The Right If Not The Responsibility
A/N: Okay here is the second chapter, due to the first getting such a positive response, I decided to make this one a bit longer. I've also tried to have more focus on Amy, as I noticed I didn't give her much to do in the last one. Now I've selected each characters powers based upon their personalities, abilities and traits. However not everyone's will be revealed in this chapter, nor will they necessarily reveal their abilities true extent or all the ones they posses.
Now I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Two: Break Out!
Blackness surrounded him, empty blackness. Jake's eyes flickered open, everything was bright white, just a white canvas and all he could hear was a constant ringing. He tried to cover his ears, but his body wouldn't respond. Then slowly his vision began clear. The white shifted to be replaced with light and dark greys. Then a huge pale shape loomed upwards in front of him. It seemed to have a slate metallic face, and a body as white as snow. As the creature loomed closer, Jake felt his eye lids getting heavy. Then he was surrounded by blackness again.
An odd scraping sound filled Amy's head, and for a moment she felt as if she was moving. The sensation seemed to pass, but before she could even wonder it started again, and this time it was a lot louder and more vivid. Still all Amy could see was blackness, she tried to will her eyes to open but they just wouldn't budge. Finally placing the sound, she decided it sounded the most like a trolley being pushed down a road. Then there was a bump, and for just a second her eye lids opened.
In the split second Amy caught a glimpse of what looked like several white creatures swarming around her, as she travelled down a grey river towards a large white and red box. Then the sound stopped, and for a moment Amy could have sworn she was floating upwards. There was a bang, and then silence.
A new sound replaced the scraping one, but try as she might Amy found she could no longer focus. Her mind drifting, and this new sound quickly dissipated into nothing.
The constant ringing was still carrying on, when Jake suddenly heard a new sound join it. It almost sounded like Terry. Whatever this new noise was, it struck a chord with Jake. His eye lid slowly opened; before him Jake saw a large brown mass surrounded by smaller white masses, trying to swarm it like locusts. His eyes flicked shut again, but the next time they opened his vision was clearer. It was Terry; he was lying on some kind of bed, struggling with around five or six…people? Whatever they were they were all white, and had strangest faces, if he didn't know any better he would have sworn they were made of metal and glass.
Jake felt sure he should be able to recognise them, but his mind felt fuzzy. Then something strange happened, suddenly all the colour drained out of his vision and where the figures had been now was an array of skeletons, all wrestling over a larger skeleton lying where Terry had been. Jake slammed his eyes shut, and when he opened them, the colour had returned as Terry was back.
He tried to keep them open, but feeling like weights, his eye lids shut again. Jake tried to hear what Terry was saying, the ringing wouldn't stop, but he just managed to make out the words "no…fine…let…go…family…daughters….can't…no…stop…help…" His eyes opening for a final time, Jake saw one of the white things stab a syringe into Terry. He lips moved like he was yelling, but Jake heard only the ringing. As he watch Terry slowly slumped down onto the bed and the white things dissipated.
Jake tried to continue watching, but his vision was beginning to get fuzzy. The ringing had now dulled to only a gentle lull, and Jake found himself feeling oddly warm. Sure enough everything went black again.
A sudden electric sensation went through Amy. Panting for breath she sat up as far as she was able to in her bed. Her eyes darted around the dark room; it looked like she was in some sort of hospital. The walls were white, and Amy found she had several machines, including a heart rate monitor, attached to her.
Said heart rate was speeding out of control. Still panting Amy's eyes quickly shot around the room; there were three beds in this room. She was in the middle, Rosa was lying to her left and Gina was lying to her right. Both of them were strapped up to similar equipment and both of them were asleep.
What was she doing here? How had she gotten here? Amy tried to get out of bed, but her legs refused to respond. Realising straining was proving ineffective, Amy just sat there. She needed to think, but already her arms and back where feeling weak. Giving up Amy let herself slump back onto the bed. As her head rested against her pillow, Amy felt a strange sense of comfort wash over her.
Her bed was nice and warm, and it was surprisingly soft for a hospital bed. Pausing Amy tried to remember what had woken her, she knew it had been important, but for some reason Amy's mind drew blank. All at once she felt a great wave of tiredness wash over her. She knew she had to stay awake, but she could no longer remember why.
'Come one Amy,' a voice said in here ear, 'if you're in hospital it means you're sick, and if your sick you need plenty of sleep to get better. ' The awake part of Amy's mind tried to find a counter argument, but even it had to accept the voice's logic was sound. As her eye lids began to get heavy, Amy surrendered any remaining ounces of resistance. She needed her sleep.
Jake sat back in his comfy brown seat and gazed out of the window, looking down he could see the tops of the snow covered mountains and the blue lakes bellow. It was such a beautiful sight; soon they would be crossing the green fields, and golden yellow corn. Jake just loved to fly, the world always looked so much better from up here.
As if the plane could hear his thoughts, suddenly it began to rise. Jake smiled and clipped his seatbelt. He felt the familiar sensation of being tipped backwards, his ears popped just as they broke through the clouds. Looking down now all Jake could see was fluffy white clouds, looking like white cotton candy bellow him.
Suddenly a voice cracked through the planes PA system "This is your captain speaking," a familiar voice said. For the first time since the plane took off Jake was ripped away from the window, his eyes opened wide.
"No," he murmured.
"Yes Jake," his father replied. "I would like to announce we are now cursing at 13,000 feet, so it's high time I got going. As such I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave my life. Goodbye son, thank you for flying Air deadbeat."
"No, no," Jake yelled, he frantically tried to undo his seatbelt. Suddenly the trap door beneath his seat opened, and Jake fell out. Screaming he watched as the plane disappeared from his sight, as he fell down, down, down…
Jake eyes opened just in time to see the floor looming up before him. He hit with a soft thud. Groaning Jake forced himself to his feet, his head hurt and his throat was dry. Right beside him on a table, was a jug of water. His shaking hands spilled most of it, but he managed to pour himself half a glass.
