Now for the second chapter! The third will be coming in a few days, after that they should be coming pretty regularly, but who can tell. I do have a good plot mapped out, so that's a good indicator for updates. Happy reading.
Look for disclaimer in chapter one.
It was quiet for the entire day, nothing larger than a forest creature moved in any case. It was almost dark before a halt was called. They made their way to the edge of the tangled mess of trees, vines, and shrubbery. A small group of crewmen waited at the edge of the water with a boat large enough for the League and the crew to row back to the Nautilus. They had wisely made no fire, but had brought alone several lanterns that made a splash of light in the gloom.
Tom rested his chin in one hand and sighed at the sunset. Disappointment tinged with anticipation did not only infect the agent. The only one in the part that was not frustrated at having found nothing was Skinner. The invisible thief felt only relief to be not be running for his life. He had no doubt in his mind that they would all be doing a bit of that once they found these new Hyde's. Trailing a hand in the water, Skinner leaned over the side of the boat. And he knew that this was only the beginning. They still had to deal with Vampires and…and himself. Now that would be something to see…or rather not see, as it were; he could hardly fight as it was, how was he supposed to fight an invisible enemy? It was quite ironic, he supposed if he were a better fighter his enemies would think the same about him. But he really didn't know how to fight, or at least not well. He knew stealth, but not warfare.
He could joke about it and grin. But it was obvious that Mina and Henry were disturbed over the fact that they were going up against something that equaled their own strength and ability. Neither seemed afraid, just…unstable. He had never before had to describe Mina as unstable, but she and Henry really seemed upset. It was embarrassing, but he at any rate could admit to himself that he did not feel at all unstable; the truth was that he was just plain scared spitless.
It seemed an unspoken intent that in the end, the vampire would kill the vampires, Hyde would kill the Hydes; and so naturally it seemed that it was up to the invisible man to kill the invisible men. With minimal help it seemed, Mina and Jekyll appeared to take a personal offense against their new enemies. With reasonable cause, no doubt, but still, he would welcome all of them to help him get rid of the invisible opponents they would be facing sooner or later. Even to him it sounded cowardly, but when Jekyll turned into Hyde, it didn't seem to matter that Jekyll looked like he couldn't - or wouldn't for that matter - hurt a fly. Hyde could easily rip the limbs off of a human as easy as the wings of a fly!
Skinner was sure that Mina was dangerous enough without her vampiric abilities, but he would wager that even if she had been weak and defenseless as Jekyll seemed to be, she would not have been when the more vicious side that had been created in her was shown. But not him, no sir. If you were weak, defenseless, and Hell, if you were a pacifist then you'd be all that and invisible. And it would be just his luck if the men that were invisible were all fine specimens, fit and athletic. The most he could do would be to giftedly run away and hide. He chopped at the water angrily.
"Skinner! Stop splashing." Mina's voice sounded irritated, he meekly went back to letting the tips of his fingers draw vanishing lines in the black water. When Mina was in a bad mood, there was no sense in provoking her any further. The next thing anybody knew, her hair would be curling and it would be his blood she would be after. He felt like he could sleep for weeks, and not only from tramping around all day in the heat. Come to think on it, maybe a swim too. No chance of that of course, but it would have been nice.
There was an emergency meeting once they returned to the Nautilus. They might never find the new Hyde's even if they tramped around the rainforest for weeks, months maybe. There were towns nearby, and even a city; or at least that's was Skinner though Mina had said. Though it was almost the only thing Mina said that actually informed them of anything, she stepped aside and seated herself in one of the library's high-backed chairs. Skinner silently choked when Jekyll took the stage and finished the rest of their instruction and plans of action. He hardly listened, it was happening already. Normally Mina or Allan would have told them all they needed to know. But it concerned Jekyll more than any of them, and so naturally it had fallen into Jekyll's hand. Oh God, he needed a drink.
