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. Hope you are all enjoying this so far, just a short part this time to set up for the next few chapters. Bit of a struggle to write this part as a new idea for a LXG story came to me and it was hard to focus on this one. Plus, had to sit an exam today. *shudders* Anyway, here are the shout outs;
Clez:- *watches you gibber incoherently, then hides from the Mina glare* Boy, if you get all worked up about the last part wait till you read this one... I better start running now, hadn't I?
Angharad:- Bit more about Mr. Big in this part, but nothing positive. Just have to keep reading.
Rayne:- The plot thickens? Good God, it's already so stiff that the spoon can stand up on it's own! ;) Well, I certainly plan to finish this one... plus Clez would brain me with something if I didn't. Possibly a rubber chicken.
Silent Bob 546:- They hit Sawyer lots. Evil buggers, why I oughta- wait, I'm in control of them. *Mr. Burns voice* Excellent...
LotRseer3350:- I'm glad you think it's great... and have you been reading the plot? *suspicious look*
There we have it, enough of me blabbing on, here's the next part. Enjoy!
The Bodyguard.
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Part Nine:- Seven Days
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It had been seven days now since Agent Sawyer had been captured by their new enemy and the League were still no closer to finding him than they had been when they left for Scotland. Mina was quickly becoming frantic, she hated the idea of leaving Tom Sawyer in that man's clutches for as long as they had been forced to. Mina had only seen Smith for a few moments but his scent alone had been enough to convince her he was dangerous. The scent had made her skin crawl and everything she had discovered about his blood only made her more worried. She walked into the bridge where Nemo was talking to Jekyll, the Doctor looking excited.
"Madam Mina. I have some news." Nemo said, seeing the vampire enter the room. Mina gave a low grow and hoped that this would not be yet another wild goose chase.
"What have you found out Captain?" she asked, moving closer to him.
"About 40 miles west of here is a castle. The owner never leaves it but in the past few days there have been reports of a man leaving the castle to buy supplies. The man fits Smith's description. We are about to set off to Castle Linbay." Nemo told her. Mina gave a little smile and nodded. She turned an went up to the promenade where she could watch the sun slowly track across the sky as they headed towards the Castle.
//Agent Sawyer will not spend another day away from the League. We will return him to where he belongs and that... man, will pay dearly for what he did to us.\\ Mina thought, determined to extract her revenge.
No one messed with the League, no one messed her friends.
~~~
Smith stared down at the still body grimly. He was starting to get tired of this charade. Why was the boy taking so long to bend? The others... the other's had snapped so much sooner and while Smith enjoyed the challenge he was rapidly ruining out of patience. The Egyptian bent down and grabbed Tom Sawyer by his blond hair, pulling his up.
Tom gave a yelp of pain as he was rudely returned to the land of the living. Tears stung at his eyes as he realized he was still at the mercy of Smith. Every time he woke up he hoped for a brief second that his imprisonment had all been a dream or at the very least the League had shown up to save him.
Sometimes Tom even had trouble remembering his name. He rubbed at the dirt on his face as Smith glared at him.
The Egyptian was not in the least bit happy. Tom stood less defiantly now, his shoulder's hunched, his gaze lowered to the floor. Still, there was rebellion in the way he stood, a hidden glow that told Smith the boy was far from under his control. It was time to take drastic measures. Smith reached inside his large brown overcoat and pulled out a little bottle with a white liquid in it.
He waved the bottle under Tom's nose, attracting the boy's attention. Tom looked up, the anger and rage visible in his eyes. Smith nearly took a step back at the pure emotion that were shining in the clear eyes, it was even more clear that the American was far from submitting.
"This, boy, is something I think you will find interesting." Smith said, a gloating smile on his face. He made a clicking sound with his left hand and four of his men filed in. They grabbed both arms and both legs, holding Tom firmly on the ground. Tom began to kick and struggle, knowing instinctively that something bad was about to happen.
Smith bent down and forced Tom's mouth open, tipping the whole bottle into Tom's mouth. He held the mouth tightly shut until Tom was forced to swallow the liquid. It was cold, so very cold, moving down his throat and entering his stomach. Almost straight away he could feel his stomach freeze and his senses cloud over. The last thing he was aware of was Smith's smiling face before the darkness took him.
~~~
"This is it?" Skinner asked, disbelief in his voice. The Castle stood high on a rock formation, untended lands on the slopes. At the bottom was a tiny village, consisting of a pub, a small shop and a few buildings. In the distance, the odd farm house could be seen.
"What sort of evil mastermind would choose this place?" He asked. Dr. Jekyll shrugged and walked past Skinner, Mina and Nemo a few feet behind him.
"Let's ask around." Mina said. "Try and find out as much as you can about the people who live in the Castle. We will met at the pub in an hour."
"What's the pub called?" Skinner asked.
"Umm... The Slaughtered Lamb." Dr. Jekyll answered, squinting a little to see the wooden sign.
"Very well." Mina said. "The Slaughtered Lamb in one hour gentlemen. Hopefully we should have some news." With that, the group split up.
