Chapter 10
ROCKFORD ISLANDS…
It was cold for him, horribly cold. It seemed like no matter what he did there was nothing he could do to make himself warmer. Darkness consumed the entire the cell that he had been placed in, his eyes hurt from trying to constantly adjust to the various levels of lighting they had put the room through day to day. His entire body was numb and he could no longer feel the pain that had been the result of various testing.
The days had been lost to him as well, and time ha! What time? There was no way of indicating whether it was day or night. Only that every few hours the tiny door would open and they would shove a plate into the cell. Although judging by the small movement inside his stomach, they hadn't given him anything for a while now. He rubbed his bare feet on the ground, still cold and hard. He wish to god that he could fall asleep, anything to take him away from this god forsaken place. He could still smell the blood that caked the soles of his feet, as well as his arms. His fingers skimmed over his bare stomach down to his abs where he could feel the many bruises and open wounds that were desperately trying to heal themselves. The emptiness was threatening to overwhelm him, drown him.
Why the hell had he bothered to get out of work that day was beyond him. But he wished with all his broken heart that he had gone with her, maybe he could have warned the others… warn her.
It was too late now though. He had no idea as to whether or not that she was safe, as she had mentioned weeks ago. He was terrified that she had gotten caught. As bad as things had gotten for him he prayed that she was alive somewhere out there. Fighting the demons within that would soon surface.
Outside the cell is a large white room; there is a two-way mirror that lets the doctors see into the cell. The young man can be seen cowering in the corner. On this side of the room are several computer consoles
monitoring his vitals, as well as other things.
One woman stands out in dark clothing, Agent Mora with a sadistic grin on her face, eyes cold as the first winters snow. Standing besides her timidly is Mr. Javier, dressed in dark jeans and a dark blue long sleeve shirt. "How is our new captive handling his treatments?" she asked the middle-aged doctor to her left.
"Extremely well Ms. Mora considering his conditions."
"Good, nicely done. Now leave me to him I would like to have a talk to our new bait."
"Yes Mm."
A portion of the plane white wall shimmers and there is now a door in place. It opens letting in the light to the dingy cell. We can see that there are a few blankets on the far side, a low bench, and a small basketball.
(Their idea of entertainment). The figure cowering in the corner now shifts, tensing up in a tight ball.
"Well, well, well looks like all that running did you no good." she says crouching down to his level, but never more than a few feet away from him. "Oh come now how is that any way to greet an old friend?"
The young man uncurls himself and looks at her for the first time. "Good boy, now how about we play a little game. It's relatively easy. All you have to do is be as honest as you can. Ok?"
He shifted further into the corner away from the bright yellow light that had spilled into the other side of the room. "I'll take that as a yes. So first off tell me why did you run from my people?"
"Guns…" his voice was horse from hours of screaming.
"Excuse me?"
"They had… guns."
"Alright. How did you get out of my security?"
"Waited… guards… shift change."
"Simple."
"Now about your friend, she has been quite difficult for my people to find. Why is that?"
"Doesn't… like… new people."
"Do you know where she is?"
"No… no."
"Do you know that right now she is in the hands of the most disassociate people I've ever known. She's not doing so well either kiddo. She's dying."
"It's… a lie."
"Oh now why would I do that to you? You've obviously been through enough these past few weeks."
A few weeks? Weeks he thinks it's only been a few weeks? Felt like a hell of a lot longer than that.
"So where do you suppose her location is? You do know that if we don't get to her, she's going to dye."
"Already… dying… wouldn't matter."
"Well than would it matter if I told you her near and dear friends was awfully sick as well."
"Don't know em'… wouldn't care."
"How about if we ask your pretty blond friend, she if she cares."
The meek young man lunged at her or at least tried to the poor guy wound up face down on the floor. He groaned as the pain came back at a ten fold. "Young man, do not fuck with me today. Now tell me Cody Madison's location, and you will be set free."
"Can't help… don't know…" he says between gasp of breathes.
"Fine than, I will see you later on." she growls and walks out of the room, but not before grabbing his arm and digging her nails into the open wounds. He bites back a scream knowing that if he lets it out, it would only make the pain worse.
"You're a strong one kid. But so am I." she says dropping him and walking out of the room.
Mora walks over to the sink and turns the water on full blast. "I have been injecting him everyday this week for two hours each day. Why isn't he being infected?" she asked calmly to the doctors.
"His DNA seems to prevent him from accepting the venom at the rate you inject him. It is however slowing his immune system down."
"Good. Javier, results please."
"He was telling the truth the whole time."
Mora turns to the light hair pscionic. "Well give him a little more time, we'll up the ante and get in contact. Tell little Ms. Madison about her little friend. See how cooperative she is than."