Tom glanced at Skinner once the meeting had begun. He was, as usual, not paying the least bit attention to the doctors words. There were times when he wished he could see the expression on the invisible mans face. He usually pictured Skinner with a half grin and eyes shining with amusement. But it was times like these when he thought he might wear the look of absolute boredom. It was exasperating at times, though he empathized with the thief, the meetings they held bored him more often than not as well, but he was never extremely open about everyone knowing just how bored he was. And besides, they were talking business now. Action was coming.
He sat close to Skinner, he was the closest friend he had in the League, and pretty much anywhere else. Thinking that made thoughts of Huck come to his mind and he sighed very softly so that no one other than himself would hear. He was still grieving of course, and he would probably still be twenty years from now. It made an ache in his chest grow for a moment, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. Tom blinked his eyes rapidly and turned away quickly when he saw Mina looking at him. Feeling his cheeks heat and irritation grow, he vented it by means of a small slap to where he judged Skinner's arm to be located and snapped in an annoyed whisper, "Skinner, pay attention!" The invisible man jumped silently and Tom could almost feel Skinner's heart jump into his throat. Smiling smugly at having his irritation satisfyingly sated, Tom leaned back more comfortably to listen to the rest of Jekyll's speech.
It was late when they were finally finished. With many a yawn and bids of "goodnight", they filed out of the library. Tom followed Skinner as he virtually ran from the library. Thankfully he had donned his coat before the meeting, it was rather hard to follow the sound of the man's feet sometimes. The agent caught hold of his shoulder and swung the thief around. The invisible man resisted for only a moment before allowing Tom to direct his steps. Though before he could utter a word, Skinner held up a hand and spoke quickly, "Look, you can follow me if you like, Tom. I've got and extra glass and your welcome to it, but no questions, not tonight" Tom nodded after a moment and released his grip on Skinner.
Allan was the last to make it to his room. He stopped for a hurried conference with Mina and Jekyll that had turned out to not be quite as hurried as he would have liked. He yawned cavernously behind on hand and ruffled his graying hair as he walked to his room with sleep heavy steps. The hunters pace slowed, however, as he came closer to Skinner's room.
"You had better not be lying, at least you can see mine." Tom's voice sounded slurred and a strange mix between disbelieving and…well, drunk. Skinner's equally as garbled voice held not a hint of disbelief, only righteous anger. "Well of course I'm lying, but only about how I got it. It's there all right. Here, feel." Curiosity got the better of Allan as he drew nearer to Skinner's room, it was there that the voices were coming from. He could have passed by, but really, a man could only take so much after hearing the little snippet of conversation.
He leaned in the doorway, a grin coming to his face when the mystery was solved. Tom and Skinner were seated on the thief's bed, leaned against the wall. On the table near the bed sat a mostly empty bottle of sherry and two half empty glasses. Allan did not really catch what they were talking about; what he saw, however, was rather baffling. Skinner had directed Tom's hand to his shoulder and then down in a slanted line across his chest. The hunter in the doorway almost laughed aloud when Skinner explained to Tom, "You're right, wasn't a knife fight. It happened before I took the formula. It was one of my first big thefts and I got caught. Naturally, I took off and when I looked back I ran straight into one of those razor wire fences. Luckily, I was young enough so that the bloke who was after me found the situation rather pathetic and he took me to a doctor instead of turning me it."
Tom laughed into his glass and rolled up his sleeve on his right arm and showed Skinner a fine white scar down his forearm. "All right then, if we're confessing then I really got this one when I was about sixteen. I was fishing and I fell on the hooks I had stuck onto a piece of material so I wouldn't loose them, when I got up thought it had got my shirt and tried to pull it off."
Allan watched for a while, he left when he couldn't contain his yawns anymore, or stifled laughter for that matter. Both of them went on and on. It was hard to imagine either of them having so many memories of past blunders and, on occasions, fights. But he himself bore by twice as many decorations. Though he really did not expect Skinner to have as many, but he matched Tom's every story with one of his own. He closed the door quietly and left the braggers to themselves until they fell asleep.