~~~
The cell that had held Tom Sawyer was empty. The door was open, the man standing guard on the floor. Smith stood in the middle of the empty room, his hands on his hips, his expression shrouded in the shadow of the door.
~~~
Dr. Jekyll wished he could have been surprised an hour later. He had questioned as many people as he could find with no result. Upon entering the pub, he had found Skinner already there and by the looks of the bar, the amount of empty glasses and the way Skinner called him; his bested best chum, it was unlikely that he had gone anywhere in the last hour.
When Mina arrived and saw the state Skinner was in, she was not amused. The glare she sent the drunk would have been enough to send anyone running to the hills screaming for their mummy and Skinner seemed to notice this. He sorbed up slightly.
"Before you say anything and moan at me, I have been busy." Skinner said.
"Busy being drunk?" Mina said frostily. Skinner shook his head, his hat falling off as he did so.
"See, that's where you're wrong. Okay, I was asking around, seeing if anyone knew anything." Skinner said, his breath stinking of alcohol as always.
"Anyway, about fifteen years ago, someone bought the castle and all the surrounding lands. Didn't live in it for years, then out of the blue, about three months ago, this man moves in but doesn't come out in the day." The thief said. There was a pensive look on his white face that told Mina there was still something he had to share with them.
"Did you get the name of the person who bought it?" She asked. Skinner nodded and swallowed, all traces of the drunk gone.
"The person who bought it... called himself James Moritay..." Skinner whispered, as if saying the name any louder would bring the man back to life. There was a stunned silence as the League tried to digest what they had just been told. It was impossible, James Moritay was dead... wasn't he?
"D-did anyone check Moritaty's body?" Jekyll asked, looking from face to face. Numbly they all shook there heads.
"We were all so taken up by Skinner's injuries and the death of Allan..." Mina said softly. In the distance a figure approached them, shoulders hunched, a hat over his head. The only part of the person's face that were visible, were two green eyes.
The man with the green eyes watched the League from a distance before coming closer. There was something funny about the way he walked as if he was trying to disguise himself. Behind him he could hear shouts and the man picked up his pace, now desperate to reach the League before his chasers could spot him. For a second he considered shouting but changed his mind. The last thing the man wanted to do was bring attention to himself.
The green eyed man had almost reached the group by now. Mina turned her head to look as the stranger came closer and closer. She recognized the eyes instantly. Suddenly there was a shape sound, rather like a whip as a gun went off. The man twisted his body, trying to dough the bullet. The unexpected movement sent the man to his knees as Mina ran over to him, catching him as he slipped closer to the ground. Tom looked up at her and smiled weakly.
"What took you so long?" He asked.
TBC...
That's it for part nine, I'm afraid. Part ten will be written as soon as I write it. ;) Please leave a review.
~Sethoz
Clez:- *watches you gibber incoherently, then hides from the Mina glare* Boy, if you get all worked up about the last part wait till you read this one... I better start running now, hadn't I?
Angharad:- Bit more about Mr. Big in this part, but nothing positive. Just have to keep reading.
Rayne:- The plot thickens? Good God, it's already so stiff that the spoon can stand up on it's own! ;) Well, I certainly plan to finish this one... plus Clez would brain me with something if I didn't. Possibly a rubber chicken.
Silent Bob 546:- They hit Sawyer lots. Evil buggers, why I oughta- wait, I'm in control of them. *Mr. Burns voice* Excellent...
LotRseer3350:- I'm glad you think it's great... and have you been reading the plot? *suspicious look*
There we have it, enough of me blabbing on, here's the next part. Enjoy!
The Bodyguard.
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Part Nine:- Seven Days
~~~
It had been seven days now since Agent Sawyer had been captured by their new enemy and the League were still no closer to finding him than they had been when they left for Scotland. Mina was quickly becoming frantic, she hated the idea of leaving Tom Sawyer in that man's clutches for as long as they had been forced to. Mina had only seen Smith for a few moments but his scent alone had been enough to convince her he was dangerous. The scent had made her skin crawl and everything she had discovered about his blood only made her more worried. She walked into the bridge where Nemo was talking to Jekyll, the Doctor looking excited.
"Madam Mina. I have some news." Nemo said, seeing the vampire enter the room. Mina gave a low grow and hoped that this would not be yet another wild goose chase.
"What have you found out Captain?" she asked, moving closer to him.
"About 40 miles west of here is a castle. The owner never leaves it but in the past few days there have been reports of a man leaving the castle to buy supplies. The man fits Smith's description. We are about to set off to Castle Linbay." Nemo told her. Mina gave a little smile and nodded. She turned an went up to the promenade where she could watch the sun slowly track across the sky as they headed towards the Castle.
//Agent Sawyer will not spend another day away from the League. We will return him to where he belongs and that... man, will pay dearly for what he did to us.\\ Mina thought, determined to extract her revenge.
No one messed with the League, no one messed her friends.
~~~
Smith stared down at the still body grimly. He was starting to get tired of this charade. Why was the boy taking so long to bend? The others... the other's had snapped so much sooner and while Smith enjoyed the challenge he was rapidly ruining out of patience. The Egyptian bent down and grabbed Tom Sawyer by his blond hair, pulling his up.