Feeling a little better, but still caught in a daze Jake let himself down onto the chair, and held his head in his hands while he let the room spin. It took a few minutes for everything to clear, but finally Jake felt well enough to look up. It was then he realised he was in a hospital ward. It was a nice clean ward, with walls that were white and a floor which was gray. There were three beds. Terry was lying asleep in the one closet to Jake; he was hooked up to several devices, which were beeping smoothly.
Holt was asleep in the next bed along; he also was hooked up to the same machines, and finally was the last bed. This one was empty, the machines were flat lining but they weren't attached to anyone, the wires just lay there on the bed as if they had been ripped out. Jake guessed that must have been his bed, and when he fell out it had torn the wires off him.
Looking down Jake realised he was wearing a hospital gown; thankfully it was the conservative kind. Getting up from his chair, Jake was about to stroll back to bed. But a nagging sensation in his mind told him to check the damage. After all he had been in…
Jake froze; suddenly the images came flooding back to him. The laboratory, the explosion going off, the building collapsing, and Gina falling on top of him when that last wave struck. 'Gina! Where was Gina!' Jake collapsed back into his chair, his eyes going wide. 'Gina, Amy? Amy! Oh my god, Amy! Was she okay? What about Rosa? Or Boyle? Where were they? Did they make out of the building?'
Pausing a new though filled his mind, the strange blue blinding light he had seen, then a feeling of such intense pain. Pain worse than when that car him or when he set his groin on fire. That was all Jake could remember, he guessed he must have passed out after that. Looking over his body, Jake made a quick check to see if anything was damaged. But really he looked fine.
He didn't even have any scratches or cuts anywhere. "How long have I been here?" Jake groaned, his voice was horse, but it wasn't any trouble to speak. Feeling better now he got to his feet, best thing he could do was walk back to his bed and call the doctor they could tell him everything he wanted to know.
It was only then it suddenly hit Jake. His bed was on the other side of the room, how had he fallen this far away? Had he gotten out and forgotten about it? No he distinctly remembered falling. Pausing he checked himself, and sure enough there was the bruise he got around ten minutes ago, nicely developing. Mind you now he thought about it, the falling hadn't hurt like it normally did. Having fewer answers than he did a moment ago, for the third time today Jake sat down. He needed to gather these thoughts.
Boyle screamed, he was sicking in quick sand. The hot jungle sun bore down upon his face. Frantically he flayed his arms and legs in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs "Jake! Amy! Mother! Somebody help me!" All around him the sickly hot semi-liquid was rising, and ever so slowly he was being pulled down into the earth.
Gasping he felt the sickly sludge poor into his open mouth. He tried to spit it out but it was to late, he was choking. He was going to die.
And then he heard a voice calling his name "Boyle, Boyle…"
"Boyle!" Hitchcock yelled.
Charles sat up; he was lying on the floor beside a bed, from the looks of things he was inside a hospital ward. Hitchcock was lying on the bed next to him. He had his head buried under a pillow, "Boyle! I'm trying to sleep." He groaned.
Getting to his feet Charles surveyed the room, he, Hitchcock and Scully were all in the same ward. Scully was loudly snoring in the corner. Realising his head ached, Charles collapsed back onto the bed. It was then he noticed something strange, his covers and sheet were still on the bed.
"If I feel out, how did I not disturb them?" He muttered to himself. Pausing for a moment he decided he must have simply slept on top of them. His headache seemed to be getting worse, sighing he lied back on the bed, hoping it would pass soon.
"Help! Help me! Somebody help me!" Rosa screamed.
Amy sat up straight, for a moment she thought she had dreamed it, but turning to her side Amy saw Rosa violently swaying in her bed.
"Oh my god," Amy jumped from her own bed, and tried to steady Rosa. She grasped her by the shoulders and tried to hold her in place. Only for Rosa to suddenly spin back to the other side, Amy let out a yell as she was pulled up onto the bed and landed on top of Rosa. This did not wake her. Amy tried to pin her down, but the sleeping woman effortlessly flicked Amy around the bed.
Yelling, Amy let go and slumped down beside her. Panting for breath, Amy felt her heart race. That was worse than the one time Jake convinced her to ride that mechanical bull.
"Oh now this is awkward." Amy turned to face Gina. She was now sitting up in bed staring at them. "Just to be clear, I have no problems with the two of you expressing…well who you are. Let's face it half the office already guessed it. But as Jake's friend, I'm not comfortable with you cheating on him. Especially as I'm shoulder he inevitably ends up crying on."
"Oh don't be ridiculous," Amy snarled climbing off the bed. "She was having a nightmare, and I was trying to wake her. It's just she's unrealistically strong and I accidentally got pulled onto the bed."
"Right." Gina said. "Well point is, I won't tell Jake, just don't let it happen again."
"Nothing happened!"
"Yeah, whatever you say."
Amy was about to continue, but realising it was a waste of effort she turned back to Rosa, she was still violently swaying. Her face was caught in a mixture of distress and pain. However Amy's stomach was still churning from her ride, forcing her to sit down. Her head hurt as well. Gina by this point had gotten out of bed and walked over to Rosa.
"Wow she's really going." Gina said.
"Yeah I was woken by her crying out for help."
Gina paused and turned to Amy, "Rosa? Crying out?"
"Yeah I was surprised to." Amy replied.
"Wait, how did I sleep through that? I've been woken by a pin dropping in the past."
Amy shrugged, "I don't know, I mean normally I'm a very heavy sleeper I remember one time Jake had to…Oh my god! Jake!"
The images came flooding back to her. Panting heavily, she forced herself as far down into her chair as was humanly possible. The explosion, was Jake okay? She was and Jake had only been a few feet away, so he must be fine? Right?
Gina looked at her in confusion, "Are you okay?"
Amy looked up at her, "we just came out of a freak lab accident that could have killed us. Are the others okay? Is Jake okay?"