It was the last time he would ever drink with Skinner. Maybe in some world he could match the thief's resiliency to drink, but definitely not in this one. And of course, they had to get up early and go into the city. Thankfully, the only other shock he received that morning was waking up in Skinner's room. Though that in itself was a bigger surprise than he needed. Mercifully, he remembered the last night and didn't panic too badly. Skinner was snoring next to him, though Tom had to trace the sound until he realized that the invisible man was sleeping sitting up, still propped against the wall.
All of his luck drained away, however, as he sat up and the door swung open. "Skinner, will you get-" Mina's words broke off, she first eyed Tom and then the two empty glasses, she rolled her eyes, "Oh, there you are agent Sawyer, you might want to get ready as well." Tom groaned and felt his face heating as Mina closed the door with a barely concealed snigger of amusement. "I'm awake!" Skinner's words were almost unintelligible as he came to with a snort.
His head throbbed and Tom winced as he shook Skinner until he was fully conscious. "Let's go, Skinner. Wakey wakey." Tom hauled himself off of the bed and staggered his way to the thief's washroom. Cold water did wonders in waking him. But coffee would work even better, even if his stomach recoiled that the thought of food. The hot reviving liquid was more valuable this morning than gold. Suddenly, he was shouldered aside and Skinner scooped up a double handful of water to splash on his face.
"Shove aside, mate." The thief's voice sounded no worse for wear, though if you listened carefully, there was a strain there. If he had been visible his eyes would probably have been a bloodshot as his own. Or maybe they were not, Skinner had an incredible tolerance to alcohol. Tom was reasonable sure the thief could stand what could kill a lesser man.
Tom tucked in his wrinkled shirt and stopped at his room to grab a jacket before he and Skinner made their way to the dining room. The league was seated around the table enjoying their breakfasts. Tom paled a little at the site of his own awaiting plate. Pushing it forward so that he could not smell it so well. Rather, he poured coffee for himself and Skinner. He received a mumbled thanks.
The meeting was hurried. The city was three days trip into town and from there they would be renting inn rooms. They would arrive in pairs and within a few hours of each other; and they would be, for those who needed it, disguised. The city was quite large and from there, they would be able to have access to the jungle. It seemed that they had also run into a wall, though. They really did not know if the people who had bought the formula to bring out an alter ego had found a way to make more of it. A small part of the government should be located somewhere close. Or if they were not, there would have been someplace that were in charge of looking after the beasts.
If they had any luck at all. It would only be a small operation designed for trial of the alter ego test subjects. But, if it was trial and error distribute, then why was it in the papers and why were they being allowed to terrorize people. They had not come into the city yet. And if they found them in time, they might not get the chance. The best Tom could figure was that they must have escaped.
It took a bit of time to get assembled. They had to choose who would go with whom and what they were going to do if they needed more help. The league were capable of taking care of runaway Hydes, they had one of their own to help with that. But it was the people that they may need help with. If need arose to become aggressive to not only the alter egos, then Nemo's men would be waiting in a camp outside of town.
Some of the League looked very different when they were ready to depart. Tom looked much the same, as did Allan. Mina was wearing a much more simpler outfit of a loose skirt that was long enough to swirl about her ankles, but not drag in the dust; it went with a roomy blouse and a shawl. Her and Henry would be posing as husband and wife on a trip with his father-in-law. Henry was dressed much the same as he usually did. Though he had abandoned his elaborately tailored coat for one of Allan's more worn and casual jacket. The biggest change was Nemo. He had had to completely change his garb so that he would not attract too much attention. He was very compliant when he had been asked to remove his turban and uniform. He was more about the height of Tom, if not a bit shorter. It was a shock to see how much smaller he looked without his turban. But he still had his fatherly smile and twinkling eyes that no one would question if they saw that smile directed at Henry and Mina.
