Rocky HEROES Show
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters, just playing with Richard O'Brien's and Tim Kring's toys. All plot and lyrics by ROB, while characters replaced in the story are Kring's.
A/N - Your favorite Heroes transplanted to the quaint little town of Denton, OH. Yay Denton! The Home of Happiness!
Wait, no...not Denton...
Chapter 2 - The 'O' in Odessa
Having finished his crooning, Suresh pushed Adam back against the wall under the gallery and started to draw him closer when a loud beeping erupted from one of the consoles on the wall.
"What? Who?" Suresh demanded, annoyed that someone had interrupted him.
The answer came from the nubile waif, Daphne. "MATTY!"
Neither Peter, Elle, nor the assembled observers expected what came next. The wall began to separate and open. Peter had noticed the wall had been metal, but assumed it was merely more controls for the experiment they had just witnessed. In truth, what lay behind the opening wall was a crucial piece of the experiment, but neither Peter nor Elle had any idea how crucial.
As the wall opened, they could hear a large motor revving. Peter thought it sounded like a chainsaw, especially when he saw there was a sheet of ice standing behind the revealed doors. No, it was too large to be a chainsaw, it was-
The engine revved again and those on the floor had to scatter as ice flew everywhere. A large motorcycle burst through, carrying a hulking shape astride it.
Noah smiled down at Angela. "The delivery boy."
"His delivery wasn't good enough, was it?" she mused.
The motorcycle was a former police Harley Davidson Road King. The large man stopped it after emerging, throwing off his frozen shades and cracked and repainted police issue helmet, revealing a friendly face with short-cropped, bristly black hair, just long enough to need a comb. There was a large red gash across his forehead just below the hairline. He wore old jeans, seemingly about to burst at all the seams, a leather vest bearing an Odessa police badge over a black t-shirt reading "AC/DC", and black leather police issue boots. Around his neck was a thick black leather dog collar, studded with small spikes, which had a chain attached to it, looped around his neck. He wore similar straps on his wrists with a matching belt, as a pair of handcuffs hung on either hip, attached to his belt loops.
Peter thought he looked vaguely familiar from someplace, but his immediate concern was if he needed medical assistance for that head wound. Elle gave him a smile, impressed with the handsome face she knew better than Peter would ever suspect.
"MATTY!" Daphne cried again and ran to his side.
"Woo!" he shouted, shaking the melting frost off, dismounting, and taking a quick survey of those around him. Peter could see something was strapped to his back, but couldn't make it out.
The observers were frozen in shock at the intruder. Mohinder Suresh looked particularly annoyed at him.
"Whatever happened to Saturday night?" Matt Park inquired of the assembled while leaning against the bike once he dismounted. He ran his thick hands up even thicker arms, as if trying to warm the muscles. Peter caught a glimpse of ornate metal on several fingers as well as some writing on his knuckles.
Matt didn't even pause for an answer as he continued. "When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright. I haven't been the same since cosmic light came into my life, I thought I was divine!" He gave the adonis, Adam, an unimpressed once over, then ignoring Suresh, before turning his attention to Daphne. He twirled her around and set her on the bike seat as he continued his ditty.
Watching the man move around, Peter noticed the back of his vest was emblazoned a golden sun with spiked scarlet rays, above which, was a string of spent bullet casings spelling out "Bad Boy". He realized he recognized the vest from Dr. Park's house. In fact, he had seen this man's photo there, as well, albeit as a clean cut member of the Odessa Mounted Police. He wondered how the educated man's son (or was it nephew?), Officer Matt Park, had become this rough and tumble biker.
Meanwhile, Matt sang on, "I used to run around with any chick who'd go, and rock along to the music on the radio. Brian May's six string was shredding on a rock and roll show, then we'd climb in the backseat and had a really good time!" Daphne was pawing at him as he sang, pulling his left hand over her petite breasts when he tried to turn around to Elle, then licking and sucking his still ice-chilled fingers into her mouth. He turned back to her and gave her a wild smile.
He pulled her off the bike and danced with her a moment before he swung the Gibson guitar strapped to his back around and began wailing on it, singing "Hot Patootie, Bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll!" several times over. The observers began dancing, including Noah and Angela's hinky arm copulations, while Suresh grew more enraged. Elle began grooving to the music, but stopped when Peter nudged her.
Daphne came back up to him after quickly hitting some switch that continued the music. He swung the guitar down and began dancing and grinding into her, the axe bobbing suggestively alongside, before Elle caught his eye again.
Peter was finally close enough to read what he had tattooed on his knuckles amidst the various rings. The right hand bore "MIND", while the left read "FUCK". He gasped at seeing the foul language as Matt shoved his axe into him with a wink of his chocolate brown eyes.
"My head used to stir from the perfume I smelled," Matt told Elle, who shivered as he approached, only to pass them by to Daphne. "My hands kind of trembled on her wide leather belts. I'd taste her wild strawberry lipstick and that's when I'd melt. Then she'd whisper in my ear that tonight she was really all mine!"
Peter got the impression there was something going on between the two of them as the husky man turned back to his own sweetheart, eyeing her up and down.
"Get back up front and get some Jack Daniels on, as Michael Hutchence was singing his very last song. With your arms around your girl, you try to sing along. It felt pretty good, whoo! We really had a good time!"
Elle jumped at the "whoo!" as he said it practically in her face, causing Peter to give him a dirty look. Matt ignored him, turning back to Daphne, picking her up and letting her wrap herself around his hips and bouncing her as he sang "Hot Patootie Bless my soul! I really love that rock and roll!" over again and again. He then pulled her up and she tucked her legs together as he slid her between his own thick trunks. He then set her down on the floor, practically dropped down onto her and began making out.