"Jake's fine,"
"How? How can you know?"
"Cause I'm fine, and he was lying right below me. If I made it in one piece, he must have."
Amy paused, thinking about this new information, yes, yes, Gina's logic made perfect sense but what about the others?
Amy was interrupted from her thoughts, by the swaying Rosa. Her bed was actually starting to rock with her. Both Amy and Gina stared in amazement. "You weren't kidding about being unrealistically strong." Gina murmured.
"I'll call the doctor." Amy replied.
Jake's ears and eyes still hurt somewhat, but his head felt fine. The paradox of how he got across the room however was no clearer. Sighing he wandered over to Holt, he was still sound asleep. Sighing Jake was about to go check Terry, when suddenly an alarm went off.
Spinning around Jake saw Holt's vitals were dropping. "No," Jake yelled.
Putting his hand against Holt's forehead, Jake had to pull back he was ice cold. "No, no, no." frantically Jake began buzzing for the doctor. "Quick someone help me, he's dying."
Holt seemed if anything to be getting colder, his vitals were down real low. Then the machine flat lined. "No! Captain Holt! No you can't die!" Jake let his head rest on Holt's freezing chest.
"Peralta, why are you using me as a pillow?" Holt asked.
Jake straightened in split second. Holt's eyes were now open, he was staring at Jake. "Captain Holt?" Jake murmured.
"Yes?"
"YOU'RE ALIVE!" Jake quickly grabbed hold of Holt and embraced him a tight hug. He was no longer cold. His skin felt like a normal flesh again.
"Peralta, what's going on?" Holt said, pushing Jake back.
"For a moment you were dead."
"Preposterous, I feel fine."
"No, sir I'm serious your body was icy, and your vitals had dropped to nothing."
Holt paused, he looked at the equipment. The alarm had stopped and his heart rate was back to normal. "It was probably just a fault with the machine."
"I'm telling you, it was no fault you were literally freezing."
"What's going on here?" Terry said sleepily. Groaning he sat up in bed. "Where are we?"
Holt's eyes however opened wide, "Jeffords?" He pulled the wires off his body and got out of bed.
"Sir?" Terry replied a bit surprised. Holt walked up to him.
"How you feeling?"
"I'm fine sir, why what's the matter?"
"You took a very serious battery back at that the laboratory. Half the celling fell on you."
Terry's eyes opened wide, as the images flooded back Holt walked up behind him.
"I…I feel fine." Terry finally said, clearly disoriented by that particular flashback.
Holt nodded, "do you mind if I take a look at how the damage is healing."
"No, go ahead sir."
Reaching over, Holt peeled Terry's gown back exposing his upper back. His eyes opened wide in confusion. "There…there's nothing here."
"What?" Terry said.
Confused Jake rushed over to Holt's side; sure enough he had been right. Terry's back looked like it normally did. Perfect, no stitching or bandages what so ever, not even a scar.
"But…but that's impossible." Holt mumbled.
"We must have been unconscious for months," Jake said. "All are wounds have just healed."
"Impossible," Holt replied, "if we have really been inactive for so long, we would be suffering from serious weakened muscles and a massive drop in weight. And even if it had healed their still should be some sort of scaring."
The doorway opened and a doctor came walking in. Upon seeing them he froze. He was a man in his early forties from the looks of it, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a crisp white coat and an earpiece. "What are you all doing up?" he asked.
"Ah, Doctor." Holt said, strolling over to him, "perhaps you could fill us in are present situations?"
The doctor paused, before looking at them uncertainly. "Just play along, tell them they need to go back to sleep. And smile." A voice said. Jake stared in confusion, who had said that?
The doctor twisted his features into a smile. "Are gentlemen, you seem to progressing faster than we expected but I'm afraid you were all seriously injured during the accident, as such I can't allow you to be up on your feet at the moment."
"But we feel fine," Terry said.
"Well you may feel fine, but I'm afraid you were infected with several presently unidentified chemicals during the accident. We had to take in all the survivors, and screen them. So far the chemicals seem harmless, but we need to make sure they don't move through your systems to much."
"Good, good, keep going." The mysterious voice said.
"What about the others?" Jake asked suspiciously.
The doctor paused confused, before carrying on smiling, "oh well many of them have already been cleared and are ready to be released as soon as the final checks are finished. If you want me to find specific names I'll be more than happy to, and then they can come see you later."
"What about are families?" Terry asked.
"Don't worry they have been informed of what is going on and reassured that you are fine. I'm afraid we can't allow guests yet, we're not yet certain the chemicals can't be transferred from your system by perspiration or such human contact," the doctor said, "but as long as the tests come back negative in the next 48 hours you should be cleared to see them again a mere day or so later. Now I have to insist you go back to bed."
Holt and Terry nodded, and clambered back into their beds. Jake didn't move. "Please sir," the doctor said, "I really must insist."
Slowly Jake turned and walked over to the side of his bed. Calmly he climbed back on it.
"Now wait until their down, and then tranquilize them." The mysterious voice spoke, Jakes eyes focused upon the man's earpiece, he knew it was impossible but right now that was the only answer he could see. "Start with the large muscular man, once their out he's got a biopsy appointment in the theatre. Let's see if the tissue grows back or not when its removed in quantity."
Calmly the doctor pulled a syringe out of his pocket, casually he walked off over to Terry. Due to his different angle Terry didn't notice it. "Now Mr Jeffords, I'm going to give you something that will help you sleep, so please don't worry this will only sting a little."
"No!" Jake yelled, jumping out of bed, he grabbed the doctor by the throat and threw him against the far wall. The syringe fell from his hand and rolled across the floor. The doctor groaned and tried to get up. Before he could though Jake dived him, Jake's left fist collided with the doctor's stomach. The doctor went flying right back into the wall, the plaster shattered. He slumped to the ground unconscious.
Jake stared down at his hand in disbelief, how hard he hit him? Strike that, how had he hit him so hard?
