearing rags. The only thing that was not rotten or falling apart was a shining dagger in the belt. In his horror Tom took a step backwards and fell into the well, his eyes closing.
Tom opened his eyes.
~~~
The place he found himself in was not anywhere he knew. He was in a stone gray room, the only thing in it beside himself was the chains he was in. Tom pulled at the chains, knowing as he did so that they were un-likely to be weak. They were not. Yet the Agent continued to pull at them until his wrists were raw and bloody. Finally he was forced to admit defeat and leaned against the wall, sighing loudly.
Time passed.
He didn't know how long he had been left in the room, with no light and no food. No way to count time as it passed him by.
He was being to doze off when the door to his cell finally opened. Smith entered the room and stared at Tom, his eyebrow raising and a sneer on his lips as he looked at Tom's escape attempt.
"Really, I expected better from you Agent Sawyer." Smith said. Tom gave the other man a startled look at the mention of his name.
"You seem to have the advantage over me... and what is your name?" Tom asked, checking over the Egyptian to see if he had any weapons.
"Yes, I seem to have the advantage over you in many ways. You can call me... Smith. And you can call my Boss, 'Master'." Smith said, a gloating smile on his face. Tom laughed.
"Master?" Tom said. "Not a chance."
"Oh you will, boy. And you will soon come to know my name and fear will spark through you like a warm wine." Smith said. "Shall we begin?" he asked, before punching the unprepared Agent in the gut. Tom gasped in pain as his breath was knocked out of him. The older man rained punch after punch until finally, Tom's body couldn't take anymore. With a last jerk as he was hit in the side, Tom's consciousness mind fled his body, retreating to the darkness where he couldn't be hurt.
Smith stopped and looked at the ashen face Tom. Then, with disgust he spun on his heel and left the cell.
~~~ Tom didn't wake the next time Smith visited him. His mind didn't register the battering his body was receiving.
It was nearly ten hours before Special Agent Thomas Sawyer of the American Secret Service opened his eyes again. The hours trickled past without anyone checking in on their prisoner.
~~~
Mrs. Wilhelmina 'Mina' Harker entered the room where Tom was imprisoned, her face slightly flushed.
"Mina!" Tom cried. "Am I glad to see you! Help me get out of these." he added, using his head to point at his chains. Mina moved closer to him and stared at him, an unreadable expression on her face.
"Mina?" Tom asked. "What are you waiting for?"
"I can't protect you anymore." Mina said softly. Tom gave her a puzzled look.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. "I don't want you to protect me, just help me!" Mina carried on talking as if Tom Sawyer hadn't spoken.
"People who protect you die in horrible ways Agent Sawyer." Mina said, drawling out a dagger from her coat. Tom's eyes were drawn to the way the light glinted off the metal, the dagger was not one that she usually carried around, yet the young man recognized the dagger somehow...
... It was the dagger from his dream.
Tom couldn't take his eyes from the way the dagger moved in the light. He was so taken up by the dagger that he didn't notice Mina's sharp nail until it dragged down his left cheek. Tom gave a cry of pain and jerked his head away. Mina smiled cruelly and slowly lifted he finger and licked off the blood off it. She licked her lips.
"Such fear..." Mina said, her eyes glued to the little trickle of blood running down Tom's face. Tom's eyes however were glued to Mina's neck. There was no scar... Tom's eyes widened slightly at this.
"You're not Mina." Tom breathed. Mina tore her gaze from the blood.
"What are you talking about?" Mina asked. Tom frowned.
"You're not Mina." He snapped. "You don't have a scar from where you were bitten by a Vampire." he added. 'Mina' raised her hand to her neck.
"Clever boy. Clever, clever boy, to notice such a small detail!" 'Mina' snarled, moving forward and grabbing Tom around the neck and squeezing. Tom gasped for air, unable to fight the person who looked like his friend. The face of Mina disintegrated, to revel to Tom the face of Smith.
"This better boy?" Smith asked, letting go of the American. Tom didn't answer straight away, too concerned with getting the oxygen he needed.
"... I don't like tricks..." He finally gasped out. "Or people pretending to be something or someone they are not." Tom finished. This answer seemed to amuse the Egyptian.
"Really?" Smith asked. "You want to see the truth?" he asked, smiling at the uncertain nod Tom gave him.
It was only fair to educate the lad after all. The Egyptian leaned even closer to Tom.
Smith showed the Agent his true face and Tom couldn't stop the scream that bubbled up from his throat or stop the vomit that followed after.
TBC...
Well, leave a review please! More reviews, the faster I up-date!
~Sethoz
The title of this chapter is taken from a song by 'The Goo Goo Dolls' called 'So Far Away'. Anyone who knows this song, will know what the line after this one is. That's the title of the next chapter and therefor a little hint. ; )
Clez:- Me mean? No! You mean! Meanie! Yes, they were a bit stupid weren't they... here's your up-date.
