My muse has been kind enough to explain what's going to with Matt so the bits in Italics are what happened and then it continues into what he's doing while the others are preparing for the wedding :P If my muse carries on the way they are then I may just have the next chapter up in the next 12-24 hours :D :D :D Excuse mistakes and all that :D :D I only own the plot and the twisted minds of my OCs and possibly the second 'ARC' and maybe other 'future settings' (Someone's going to jump through an anomaly, I'm not saying who though), everything else related to Primeval does not belong to me :D :D :D :D
Enjoy :D
"Bloody hell Connor! Keep your head still!" Jess growled as the husband-to-be moved his head back and forth to follow Becker as he pace the room with his cell phone in his hand.
"It's so weird though..." he replied quietly, managing to hold his head still while Jess styled his hair. It just wasn't natural. He must have fallen asleep because there was no way he could be seeing what he was seeing.
"What's weird?" Jess asked distractedly.
"You got him to wear white, Jess" Connor grinned, looking up at her as she styled the front of his hair. He didn't miss the slight pink colour her cheeks had turned as she stepped back to look at what she'd done so far.
She glanced over at Becker momentarily, her eye's skimming over the light, loose fitting cotton shirt and the chocolate brown pants that matched perfectly with her dress. She frowned "That's not white Connor. It's a light beige."
He laughed lightly. "It's not black though, that's all that counts." Connor's eyes followed Becker around the room, watching him dial Matt's number for the tenth time in the last hour. Jess followed his gaze and watched him pace with the phone glued to his ear.
After five minutes of constant ringing, Becker angrily pressed the disconnect button and frowned.
Jess unwrapped the towel from around Connor's shoulders and looked back at Becker. "No luck?"
He sat himself down on the sofa and sighed. "It just keeps ringing. Idiot probably has it on silent!"
"Keep trying then. I'm sure he'll answer it eventually. Connor go get changed, yeah? I'm going to go check on Abby and Emily for a couple of minutes. You two think you can keep from ripping each others throats out until I get back?"
Becker grumbled something under his breath as he dialed Matt's number again and Jess rolled her eyes.
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Abby watched Emily's reflection in the mirror as she pace back and forth behind her, the tiny bottles of alcohol slowly disappearing into her hand.
"He'll be fine Emily. He knows how to take care of himself." she said calmly as the kind Bahamian lady got to work curling her hair.
Emily stopped pacing and looked at Abby. "He would have called or told someone where he was going Abby. This isn't like Matt to just disappear like this!"
There was a quiet knock on the door before Jess slipped into the room with a smile on her face. "How's everyone doing..." her energetic voice trailed off as she took in Abby's frown and Emily on the verge of a panic attack. Time to do damage control she sighed and turned to Abby first. "You, concentrate on yourself. Think calm, happy thoughts. Frowning like that will ruin your makeup! You, sit!" She turned to Emily and pulled up another seat and gestured towards it.
Emily sat down obediently. Jess caught sight of the tequila bottle in her hand and growled under her breath. "Give me that! You don't need any more alcohol in your system!"
"Something's happened to him Jess, I just know it!"
"Matt's going to be fine." Jess replied calmly, rolling out her cosmetics kit and leaning forward to start on Emily's make up.
Emily shook her head, tears brimming underneath her eyes. "He could be hurt somewhere, waiting for us to help him, or someone could have kidnapped him! What if Andy's done something to him?"
"Emily please, just try to calm down. Matt's going to be-"
"Stop saying he's going to be fine Jess! Does no one else care that Matt could be dead-
Everyone jumped as Jess slammed her hands down on the armrests of the chair Emily was in. "Matt has not been kidnapped Emily! Matt is not dead! Matt is going to be fine! You are fine! We're all going to be fine! Becker's trying to contact him as we speak so stop thinking negative! Today is suppose to be a happy. We're only allowed to be happy! Now would you just stay still so I can do your make up!"
