Disclaimer: 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. Not much happens in this part I'm afraid.
The title of this chapter is taken from a song by 'The Goo Goo Dolls' called 'So Far Away'.
Clez:- Shapeshifter? Sorry buddy, Smith's something else. ;)
Graymoon74:- Have you been looking at my notes? Here's more, with yet more Tom angst...
Angharad:- You'll find out soon, don't worry.
Silent Bob 546:- Cookies! Cookies! *gives you yet more*
Capt.Cow:- Blood, gore, vomit... yep.
Rayne:- aww, thanks for calling it 'excellent', hope you like this part!
Sugaricing:- Ah, but Smith isn't his real name, now is it. It's just what he calls himself... to try and blend in.
The Bodyguard.
~~~
Part Eight:- ... Cuz Your Mind's full of Fear
~~~
Tom Sawyer was really being to miss his little stone cell. After being sick on Smith, the Egyptian had unlocked his chains and dragged the un-protesting American out of the room, along a stone corridor and into another room.
This new room was a stark white. The sheer brightness of the white hurt Tom's eyes and he cried out weakly as Smith roughly dragged him to a white table. He had no strength to do anything else though - the punishment his body had taken left him feeling too weak to do anything more than let a feeble moan of pain as he was strapped down to the table.
Then he was simply left alone. The hard surface of the table prevented his aching muscles a chance to rest and heal. The bright whiteness of the room and the harsh light above his head meant that the possibility of sleep and therefor a temporary escape was denied him.
A few floors above him Smith was pacing backwards and forwards in the room he had been given. His Boss was starting to get impatient, the previous... "volunteers" had crumbled much more faster than this one. Smith didn't know why it was so important to Mr. Big that the next chosen one should be this little nobody but his Boss had been very insistent.
Roughly three months ago, Mr. Big had suddenly changed his mind about the chosen one and demanded that Smith track and capture Agent Sawyer. Still, it was not Smith's place to question Mr. Big's motives.
His place was simply to make sure Agent Sawyer was ready in time.
"I think it is time to move onto the next stage..." Smith said to the empty room.
~~~
Tom closed his eyes, the bright light burning through his eyelids. He blinked rapidly, tears leaking from the edge of his eyes. Suddenly without any warning the lights went out. Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
It was then that the noise started.
A continuos droning noise, that just carried on and on. Tom let out a scream of anger as he realized the noise would prevent him from sleeping and also cause him discomfort, just like the light.
Outside the door, Smith smiled, then walked back to his room.
It wouldn't be long now.
~~~
The League were still in London. Searching the city had proved fruitless, there had been no sign of Smith or Agent Sawyer. Captain Nemo was of the belief that neither were in London anymore and had widened the search.
So far though, they had no new data to go upon.
Nemo was seated at his desk in his own room, writing notes with astonishing speed when Skinner came rushing in. The Indian blinked slightly at the image he was presented with. A floating bandage in mid-air, where Skinner's arm would be, was the only indication of Skinner.
"Mr. Skinner?" Nemo asked in surprise. There was a snort of disgust.
"Don't ask mate." Skinner said in disgust, flopping down on an empty chair. Nemo raised an eyebrow as Skinner carried on. "Bloody walls, jumping out at innocent people walking..." he continued to mutter, seeming to have forgotten that he had told Nemo not to ask.
"Is there something you wanted Mr. Skinner?" Nemo asked, after listening to Skinner rant about the evil of walls for nearly ten minutes.
"What? Oh, yeah, I think I might have some information on that Smith and his Boss." Skinner said. Nemo looked interested.
"Pray go on." The Captain said. Skinner arranged himself more comfortably and picked up the bottle of brandy of Nemo's desk, poring himself a large glass of it.
"I was in this pub, trying to find out if anyone there knew anything about Smith." Skinner began, burping at the same time. His breath positively reeked of alcohol.
"Found a man who claimed to have been employed by Smith at one time... well, I had to get him talking didn't I." Skinner said, as if he could sense Nemo thought he was drunk. Nemo didn't answer.
"Anyway this man said that Smith worked for someone else. Didn't know that much about this man except he was an Englishman and went by the name of 'Mr. Big'." Skinner said, drinking his brandy.
"That does not tell us much." Nemo said. Skinner picked up the bottle and pored himself another glass.
"Ah, but I haven't finished yet." Skinner said smugly. "This man told me he saw Mr. Big once... said the man wore a black cloak to hide himself and a gold mask to cover his face." Skinner stopped and drank the rest of Nemo's brandy.
"Oh yeah... and Mr. Big has a place up in Scotland somewhere." Skinner added.
"What?" Nemo said.