Angharad:- Do I delight in tormenting you? Yes!
RogueCajun:- I need to post cliffhangers! We needs it, we wants it, we must have the precious! Oops, wrong fandom...
Silent Bob 546:- Have another cookie! *gives cookie* Glad you're enjoying this!
Roz:- *watches as the cliff Roz is standing on crumbles* Here's the next part. Enjoy!
Capt.Cow:- I write! See?
Graymoon74:- I'm glad you... liked it, and mentioned the paper bit. Hope this part creeps you out as well... *grins*
Sugaricing:- He is very adorable...
The Bodyguard.
~~~
Part Seven:- And Your Heart's full of Hate...
~~~
"We were tricked." Mina said, her gloved hands gripping tightly the back of a wooden chair. "Smith must have known he had been followed and used the whole house as a diversion to leave the way open to capturing Agent Sawyer." She raised an eyebrow as the door to the briefing room opened, Skinner and Jekyll staggering in.
"Hell, Nemo, why did you do go and leave me and old Jekyll here to walk all the way back?" Skinner asked.
"Agent Sawyer has been captured." Nemo said shortly. "While we were attacking that house, Smith and his men came here."
"W-what about the m-men Agent Sawyer was with? The sailors." Dr. Jekyll asked. Mina answered without looking at the Doctor.
"They seem to have be knocked unconsciousness by something that leave no trace in their blood." Mina said. "If it was airborne, then it left no trace I could detect with my nose."
"If you could spare some time and check on them, Dr. Jekyll?" Captain Nemo asked. Dr. Jekyll instantly nodded.
//Why bother? Let the men die Henry.\\ Hyde said with boredom.
//Not now Edward!\\ Snapped Jekyll. The only time he could ever muster the courage to really argue with Mr. Hyde was when his Doctor ability's were needed. Dr. Jekyll left the room to treat his new patients.
Mina tapped the back of the chair with her gloved finger for a moment, then pushed herself violently away from it.
"I am going to go into the city." she announced. Captain Nemo suddenly looked the slightly bit uneasy.
"Are you sure it is wise to go out alone?" he asked. "I could send a sailor out with you, if you wish..."
"No thank you Captain. I am more than capable of looking after myself... however if it makes you feel better I will take my silver daggers with me." Mina answered, then left the room.
She had only gone one hundred yards before Skinner caught up with her.
"What are you going to do?" He asked her.
"I'm going to do what I must. It is possible I may be able to pick up Agent Sawyer's scent." Mina replied. Even as she said it, she knew there was little hope of being able to tell Tom's scent from everyone else's in London but at least she would be doing something.
Anything would be better than just sitting in the Nautilus waiting for some kind of news.
~~~
Smith walked into Mr. Big's room, a proud smirk on his face. He bowed to the shadowy figure in front of him.
"I have Agent Sawyer, Boss." he said. The shadow that was Mr. Big nodded.
"You know what to do..." he hissed in a raspy voice. Smith nodded once.
"I fear the dreams have already started with this one." Smith said. Mr. Big simply waved a hand.
"Does this make any difference?" Mr. Big asked. Smith shook his head, a twisted smile on his features.
"Not at all." The Egyptian said. He turned to go then paused. "Would you like to see this one?" he asked. There was no movement from the shadow and Smith was starting to think Mr. Big was ignoring him when the man suddenly spoke.
"Very well." Mr. Big said. Smith clapped his hands. Instantly four of his sailors entered, carrying a stretcher between them. Resting on the stretcher was Thomas Sawyer, sleeping peacefully. His face showed no shadow or trace of the pain that would find him in his waking hours. Mr. Big seemed to be staring at the American, though it was impossible to be sure due to the shadows.
"Begin." Mr. Big said, then stood up and walked out of the room. Smith's smile became even more twisted.
~~~
A stone room.
In the middle of the room, a well.
Tom advanced slowly, unable to tear his eyes from the well in front of him. The 25-year-old knew that this was a dream, that he was not really here. Yet he couldn't turn away and was compelled to move closer and closer to the stone well. As he neared the well, he noticed three stone steps leading up to the top of the well and to the blackness in it. He climbed them, walking forward, until he was on the lip of the well.
"So this is the end of the story..." Bhishma said, stepping forward from the shadows. As the American turned to face the Indian, a wind sprang up around the two, sand whipping at Tom's face, making his blonde hair fly in front of his face.
"So this is to be your fate." Bhishma said slyly, pointing at the well. Tom slowly began to turn back.
"Not yet." A new voice said, a hand stopping Tom from facing the well. "Dreams are supposed to be a place of refuge, not this place." It was a female voice, female arm and hand, but not a voice or body that Tom knew.