Allan and Tom would be posing as father and son out to see a bit the world, posing as rumor and adventure hunters. There was no problem there, they very much looked the part even before the mission began. And then there was Skinner. Skinner would be going with Tom and Allan, but he really didn't exist on this trip. He and Nemo would be sharing a room. It was certainly much easier than him bunking up with Tom and Allan or Henry and Mina.
They set out with Nemo's crew carrying supplies for themselves and also three-day's provisions for the league until they reached the city. The dirt road that led into the city usually had a number of people walking it each day. Mina, Jekyll and Nemo would be leaving first. They took their bags and supplies and a few of Nemo's crew to look like hired help and they left. The entire three-day trip to the city was planned so that they would only be a few hours ahead of each other, and therefore, close enough if either party needed help.
After Henry, Mina and Nemo departed the remainders were left virtually to themselves aboard the Nautilus. Allan, Tom and Skinner passed the hours playing cards; and in Tom and Skinner's case, nursing hangovers. It was late afternoon when the trio set out alone. They all carried supplies, including Skinner; there would most likely be no one on the roads so late. So the thief was dressed in his long coat. The next day he would cease to exist. They walked until an hour past dark, and then made camp. There were abandoned camps a little ways off of the dirt road from past travelers. The glow of fires in similar camps shown like candlelight some miles away.
Only a small fire was made, it's use was mainly to keep animals away if any dared to come out of the jungle. The took turns at keeping watch by drawing sticks. Tom grumbled a bit about having drawn the shortest stick and having to keep first watch. But at least it was better than Skinner's. The thief had second watch and therefore had to sleep, wake up and then try to sleep again. Silently finishing the cold rations from their packs, Skinner and Allan dropped off, leaving Tom to stir up the fire and wait out his watch.
And so they went through the night. Morning came rising through the trees, when Allan shook them awake. The thief jumped when Allan kicked him out of his blanket. "Rise and shine Skinner. And don't forget, not a peep if we see anyone." Skinner grumbled but complied and picked himself up of the ground.
The next two days passed much the same. It was on the third day that they reached the city. Allan hoped that no one noticed the faint footprints in the dust made by the invisible thief. Thank God he was practiced at walking lightly. Skinner tried to stay close to Tom, the crowds were thick and he didn't want to risk sending a panic through the masses by bumping into anyone…or knocking anything over.
Tom could feel Skinner behind him, he was sticking closer than a shadow. Well, it was for the better. The last thing they needed was for him to trip or run into someone. They wandered about for an hour until Allan spotted one of Nemo's men. They locked eyes and they started to steer towards him. They kept a distance from each other and they eventually came to an inn. The sign hanging above the inn door was in the native language and Allan could not read it, but it looked nice enough. Not too shabby and not too expensive. The common room was filled with local men drinking ale from heavy tankards. No one looked up from their drinks when they walked in, the city was full of Foreigners and traders. Buying a room was no problem, though the room was small and cramped, with barely enough room for the two beds, their packs, and a table that held a chipped wash bin with a pitcher of water.
A door opened down the narrow hall and Jekyll stepped in to the hall, as if to simply talk or allow Mina to change. Nemo did the same from his room next door to Jekyll and Mina's room. They quickly traded information and Mina joined them a moment later, she actually had changed. She looked more suitable for sight seeing now, and that was exactly what she would be doing. Nemo was going to see what he could find by talking to some of the men in the common room downstairs, buying drinks loosened tongues. Mina and Jekyll would be sightseeing and learning about the latest news Tom, Allan and Skinner would of course be the common nosy adventures snooping about for the latest rumors.
There would be time for catching the alter ego's. So far they had done nothing besides terrify people and destroy property. It would be best if they could uncover the organization responsible for controlling them. It was an hours trip outside the city to the town where the beasts had been disrupting things.