An embarrassed Peter noticed the man didn't seem to be wearing any undershorts, but there was a leather strap from somewhere under his shirt down between his cheeks. Peter didn't even want to imagine what that was all about.
Matt then reared up, flailing, but Daphne grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled him back down on top of her.
Amid the chaos of dancing and singing, no one noticed Noah and Angela sneak into the deep freeze Matt had been previously trapped in. No one except Mohinder, who also took note that Adam was bopping to the music along with the observers from the gallery deck. He knew he had to do something to stop this nonsense. After all, if he let these two newcomers out, they could spoil his entire operations. He grabbed Adam and pushed him into the lift cage, slamming the door.
Matt caught sight of this while rolling around on the floor with Daphne. He knew he was next and quickly rolled her off him and jumped onto his bike, revving it before taking off for the exit. He soon realized the same problem Adam had in his attempt to escape: there was no way out. He decided to cause a little trouble and roared his hog up across the gallery.
The various partiers made way, jumping over the railing and holding on for dear life if they didn't try to outrun him. He even noticed a small dog yapping at his heels, trying to bite the bike. He thought he was going to run over one funny little man, as he stood there, seemingly bracing for impact, but he disappeared before Matt ran him down.
On his second pass, he saw someone clinging to the statue on one end so frightened by him, Matt thought they pulled the head clean off, only to realize it had disappeared. Coming down the ramp the second time, he saw Noah and Angela emerge stumbling from the freezer before he almost ran them down. They managed to grab tight to either door he had pushed open to save themselves. A third figure emerged right as he passed by. The music suddenly died.
Knowing he couldn't escape on his hog, he parked it by Daphne and reached out to her, pulling her close. As he did, he saw Suresh stalk towards him on one side, holding something behind his back. On the other, the tall, dark, and silent man he had seen in the castle on occasion. Any other fact Matt remembered about him was nonexistent.
Suresh revealed he held a pick axe as the Silent Man reached out toward him. Matt managed to sidestep both men and ran for the nearest door as Daphne screamed in terror. He didn't realize it was the same one he had just escaped from until it was too late. He skidded to a halt between Noah and Angela. His face remained inscrutable, while hers looked away, resigned. Matt looked back out into the room and saw Suresh slowly approach.
No one moved to stop him.
"You leave him alone!" CLAIRE! screamed, throwing herself between the former cop and the bloodthirsty scientist.
"Claire, get the fuck out of here," Noah hissed as Angela gave her a look of utter disgust.
"No!" she screamed, then turned to Matt. "Run! I'll hold him off!"
"Claire, you bitch!" the Indian cursed. "DIE!"
It was the last thing she ever did as Suresh embedded the axe in her neck, nearly taking her head off. Her body fell limp as Mohinder put his foot against her head and kicked her off his weapon. Her body lay front down, but her head rolled over, face up. Her jaw worked, but no sound came from her mouth. Suresh looked up to Matt and stepped on the blonde's back, twisting his foot. A sickening crack of bones breaking could be heard as he advanced on the biker.
Matt stumbled back into the recesses of the deep freeze from which he had awoken, the floor was slick with melting ice and he stumbled and fell. He looked up to see Suresh over him, an evil, nay sadistic, grin on his face. Daphne's screams filled his ears.
Mohinder Suresh emerged from the freezer a minute later, casually dropping the blood stained axe. Daphne's screams had degenerated into sobbing. Peter would have gone to console her, but Elle clung tight, afraid they were next. That same fear kept him from charging in to try and save Matt's life, but he knew Suresh wouldn't have emerged unless the deed was done.
Matt Park was dead.
Peter watched stoically as Dr. Suresh held out his bloody gloves for Angela to remove. The disgust on her face was obvious to all as she peeled them off and tossed them back into the bloody mess inside.
Mohinder sensed the unease and finally quipped, "One from the vaults!" as he clapped his hands.
No one made a sound for a long moment until Adam began rattling his cage. Mohinder strode over to him, opening the gate and leaning against the frame. Adam gave him a troubled look.
"Don't be upset," he told his creation. "It was a mercy killing!" Adam didn't seem to understand. "No, my Adonis, you're much too beautiful to be destroyed. Matt had a certain naïve charm," Mohinder explained, "but no hustle. She was just asking for it from the start."
Adam seemed confused, but seemed to understand why the doctor was looking him over. He brought his arm up and flexed his bicep.
Mohinder squealed in delight. "But a deltoid, and a bicep, a cut groin and a tricep, makes me, ooh, shake!" he moaned, turning to the Japanese man and seemingly doing the Twist. "Makes me want to take Chandra's teachings to mah heart. In just seven days -oh baby!- I can make you a man!"
He turned to the various observers, who had calmed down, now that Matt was no longer threatening them. They had formed a double line between the lift and the curtained area, nearby. Noah pulled a cord beside the curtain, revealing an exquisite four poster bedroom suite.
"I don't want no dissension," Suresh told the crowd, putting Adam's arm in his, feeling the muscle, "just dynamic tension."
Elle suddenly exclaimed, "I'm a muscle fan!"
Peter wished she hadn't said that as Mohinder shot them both a nasty look for interrupting him before he continued. "In just seven days, I can make you a man! Dig it, if you can!" Mohinder urged them as he marched his creation between the lines. "In just seven days, I can make you a man!"
The observers began chanting "Adam! Adam! Up at 'em!" as the couple ascended. Once beyond the threshold, Mohinder pulled Adam close. Noah closed the curtain before the crowd could watch any further.