"Peralta," Holt yelled. He jumped out of bed and ran to the doctor's side. Bending down he checked his pulse.
"Have you gone insane?" Terry gasped. He ran over to Jake.
"He was going to knock you out." Jake replied,
"Yes, he said he was going to give me something to help me sleep. What the hell man, you just assaulted a civilian!"
"No, you don't understand." Jake replied, "I heard this guy on his earpiece, he was talking about how you've got a bio…bio a something or other, point is they were going cut out open to see if your tissue would grow back."
Terry stared at Jake in disbelief, "Jake, are you feeling okay?" he said softly.
"No, Terry I'm serious I heard it."
"Yes, yes I'm sure you heard a few things, let's get you back to bed." Terry reached forward and grasped Jake by the shoulder, Jake brushed him off.
"I'm telling you that's what I heard."
"Oh my god!" Holt said, both Terry and Jake turned to him. He was holding the marked syringe that the doctor had dropped.
"What is it sir?" Terry asked.
"This is Phenobarbital, and a large quantity at that," he replied, "
"Yeah, I take a lot to knock me out due to my size," Terry replied.
"No you don't understand," Holt said, his voice more serious than normal, "this isn't a normal sedative, Phenobarbital is only supposed to be used to treat serious problems like epilepsy and seizers in children. If he had injected a quantity this large into you it would have almost certainly knocked you into a comma. Anymore would have caused respiratory failure"
"See I told you," Jake replied. "Wait, did you just say respiratory failure."
Terry stared in disbelief, "but…but why would he do that?"
"Something's wrong here." Holt said, "I learned a lot about this substance, when I was on a case ten years ago, some lunatic was using it to abduct women in their twenties, he claimed he was trying to make his own collection of sleeping beauties." Holt paused to think, "Everyone find your clothes we need to find out what's going on here."
Rosa was still violently swaying and shaking; the bed looked like it would collapse under her. The doctor and four men in hazmat's suits were trying to restrain her, but she kept breaking free. Amy and Gina watched in disbelief. Even for Rosa this was getting too much.
"Doctor what's wrong with her?" Amy asked.
"We don't know," the doctor panted, he tapped his earpiece "We need more men in here. Patient 29 is going nuclear."
He turned Amy and Gina, "We're going to have to move the two of you to another room."
"What? We're not leaving Rosa." Amy replied.
"Your friend is in the best hands possible." The doctor replied, "But the fact of the matter is you two could be sick as well, and we can't have you rested here. Please let these nice men help you."
Two large thugs stepped forward "Wait you can't just…"
"Please Miss Santiago; we're only trying to help." The doctor turned back to Rosa, out of his pocket he drew a syringe, and pulled off the plastic top exposing the needle, "this will help Miss Diaz sleep."
"Wait just a minute…" Amy grabbed the doctor on the shoulder, but he pulled away. For just a second Amy's hand brushed against his cheek. Amy's eyes opened wide "oh my god! Get away from her." She screamed.
Grabbing the doctor she threw him away from Rosa. But one of his thugs grabbed her from behind and slammed her against the wall. "Let me go!" Amy screamed. She had taken training to deal with stronger opponents, but the guy was taking no chances and was pressing his whole body directly against her. Pinned to the wall Amy found she couldn't move a muscle. The other thug grabbed Gina, who let out a shriek.
Suddenly Rosa's eyes opened. She let out a great snarl and all four men went flying off her. Standing up on the bed, she jump kicked the doctor. He went flying backwards smashing straight through the wall and into the corridor behind it. Rosa collapsed to the floor; lying there she just stared in disbelief at the hole she had created.
The thug holding Gina threw her to the side, and dived at Rosa. Grasping her off the floor he pushed her back into the wall. Rosa snarled and pushed back, forcing him away from her and knocking him off balance. Now outright growling, Rosa clobbered him in the face. There was a loud cracking noise, the thugs nose exploded, and he hit the ground without uttering a sound.
The last standing thugs eyes opened wide, he began to crush Amy's arm "you…you come any closer and I'll break her in two." He shouted.
Amy screamed, "LET ME GO!" she yelled. Suddenly Rosa's bed jerked forward and crashed straight into the thug. In that moment his grip loosened and Amy slammed her shoulder into him knocking him away from her. Now free Amy spun around. Her elbow collided with the thug's face, shattering his own nose. He howled in agony. Grabbing a hold of him, Amy slammed his head straight down into the metal barrier around her bed. He slumped to the floor unconscious.
Amy and Rosa just stood there panting, their eyes blankly staring at the other.
"Okay, what the hell did I just watch?" Gina asked, "How did you two just do that?"
For the fourth time Boyle got to his feet, wandered around the room, then sunk back on his bed. Hitchcock and Scully were snoring quite happily. The room smelt nice, he had to admit that. He had always been a fan of the smell of rosemary and disinfectant for some reason. But there was nothing in here to do.
Sighing Charles got to his feet for the fifth time, he had tried calling the doctor but no one had showed up. Sighing he walked over to the door and learned against it, what was taking them so long? Why was he in here? What had happened to the others? Was Jake okay? He didn't know, the last time he had seen his friends was just before that…well he didn't know what it was, but whatever it had been had washed straight through them and it had really hurt.
In his sleep Hitchcock suddenly rolled over, his free hand knocked into a glass someone had placed on the table by his bed. Hitting the ground it shattered causing a loud smash. Being caught up in his thoughts, Boyle hadn't noticed, the sound caused him to jump, he fell straight through the door.
Groaning he got to his feet, and tried to walk back through the doorway, only to collide with the still closed door. Stepping back Boyle stared in amazement. Placing his hands against it he tried to push the door open. It wouldn't budge an inch. "But…But…I just fell through it?" he gasped.
"Hey you what are you doing?" a voice shouted, Charles turned to see several men in Hazmat suits standing there before him.