Tom turned away from the well and Bhishma. Instead he was faced with a nightmarish vision of a dead face, skin rotting and hanging off it, the mouth frozen in a grimace. The skeleton was wearing rags. The only thing that was not rotten or falling apart was a shining dagger in the belt. In his horror Tom took a step backwards and fell into the well, his eyes closing.
Tom opened his eyes.
~~~
The place he found himself in was not anywhere he knew. He was in a stone gray room, the only thing in it beside himself was the chains he was in. Tom pulled at the chains, knowing as he did so that they were un-likely to be weak. They were not. Yet the Agent continued to pull at them until his wrists were raw and bloody. Finally he was forced to admit defeat and leaned against the wall, sighing loudly.
Time passed.
He didn't know how long he had been left in the room, with no light and no food. No way to count time as it passed him by.
He was being to doze off when the door to his cell finally opened. Smith entered the room and stared at Tom, his eyebrow raising and a sneer on his lips as he looked at Tom's escape attempt.
"Really, I expected better from you Agent Sawyer." Smith said. Tom gave the other man a startled look at the mention of his name.
"You seem to have the advantage over me... and what is your name?" Tom asked, checking over the Egyptian to see if he had any weapons.
"Yes, I seem to have the advantage over you in many ways. You can call me... Smith. And you can call my Boss, 'Master'." Smith said, a gloating smile on his face. Tom laughed.
"Master?" Tom said. "Not a chance."
"Oh you will, boy. And you will soon come to know my name and fear will spark through you like a warm wine." Smith said. "Shall we begin?" he asked, before punching the unprepared Agent in the gut. Tom gasped in pain as his breath was knocked out of him. The older man rained punch after punch until finally, Tom's body couldn't take anymore. With a last jerk as he was hit in the side, Tom's consciousness mind fled his body, retreating to the darkness where he couldn't be hurt.
Smith stopped and looked at the ashen face Tom. Then, with disgust he spun on his heel and left the cell.
~~~ Tom didn't wake the next time Smith visited him. His mind didn't register the battering his body was receiving.
It was nearly ten hours before Special Agent Thomas Sawyer of the American Secret Service opened his eyes again. The hours trickled past without anyone checking in on their prisoner.
~~~
Mrs. Wilhelmina 'Mina' Harker entered the room where Tom was imprisoned, her face slightly flushed.
"Mina!" Tom cried. "Am I glad to see you! Help me get out of these." he added, using his head to point at his chains. Mina moved closer to him and stared at him, an unreadable expression on her face.
"Mina?" Tom asked. "What are you waiting for?"
"I can't protect you anymore." Mina said softly. Tom gave her a puzzled look.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. "I don't want you to protect me, just help me!" Mina carried on talking as if Tom Sawyer hadn't spoken.
"People who protect you die in horrible ways Agent Sawyer." Mina said, drawling out a dagger from her coat. Tom's eyes were drawn to the way the light glinted off the metal, the dagger was not one that she usually carried around, yet the young man recognized the dagger somehow...
... It was the dagger from his dream.
Tom couldn't take his eyes from the way the dagger moved in the light. He was so taken up by the dagger that he didn't notice Mina's sharp nail until it dragged down his left cheek. Tom gave a cry of pain and jerked his head away. Mina smiled cruelly and slowly lifted he finger and licked off the blood off it. She licked her lips.
"Such fear..." Mina said, her eyes glued to the little trickle of blood running down Tom's face. Tom's eyes however were glued to Mina's neck. There was no scar... Tom's eyes widened slightly at this.
"You're not Mina." Tom breathed. Mina tore her gaze from the blood.
"What are you talking about?" Mina asked. Tom frowned.
"You're not Mina." He snapped. "You don't have a scar from where you were bitten by a Vampire." he added. 'Mina' raised her hand to her neck.
"Clever boy. Clever, clever boy, to notice such a small detail!" 'Mina' snarled, moving forward and grabbing Tom around the neck and squeezing. Tom gasped for air, unable to fight the person who looked like his friend. The face of Mina disintegrated, to revel to Tom the face of Smith.
"This better boy?" Smith asked, letting go of the American. Tom didn't answer straight away, too concerned with getting the oxygen he needed.
"... I don't like tricks..." He finally gasped out. "Or people pretending to be something or someone they are not." Tom finished. This answer seemed to amuse the Egyptian.
"Really?" Smith asked. "You want to see the truth?" he asked, smiling at the uncertain nod Tom gave him.
It was only fair to educate the lad after all. The Egyptian leaned even closer to Tom.
Smith showed the Agent his true face and Tom couldn't stop the scream that bubbled up from his throat or stop the vomit that followed after.
TBC...
Well, leave a review please! More reviews, the faster I up-date!
~Sethoz
