Summary: Robin escapes from a secret government lab with the help of a dark agent, but is she really safe now? And why can't she remember anything about her life?
Disclaimer: I do not own WHR.
His hand shook visibly as he grasped at the top shelf. Eyeing the corridor, Brun pulled down a clear vial, its contents a viscous white. Clasping it tightly, he walked stiffly down the row of medical supplies. His eyes never stopped moving. This vial wasn't supposed to be there. Documents said it had been destroyed two years ago after it had adverse affects on laboratory mice and rabbits. They convulsed and bled from the eyes and ears. Considered too dangerous to keep in a busy lab it was incinerated. But documents lie. The specimen had been injected with the substance a year ago. Brun could still remember her eyes, staring straight into his. She gripped his arm until it went numb. Her body convulsed, but no blood. No blood, Brun thought, but that would have been a blessing. Her eyes, a beautiful brown, had faded as if the color were being leeched out. Brun reached the door and grasped the knob for a moment, remembering those black pupils dilating in a pool of eerie white. He shuddered and his hand spasmed around the narrow glass.
Brun shook off the memory and swung the door open to step out into a brightly lit hallway. He pulled a syringe out of his lab coat pocket and started walking while he plunged the needle into the vial's rubber stopper.
"No one knows...no one knows," Brun mumbled to himself. At the end of the hallway stood a white door, almost invisible against the same colored wall. Thin black lines marked its edges. Brun stood before the door and hastily pressed a code into the gray keypad indented in the wall. A red light blinked twice before changing to neon green. Brun expelled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The door slid open silently to reveal a stark white room. Brun took in the empty platform; the blood spatters on the sheet and floor. Lifting his eyes hesitantly, his hands shaking in his pockets, Brun stared at the naked form of the specimen as she turned to face him.
Sitting in his dark office, the director sat unmoving. His bowed head almost touched the desk. Without looking up, he picked up the black telephone on his right and dialed an anonymous number. Five rings played along the phone wire before a smooth voice answered.
"Prepare your men. She must be contained."
"I was told a simple injection would solve the problem. My employer will not appreciate this disruption."
Cold damp sweat slicked across the director's forehead. He scrubbed at it with his jacket sleeve, the smell of fear tainting the air. "Just prepare the men. There won't be problem. She's weak. Brun can fix this. I don't know what happened-"
"Wait," the voice cut in sharply. "You do not know how she awoke?"
"No, of course we do! A machine malfunctioned. Brun made a mistake. He'll be punished," the director continued to babble.
"So whose fault is it?" the voice asked, dangerously low. "Be careful, monsieur. Your lies are beginning to collide," the voice was taking on a clipped French accent. The director could almost feel anger radiating through the phone. "My men will report to your office in 10 minutes." He gave another terse warning and hung up.
Dropping the phone discordantly into its cradle, the director rose slowly from his chair and straightened his tie. His face hung dogged and sallow. The director had to fix this. If she fell into his hands... No, that wouldn't happen. He, the director, wouldn't let it happen. His hands stilled on his jacket at a sudden thought.
Where was Brun?
In a trance she stared unseeing into the mirror. Everything else had faded into nothing, only two piercing green eyes. Dimly she heard a soft swish, like air being released, and turned slowly. The lights of the room had suddenly become too bright and she blinked rapidly trying to adjust. A dark shadow stood shrouded in glossy white, but his face eluded her.
She moved forward to clutch the doorway just as the figure moved, his hand drawing up. Something grasped in it...silver... Her eyes went wide as she recognized the instrument. Oh God, she knew this thing. A blinding pain shot through her skull. Grabbing her head between her hands, she fell to her knees as distorted memories flooded back.
"Hold her down! We don't want any bruises." She lay on her back against cold steel. Four figures stood over her, looking like giants. She tried to focus on what they were saying, but it was all jumbled up. "Needs to be injected...heart...shut down...function." She wanted to speak but her lips wouldn't move. Her eyes ricocheted inside their sockets as the image began to blur. A coldness swept up her arm, creeping through her muscle into the shoulder and finally her chest. She couldn't breathe. A pale blurred face leaned over her. "It's taking effect. Inject it before she is unconscious." A quick metallic reflection, blinding pain and then darkness.
She startled back to reality as sharp pain shot up her legs. At some point she had collapsed to her knees and sat kneeling, her whole body shaking from the onslaught.
Peering up through her lashes, she watched the man in a white lab coat slowly close the distance. He was whispering something under his breath; his hands held out like a shield. One clutched a syringe.
No. She didn't know what had happened, but not again. She sat still on the cold floor. Instinct had taken over. Could this soft man with his close-cut brown hair and sweating lip really be the cause of this?
Brun shifted closer to the silent figure. God, why didn't she move? He could feel sweat trickling down his back; his shoulders were beginning to ache from his stiff posture. Licking his lips and riding a wave of false courage, Brun leapt forwards and grabbed the specimen, shoving her to the floor. Landing atop her, he brought down the syringe only to be stopped by her hand. She pushed up against him, turning the syringe away from her exposed chest.
Brun heaved himself higher for better leverage and stabbed harder. He couldn't fail, no, she had to die again. His face scrunched up into deep lines, teeth bared as he pushed harder. Brun's eyes widened until the whites bugged out and his pupils expanded, the deep brown irises disappearing. Fear snaked up his spine as the young girl turned the syringe away from him with unknown strength. Her knee came up unexpectedly to shove him over on to his back. She landed on top of him in a heap. He couldn't breathe.
Looking down, Brun stared at the empty needle protruding from his chest. The girl above him watched with those bright green eyes. He had given her those eyes. "I-" he tried to speak but blood choked his throat and dribbled down his cheek. His body convulsed and lay still.
She crept back slowly off the body. Her hand touched something hot and jerking back she found it coated in crimson. A pool of red was sweeping out beneath the man. Scrambling back, she hugged the wall and made her way towards the open door. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get out of here. As she slid her hand around the doorframe, something grabbed her. A scream built in her throat but was stifled by a black-gloved hand.
"Don't make a sound." The voice was silky, so low it made invisible fingers creep up her spine. She looked up into pure gray eyes shrouded by raven black hair. A strong, handsome face. He tugged her forward, seeming to forget her as he scanned the hallway, but his grip never left her. Footsteps announced a presence around the corner. Without waiting, he muttered," Follow me," and wrapped an unseen black coat around her shoulders. She had no one else, not even herself. So she followed him.
Please R&R.