"Oh I was just…" he began.
""Get him, he's trying to escape." Someone yelled, his eyes opening wide Boyle turned and ran for it. The angry men chased after him down the corridor.
Opening the door, Scully and Hitchcock stuck their heads out.
"Wonder what all the noise was?" Scully asked.
"Who cares, let's go find some food." Hitchcock replied.
Jake put his jacket back on, just as Terry walked up to him. "Listen Jake, about saving me from that mad doctor. Thanks."
"No problem sarge,"
Terry nodded, "no I'm serious, I mean when you started talking about hearing his earpiece, I seriously thought you were hearing voices after the accident."
"Yeah, well it…" Jake suddenly paused,
Terry's eyes slowly narrowed, "wait how did you hear him? I never heard anything and I was closer to him than you. Your hearing is nowhere near that good."
"I don't know," Jake replied. "I mean it's strange, I mean it's like…" Jake froze again, his eyes turned to still unconscious said doctor. The wall plaster had shattered when Jake punched him into it. "…how did I break that wall?"
"Probably just adrenaline," Holt replied, "as for the hearing…" he paused, "…well we're look into it later."
Reaching over Holt poured himself a glass of water. However Jake wasn't giving up so easily, his mind was quickly clicking. Too many pieces of the puzzle didn't fit. "The accident," Jake murmured, "oh my god it must have done it."
"What?" Terry said.
"The accident, think about it. It changed me."
"Accident's normally do change people." Holt replied. "Still in time we all heal."
"No I mean, it didn't damage me. I've checked there are no broken bones, no cuts, not even a bruise. It enhanced me."
"Jake," Terry said, "what are you talking about?"
"Come on, it's the premise of hundreds of books, comic books and movies. The hero goes through a freak lab accident, and emerges able to do incredible things."
Terry rolled his eyes, "That's only in fiction. This is real life. Lab explosions don't give people powers they give you third degree burns. Being bitten by a radioactive spider will not let you climb walls, it might give you radiation poisoning, depending on the magnitude. Their is no magic, no mad science, no aliens or ancient forgotten deities who turn out to be your parent. In real life people don't gain powers."
"I know," Jake replied, "I know. But the thing is a lot of the things I know have just been proven wrong. I mean look at him," Jake pointed at the unconscious scientist.
"Jake you're a cop, and I've seen you brawl before, your pretty good." Terry said, "Just last week you broke an enforcer's jaw."
"Yeah and that superhurt my hand, but this didn't and I know I'm not strong enough to punch him that hard."
"Peralta, now's not the time for these childish fantasies," Holt said exasperated. He had only managed to take a single sip of his water, due to focusing on Jake.
"Here I'll prove it," Jake said. He walked over and grasped the bottom of his bed. Kneeling down, he suddenly sprung up. The end of the bed flew upwards, causing the whole contraption to go flying into the wall.
Holt and Terry jumped backwards. "See," Jake said, "Before the lab accident I wasn't even strong enough to refill the water dispenser; hence why I always trick Terry into doing it."
"Wait you mean you were lying when you said you hurt your back in Amy's kitchen last Friday," Terry snapped. "Jake if you weren't strong enough to the job, you could have just asked, I wouldn't have thought any less of you for it."
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Jake began.
"Gentleman, can we focus." Holt snapped. "Now I agree it is clear you are displaying strength that is normally beyond you but…"
"Um sir," Terry said.
"In a moment, Jeffords…Now as I was saying, this is not evidence of you possessing supernatural abilities, it is far more likely that whatever drugs they gave have temporarily allowed you a far greater level of control of your muscle efficiently than what is normal thus explaining for your seeming enhanced strength, I remember reading several articles…"
"But sir,"
"Not now, Jeffords." Holt's tone turned even sterner "…about drugs which had such effects. But carrying on, now is not the time for such ideas, at best we are looking at massive negligence, at worst a genuine conspiracy or even attempted manslaughter, furthermore…"
"Captain!" Terry and Jake said.
"What?" Holt snapped, "why do you keep interrupting me, what is the matter?" Jake and Terry simply pointed at Holt's glass. The water had frozen. Holt's eyes widened, and then he raised it to eye level to make certain it wasn't an illusion. Finally he tipped the glass upside down, and let the frozen block fall out onto the floor.
Slowly he looked up, Jake, Terry and Holt's eyes all met. "Supernatural abilities," they all said at the same time. Afterwards they all just stood in silence; no one was quite sure what to say next. Finally Holt went to speak, but before he could utter a single breath, an alarm began to ring.
"Oh now that can't be good," Terry murmured.
"Come on," Holt yelled, with that the three of them ran out of the room.
Frantically Boyle ran down the corridors, no matter how many turns he took the angry men in hazmat suits seemed to constantly be right behind him. Turning the corner he crashed into a guard, knocking them both to the ground. Snarling the man tried to grab him. Boyle wasn't physically coordinated, but he was still a policeman. With his free hand he punched the man in the neck. Gasping he let go and Charles ran off.
Recovering faster than he would like, the guard joined the hazmat mob. Charles gasped for breath, his heart was burning, and his body was sticky. He couldn't keep on running like this forever. He was now running down a corridor with several windows showing the outside, he turned yet another corner only to come to a dead end. He tried to double back but standing before him was the group. The guard's nickel plated pistol gleamed in the sunlight.
Boyle let out a gulp before running backwards; he really wished he had his gun. There was nothing for it, he just collapsed against the wall and curled up in a ball. More sweat poured down his brow, and part of him wondered if it was from the fear or running. He could hear the footsteps now; they were just around the corner. They were going to get him.
Then suddenly all the colour faded from Boyle's vision, the whole world suddenly shifted into black and white. 'Oh my god, the world's gone colour blind!' he thought, before realising how silly that sounded. Clearly there was something wrong with his eyes.