They all stared at her, stunned speechless. None of them had seen Jess so worked up before. It wasn't until Jess took in Emily's wide-eyed expression and looked around at the others that she begun to blush. Seconds later, they all burst into a round of laughter, Jess herself letting out a few quiet giggles as she got to work on Emily's make up.
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Matt wandered around the 'ARC' silently. The place was fairly similar to the one in London. The locking mechanisms were different in the way that they didn't need bio-tags to get into the labs but the security was similar, except for the extra number of men that guarded the entrances and various areas in the building. He had also discovered a rooftop entrance that was only guarded by two men, something the original ARC didn't have.
Nothing struck out as being out of place besides from one highly guarded section of the building near the south corridors. He had tried to get closer in an attempt at seeing what was going on, but he was just ordered to leave the 'classified' area.
Matt froze suddenly when he heard shouting coming from the center of the 'ARC'. Something was going down. The shouting seemed to be mixed with panicked screamed and he found his feet carrying himself towards the voices before his mind had a chance to process everything.
He was preparing himself for the worst as he re-entered the main operations room but what he saw still made his heart lurch in his chest.
"You know the rules Sarah! And you know what happens to those who disobey those rules!" One of the guards hissed at the young field co-ordinator, lifting her up out of the chair.
"No! Please! I didn't mean to! Please don't!" she cried, trying her best to plead with the guard.
Matt slowly made his way forward into the room, not sure about what was going on. This wasn't right. The 'ARC' shouldn't be treating it's employees this way.
The guard slapped the girl across the cheek with extreme force and she hissed, her cheek burning hot red before darkening to a dull purple. Matt rushed forward. "What the hell is going on here?"
He froze when the guards surrounding the room all stepped forward and aimed their guns at him. No EMD's Matt noticed instantly. Get shot here and you die. He raised his hands in defense. "I'm new here mate. I just want to know what's going on..."
His eye's narrowed when the guard gripped the young girls arm tighter, making her cry out. "This does not concern you Mr Anderson."
"Mate come on. What could she have possibly done that deserves the treatment you're giving her? Just let her go" For a quick moment his eyes locked on the girl's and a wave of familiarity washed over him. Where have I seen you before?
"Mr Anderson, we advise you to leave this room immediately or we will be required to use force."
One of the guard nearest him, one who looked identical to the guard holding onto the girl, gripped Matts arm and he glared at him. "Let me go"
"Matt, please! Just go. Don't cause trou-" the girl begged.
"You do not have the right to speak!" the main guard growled, slamming his elbow into the girls temple. She slumped forward and the guard quickly lifted her unconscious body over his shoulder.
"Let her go!" Matt growled, stepping forward subconsciously. Two guards gripped onto his arms and pulled him back a few steps.
The main guard glanced up to the balcony above them and raise his brows, waiting for someone to give the answer to an unspoken question. Matt followed his gaze and spotted Amy leaning on the railing with a smile on her face. She nodded and the main guard looked back at Matt. "You are no longer authorised to be in this building Mr Anderson. Take him to cell block B while I take care of this."
Matt's eyes widened as the guards began pulling him backwards. He struggled. "What's going on? Let go of me!"
His eyes settled briefly on the screens of the ADD as he struggled against the arms dragging him back. There was CCTV footage still rolling on one of the big screens.
He only managed to catch a small glimpse of a small brunette girl in the middle of the screen before a force hit the back of his head, plunging him into darkness.
Matt's head throbbed as he began to come to again. The events of just hours before were slowly catching up with him as he tried to get a look at his surroundings.
The room was dark and eerie as he slowly rose to his feet and glanced around. He didn't remember being placed in this room. He only remembered seeing a small girl curled up in the middle of a plain white room.
A shiver ran down his spine as his eyes slowly grew accustom to the lack of light. It took him only a matter of seconds to begin searching blindly for a way out.