"I said, Mr. Big has a place up in Scotland somewhere. I dunno where, the person I was talking to said he didn't know where, only that Mr. Big is up somewhere in the North of Scotland." With that, Skinner hiccuped, then passed out, falling onto Nemo's desk.
Nemo stared at the still bandage for a few moments.
"Mr. Skinner?" he said, hoping for some kind of answer. He got none. The Indian stood up and made his way around his desk, his hands reaching out to try and find the invisible man. After a brief check, Nemo was confident that the thief had simply passed out due to drink.
Captain Nemo left his room and headed towards Mina's room, his feet making no noise as he passed Dr. Jekyll's room. The Doctor was sitting in a chair, writing something in his dairy as Nemo walked past. After a minute or two Nemo reached Mina's room. The door was open, Mina bent over her table, conducting some kind of science experiment.
"Madam Mina?" Nemo said, attracting Mina's attention. She turned from her experiment.
"Yes Captain?" She said.
"Skinner found out some information. He believes that Smith is somewhere in the North of Scotland, though he hasn't been able to fins out where." Nemo said.
"At least that is something." Mina answered. "What do you plan to do with this information?" she asked.
"I believe we should head up to Scotland and search the more likely places while our other contacts continue to try and find out more." Nemo told her. Mina nodded, to show that she agreed.
"Captain... I have something here I wish to show you." Mina said, pointing at the experiment on her desk. Nemo moved closer, as Mina held up a little vial with a gray powder in it.
"I took this from the jetty where we first encountered Smith. When I placed it in this vial, it was blood, Smith's blood." Mina said. Nemo couldn't stop the little gasp of surprise as he heard what she said.
"And now...?" He said, staring at the gray powder with interest. Mina raised a delicate eyebrow.
"It still has all the trace elements of blood but..." Mina paused and frowned. "It's so old... it's as if this blood was somehow split then survived for thousands of years. But it only left Smith's body three days ago." Mina finished.
"So what does this mean?" Nemo asked her. She carefully placed the vial back on her table and stood up, stretching her muscles, twisting her neck.
"It either means that somehow someone switched the vials or... Smith is so old that when his blood is separate from his body it returns to the state is should normally be."
~~~
Tom had long ago given up trying to be quiet. He cried openly, the pain caused by his beatings, the light and the sound simply too much. Even when the sound was suddenly cut off he carried on whimpering, apparently having no idea that he was being given a short break from the pain.
It took Tom five minutes for the information to penetrate his tired brain. Then he stopped crying, gasping harshly as he tried to bring his breath under control. He closed his eyes and soon fell into sleep.
The dream girl was waiting for him.
At first, Tom didn't notice her. He was too taken up with examine his surroundings. He appeared to be standing in a wood, sunlight shinning down on him. There was also some soft music playing, but he couldn't find the source of it.
"This is a place of peace." The dream girl said. Tom jumped, recognizing the voice. It was the same voice that had stopped him from looking into the well in his last dream. The girl stepped out from behind a tree, looking at him. She wore a simple white dress, a dagger in her simple brown belt.
As Tom's eyes fell on the dagger he gave a gasp and backed away from her. It was the same dagger in his pervious dream, the same dagger that Smith carried around with him. The dream girl looked down at the dagger then back up at Tom.
"This dagger has long been a tool of evil." she said slowly. "But that does not make it evil... and this is a place of peace, where you can rest." Tom eyed her warily as she held out a hand to him.
"Come. I want to show you something." she said, a flicker of a smile on her face. "Before you have to wake up."
~~~
Tom Sawyer lay on the table, a faint smile on his face. Smith entered the room and stared down at Tom for a long second before giving a snarl of anger at the look of peace on the young man's face.
He untied Tom, the boy sagging in his arms, offering no resistant. Quickly he began to drag the still form of Tom back into his normal stone cell.
//He may be at peace now... but when he wakes up his mind should be ready...\\ Smith thought, dropping Tom onto the floor. There would be no point in locking him up, it was unlikely he would have the strength to do anything other than simply stay on the floor. Smith gave a grim smile as he backed away and locked the door. He walked along the corridor, pausing to look out the window at the sea below. The League were unlikely to find him here - in the far North of Scotland. And even if they did, they would be too late.
~~~
At the top floor of the building, was Mr. Big's room. Inside the room, sat Mr. Big, his gold mask firmly in place. He was waiting - waiting for Smith to come to him and tell him that the American Agent was ready.
Because this time it was different. This time it was a lot more personal and Mr. Big had sworn to have revenge on Agent Sawyer.
One way or another.
TBC...
There you have it, please leave a review! Hope you liked it.