Now that the excitement was over, the crowd quickly dispersed, leaving Peter and Elle at the tender mercies of a trio of deranged mad scientist's assistants.
Linderman paused in his narration. "There are some people who say that life is an illusion, and that reality is simply a figment of our imaginations! If this is so, then Peter and Elle were quite safe. However, the sudden departure of their host and his creation into the seclusion of his sombre bridal suite had left them feeling both apprehensive and uneasy. A feeling which grew as the other guests departed and they were shown to their separate rooms."
Elle was shown to a private room softly lit in pink. Angela threw a fresh robe at her. The whole color scheme made her want to gag. She bumped into and nearly knocked over a wash basin. Didn't these people have working bathrooms, she wondered, after realizing it wasn't a fishbowl. She glanced around the room to find a four poster bed draped in pink netting. Seriously? She wondered. She shrugged, then slipped out of her clothes and into a nice hot shower.
Peter was shown to a private room softly lit in blue. Noah threw a blue robe at him. He turned and bumped into a wash basin, nearly knocking it to the floor. He caught it in time, but splashed some water. Righting the flimsy table, he noticed a red light in the corner. He was being watched. He discreetly slid into bed, curious and now almost afraid of why they were being kept. His mind wandered over the events of the last few hours.
From the monitor room, Noah turned to Angela and smiled, flipping between the motionless Peter and Elle, who strode naked from the shower, pulled on her robe, and climbed under the covers. A third channel showed Daphne crying in her room as she changed.
They switched back to Elle's room. She sat up suddenly. "Who's there?"
"It's only me, Peter," came the muffled voice. A dark figure poked his head in.
"Oh," she replied, obviously disappointed. "Come in, I guess. That is, if you really want to?"
The shadow slipped in, closed the door and made his way under her covers. Elle was on him like a fat kid in a sweet shop.
"Oh Peter! Oh, yes," she moaned as he began to make out with her. Then she stopped and held him at arm's length in the darkened room. "But what if-?"
"It's alright," he soothed her. "Everything's going to be alright."
"I hope so, but first let me-" she turned away reaching for something.
"No, don't!"
"What? I was only going for a rubber," she informed him, grabbing her purse off the nightstand.
"Oh."
"You don't mind?"
"Of course not," he chuckled.
"Oh, don't be so shy," she cooed, reaching under the blankets for him. She stopped and gave him a strange look as her hand tightened around him, giving a slight tug. "What the fuck, Peter?"
"Was it something I said?" he asked, innocently.
"I know you were cut before, now you're not?" She reached for the bedside light. "You?"
Mohinder smiled. "I'm afraid so, Elle. But isn't it nice?"
"What about Peter?"
"What about him? I'm sure he's asleep by now," he cooed.
"You tricked me," she accused. Mohinder started to draw back. "Where are you going? All you had to do was ask."
Mohinder smiled at her. It was on. "I think you'll find it quite pleasurable," he said, pulling her close as the light flicked off without anyone touching it. He kissed her. She giggled.
As they made out, she began to moan louder and louder. "Shh! Peter's probably asleep by now," he hissed. "Do you want him to find you like this?" he asked, pulling her legs around his waist.
"Or like this?" she challenged, flipping him over so she was on top then attacking him.
Mohinder gasped in pleasure as electric tingles ran down his body.
In a darkened room, Noah stared at the screen with intensity as a smile crept across his face. Angela sighed and looked to her monitor to see Adam sleeping. She reached over and handed Noah a key. He nodded silently and rose. She smiled at him and took note of his arousal, running a finger along it. He shuddered and went to his task. She chuckled softly to herself as she flipped her screen to monitor another area. Something stirred in the frozen mists inside the deep freeze.
Changing the screen again, she saw Noah approach the sleeping form of Adam. He checked the chains were tight, then grabbed the candelabra. He held it over the sleeping man as hot wax dripped onto his back. Adam shrugged it off. Undeterred, Noah then grabbed a riding crop laying at the foot of the bad and brought it down sharply on the gold covered buttocks.
A muffled cry erupted from the blond. He twisted around as much as he could in his chains to see Noah leering over him, but couldn't say anything because of the ball gag in his mouth. Noah rolled his eyes and yanked it free. He leaned close, dragging the crop roughly across the man's naked back. "I have a proposition for you," he whispered.
Adam gave him a confused look.
Watching on her monitor, Angela ran a hand down her front and threw her head back with a lusty sigh.
A slight knock came at Peter's door. "Who is it? Who's there?" he demanded.
"Shh! Quiet, it's only me!" Elle whispered, her shadowy form crossing the room and sliding under the covers. "It's totally fucked up here," she declared, shivering. "They'll destroy us!"
"Don't worry, Elle, we'll be away from here in the morning," he consoled her, leaning close. "Mmm, you smell good."
"Oh Peter, not until after the wedding," she teased him. "This isn't a good time for me."
Fucking cocktease, he thought, but actually said, "Alright. I understand." He started to roll over.
She put a hand on his shoulder, then began to ease it down his body. "Maybe we could try something else?" she hinted.
"I hoped so," he began and reached over, "but first let me-"
"No, don't!" she exclaimed.
"I was just grabbing a rubber," he told her, rubbing her arm. It didn't feel right. "Are you okay?"
"Of course, my darling," she cooed, grabbing between his legs.
Peter sat up and pushed her away. "Elle would never, never-!" He flipped on the light. "You?"
Mohinder smiled. "I'm afraid so, Peter, but isn't it nice?"
"What did you think you were doing?" he accused. "What have you done with Elle?"
