:nervously peeks around a corner: Hey guys…REALLY sorry about the long wait, a combination of family problems, school projects, exams, and computer problems (as in my computer died :sniff sniff: and therefore I didn't have one) made this a way overdue update…but enough of my excuses…
I'm just gonna go start working on the next chapter so you don't have to wait for it…:backs away slowly: ENJOY!
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Let's get on with the chapter, shall we?
Nevair
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Alan Tracy was angry. Now, if you asked any one of his brothers they would say this was a common occurrence, as he was often found (or heard as the case may be) arguing rather exuberantly with his father many a time. However, this was a little different. Alan was pissed; with good reason too. In the last day he had been kidnapped along with his athletics class, injected with a serum that did god-knows-what to him, his family was currently trapped in the same place that had given him the serum and were at this very moment being held at gunpoint to ensure his cooperation on a mission for the same bastards that had done this to him. All in all, it had been a very trying day, and still seemed to be going downhill. The mission was simple; that was fine with him. Get in, grab the target, get out, and everything would be fine and dandy. Or at least he would be able to get some sleep, right now even that could make this day-from-hell slightly better.
But no, he had to lead a group of five other whatever-the-hell-he-was to get this job done, and one of them was just asking for a beating. Who knew a single person could make so much noise!
"Hey! You sure this is the right way?" He wasn't even whispering for god's sake! Alan clenched his fists and wheeled around to face the idiot that could possibly be responsible for his family's death if he screwed up this job for him. The boy stopped in his tracks as he faced his angry leader. Though, obviously, he was too stupid to realize just how angry said leader may be. Antagonizing Alan at this point was practically suicide.
"I said, 'are you sure this is the right way?' I can't see any sign of the guy we're supposed to be after. Way to go, 'leader', got us lost already." Oh, that boy was dead. The other four that were on Alan's team stopped to face their leader and the idiot who just didn't know when to shut up. In his head, Alan was counting to ten trying to get his hyped up new instincts to calm down while still refusing to answer the boy.
"What's the matter, you too stupid to even talk? How the hell were you supposed to lead us?" Sneering with disdain, he never even saw the hit coming.
WHAM
A body impacted his and he was suddenly staring into frigid blue eyes that were less than an inch from his face, a strong arm gripping the cloth of his shirt tightly while it pressed against his throat, restricting all air.
" If you so much as breathe too loudly after I release you, I swear you will never breathe again." Alan hissed into the terrified face before him. His instincts were out of control; he wanted to rip into something, anything, to let out some of the anger that had been suffocating him since he had seen his imprisoned family. Having to do this job was bad enough, taking orders from a psychopath was bad enough, and he did not have to deal with this fool on top of all of that.
"You are going to stay here, and not even so much as blink, and the rest of us will go on ahead to the target. You will keep an eye out and guard our backs, though I doubt you can even do that. Lidia will stay with you, on orders to kill you if you move from this spot, understood?" At the barely perceptible nod that might very well just have been from the shaking of his body, Alan continued in his whispered commands, low enough that the others couldn't even hear them for all of their heightened hearing. " When we come back, I will give you orders, and you will follow them just as you will follow these, with no complaints or questions. Understood? Perfect." Releasing his captive, Alan turned around to the rest of his team and signaled that they should move on, with Lidia staying behind to watch over the idiot.
The house was silent, but all four of the Chimeras could sense that there were others beside themselves there. The job was simple, enter the house undetected, incapacitate all occupants, and leave with the key in one of the occupant's possession, also undetected. No casualties, no sign that they had been there at all except for the obvious missing key and the knocked out people.
Hearing movement in the room on the other side of a tall wooden door, Alan used hand-signals to tell his team to halt. Listening, he could hear about four heartbeats, and the occasional footsteps of one of them pacing. He sounded heavy, big; most definitely larger than any of the teens, but it wouldn't be a problem. Of that he was sure. A few more hand movements later and two of the Chimeras were hidden so well in the shadows on either side of the door you wouldn't be able to see them if you didn't know they were there. Alan and the last remaining Chimera, his friend Bret from Wharton Academy, prepared to enter the room. Bret pivoted on his foot, facing the door at an angle as he lifted his leg and kicked out sharply.
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The splintering door was the only warning the men had as two people immediately attacked them. The first two closest to the door fell before they even registered what was happening. There were three men left, and the all reacted instantly, reaching for their guns holstered at their belts or, in one man's case, already sitting in their hand. As the other two Chimeras entered, the two sides faced each other; one totally shocked at the young age of their attackers and the other waiting for the others to react first, to make the fight slightly more fair of course.
Alan grinned; he could take out his frustrations here easily enough. In the back of his mind he realized he was acting nothing like he should be in this sort of situation, that he shouldn't be happy about fighting or terrifying people (though that kid had been asking for it, really) but that voice seemed to have gotten quieter and quieter as the day wore on. Now only a whisper in his mind and barely worth his attention anymore; there were better things to think about now.
Bullets ricocheted off the floors and walls as the Chimeras dodged and struck, moving far too fast for them to be hit. Alan was still smiling as he kicked and punched, parried and twisted around the other man. He kept his hits strictly away from the others head to avoid knocking him unconscious for as long as possible. Only when the others had defeated the last two men and already found and retrieved the key they were after did he duck under a blow aimed at his head, coming in under the other's guard and way too close for him to dodge as he struck a blow straight to his temple, checking his strength so as not to kill the man.
"Well done, let's get out of here. Mission complete." Alan nodded in satisfaction at their success as he led his Chimeras out of the room, stepping carefully around the fallen bodies, through the silent house, and out into the dark, cold night where they disappeared like so much shadow and mist.
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Mikal smirked at his guests where they sat, glaring at him, on the hard wood floor of his complex. He turned back to the split screens on the wall opposite the prisoners that showed the feed from the cameras in the house they had set up for this little test. His soldiers had done well, though that one would have to be looked at closely; soldiers who couldn't follow orders were dead soldiers.
But oh, had his new lieutenant done well. He would do well, and had proved that others were willing to follow him with this successful mission.
"I have to thank you for your help in ensuring his cooperation." Mikal turned off the camera feed and looked back at the six men silhouetted by the window. "He will make an excellent soldier, one of my best, I'm sure. My perfect soldier, and he will answer to no one but me." He finished possessively. A mocking wave to the growling men and he walked out the door with a satisfied smile on his face, thinking of all 'his soldier' would do for him, how useful he would be in training the others and creating the perfect army.
Ah, yes. Things were going perfectly, nothing could possibly stop this program now, not with how much success they were sure to have when they finally started using the Chimeras in the real world. They wouldn't know what hit them.
And oh, how the mighty would fall.
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:D NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP IN A FEW DAYS! I'm typing it as you read this, sorry it's short but I wanted something posted as soon as possible. Your reviews keep me going, and I read and take into account every single one of them. You know what that means…
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