~Sethoz
The title of this chapter is taken from a song by 'The Goo Goo Dolls' called 'So Far Away'.
Clez:- Shapeshifter? Sorry buddy, Smith's something else. ;)
Graymoon74:- Have you been looking at my notes? Here's more, with yet more Tom angst...
Angharad:- You'll find out soon, don't worry.
Silent Bob 546:- Cookies! Cookies! *gives you yet more*
Capt.Cow:- Blood, gore, vomit... yep.
Rayne:- aww, thanks for calling it 'excellent', hope you like this part!
Sugaricing:- Ah, but Smith isn't his real name, now is it. It's just what he calls himself... to try and blend in.
The Bodyguard.
~~~
Part Eight:- ... Cuz Your Mind's full of Fear
~~~
Tom Sawyer was really being to miss his little stone cell. After being sick on Smith, the Egyptian had unlocked his chains and dragged the un-protesting American out of the room, along a stone corridor and into another room.
This new room was a stark white. The sheer brightness of the white hurt Tom's eyes and he cried out weakly as Smith roughly dragged him to a white table. He had no strength to do anything else though - the punishment his body had taken left him feeling too weak to do anything more than let a feeble moan of pain as he was strapped down to the table.
Then he was simply left alone. The hard surface of the table prevented his aching muscles a chance to rest and heal. The bright whiteness of the room and the harsh light above his head meant that the possibility of sleep and therefor a temporary escape was denied him.
A few floors above him Smith was pacing backwards and forwards in the room he had been given. His Boss was starting to get impatient, the previous... "volunteers" had crumbled much more faster than this one. Smith didn't know why it was so important to Mr. Big that the next chosen one should be this little nobody but his Boss had been very insistent.
Roughly three months ago, Mr. Big had suddenly changed his mind about the chosen one and demanded that Smith track and capture Agent Sawyer. Still, it was not Smith's place to question Mr. Big's motives.
His place was simply to make sure Agent Sawyer was ready in time.
"I think it is time to move onto the next stage..." Smith said to the empty room.
~~~
Tom closed his eyes, the bright light burning through his eyelids. He blinked rapidly, tears leaking from the edge of his eyes. Suddenly without any warning the lights went out. Tom breathed a sigh of relief.
It was then that the noise started.
A continuos droning noise, that just carried on and on. Tom let out a scream of anger as he realized the noise would prevent him from sleeping and also cause him discomfort, just like the light.
Outside the door, Smith smiled, then walked back to his room.
It wouldn't be long now.
~~~
The League were still in London. Searching the city had proved fruitless, there had been no sign of Smith or Agent Sawyer. Captain Nemo was of the belief that neither were in London anymore and had widened the search.
So far though, they had no new data to go upon.
Nemo was seated at his desk in his own room, writing notes with astonishing speed when Skinner came rushing in. The Indian blinked slightly at the image he was presented with. A floating bandage in mid-air, where Skinner's arm would be, was the only indication of Skinner.
"Mr. Skinner?" Nemo asked in surprise. There was a snort of disgust.
"Don't ask mate." Skinner said in disgust, flopping down on an empty chair. Nemo raised an eyebrow as Skinner carried on. "Bloody walls, jumping out at innocent people walking..." he continued to mutter, seeming to have forgotten that he had told Nemo not to ask.
"Is there something you wanted Mr. Skinner?" Nemo asked, after listening to Skinner rant about the evil of walls for nearly ten minutes.
"What? Oh, yeah, I think I might have some information on that Smith and his Boss." Skinner said. Nemo looked interested.
"Pray go on." The Captain said. Skinner arranged himself more comfortably and picked up the bottle of brandy of Nemo's desk, poring himself a large glass of it.
"I was in this pub, trying to find out if anyone there knew anything about Smith." Skinner began, burping at the same time. His breath positively reeked of alcohol.
"Found a man who claimed to have been employed by Smith at one time... well, I had to get him talking didn't I." Skinner said, as if he could sense Nemo thought he was drunk. Nemo didn't answer.
"Anyway this man said that Smith worked for someone else. Didn't know that much about this man except he was an Englishman and went by the name of 'Mr. Big'." Skinner said, drinking his brandy.
"That does not tell us much." Nemo said. Skinner picked up the bottle and pored himself another glass.
"Ah, but I haven't finished yet." Skinner said smugly. "This man told me he saw Mr. Big once... said the man wore a black cloak to hide himself and a gold mask to cover his face." Skinner stopped and drank the rest of Nemo's brandy.
"Oh yeah... and Mr. Big has a place up in Scotland somewhere." Skinner added.
"What?" Nemo said.