Fucked the shit out of the bitch! he thought, but answered, "Why nothing. Why? Do you think we should-?" He left it open to Peter if he wanted to share his wild woman, but he had already sussed these two had never gone all the way, yet.
"You tricked me!" Peter exclaimed. "I wouldn't have- I never-"
"I know, but it wasn't bad was it?" he asked, his hand still between Peter's legs. He caressed it once more. Peter moaned and shuddered. "See? You found that quite pleasurable. So soft, so sensual," he cooed.
"Ah!" he moaned. "No, stop! Elle!"
"Shh! Elle's probably asleep by now," he said in a soothing voice. He likely expected she was after the way she had used him. "Do you want her to see you like this?" he quickly slid between Peter's legs, tossing them over his shoulders.
"Like this? Like how?" Peter retorted, trying to pull his legs away, up to his chest. That wasn't any better as Mohinder still kneeled over him. "I thought you were the real thing!"
Mohinder rolled his body forward, grazing against Peter's sweet spot. "I am," he chuckled in a soft, sultry voice. "Come on, Peter, there's no shame in giving yourself over to pleasure." He glanced to the side and the light went out. "Elle needn't know. I won't tell her."
"You'll be gentle?"
Mohinder smiled. He's a virgin! "Cross my heart-"
"You'll use protection?"
"Hope to die-" he continued.
"You promise you won't tell Elle?"
Mohinder thought something rude. "On Chandra's grave," he mumbled, kissing down Peter's belly to-
Peter's legs locked around his head, nearly suffocating him.
Suddenly, the room was awash in bright light. Both men yelled out at the intrusion. Noah spoke over the two-way monitor.
"Master, Adam has broken his chains and escaped," he informed the man. "Your new playmate is loose and somewhere on the castle grounds. Angela has just released the hounds."
Mohinder barely acknowledged this. "COMING!" he shouted back before Peter did.
Had either looked to the screen, they would have seen a satisfied smile spread across Noah's face before he turned the monitor off.
Elle lay across her bed, having been woken by the sound of wild dogs. "What's going on? Where am I? Where's Peter?"
She rose, pulled her robe on and entered the hallway, retracing her steps back to the laboratory. Spying the monitor alongside the deep freeze, she began adjusting the dial, trying to see what was going on.
"Oh Peter! Where are you?"
Click. The freezer interior. Merely a cold mist.
Click. The bedroom of the young girl, Daphne, who lay still after crying herself to sleep.
Click. The ghastly pink room she had just left. Empty.
Click. A similar room, but in a bluish hue. Peter sat on the edge of the bed. A figure lay in the shadows behind him.
"Oh, Peter!" she cried out, guiltily. She knew she had done him wrong, sleeping with Mohinder only hours after agreeing to marry Peter. But now she saw Mohinder had had his way with Peter, too? She wasn't sure what she felt for him.
She could hear Peter talking to himself. She adjusted a dial and hoped it was the volume.
"Once in a while, she don't want to call you," he crooned softly, "speaking on the telephone. Once in your life, she don't want to know you. You look around, the one you've found, she is gone."
He stood and leaned against the bedpost. "And that's all the time that it takes for a heart to turn to stone. The sweeter the wine, the harder to make the break. You hear something about someone you thought you'd known."
He swung around the post to the other one, glancing down at Mohinder's sleeping form. "So baby don't cry like there's no tomorrow, after the night, there's a brand new day. And there'll be no more pain and no more sorrow, so wash your face and phone my place, it'll be ok."
He turned back toward the monitor, oblivious to Elle watching. "And that's all the time it takes for a heart to beat again. So give me a sign that a lover makes. You look around, the one you've found is back again!"
"I'm back again! I'm back again!" Mohinder crooned from the bed.
Peter turned and faced him, and said, dejected, "I should have known."
Elle shut the monitor off. "Oh Peter, how could you?" She considered his words and what they each had done. "If only we hadn't made this trip. If only the car hadn't been a piece of shit. If only we were amongst friends, or sane persons!" she cried.
A sound caught her ears, then. A soft shuddering. She saw a form rise from inside the tank, covered in the scarlet sheet. It fell from his face to reveal Adam, clutching the sheet tight for warmth.
She went to the scared man, seeing whip marks and scratches on his body as the sheet fell away. "You're hurt! Did they do this to you?"
He nodded, seemingly afraid she would do the same. He shuddered again at what Noah had done to him.
She held his hand. "There, there," she cooed. He put his other hand over hers and smiled.
She began reconsidering her options.
Linderman paused in his narration once more. "Emotion: agitation or disturbance of mind, vehement or excited mental state," he read from the dictionary. "It is also a powerful and irrational master," he informed his audience. "And from what Angela and Daphne eagerly viewed from their monitor, there seemed little doubt that Elle was indeed it's slave."
In Daphne's room, Angela brushed her hair as the young girl painted her toenails. Both watched the scene in the laboratory unfold. "Go on, girl!" Daphne urged her, laughing.
Elle had joined Adam inside the tank and began to sing his troubles away. "I was feeling like shit, like a junkie looking for a hit. I'd only kissed before."
Daphne perked up. "You mean she-?"
Angela gave her a knowing smile. "yes." Daphne blushed.
"I thought there was no use letting, boys get beyond heavy petting," she giggled. "It only leads to trouble and ruined fishnetting." She smiled eagerly at the dumb blond. "Now all I want to know, is how to be a whore! I've tasted come and I want more!"
"More! More! More!" the two women echoed, eager to see how far she was really willing to take this.
"I'll put up no resistance, I want to go the distance! I've got an itch to scratch, I need your assistance!" she begged, rubbing his hands over her breasts. "Touch-a Touch-a touch me! I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creature of the night!"