He ran to the only source of light. The door. He quickly tried the handle first before finding that pointless and slamming his shoulder into the hard metal.
He hissed as a dull pain rattled through his shoulders. He glanced out of the small window and frowned when his eyes focused on the ARC logo.
"This is not the ARC!" he growled, slamming his palms against the door and turning around to assess the room further.
The walls felt rough around him. A layer seemed to crumble to dust against his fingers much like that of an acoustic finish builders occasionally used for ceilings. He ran his hand over the rough texture, scratching off the surface and revealed concrete walls beneath. No exit that way mate.
He squinted towards the middle of the room, noticing a faint circle surrounding two smaller circles in the middle of the room. It looked very much like a bulls-eye target.
He was was blinded suddenly when light shone down between the middle of the bulls-eye and a spot on the ceiling.
A figure appeared suddenly and his breath caught.
"Emily!" he moved forward an inche but froze, seeing the figure flicker. She wasn't real. She was no where near this place. She was safe back at the hotel with the others. They're just trying to trick you he kept telling himself as the figure begun to scream in pain, begging him to help her.
He turned away from the hologram, making his way over to the door again.
"Matt? Matt please! Don't you love me? Help me!"
"You're not real!" he screamed at the hologram. "Let me out!"
The hologram disappeared suddenly and Matt let out a sigh of relief sliding down the door and closing his eyes, trying to erase the fake images. He had no idea how long he'd been in the room but he was sure the lack of sleep and the darkness was beginning to take a toll on him.
"Someone... anyone... help me." he hummed under his breath.
"Matt..."
His eyes shot open suddenly and he scrambled to his feet, staring at the new hologram in front of him. It couldn't be possible though. He had seen her die in his arms. She wasn't real. But just the image of her had him frozen. "Eva."
"You have to escape." she whispered.
He frowned. "How?" it was probably a trap but if it got him out of this room, he'd do whatever he was told. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing Emily get tortured again, even if it was just a hologram.
The hologram brightened, illuminating the room enough for Matt to see every corner. The hologram pointed towards a square in the wall and smiled. "Escape."
Matt ran to the ventilation shaft and laughed to himself. "Thank you." he looked over his shoulder just in time to see the hologram's smile widen then she disappeared, leaving the room dark again.
Matt, blindly got to work at removing the cover of the vent and pulled himself up, grinning to himself as he begun to crawl through the small space.
A scream suddenly echoed around him and he froze momentarily, before he silently crawled over to the nearest opening and peered down into the room, spotting a couple of guards dressed in all black uniforms.
"She really is her mother's daughter, isn't she? Got a powerful set of lungs that one! I'm surprised her daddy hasn't come to save her yet." one of guards said with a grin.
The second guard laughed. "You should know by now! He never goes through an anomaly... even if his own flesh and blood is in danger, he'd stick back like a good little soldier boy!"
The guards both laughed.
"No! Please! Don't!" there was another scream and Matt continued to crawl silently, following the screams until he was right above them.
He glared down into the room, noticing the young field co-ordinator kneeling on the smooth metal floor with her hands secured firmly behind her back and blood trickling down the side of her face.
The guard let out a long dark chuckle and kneeled in front of the girl. He lifted the small pistol in his hand to gently brush a stray lock of brown hair away from her face, making her cringe. "I'm going to ask again and I want the truth this time. Why did you have that footage open?"
"I told you! It opened up while I was keeping an eye on Matt! I was told to watch him!"
The guard sighed. "I don't enjoy this Sarah but if you continued to lie to us..."
"I'm not lying! If they didn't keep Charlotte locked up like they do, I wouldn't have the CCTV footage open!"
The guard jerked her head up and for a split second her eyes connected with Matt's and she laughed just before the guard pistol whipped her across the face and her head lolled forward against her chest.
I'm going to leave it there for now...
I have a twist ready for this story but that won't come up until later :D :D :D :D