Mina took Jekyll's arm as they descended the stairs. As they had before done, they would leave in parties an hour or so between each. They strolled down the hard packed earth of the street. The streets were rather narrow except for the main streets the ran in a cross through the city. They walked around the markets, admiring the crafts and exotic food. Henry was a bit twitchy, she could feel him jerk every so often, and his arm that was not looped through hers continually checked his watch. Hyde knew why they were here, and it seemed he was getting anxious.
She patted his hand comfortingly and then seemed to realize what she had done and blinked in surprise simultaneously with Henry. They walked in silence for a while. Only stopping when they saw anything that might give them clues or information. It was slow going. They had to be politely inquisitive, but not nosy. That was left up to Allan and Tom.
Nemo was next to go. He talked briefly with Allan before going downstairs to fulfill his part of the mission. He settled himself comfortably in the smoke filled room to start up a conversation and ordered a round of drinks.
And hour later, it was time for the last party to go out and see what they could find. Allan headed the party and Tom followed behind. Skinner, of course, did not exist so he tried his hardest not to do anything that would give him away. Allan had been strict about keeping close. The thief was a bit grumpy after the talk he received. It wasn't as if the people would know what hit them anyway. He would apologize on bended knees to Allan if he ever collided with someone who dusted himself off and exclaimed he'd been hit by an invisible man. He had to agree that it might cause some panic if he was discovered, so he stuck to his method of keeping close to Sawyer. No one trailed too closely to someone carrying that much firepower about their person. Skinner was quite surprised to see that many did carry guns, and some fingered them almost as much as Tom did; or if not guns, then a hefty knife at the very least.
They asked around, usually keeping their questions discreet enough, but giving the feeling of boastful adventure seekers. Their ruse they carried of quite well was that they wanted to catch a glimpse of the monsters in the town nearby. The people they boasted to thought them harmless, foolish, irritating or all three.
About halfway through the day, it was apparent that they were actually getting somewhere. Many people reported that a number of men asked questions about the beast as well. The same sort of questions. More than a few had been Englishmen, and they seemed to know quite a bit about the creatures already. They split up at one point, the meeting point would be back at the inn in three hours. Tom and Skinner went together and Allan went alone.
There three hours were almost up when a man approached Tom with a friendly smile. "Hello there, sir." Tom nodded politely and smiled in greeting. It seemed that the man wanted to talk because he went right on after he introduced himself as Warren. "You look like a gentleman who likes his adventures, am I right?" Tom nodded, he was supposed to be after all. Going undercover was one thing his years in the secret service had taught him. "Why I am indeed sir, why do you ask?" He held out his hand to Warren and introduced himself as Jeric Athem. Warren shook the proffered hand then crossed his arms over his chest and adopted a relaxed stand, Tom leaned against the side of a brick building. "No reason in particular. I was just wondering if you had heard of a creature that's been in the papers lately?"
Tom's senses came to alert at his words. Nodding nonchalantly his tone carried the calm attitude of mild interest. "As a matter of fact I have. My father and I came to see if we could see anything about it. Speaking of which, do you know anything?" Tom knew it might be risky to ask such a thing, but the man obviously knew something. He was an Englishman and that coupled with his questions marked him as a suspect that needed to be watched.
"The man showed a smile that might have been more of a baring of teeth. "Nothing much, just catching rumors. How long have you been in town?"
Tom scuffed the ground with on booted foot, "Not long, about a day. So, have you hunted up any more rumors, we'd be very much obliged if you could tell us anything." Warren's smile tightened, "No, I haven't. But excuse me, I must take my leave now." They shook hands and parted. Tom walked a ways, before studying some items from a vendor. A minute or so later Skinner whispered into his ear, "Better go after 'im or we'll never get another chance." Tom took off at a swift though still casual walk, the man was just in sight. He, Warren that is, rounded a bend and disappeared into a foot trail leading into the jungle. Tom waiting until a group of people passed him by before he and Skinner darted down the trail after the man.