Daphne and Angela giggled to themselves and mocked the lovers. "Touch-a touch-a touch me!" Daphne begged to the large photo of Matt plastering her wall. "I wanna be dirty!" She licked the printed fingers she had once known intimately. "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me! Creature of the night!"
Elle, filled with lust, repeated the lyric again, dragging Adam down with her. "Touch-a touch-a touch me! I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me! Creature of the night!"
In her room, Daphne grabbed the hairbrush from Angela. She put one hand back on the large wall photo, the other held the handle of the brush between her legs. "Touch-a touch-a touch me! I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me! Creature of the night!" she begged the image, while diddling herself to climax.
"Creature of the night!" Elle begged.
"Creature of the night?" Adam echoed as he rode her.
"Creature of the night!" Daphne pleaded, rubbing against the photo mural.
"Creature of the night," Angela said with disgust as she left the room.
"Creature of the night?" Noah echoed her in the hall. He could head Daphne cry out, inside. He had an amused look on his face to counter Angela's grimace.
"Creature of the night!" Adam shouted as he erupted into her.
"Creature of the night?" Mohinder shouted into the monitor, blocking Peter's view. He grabbed a leather jacket that had been draped over a chair and stormed out of the room. Peter followed.
"Creature of the night!" Elle screamed as her climax overtook her. She sighed and pulled the sheet over herself and her exhausted lover.
Mohinder and Peter and Noah and Angela met in the hallway by the lift. Mohinder shoved the other men inside, fury plain on his face. He pointed at Angela to another room, then took the lift up to the lab.
Peter wasn't sure where he had acquired it, but the Indian lashed out at his butler with a long handled bullwhip in the small confines. He narrowly missed being struck, himself.
When the lift arrived, Suresh shoved the manservant out, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground. "Mercy!" he begged, while secretly enjoying it.
Suresh gave him none as he let the whip fly again. Noah gave a stifled yelp of ecstatic pain.
"How did it happen?" he demanded. "It was understood you were to be watching!" He punctuated this last with another strike.
"I was only away for a minute," the man answered, glad his face was away from him, before adding a slightly derisive, "master."
Pain wracked his back as Suresh lashed out at him again. He fought the urge to scream in climax.
"Well see if you can find him on the monitor!" he ordered with another crack.
Noah bit down and stumbled to the control panel, hiding his erection, taking a shorter blow from the end of the handle as he passed Suresh.
Peter watched from the lift with horrified interest. Something in this display of abuse was turning him on, he realized.
Noah began flicking through the screens on the same monitor Elle had just used. One showed the front step and a figure in the drizzling rain.
"Master!" he called out. "Master, we have a visitor."
Peter followed Suresh over to the control wall and peered at the fuzzy image of the man. Something seemed familiar about the man in the wheelchair. "Great Scott!" he found himself saying. "Maury!"
From the gallery above, the young Japanese man leaned over the rail and echoed, "Great-o Scott-o!" before disappearing as Suresh gave him a withering look.
Both men then looked at Peter with surprised concern.
"Dr. Maury Park," he informed them.
"You know this psych-" Noah began, only to have Suresh swat at him again. "-this person?" he corrected himself.
Peter gave a confused look. "I most certainly do!" he boasted. "He happens to be an old friend of the family!"
Suresh leaned back against the control panel with a mixed expression on his face. "I see. So this wasn't simply a chance meeting?" he inquired before his face grew dark. He stabbed at Peter with the whip handle. "You came here on purpose!"
"I told you, my car broke down," Peter countered, sounding dejected. "I was telling the truth."
"I know what you told me, Peter," Suresh said, dripping with menace. He began driving Peter back, poking him again with the whip handle. "But this Dr. Maury Park? His name is not unknown to me," he informed his latest conquest.
"He was a science teacher at Union Wells High School, in Odessa," Peter stammered.
"And now he works for your government, doesn't he, Peter?" he prodded. "He's attached to the Bureau of Investigation of that which you call superheroes! Isn't that right, Peter?"
Peter had a bewildered look on his face. "He might be. I don't know."
Noah interrupted them. "The intruder is entering the building, Master." Beside him on the monitor, Park could be seen in the entry hall.
Suresh seemed unsure what to do for a moment before realizing. "He'll probably be in the zen room."
Below, Dr. Park took in his surroundings: a room filled with Hindu kitsch and a water pipe. The woman who had opened the door for him had disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him to his own devices. He spotted an ash tray and examined the remains, sniffing at the remaining bud. He nodded to himself. "Aha!"
Dr. Suresh crossed back across the lab to the control panel. "Shall we inquire of him in person?" he asked and flipped a switch. Part of the wall extruded and Peter could feel a wave of energy wash past him. Mohinder seemed to be affected, too, moaning as the machine surged to life.
Downstairs, Dr. Park felt the machine's affects as well. His wheelchair suddenly surged forward, drawing him up the bumpy stairs. Somehow, he cornered the right angles of the second floor balcony, whizzing past the open door of Daphne's room, where she now lay reading a magazine. She glanced up as he passed. He could have sworn he saw-no, that was silly. There was no reason that Matt would be-
The thought went unfinished as he was roughly pulled up a second flight of stairs, finally bursting through what appeared to be a sealed door before he went crashing into it, but had been sealed off as the upper gallery exit on the other side.
"Holy Sh-" Peter began to yell, before catching himself.
Bits of drywall, tiles, and other debris fell away from Dr. Park as he caromed down the gantry, finally coming to a stop beside three men. One wore a dark suit, another a leather jacket with fishnets and little else, the third man he had passed-?
