Chapter 6

Compliments of the Hood

Fermat lay on his back in one of the cushioned chairs in between TinTin and Alan. Scott made Alan and TinTin separate them. Scott sat near the radio listening.

"Why hasn't father come yet?" He asked out of frustration. Fermat rolled over at the mention of a father. Scott knew that he didn't want Jeff to be his father. He wanted his own father back.

"Fermat---Your fathers alive. I know he is." Scott said before he could control himself. Fermat flinched and began to shutter from his sobs again. Scott had counted now four hours since he had prayed for his father's passage into heaven. Since then he had given up hope that his father was alive. Scott pulled his emergency blanket off and walked over to Fermat. Scott touched his back and began to rub it gently like he used to do to his brothers when they were young.

Scott remembered his brothers how they had cried when their mother died. John had cried the hardest since he was the one to see her die. Gordon and Alan didn't understand to well, because they were too young. But they cried at first.

Virgil would cry himself to sleep and on occasions would cry in his sleep. Scott kept his feelings to himself and cried to himself while spending lone time in the shower. Often he would stay up to hear his own father in the home office crying to himself too. More times then he could count did he and grandma find him asleep in his chair? His face still drenched within tears.

Scott shook his head from the memories. Fermat lay in his arms now sleeping soundly. Scott looked toward the window seeing the sun was up. But still the sun wasn't visible through the clouds.

Alan and TinTin were now in the same chair in one another's arms. Scott sighed to himself. He had fallen asleep. Scott gently picked up Fermat and lay him back down. Making sure the blanket had not fallen off of Fermat. Scott pulled his jacket on and walked over to the fire and threw on a few more books.


Brains splashed water on his face from a water pitcher in the conference room. The blood from his head had soaked through to his shirt. The water now made the blood red color turn pink.

Brains shivered as he pulled off his shirt and pulled on his sweater he had brought along for the chill. Lucky for him it was a turtleneck and he didn't care much for fashion anyways.

"Hello is anyone in here?" Brains turned around to see the woman from N.A.S.A. Brains kicked himself for not remembering her name. A light bulb hit his brain and he looked at her arm it was taught in a weird angle. It had to have been broken, or dislocated. Brains grabbed his lab jacket and pulled it into a knot.

"Here let me uh see your arm." The woman nodded a bit fearfully.

"Have you ever set an dislocation before?" The woman asked as Brains just nodded. He hated to speak to woman. He was amazed that he could speak to his own wife without stuttering. He had become very anti-social after she died when Fermat was born.

"Your Professor Hackenbacker aren't you?" Brains gave her a small smile and nodded again.

"Hi I'm Judy." In acknowledgement Brains took the crook of her shoulder and the elbow and snapped her arm into place. Judy screamed as loud as she could. Brains didn't pay any attention to her screams. He gently needed his fingers over her shoulder to make sure that no bones were still out of place. The woman fell to her knees and out of Brains reach. Brains looked down at the woman as she sat there looking at him.

"O-Oh uh s-sorry." Brains said looking at her then stepped back.

"Now as long as you and I are alive. Brains nodded kneeling down and began to rerout the computers to auxiliary power. He felt someone hit him from behind, his vision went fuzzy. His hand automatically felt for his glasses, but they were there. His eyes blackened and he fell to his knees. His vision returned he looked at the woman as she smiled. She pulled off a wig to show dark red hair and pulled out a set of fake teeth to show crooked ones. Brains felt dizzily sick, the world spun around his head.

"T-Transom?" He braised himself on the table and she smiled.

"Complements of the Hood." Brains groaned and passed out.

"Gordon---Virgil can you hear me?" Jeff yelled fearfully. He had just woke up. His head was hurting bad and his right leg was burned from a fire that had broke out on the jack box on the wall.

"Dad I can't---." Jeff turned around to look at the floor, which was now the ceiling of the huge green machine. Virgil was holding onto the railing of the over walk.

"Okay son let go I'll catch you." Virgil nodded closing his eyes and let go. Jeff's strong arms wound around his green-eyed son, and he looked into the eyeless socket and sighed.

"Does it hurt much son?" Jeff asked as Virgil sighed.

"When I don't think of it.

"Virgil said as he pulled the first aid kit off the wall.

They both jumped at the sound of a groan near where Virgil had gotten the kit.

"Gordon?" Virgil and Jeff pulled some metal off of Gordon. Gordon lay there motionless and had a huge bump on his temple. Jeff leaned down and touched it. Gordon flinched and groaned again. Jeff let go of Gordons face, and looked up at Virgil's worried face.

"He must have hit it when he hit the wall." Jeff picked up his second to youngest son and laid him flat in a clean area and began to fix him up.