"I said, Mr. Big has a place up in Scotland somewhere. I dunno where, the person I was talking to said he didn't know where, only that Mr. Big is up somewhere in the North of Scotland." With that, Skinner hiccuped, then passed out, falling onto Nemo's desk.
Nemo stared at the still bandage for a few moments.
"Mr. Skinner?" he said, hoping for some kind of answer. He got none. The Indian stood up and made his way around his desk, his hands reaching out to try and find the invisible man. After a brief check, Nemo was confident that the thief had simply passed out due to drink.
Captain Nemo left his room and headed towards Mina's room, his feet making no noise as he passed Dr. Jekyll's room. The Doctor was sitting in a chair, writing something in his dairy as Nemo walked past. After a minute or two Nemo reached Mina's room. The door was open, Mina bent over her table, conducting some kind of science experiment.
"Madam Mina?" Nemo said, attracting Mina's attention. She turned from her experiment.
"Yes Captain?" She said.
"Skinner found out some information. He believes that Smith is somewhere in the North of Scotland, though he hasn't been able to fins out where." Nemo said.
"At least that is something." Mina answered. "What do you plan to do with this information?" she asked.
"I believe we should head up to Scotland and search the more likely places while our other contacts continue to try and find out more." Nemo told her. Mina nodded, to show that she agreed.
"Captain... I have something here I wish to show you." Mina said, pointing at the experiment on her desk. Nemo moved closer, as Mina held up a little vial with a gray powder in it.
"I took this from the jetty where we first encountered Smith. When I placed it in this vial, it was blood, Smith's blood." Mina said. Nemo couldn't stop the little gasp of surprise as he heard what she said.
"And now...?" He said, staring at the gray powder with interest. Mina raised a delicate eyebrow.
"It still has all the trace elements of blood but..." Mina paused and frowned. "It's so old... it's as if this blood was somehow split then survived for thousands of years. But it only left Smith's body three days ago." Mina finished.
"So what does this mean?" Nemo asked her. She carefully placed the vial back on her table and stood up, stretching her muscles, twisting her neck.
"It either means that somehow someone switched the vials or... Smith is so old that when his blood is separate from his body it returns to the state is should normally be."
~~~
Tom had long ago given up trying to be quiet. He cried openly, the pain caused by his beatings, the light and the sound simply too much. Even when the sound was suddenly cut off he carried on whimpering, apparently having no idea that he was being given a short break from the pain.
It took Tom five minutes for the information to penetrate his tired brain. Then he stopped crying, gasping harshly as he tried to bring his breath under control. He closed his eyes and soon fell into sleep.
The dream girl was waiting for him.
At first, Tom didn't notice her. He was too taken up with examine his surroundings. He appeared to be standing in a wood, sunlight shinning down on him. There was also some soft music playing, but he couldn't find the source of it.
"This is a place of peace." The dream girl said. Tom jumped, recognizing the voice. It was the same voice that had stopped him from looking into the well in his last dream. The girl stepped out from behind a tree, looking at him. She wore a simple white dress, a dagger in her simple brown belt.
As Tom's eyes fell on the dagger he gave a gasp and backed away from her. It was the same dagger in his pervious dream, the same dagger that Smith carried around with him. The dream girl looked down at the dagger then back up at Tom.
"This dagger has long been a tool of evil." she said slowly. "But that does not make it evil... and this is a place of peace, where you can rest." Tom eyed her warily as she held out a hand to him.
"Come. I want to show you something." she said, a flicker of a smile on her face. "Before you have to wake up."
~~~
Tom Sawyer lay on the table, a faint smile on his face. Smith entered the room and stared down at Tom for a long second before giving a snarl of anger at the look of peace on the young man's face.
He untied Tom, the boy sagging in his arms, offering no resistant. Quickly he began to drag the still form of Tom back into his normal stone cell.
//He may be at peace now... but when he wakes up his mind should be ready...\\ Smith thought, dropping Tom onto the floor. There would be no point in locking him up, it was unlikely he would have the strength to do anything other than simply stay on the floor. Smith gave a grim smile as he backed away and locked the door. He walked along the corridor, pausing to look out the window at the sea below. The League were unlikely to find him here - in the far North of Scotland. And even if they did, they would be too late.
~~~
At the top floor of the building, was Mr. Big's room. Inside the room, sat Mr. Big, his gold mask firmly in place. He was waiting - waiting for Smith to come to him and tell him that the American Agent was ready.
Because this time it was different. This time it was a lot more personal and Mr. Big had sworn to have revenge on Agent Sawyer.
One way or another.
TBC...
There you have it, please leave a review! Hope you liked it.
~Sethoz