"Mohinder Suresh, we meet at last," he greeted the man in the leather jacket as he put a foot on his armrest.
The third man joined them. "Dr. Park!" he enthused, holding out his hand.
Even through his now dusty lenses, Park could make out the familiar lean man before him...clad only in a loose blue robe and his underwear? "Peter? What are you doing here?" he asked, taking the proffered hand.
Their reunion was cut short as Suresh slapped their hands with his whip handle. "Don't play games, Dr. Park. You know perfectly well what Peter Petrelli is doing here," he accused.
Peter stood defiant. Park gave the other scientist a strange look.
"It was part of your plan, was it not?" he asked. "That he and his bitch should check the layout for you?" he declared. "Well, unfortunately for you all, there's to be a change of plans. I hope you're adaptable Dr. Park," he suggested, glancing to Peter. "I know Peter certainly is."
Peter turned away, embarrassed.
"I can assure you that Peter's presence here comes as a complete surprise to me," Park countered. "I came here to find Matty."
"Matt?" Peter blurted. "I've seen him!"
"Matt?" Suresh cut him off in surprise. "What do you know of Matt, Dr. Park?"
Maury looked smugly at his rival. "I happen to know a great deal about a lot of things," he boasted. "You see, Matty happens to be my own son."
Mohinder gasped in surprised frustration and finally released the man from the energy magnet.
As he did, they heard a feminine gasp from inside the tank. Elle swatted Adam's hand away as she heard Suresh's hard heels clacking across the floor towards them.
"Dr. Park," Peter began before Suresh had pushed him out of his way to pull back the sheet covering the lovers in the tank.
They stood, only slightly ashamed at being caught.
"Elle?" Maury said in surprise.
"Dr. Park?" she replied, equally surprised.
"Elle?" Peter accused.
"Peter." she said, slightly miffed at having been caught.
"Adam!" Suresh accused.
"Whatever," he scoffed, and edged closer to Elle. She tried to push him back, but it was too late.
"Listen!" Suresh warned his creation. "I made you, and I can break you, just as easily!" There was no question it was a threat.
Adam took a second to weigh his options. He scooted back towards his maker and abuser, holding the sheet tight to cover his nakedness.
Before anyone could say anything else, Angela banged a gong as hard as she could. The assembled jumped as one, save Noah. The Japanese man suddenly appeared and bowed to the maid.
"Master! Dinner is prepared," she said drolly as she swatted at the little with the drum stick. He vanished once more.
"Excellent," Suresh replied, rolling his eyes. Angela caught it and grimaced. He then scanned the motley crew before him. "Considering the circumstances, formal dress is to be optional."
From somewhere beyond the new opening, they could hear "Yatta!"
Elle pulled her end of the sheet slightly tighter around herself as Suresh strode away. She gave Adam an embarrassed look before looking to the bottom of the tank for their scant clothing.
Peter gave her a scornful look as he stepped around Dr. Park and pushed his chair behind Suresh, following him to the lift.
Angela had already stepped away, but Noah lingered a moment, taking in the sight of the lovers in the tank getting dressed. He smiled to himself and followed the other three into the lift.
Peter cleaned Dr. Park's glasses with the hem of his robe. Maury was trying not to notice what was bobbing white- er, right in front of him. He took his glasses back with a good humored chuckle, before rolling his eyes at the well meaning young man as Noah joined them in the cramped confines.
Linderman stood examining a reproduction of Da Vinci's "Last Supper" before turning to his audience. "Food has always played a vital role in life's rituals," he intoned. "The breaking of bread, the last meal of the condemned man, and now, this meal," he mused. "However informal it might appear, you can be assured there was to be very little bonhomie."
After Noah went back for the last two, the guests seated themselves around a long table set with a mishmash of random cutlery, plates, and glasses. The rival doctors each sat at one end of the table, with Elle and Daphne on Suresh's end and Peter and Adam on Maury's. The girls looked downtrodden, what with Elle's exposure and Daphne's loss, while the men sat defiant, Peter trying not to begin an argument with Elle while watching Adam seemingly oblivious to all, but sneaking looks at Elle.
The door behind Maury opened as Angela and Noah wheeled in a steaming covered cart. Bringing it to Suresh, he flipped the lid open and moved the platter with a large leg of meat onto the table in front of the Indian. Angela held up an electric carving knife.
Suresh stood, having shucked his jacket, laid it aside, and began carving. Steam rose from the leg as he carved. Noah retrieved a flagon of wine and began pouring indiscriminately into the various drink ware laid out for the guests.
Adam grabbed his glass to drink as soon as it was filled, but Suresh saw this and pointed the knife at him, revving it. The glass slammed to the table and the doctor resumed his task.
When he finished, Suresh raised his wine glass (having the finest of all the settings) and the others followed suit. "A toast," he declared. "To absent friends."
The others murmured their assent as Noah slapped the sliced meat onto plates across the table.
Suresh added to his toast, "And Adam." he downed his wine in one gulp.
Snapping on a birthday hat, he began singing, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you!" The others joined in (several through gritted teeth) as he finished with "Happy birthday, dear Adam." He took his seat and declared, "Shall we?" as the last of the meat was parceled out.
As the others tentatively dug in with their various mixed utensils, Adam simply grabbed his thick slice and took a bite. Daphne nudged him under the table and motioned with her fork. He gave her a curious look, then grabbed one of his forks, stabbed the meat, and continued to gnaw away.
They ate in silence for a long minute before Maury decided to address the reason he was there. "We came here to discuss Matty," he intoned.
"MATTY?" Daphne blurted. Mohinder grabbed the knife and revved it at her. She fell quiet.