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Sanctuary…
The sound of a machine beeping away echoes through out the entire med-lab, this and the sound of light breathing are the only things that can be heard. Cody Madison is laying on one of the medical beds, dressed in black Lycra shorts, a black tank top. Eyes closed, hands on her sides. To the casual observer she is merely sleeping, to those who had seen witnessed the phasing event know better. Sitting besides her is the dark haired mutant watching her silently, waiting for any sign of consciousness. He's been sitting there for the past two weeks, on and off again. Occasionally trading shifts with the other members of his make shift family, Shalimar, Emma, and Adam.
There implanted at the base of her neck was a sub-dermal governor. Brennan stares at the god awful object that had been injected into her, he wouldn't wish it on any mutant, but it had been placed there for her safety as well as there's.
Two weeks ago she had been sitting in the chair being scanned, all of a sudden she had begin to change, and phase before their very eyes. At the same time flames had leaked out of her fingers. Each time she became solid flames would drip from her fingers and onto the lab floor. The flames would have consumed most of the lab had it not been for Adam's quick thinking. They had put out the fire and tried to get her to a stable form. That proved to be difficult because the closer anyone came to her the more she faded. Until
Brennan had to shield her in an electrical energy field, and that was not even close to as nice as it sounds.
Than Adam tagged her so to speak, she started convulsing and everything in the lab seemed to have levitated, talk about buggin' out. Emma tried to get her to calm down, some how that too had failed especially when she tried to manipulate the girls' emotions to make her calm. It backfired horribly it was like watching a basket ball bounce off the back board and beaming you in the head, Emma's emotions being the basket ball of course. Poor girl was knocked unconscious for hours.
Brennan looked across the room at the other sleeping form in the room, all curled up on the cot. Jesse.
No, he hadn't been injured in any way shape or form… well unless you count his heart. The kid had never left her side through out it all. Never left the room unless it was absolutely necessary, he hadn't eaten the first three days. Shalimar even threatened him, after hours of arguing she had given in and just brought him a sandwich that had been barely touched. He was hurting big time, and none of them could figure out why…
Well that's not the total truth. Brennan suspected Jesse felt guilty, whether it was because of the fight Jesse had had with Cody before this whole mess or because they had found out hours after she had been sedated that it had been Jesse's own DNA that caused her current state of being. The Ability Inducers as she had called it, had been meant for someone else all right, they had been meant for Jesse. Up on the roof they had been aiming for the kid the whole time. Just so happened that they had missed and gotten her instead.
For two weeks the Molecular had never once left her side. Even when the others assured him that he would be the first they came to, when she awakens. He didn't budge, so they opted for letting him sleep in the same room.
All this had happened two weeks ago, and there had been no sign of the bounty hunters or the GSA agents. It was extremely quite and it bugged the hell out of Brennan. Light footsteps make him look up from his seat; Shalimar had walked in still in her sleepwear. She gave him a tiny smile and stood over Jesse; leaning over him she planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled the covers over him. Shalimar than made her way over to Brennan. "Any change?" she whispered so as not to wake the younger mutant.
"Nothing."
"This is not good."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Adam say's he found a way to separate alienate the foreign DNA from her system."
"Oh yeah."
"He's working on the serum as we speak."
"Thank god took him long enough."
"Yeah well you know Adam, no sleep for the good doctor." she glanced over at Jesse. "What about him?"
"Come on Shal, you know he hasn't made a move all day. He just sits there or sleeps."
"I wish there was something we could do for him, I hate not being able to…"
"I know, me too."
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Roswell, New Mexico Crash down diner 9pm same night…
"I just can't believe he would take off like that, it isn't like him." The 20 something year old brunette said as she put the last of the dishes away. Her bright green uniform standing out in the dimly lit diner.
"Come one he did say he needed a vacation, so what if he just packed up and left?" Her blond friend replied as a matter of fact. "Besides its not like he hasn't done it before."
"Evening ladies." the light haired young man said as he entered the diner.
"Hey Kyle."
"Liz, Maria. What's the topic for tonight?"
"Oh only the third or fourth disappearances of our lonely friend."
"Aw yes he left a letter for yah Liz." Kyle pulled out an envelope.
"Wow how generous of him. Sure it isn't for Maria."
"It's addressed to all of us, but mainly to you."
"We should wait for the others to arrive, two birds one stone and all." Liz said eying the envelope, than placed it on underneath the counter. "Alright, but Is said she was going to be a little late, Jesse's on some kick about being worried." Kyle took a seat at the counter.
"Oh yeah what about?" Maria called over her shoulders as she walked into the kitchen with a large tray of dishes.
"Not too sure but they said it was something important enough for Jesse to drive back down here from Boston. Isabelle said something really shook him up."
Liz glanced at Maria. "Did he say about what?"
"No, said he wanted to wait until everyone was together."
"Hope everything is alright." Liz said.
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A/N: Hope this chapter wasn't too much of a disappointment. By the way can anybody tell me the date that the episode known as 'A Breed Apart' originally aired? Does anyone out there know? If so please e-mail me or put it in the review.
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