Lights flashed and Tom reeled as a heavy object smashed into the base of his skull. His vision was doubled, though when he was able to see a bit better he noticed that he was no longer alone. A circle of men stepped towards him hesitantly. He didn't understand why they were so cautious until a bullet ricocheted off a tree an inch from one mans face and it was for the first time that Tom realized he was holding both his colt pistols.
The unpleasant roiling in his stomach said that it might just expel itself any moment. Darkness came as another weighty object hit him again, though as he faded into unconsciousness, Tom was pleased he hear his pistols fire again and this time they did not strike a tree.
Skinner took off like one of tom's bullets when the Agent was struck. Disgust with himself wormed up as he ran, but he would do Tom no good if he got himself captured or killed. Still, Tom had needed him. No! Allan could help him a lot better than I could ever. Just keep running, find help. The thief berated himself as he ran, trying to doge people in the crowd and find the inn as fast as he was able. Allan would be at the inn by now, and Skinner prayed that Jekyll and Mina would be there too. Oh God, he was going to kill Tom if he got himself killed.
Allan had "introduced" himself to Nemo and was talking over drinks while Jekyll and Mina freshened up when the door to the inn burst open. Thankfully the inn keep muttered in heavily accented English that the wind was picking up. He must have seen his and Nemo's exchanged glances. Though both the hunter and Captain new the real reason for the doors unnatural activity.
A breathless voice whispered in Allan's ear, "Upstairs now!" Allan hastily excused himself to Nemo while directing with his eyes to meet him and the thief upstairs. Allan had hardly closed the door before Skinner spilled everything, "Tom's been taken. We asked our questions but we came up with more than one answer that led us to look for Englishmen asking the same questions as ours. One of those guy's found us and 'e and Tom talked for a bit but left quick like; you know, like someone who has somethin' to hide. Anyway, we followed 'im and then a bunch of the blokes jumped Tom and- and I left to get help." Allan stood, a dangerous glint in his eyes that made Skinner stepped away from him uneasily. "I'm sorry Allan, but I knew you could help him better than I could." The hunter nodded and sighed, "You did what was best Skinner. Come on, we need to get the others. Can you lead us to where he was taken?"
The thief nodded, then realized Allan couldn't see him and said, "Yes, I think so." Allan nodded grimly, "Don't think, just do it. Let's go." Allan rapped on Jekyll and Mina's door urgently. The door swung open and Jekyll looked out. "Allan, what are you doing?" The good doctor hiss under his breath at the hunter. "I think we found our men. Problem is that they have Tom. No time for questions." Jekyll stopped with his mouth half open and muttered, "One moment." Mina had heard and she pushed into the hall, "Is he injured, did they see hostile beyond capturing him. Skinner! I know you're here."
Skinner hesitated before speaking, Mina had a uncanny ability to know exactly where he was. He thought it might have something to do with her vampiric senses, no woman was that creepy all on her own. "Yeah, kinda. It might not have 'elped that Tom took out one of theirs. I'm not sure if 'e killed the guy, but I saw 'im go down. I'd take my chances and say they won't be too friendly to 'im." Skinner shivered when Mina looked right at him, he hated when she did that.
Out of need, each party waited a few minutes before following each other. Once they were outside, they gave up almost all pretenses of not being together. Skinner gave Allan direction and ran to keep up with the Hunters fast strides. The thief led them to the place where Tom had been taken. It was deserted now and the path narrowed until it was little more than a deer path. Skinner looked about in amazement, "They were 'ere, I promise, they went this way!" Allan held up a hand to stop Skinner's splutters, "They did go this way, there are tracks." Mina nodded and did not hesitate in following Allan into the dense jungle.
The hunter held his gun ready. He had a feeling that they might just find what they had been looking for soon, and he did not mean the men who had captured Sawyer. The trail grew wider after a few miles, it looked like it was well traveled. This must be where the men had been hiding, the problem was that they had been hiding. There was debris everywhere, scrap metal and other such things. Allan would wager his gun that the beast had been there.