The group turned the corner. Frantically Boyle shut his eyes and just waited in the darkness for them to grab him or shoot him. But nothing happened. Slowly he opened his eyes. There they were standing right in front of him, staring straight at him, and yet none of them moved.
"Where did he go?" one of the men asked,
"I told you he took that other turn back there," another man snapped.
"Shut up," the final man said, "come on he's getting away," and with that the party ran off back the way they came.
Boyle just sat their staring off into space. "They didn't see me? How didn't they see me? And why am I talking to myself? When did that start?"
After he was sure the cost was clear, he got to his feet and tried to walk down the corridor. But as he reached the windows, suddenly his vision became blinding. Boyle let out a yell and tried to cover his eyes then ran down the rest of the corridor. For some reason the direct sunlight from the window now hurt like the dickens. What was the matter with his vision?
Opening his eyes, Boyle let his vision clear, his eyes still hurt a bit but he could see again. Everything was still in black and white though; it was almost like an x-ray. Not knowing what to do, he opened the first door he found and stepped inside. It was some kind of office, walking over to the desk he tried the computer but it wanted a password.
Carrying on his search Boyle tried the drawers, there was nothing in them but knickknacks. Charles eyes turned to the filing cabinet, its largest drawer proved to be locked. Normally that would be the point he would give up but a combination of fear and confusion pushed him forward. Grasping letter opener he tried to pry the drawer open. Failing he grasped a solid desk ornament and using the letter opener like a chisel, brought it down upon it.
The drawer snapped open. It was filled with patients files. Rushing through Boyle picked out his own and began to read, it was filled with test results that he didn't quite understand. A thought suddenly went through his mind, frantically Charles searched the draw and let out a sigh of relief when he found Jake's file.
They were all here: Jake, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Holt, Gina, Hitchcock, Scully, Wunch, the Vulture, several other officers and multiple people Boyle didn't know. Grabbing his and the others files, Boyle carefully closed the drawer and crept back to the door. It was then he spotted the mirror on the wall. Boyle stared into the mirror, the pile of files floating in mid-air stared right back at him.
Boyle waited for a moment, before screaming.
Amy led the Rosa and Gina down the hallway, the alarm continued to ring. They had to get out of here, turning the corner they saw two dozen men in hazmat suits standing in front of them. Nine guards stood in front of them, three of them were holding guns but the majority of them had batons and Tasers.
Frantically they pointed their guns at them, "Santiago, Diaz, Linetti on your knees your hands behind your heads." One of the guards shouted.
The women froze, "what's going on?" Amy yelled.
"You're sick you need to go back to your room." One of them men in a hazmat suit replied, he stepped forward and Amy guessed he was their leader.
"Oh cut the crap," Rosa yelled, "I just smashed a man through a wall, that's not sickness. What did you do to us?"
"Listen we're only trying to help,"
"If you're trying to help us," Amy began, "then why don't you have your goons put down their guns."
Nobody moved, "I thought so," Amy added.
"Look enough of this, get down," one of the guards shouted. Slowly Amy began to kneel, Rosa was more hesitant, Gina however didn't move.
"I'm not getting now on your dirty floors, you listen her to me I know my rights and…"
"I said get down!" the guard shouted again.
"No," Gina shouted back.
"Down!"
"Make me!"
The guard's eye flared, it was at this point Gina realised she had made a terrible mistake. Snarling the man pointed his gun at her chest.
Rosa suddenly dived in front of her, just as the gun went off. The bullet collided with her torso; she hit the ground with a thump.
"ROSA! NO!" Amy yelled, rushing to her side, Gina kneeled. Groaning Rosa sat up, for a moment she thought it must have missed. Then she saw the bullet hole in her shirt. Amy and Gina starred, she wasn't bleeding. Looking up Rosa smiled.
Jumping to her feet she charged at the men. All three guards open fired. Rosa didn't even flinch. She hit the mob like a wrecking ball causing them scatter. The guards hit her, it knocked her back but she just got back up. They tried to grab her, but she threw them like rag dolls.
"Get them!" the leader shouted.
Amy and Gina looked on in disbelief, taking the hint several men ran for them. One of the guards drew a Taser on Gina; she let out shriek as the cord hit her. But nothing happened, Gina blinked the guard stared, he hit the button a second time, but still nothing happened.
"Oh my god, I'm indestructible to!" Gina squealed, ripping the cord off she charged at the guard. The man clobbered her in the face. Gina hit the ground, "no, I was wrong." She groaned.
Another thug tried to grab Amy, grasping his arm Amy spun it behind his back and using his momentum against him, slammed him to the wall. A second man swung his baton at her; Amy ducked under. Then dived into him, using her entire body to knock him off balance. As he hit the ground, she brought her fist into his head. His helmet hurt her hand, but the intention prevailed.
Amy then heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Right in front of her, one of the armed guards stood; with a cold smile he clasped the trigger. Suddenly a wheelchair went flying into him. All eyes turned, Jake, Holt and Terry stood at the other end of the corridor. With a yell they threw themselves into the brawl.
Holt brought his fist into a man and watched in surprise as he went flying backwards into another one, knocking them both to the floor. A guard tried to break his baton against Jake's head. Grasping his arm Jake threw him backwards, and then spun his fist around knocking another man straight to the floor.
Terry put two men in a chokehold, and with his free leg kicked the final guard down. Another man grabbed Amy from behind. Bringing her elbow into his chest Amy broke free; and spun around then threw him to Jake. Jake smashed his fist into the man's head, causing his helmet to crack right open. Rosa was still tearing through them like a juggernaut. Nothing they hit her with even seemed to faze her. From the smile on her face, she was loving every second of it. Breaking free from the fight Jake ran over and crouched by Gina's side. A bruise where the guard had hit her was already forming. "Amy, look out," Gina suddenly yelled.
Another man had recovered and was right behind her. Suddenly the man went toppling over, Amy watched in confusion as he started to yell, as his head swayed from side to side. Then he collapsed down. Suddenly Boyle appeared on top of him, he paused staring in amazement the colour was back.