"That's a rather tender subject," Suresh replied, having dropped the knife to the table. "Another slice, anyone?"
It took a moment, but the guests caught the subtext. All but Adam stopped eating. Peter had just placed another piece in his mouth. He choked it down, not wanting to seem impolite.
Daphne mumbled "excuse me," as she left the table, closing the dining room doors behind her. An instant later, they could hear her bawling "NO-ho-ho!" from the hall as she returned to her room.
Suresh seemed surprised at her reaction. Flanking him, Noah and Angela appeared amused. "It's not like she hasn't eaten him before," Mohinder quipped as she wailed.
Dr. Park held his tongue for a moment, then leaned over to Adam. "I knew he was in with a bad crowd, but it was worse than I imagined," he whispered. "Super villains."
Adam gave him a stunned look of "Huh?" as Peter and Elle shouted his name "Dr. Park!"
"Go on, Dr. Park," Suresh urged. "Or should I say, Dr. Parkman?"
The Japanese man jumped out of the dark, screaming "Park-Man! Yatta!" before disappearing again. Suresh grabbed his knife, but the intruder disappeared once more, as the blade was embedded in the wall where he had stood a second before.
Peter took umbrage at this accusation. "Just what exactly are you implying?" he demanded. Suresh flashed another knife at the young man.
Maury steeled himself for this confrontation. He hadn't realized Matt's undercover assignment had been blown so badly as to expose his family's true origins.
"It's all right!" he tried to calm Peter, while keeping his own anger in check at the other "scientist".
"But Dr. Park!"
"It's all right, Peter!" he intoned, trying to laugh it off. He sized up his opposition and dropped all pretense. "From the day he was born, he vas trouble. He vas the thorn in his mater's side," he explained in his thick native accent. "She tried in vain-"
Linderman leaned over his desk to his audience. "But he never caused her nothing but shame," he explained, turning through the pages of Matt Park's police file.
"He left home the day she died," Maury continued. He knew the real reason, the police academy, but decided to keep the cover story going. "From the day she was gone, all he wanted was rock und roll, porn, und a motor bike!"
Linderman flipped past pages of Freddie Mercury, copies Hustler and OUI, and a photo of Matt astride his newly bought Hog in happier days.
Maury tearfully admitted, "He was shooting up junk-"
Linderman flipped to an image of Matt, dressed in his leather gear, being caught in the deed as he was rushed by police and his fingerprints. "He was a low down, cheap, little punk!" he exclaimed.
"-taking everyone for a ride!" the man finished. "Vhen Matty said he didn't like his teddy, you knew he vas a no good kid, but when he threatened your life vith a switchblade knife-?"
"What a guy!" Suresh boasted.
"Makes you cry," Elle admitted.
"Und I did!" Maury finished.
Daphne stared tearfully at her wall-sized portrait of her beefy hunk. "Everybody shunned him, only I really loved him. I said, 'hey listen to me, stay sane inside insanity,' but he locked the door and threw away the key!" She burst into fresh tears.
Maury knew he had to keep Suresh hooked. "But he must've been drawn into something, making him varn me in a note vhich reads-"
"What's it say? What's it say?" the kids demanded, crowding around the man.
"I'm out of my hed. O hurrie or I may be DEAD!" the note declared. "He musn't carrie out his evel deeds! XOXO Matty"
Across the table, Suresh fumed, as Noah and Angela exchanged amused looks. They had sent the letter when Matt was exposed, ensuring this confrontation.
Maury lamented once more, "Vhen Matty said he didn't like his teddy, you knew he vas a no good kid! But vhen he threatened your life vith a switchblade knife?" He had produced his son's stuffed bear, revealing the knife he kept stashed inside.
"What a guy!" Suresh acknowledged.
"Whoa-ho-ho," Noah and Angela crooned.
"Makes you cry," Elle lamented.
"Hey hey hey," the pair continued.
"Und I did!" Maury admitted.
"Bad Matty," they finished as the other three took their seats and Suresh rose. She chuckled at the fact their plan worked, but he shushed her. "Oh," she said, disappointed.
No one paid much attention to Mohinder as he surveyed the table one last time. He suddenly grabbed the tablecloth and gave a hard yank. Very few items were disturbed by this act, but the diners were.
Lying under the glass tabletop, lay a disfigured and now bloated corpse. The four diners seated reeled back in surprise and Elle began screaming.
Even Mohinder stared in disbelief. He had expected the remains of Matt under there, not that annoying blonde bitch. She began to stir and pawed at the glass trapping her. A muffled "Help me!" could be heard emanating from her broken jaw.
Elle had had enough and ran from the table. Unfortunately, she ran right into Adam's arms. Mohinder was not amused. Neither was Peter.
"Oh, Adam! How could you?" he exclaimed, pulled the two apart and slapped her. She ran from the room and he gave chase.
Adam huddled in the corner as Peter rose to pursue them. He decided it was best not to leave his wheelchair bound mentor behind. They exited the room to see Elle charge up the stairs, Suresh hot on her heels. Noah and Angela bust out laughing at their body switching prank until he decided he was done and screamed "Shut up!" The matron fell silent.
As Suresh pursued the blonde temptress, he called after her, "I'll tell you once, I won't tell you twice, you better wise up, Elle Bishop! Your cherry pie? It don't taste too nice. You better wise up, Elle Bishop!"
He briefly cornered her. "I've laid my seed, it should be all you need! You're as sensual as a pencil, wound up like an 'E' string. When we made it did you hear a bell ring?"
She pushed him back and bolted, only to find herself back in the laboratory. "No!" she gasped.