Tom came to with a groan. He tried to lift a hand to his aching head, but he couldn't lift it. He tried again and only managed to wiggle his fingers. Slowly he opened his eyes, they watered from the light shining in the room. What had happened flooded back through his muddled thoughts so quickly it hurt. He looked about for any sign of Skinner. It seemed that he was alone in the room, but if the thief was unconscious…"Skinner?" The door opened in time to catch his word. "Skinner? Who is that? let's make it our first question." Tom spat on the floor and scowled for an answer and was back-handed for his trouble.
The agent squinted against the light and looked about him, taking in his surroundings. It was a shabby, brick building with no windows. There were crates and supplies stacked against the walls and Tom took up almost all the available space. Well, it was a good thing to know that they had to torture a captive in their store room, it meant they did not usually torment people. Tom became aware that the man was talking to him and he had to think a moment before his words came to him, "Who are you?" Tom got a good look at the man, it was Warren. "I told you my name already, when we met. It's Jeric, Jeric Athem." Warren paced in front of the chair Tom was tied to. "Maybe you're lying, and maybe you aren't. But you obviously know something of the rumors circulating and that they aren't gossip. Who sent you?" Tom's head reeled and throbbed. He shut his eyes against the light and mumbled, "I wasn't sent, my father and I just wanted to see what we could find about the local stories. It seemed interesting."
Tom's head snapped to the side for a second time as he was once again back-handed. Licking blood from a split lip, Tom turned away from the man's onslaught. "You're lying!" Warren shouted, his face going red with anger. The man sighed, obviously trying to control his temper. "No matter." He paced a few more times, it was a short pace, only two steps each way. "You know what we have. Or rather what he had, I know you do." Warren's eyes pierced his own, they strangely held no hint of cruelty only cold reason. "You must know who we are by now?" Tom shook his head and Warren seemed genuinely surprised, "No? But you must. We were warned against you." The agent's eyes widened, "Warned against me? Why?"
Warren bit his lip and his eyes turned their gaze inward, looking like Jekyll when he was talking with Hyde. "When we bought the-the Serum…" He glanced at Tom who didn't show any sign of responding, but Warren didn't seem to care. "The men who sold them to us said that if we bought the Serum then we must lend them that which we bought and they…" He cleared his throat, "they described a group of people, one of which looks remarkably like you. And there was also a few other…distinctive…individuals that they mentioned to us. Your mention of someone named…Skinner was it?" Warren's smile was sad as he addressed Tom. "I'm really a nice guy, but my work comes before anything, they asked of us one last thing. If any of those individuals came calling, they needed to die." Tom gulped as Warren smiled sadly and left the room.
Sawyer Fan: Oh yeah, I couldn't kill of Allan, I like him way too much to wait until the sequel comes out and sadly I don't care much for the graphic novels. There is much father/son coming, I can't see Allan as anything else but a father figure.
Faust: Thankee very much, I hope that I have a good mixture of everything. The sad thing is that I absolutely love angst, but I don't think I'm the best at writing it. I try, then I get all sad for the people I'm torturing and it eventually turns out humorously or in a friendshipy moment that hopefully makes you go "awwwww, that's nice."
Silent Bob 546: Sorry, didn't mean to steal any ideas. Put yours out too, I'd love to read it. Yeah, I think it is going to be slightly romantic between Mina and Jekyll. I never could see her with Tom. No offence to people who do, but I just can't see Mina cuddling up to our favorite little agent. I've never really written a romance and I try to avoid extreme romance fics, so there's only going to be enough so that you know it's there.
Cecily Marla Smith: Thankee very much, I do so love Tom and Skinner mischief and I've always thought of them as really close, even though they weren't in the movie. For some reason, I also have an attachment to Jekyll too, but I think it's because he looks so defenseless and twitchy. Your compliment makes me giggle and blush, thanks and I hope you like the rest of it.
TBC...