"Boyle," Jake happily yelled. There were only a few men still standing now. Holt charged a big fella. He took Holt's blow a lot better than the others, and tried to swing back, however Holt causally blocked and hit him again. This time he was knocked over. Bringing his boot down onto his chest, Holt ensured he wouldn't get up for sometime.
Rosa grabbed two figures, snarling she hoisted them both into the air then slammed them together, and then did again; before throwing them into a wall.
Scully and Hitchcock causally turned the corner and saw the Nine-Nine pummelling the last few men. Shrugging their shoulders they both took a bite of their sandwiches and stood there watching. Realising it was over, one of the last men tried to grab Gina. Jake's eyes narrowed, he ran into the man causing them both to crash into the wall. The plaster shattered from the force.
Taking the last man in a choke hold, Amy threw him to the floor. Perhaps taking the hint, he just lied down and pretended to be unconscious. Jake helped Gina to her feet, and gave her a hug. Spinning around he ran over to Amy. Amy tried to speak, but before she could utter a word Jake grabbed her and began to make out with her, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth. Pulling out he gasped for breath, Amy however wasn't done. Grasping him she pulled his lips back to hers.
The nine-nine huddled together, while Jake hugged Boyle and fist bumped Rosa, Amy turned to Captain Holt "Sir, I'm so glad you're okay."
"As am I for you, Santiago. However okay is an interesting way to describe are present situation."
"Yeah, what's happened to us?" Rosa asked, "Why do I feel like I could bench press a tank?"
"The lab accident," Jake replied, "somehow it gave us these powers."
"Here maybe this will help," Boyle said, retrieving the files from where he put them before joining the brawl. "I found them in a doctor's office."
Suddenly Jake collapsed to his knees, "Jake," Amy, Rosa and Boyle all yelled at once. The others crowded around him. Jake's eyes were burning. Looking up he saw all the colour disappear from his vision. Then as he watched the skin faded away from his friend's bodies, so all he could see was their bones.
Feeling uncomfortable, Jake started down, only to see the floor was now transparent. It was like an X-ray, he could just make out the floor was there, but he could easily see through it down to the level below, apparently they were on the fourth floor. It was then he suddenly noticed something else.
Over three dozen men were running through the front door, as Jake stared at them they seemed to get closer. His gaze could just see through what he assumed was some sort of body armour. In their hands they were all holding rifles and sub-machine guns. "Oh my God!" he yelled, scrambling to his feet.
"Jake what's the matter?" Holt asked, putting his hand on Jake's shoulder.
"Soldiers, three floors below, at least thirty of them all heavily armed." Jake gasped. Looking up at Holt, he was forced to divert his gaze. There was something about seeing a skull's jaw move that made him feel unsettled.
"Jake what are you talking about?" Rosa said.
"I can see through the floor," Jake replied. "We've got to go."
"Hold on, you have X-ray vision?" Amy said.
"Is now a good time to be disbelieving?"
"He's right, it is possible, however a level of scepticism is still to be welcomed. Especially when dealing with the formerly believed to be impossible." Holt replied, calmly he put his hand behind his back "how many fingers?"
"Four." Jake replied,
"Okay, everyone we have to evacuate this building," Holt yelled.
Straining Jake tried to force his vision to shift back to normal, it did begin to change but it wasn't normal. He tried again, this time it was odd, his vision was a series of oranges, red's, blues and purples. His third attempt however actually worked and once again he could see normally.
Quickly, Holt grabbed the medical files off Boyle save one, he began randomly distributing them. "Everyone takes one. Now we have less chance of being captured if we separate, so we split into groups and all meet at 52 Riker's street Queen's, you have exactly one hour starting now. Peralta you take Gina. Santiago you're with Boyle. Jeffords, Scully and Hitchcock. Diaz you're with me."
"Why are we running?" Gina asked, "We just beat a bunch, let's do it again."
"No," Holt replied, "their all armed, they would kill us."
"So? That last bunch shot Rosa and she's fine."
"If you haven't noticed, the rest of us aren't Rosa. We do not all share the same power sets, detective Diaz's quite impressive durability is not the new universal standard."
"Yeah, and even if small arm fire doesn't penetrate my skin any more, doesn't mean large calibre bullets won't," Rosa added.
"Then with any luck we're see each other again in exactly 58 minute, 27 seconds," Holt yelled, "Good Luck."
With that he and Rosa ran off down the corridor, "come one," Terry said. Scully and Hitchcock followed him towards the fire escape.
Jake and Amy gazed at the other, "I'll see you at Riker's," Amy said,
"I won't be late," Jake replied.
Then they kissed again. Jake felt Amy's warm beautiful lips connect against his own. He smelt her beautiful sent. He felt his heart rate going out of control.
Boyle squealed, Gina rolled her eyes "hey lovebirds, can you perhaps do this when we're not on the run from maniac's."
Breaking off, Amy and Jake stared at each other longingly. Suddenly Jake heard the sound of a door being kicked open. "They're on the same floor as us, go!" he yelled.
Amy and Charles ran off down the corridor, turning Jake grabbed Gina by the hand and ran in the opposite direction.
From the crack of her marginally open door Wunch stared in disbelief. Closing the door she walked back to her bed and settled down. Disbelievingly she let the images of what she had just seen run through her mind. What was it Peralta had said? That the lab accident had granted them incredible powers? Surely that was preposterous.
Yet she had just watched a woman who couldn't weigh any more than a 130 max, lift two grown men into the air. She had just seen a man appear out of nowhere, and she had just watched Holt's secretary take the full power of a Taser to her chest and not even notice. Logically none of these deeds should be possible.
Wunch knew she wasn't dreaming, nor was she insane. Thus the only possible explanation was he was right. But that meant what could she do? Cocking a crooked smile, Wunch lied back down on her bed. Something told her she would wait for a while, before sneaking out.