Suresh strolled in after her, triumphantly smacking her ass. "You got a block? Take my advice, you'd better wise up, Elle Bishop!"
Peter pushed Maury in after them, they joined Elle in the center of the room, flanking her from any attack by the circling mad scientist.
"Like Medusa, I'll seduce ya," he teased, flipping a random control on the console. It actually did nothing, but it was a distraction.
Elle made to run, but found she couldn't. "My feet! I can't move my feet!"
The men found they couldn't move, either. "Mein vheels! Mein Gott! I can't move mein vheels!"
"It's as if we were glued to the spot!" Peter exclaimed.
"You are!" Mohinder chuckled. "So quake with fear you little fucktards!"
"We're trapped!" Elle realized.
"It's something you'll get used to, a mental mindfuck can be quite nice!" he grinned, almost leering at his new playthings.
Peter gave him a strange look, as he remembered Matt's knuckle tattoos upon hearing this statement. What was the connection, he wondered?
Maury wasn't impressed. He steepled his fingers. "You won't find ordinary people quite the mark you imagine. This paralysis, it is, I suppose, some sort of telekinetic or physiomolecular gravitational ability?"
Peter gasped. "You mean-?"
"Yes, Peter," he assured his former student. "It is something ve ourselves haff been vorking on finding. It seems our friend here has found a means of copying it, using it for his own nefarious purposes." He eyed Suresh closely. "Who knows what else he is capable of, perhaps breaking down solid matter or projecting through space, perhaps even time, itself!"
The Japanese man suddenly appeared out of thin air! "YATTA! I did it! Now to warn-" he stopped and looked at the situation of the wide-eyed trio unable to move as the furious Indian looked on. "Uh-oh! I am too late!" he said in a worried tone before his face brightened up. "I know! I go back even earlier! Do not worry, I will save you!" He scrunched his face up and disappeared again.
The trio looked at each other, dumbfounded. Suresh slapped the control panel in frustration. "Dammit! I've been after that imp for months!"
"Why didn't he take us with him?" Elle cried.
Mohinder was amused by this and sidled up alongside her, running his hands along her frame. "You better wise up, Elle Bishop. "You'd better wise up -build your thighs up- you'd better wise up, Elle Bishop!"
She cried out, "Stop!"
Suresh went flying back from an electrical discharge. The others were frozen in shock a moment before they realized what had happened. Before they could attempt another escape, Suresh rose and clenched his fingers toward them. All three found it difficult to breathe, let alone move.
"Don't get me hot and flustered," he warned, stalking back to her. "You bitch of a bastard!"
"You're a mad man," Peter accused, "but you'd better not try to hurt her, Mohinder!"
Suresh gave him an annoyed look and froze him solid, his clothes shattering in the process.
Maury, undaunted, challenged his rival, too. "You're a mad man, but you'd better not try to hurt her, Mohinder!"
The Indian barely acknowledged the wheelchair bound fat man, giving him a dismissive wave and turning him to ice, as well.
"You're a bastard-!" Elle began. He didn't care to hear it and froze her as well.
"My god!" Daphne yelled at him. He hadn't realized the other four had joined him in the lab, but Daphne stood at the bottom of the ramp while Noah and Angela flanked Adam near the top of the gallery.
"I can't take any more of this!" the waif continued. "First you spurn me for Matty. Then you fuck him over like a two dollar whore for Adam! You chew people up and then spit them out," she accused. "I loved you! Did you hear me? I loved you! And where did that get me? I'll tell you, O-town: a big as Texas nothing hole!" she cried before continuing her rant. "You're like a sponge, you take, take, take, draining other people of their powers and abilities. Well, I've had enough! You've got to choose between me and Adam! So named because he- oh!"
He glared at her and began to raise a hand to shut her up. The spot where she had been standing was suddenly encased in solid ice.
Suresh knew this trick. He quickly iced over the exits, then concentrated and the floors began to glaze over. Daphne lost her traction halfway up the gallery and began sliding back down. She started to cry out as he froze her, as well.
Adam saw this and began running toward her, only to find himself frozen solid, as well.
Suresh surveyed what he had done and realized he had lost control again. He hung his head and leaned against the tank. "It's not easy having a good time these days," he sighed. "Even freezing makes my body ache."
Noah and Angela stepped up along either side of him and nodded agreement.
"My children turn on me," he complained. "Adam's behaving the same way Matt was. Do you think it was a mistake, not taking his powers?"
"I grow weary of this," Angela said. "When do you return to Chennai?"
"Angela, I am indeed grateful to you and Noah. You have both served me well," he acknowledged. "Loyalty such as yours shall not go unrewarded, and you will discover that when the mood strikes me I can be quite generous."
"I ask for nothing," she replied, then saw the anger flash in his eyes, and hastily added, "Master." She glanced to Noah, leaning on the opposite corner of the tank, on the other side of Suresh.
"Then you shall receive it, in abundance!" he warned, pushing off from the tank and entering the lift. "Come, it is time for the floorshow!"
As the lift descended, Angela and Noah came together over Maury and made a strange gesture. Angela then moved to Peter as Noah moved to Elle and repeated it, then took each other's hands and left the room, chuckling.
Cast:
Nathan / Ralph Hapschott
Niki Sanders / Betty Munroe
Peter / Brad Majors
Elle Bishop / Janet Weiss
Noah Bennet / Riff Raff
Angela / Magenta
Daphne / Columbia
Mohinder Suresh / Frank N Furter
Adam / Rocky Horror
Matt / EDDIE!
Maury / Dr. Scott
Linderman / Criminologist
Transylvanians / assorted characters
and
CLAIRE! as herself.