Tom gave a yelp of pain as he was rudely returned to the land of the living. Tears stung at his eyes as he realized he was still at the mercy of Smith. Every time he woke up he hoped for a brief second that his imprisonment had all been a dream or at the very least the League had shown up to save him.
Sometimes Tom even had trouble remembering his name. He rubbed at the dirt on his face as Smith glared at him.
The Egyptian was not in the least bit happy. Tom stood less defiantly now, his shoulder's hunched, his gaze lowered to the floor. Still, there was rebellion in the way he stood, a hidden glow that told Smith the boy was far from under his control. It was time to take drastic measures. Smith reached inside his large brown overcoat and pulled out a little bottle with a white liquid in it.
He waved the bottle under Tom's nose, attracting the boy's attention. Tom looked up, the anger and rage visible in his eyes. Smith nearly took a step back at the pure emotion that were shining in the clear eyes, it was even more clear that the American was far from submitting.
"This, boy, is something I think you will find interesting." Smith said, a gloating smile on his face. He made a clicking sound with his left hand and four of his men filed in. They grabbed both arms and both legs, holding Tom firmly on the ground. Tom began to kick and struggle, knowing instinctively that something bad was about to happen.
Smith bent down and forced Tom's mouth open, tipping the whole bottle into Tom's mouth. He held the mouth tightly shut until Tom was forced to swallow the liquid. It was cold, so very cold, moving down his throat and entering his stomach. Almost straight away he could feel his stomach freeze and his senses cloud over. The last thing he was aware of was Smith's smiling face before the darkness took him.
~~~
"This is it?" Skinner asked, disbelief in his voice. The Castle stood high on a rock formation, untended lands on the slopes. At the bottom was a tiny village, consisting of a pub, a small shop and a few buildings. In the distance, the odd farm house could be seen.
"What sort of evil mastermind would choose this place?" He asked. Dr. Jekyll shrugged and walked past Skinner, Mina and Nemo a few feet behind him.
"Let's ask around." Mina said. "Try and find out as much as you can about the people who live in the Castle. We will met at the pub in an hour."
"What's the pub called?" Skinner asked.
"Umm... The Slaughtered Lamb." Dr. Jekyll answered, squinting a little to see the wooden sign.
"Very well." Mina said. "The Slaughtered Lamb in one hour gentlemen. Hopefully we should have some news." With that, the group split up.
~~~
The cell that had held Tom Sawyer was empty. The door was open, the man standing guard on the floor. Smith stood in the middle of the empty room, his hands on his hips, his expression shrouded in the shadow of the door.
~~~
Dr. Jekyll wished he could have been surprised an hour later. He had questioned as many people as he could find with no result. Upon entering the pub, he had found Skinner already there and by the looks of the bar, the amount of empty glasses and the way Skinner called him; his bested best chum, it was unlikely that he had gone anywhere in the last hour.
When Mina arrived and saw the state Skinner was in, she was not amused. The glare she sent the drunk would have been enough to send anyone running to the hills screaming for their mummy and Skinner seemed to notice this. He sorbed up slightly.
"Before you say anything and moan at me, I have been busy." Skinner said.
"Busy being drunk?" Mina said frostily. Skinner shook his head, his hat falling off as he did so.
"See, that's where you're wrong. Okay, I was asking around, seeing if anyone knew anything." Skinner said, his breath stinking of alcohol as always.
"Anyway, about fifteen years ago, someone bought the castle and all the surrounding lands. Didn't live in it for years, then out of the blue, about three months ago, this man moves in but doesn't come out in the day." The thief said. There was a pensive look on his white face that told Mina there was still something he had to share with them.
"Did you get the name of the person who bought it?" She asked. Skinner nodded and swallowed, all traces of the drunk gone.
"The person who bought it... called himself James Moritay..." Skinner whispered, as if saying the name any louder would bring the man back to life. There was a stunned silence as the League tried to digest what they had just been told. It was impossible, James Moritay was dead... wasn't he?
"D-did anyone check Moritaty's body?" Jekyll asked, looking from face to face. Numbly they all shook there heads.
"We were all so taken up by Skinner's injuries and the death of Allan..." Mina said softly. In the distance a figure approached them, shoulders hunched, a hat over his head. The only part of the person's face that were visible, were two green eyes.
The man with the green eyes watched the League from a distance before coming closer. There was something funny about the way he walked as if he was trying to disguise himself. Behind him he could hear shouts and the man picked up his pace, now desperate to reach the League before his chasers could spot him. For a second he considered shouting but changed his mind. The last thing the man wanted to do was bring attention to himself.
The green eyed man had almost reached the group by now. Mina turned her head to look as the stranger came closer and closer. She recognized the eyes instantly. Suddenly there was a shape sound, rather like a whip as a gun went off. The man twisted his body, trying to dough the bullet. The unexpected movement sent the man to his knees as Mina ran over to him, catching him as he slipped closer to the ground. Tom looked up at her and smiled weakly.
"What took you so long?" He asked.
TBC...
That's it for part nine, I'm afraid. Part ten will be written as soon as I write it. ;) Please leave a review.
~Sethoz