Terry, Scully and Hitchcock clambered down the final ladder, and were once again on solid ground. Scully and Hitchcock had complained the whole way down, but Terry didn't care. His eyes darting around he spied a back alley, "down here," he yelled.
"More running?" Hitchcock groaned. Sighing they followed him into the alley.
Rosa and Holt waited until the last man had run upstairs leaving the lobby empty, before calmly walking out the front door. The man at the desk didn't even look up. Emerging out in front of the hospital, they causally walked down away from the hospital, and outside to the bus stop, after a mercifully shot wait the bus pulled up, and they casually strolled on. Looking back they realised the hospital didn't resemble one, from the outside it looked like an office building.
Jake and Gina ran down the corridor, they honestly had no idea where they were going. Stopping the two of them stared at the map; they were just managing to place themselve, when Jake heard the ding of the elevator opening behind them. Spinning around, Jake saw two guards standing there. Seeing them they quickly went for their guns.
Having one chance, Jake darted forward. He grabbed the closet guy and threw him out of the elevator before he got a chance to draw. The second one managed. Grabbing the pistol Jake wrestled it upwards. The bullet collided with the celling. Pushing forward Jake slammed him into the control panel; then jumped backwards out of the elevator just as the doors closed.
Smiling he turned around, just in time to see the butt of the guards gun coming. Jake hit floor, he tried to get up, only for the guard to pistol whip him a second time. Sprawling there he stared upwards at the guard who let out a chuckle as spun the gun around so now he was looking down the barrel.
Suddenly Gina jumped on him, knocking him to side. Off balance the Guard swayed the side. Gina hadn't been in an actual fight in nearly ten years. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his chest trying to pull him over. Swaying the guard, tried to grab her with his free hand, then suddenly brought the gun straight up into Gina's head. The force caused her to lose her grip and she fell onto the floor.
Snarling the guard kicked her and pointed his gun at her head. But before he could do anything else, Jake grabbed him. Twisting his arm back he pulled the gun from his hand, and then smashed his fist into the guard's stomach. He sprawled backwards. Jake's foot swung into his head.
"Gina! Gina, are you okay?" she didn't reply. Leaning down Jake looked over her, she was out and potentially concussed. Pausing for a moment Jake wondered how many people he had hit in the head today, would also be suffering from head wounds; before quickly bending down and slumping her over his left shoulder.
Gina wasn't heavy, but really she now felt like she was near weightless. With his right hand he picked up the guards gun. It was a Berretta 92FS, Jake always preferred a Glock, but it would do. Carrying Gina he made his way to the stairs, he was about to open the door, when suddenly heard the sound of a dozen feet running up the steps.
Turning Jake tried to run back the way he came, but just as he was turning the corner a voice shouted out "there! Get him." Five soldiers came running at him, frantically Jake open fired. His spray of bullets didn't hit anyone but they caused the men to hit the ground. Spinning on his heals Jake took the last option available to him and ran up the stairs.
Pushing open the side door Amy and Boyle ran out into the street. Panting for breath the two stopped; only for two guards to suddenly walk round the corner. Grabbing Boyle, Amy broke into an all-out sprint away from then. She heard the sound of bullets whizzing past her. As they turned the corner, part of a brick in the wall exploded from a stray bullet. They emerged into another alley.
Looking around Amy spied a van parked at the end; a person was just getting into it. Together the two of them ran for it. The bewildered owner stared as the two of them dived into the backseat. Looking up at him Amy quickly shouted, "I'm detective Amy Santiago of the 99th Precinct of New York Police Department, badge number 98204, and I'm terribly sorry about this but those two are about kill us so drive!"
Spinning around the man saw the two guards advancing on them, guns drawn. His face turned white, slamming his foot down on the accelerator the van shot forward. Sitting back Amy let out a sigh of relief.
Jake ran up the second flight of stairs, the soldiers were still right behind him. Despite all he had been through, it was only now he was starting to get tired. Before him he saw a door, pushing it open Jake emerged onto the hospital's roof. The bright sun gleamed down on him. Frantically he ran to the edge.
He was six stories in the air, turning he ran to the opposite edge, and then the other two. No fire escape, pausing Jake turned to face the door. He couldn't hear anyone now, but he knew the soldiers were right behind him. He silently made a note to figure out how this new super hearing thing worked when he had more time. Jake checked his Beretta, nine bullets left. By Jake's count there were at least eleven soldiers on those stairs.
So even if he could make each shot, he still wouldn't be able to take them all out. Jake doubted that even with superpowers he would be able to kill even two of them before they shot him. Pausing Jake looked around. He then looked at Gina; he listened into her soft gentle breathing. He had to get her out of here. Get her to safety, but how? All around it looked hopeless, but one idea stuck in his mind.
Taking a deep breath Jake stepped onto the ledge. Bellow him he could see the tarmac, the rock hard black tarmac. He took a deep breath. The door burst open, eleven soldiers slowly exited; each one had their gun pointed at him.
"You, drop your weapon. Get off the ledge. Put the woman down. Then on your knees, and put your hands behind your head. In that order! Now!"
Jake looked at the barrels of all eleven different guns. He only needed two seconds and he would be Swiss cheese. It was then he noticed the strangest symbol on each of the soldier's uniforms. It looked like a rod with snakes around it, with a Hawk perching on top.
"Well, gentlemen," Jake began, if this was the end he wanted to go out saying something cool, "it's been a pleasure. But, in the words of the man himself…" Jake paused, he gulped and gave a silent prayer that this would work, or at the very least it would be over too quick to hurt "…Up, up and away!" and with that Jake jumped backwards off the ledge.
As fell he began to scream. Frantically the soldiers ran over to the edge, all turned their heads down just in time. Suddenly Jake shot up past them, all eyes stared as he flew off into the air, until he was only a little blip that disappeared in to the distance.
Okay I hope you enjoyed reading that, Chapter Three will be finished sometime in the next week or so.
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