Spook
Blakesley drove steadily back to Tulsa, mind already working on how to pacify Christina and get her back to Nevada.
~*~*~*~
Christina sipped from her cup of coffee as she started to look through the help wanted ads. She needed a job. She started to circle a few that might be worthwhile.
RK purred at her feet.
"So, what do you think, cat?"
"I'm proud of your iniative."
"Hmm..."
~*~*~*~
Christina spent most of the day tramping around town. Driving, really. RK got bored and left to go hunting while she did so.
That meant she was alone when Blakesley turned up.
She sighed as she walked down the street, looking through the paper for any jobs she might have missed. She didn't find any, so she stuck it in a convenient trash can.
Blakesley got out of his car and followed her, fingering the chloroform soaked cloth in his pocket.
When she passed an alley, he moved up behind her and clamped the cloth to her mouth.
Christina struggled briefly, managing to land a few good hits before she collapsed.
Blakesley moved her to his car, then started driving back to Nevada.
~*~*~*~
It was late afternoon by the time he reached his father's house again, verging on evening.
He moved Christina inside with a minimum of fuss, her still totally dead to the world.
"I'm back, Father."
Blakesley moved down the hallway, easily balancing Christina on his shoulder as her black hair swept the floor.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father looked up as he was just about to close the door on Christian, an empty glass in his hand.
"So you are," he replied, raising an eyebrow, "Christina Terry, I presume?"
Christian's eyes darted to the door again as he heard Blakesley's voice.
Blakesley.
"Indeed," Blakesley said.
Christina moaned faintly, head moving slightly.
"And I had better get her restrained before she wakes up completely."
Blakesley moved past his father into the room and started to secure Christina against the St Andrew's Cross.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Oh great," Christian rolled his eyes when he saw who it was, "did you have to bring her in here? Can't she have her own room?"
He twisted the undamaged wrist and looked to the door. Kaleb's father came in and bolted it shut behind him, before taking his place in the wheelchair again.
Blakesley.
"There is only the one room," Blakesley said dryly.
He slapped Christina's face to make her wake up.
She yelped and her head shot up to look around dazedly.
"Hello, Christina," Blakesley said.
"Well, shit..." Christina drawled, hands moving in her restraints.
"And I guess I'm supposed to know who you are too?"
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian rolled his eyes again, turning his head away from her. Great, now she was just going to get him more pissed off. Not that Christian had ever had a problem with that... until he'd started to take the brunt of it.
Blakesley's father watched on thoughtfully.
Blakesley.
Blakesley studied her thoughtfully.
"Your eyes...they're green."
"Your point?" Christina quipped through her rising fear.
Christian
"Maybe you never noticed before because she was wearing shades," Christian glared at Blakesley, "her eyes weren't black for evry long you know. I did tell you that. And you never saw them black anyway."
He turned away again, not particularly interested in Blakesley's reaction.
Blakesley.
"I saw them on that tape...briefly, but it was there."
Blakesley gave her another look, then went over to the cupboards.
Christina's eyes darted around frantically. A litany of curses tumbled through her mind. She must have really pissed people off. RK, where are you?
Blakesley took a needle and slowly drew out a blood sample. Then he slit the front of her top open and started to make the preperations to flay some of her skin off.
"Holy F*CK!" Christina hissed, fingers curling and uncurling.
Christian
Christian looked confused for a moment.
Normally by now, Christina would be cussing at full volume and bad- mouthing Blakesley to hell and back. This was... unusual.
He couldn't help but chuckle a little when she yelled.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I wish I, f*ck, actually remember what I did to, shit, deserve this. I bet it was f*cking fun," Christina said through gritted teeth as Blakesley slowly peeled back the skin on her stomach.
Blakesley cocked an eyebrow at her as he placed the square of skin in a sealed and sterilized container.
"Slight case of amnesia, Christina?"
"Could say that...F*CK, YOU SICK M*THERFUCKING BASTARD!"
Christina's head slammed backwards against the headpiece of the Cross as Blakesley broke one of her fingers with a crack.
"Such language..." Blakesley tsked.
"F*CK YOU, YOU TWISTED PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!" Christina snarled, voice rising as he pressed his fingers into the wound on her stomach.
Christian
Christian broke out laughing at Christina's shouts. If only she knew she was giving him exactly what he wanted.
Blakesley's father regarded Christian coldly, debating whether or not to cut him open.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Glad to know my pain is causing you so much amusement, you f*cking loser," Christina said, wincing slightly.
"How did you lose your memory, and how much do you actually remember?" Blakesley asked, intrigued.
"Go f*ck a sheep, no woman would ever stand still."
Christina glared at him, green eyes spitting sparks.
"I think I can change your attitude."
"Go jerk off, rid yourself of some of your-uhh!"
Christina's head turned to the side as he slapped her hard across the face. She raised her head and spat blood at him.
Christian
"Now that's more like it," Christian raised his eyebrows, smiling.
"There's my Christina. Pissed as ever and bad-mouthing her life away."
Christina & Blakesley.
"And why the hell would I be your anything?" Christina snapped, before jerking her head around and trying to take a bite out of Blakesley's face. She nearly succeded, teeth coming together with an audible click.
"Nasty temper," Blakesley said, moving away.
"So, since you two seem to know who I am, a little return courtesy would be nice."
"Well, my name is Blakesley. And that would be Christian."
"Pleasure to meet y'all, I'm sure," Christina said sarcastically.
Christian
"You would be my something, because I didn't $#!+ you all those times for nothing," Christian said snidely.
He glared at Blakesley, then turned away again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Well, y'all must have been pretty forgettable because I don't remember either of you," Christina said, eyeing Blakesley warily as he came back with a loop of string in his hands.
"Allow me to refresh your memory then," Blakesley said nearly pleasently, before he dropped the noose over her throat and drew it tight.
Christina glared at him as she started to gasp for breath.
Christian
"Now that I've seen before."
Christian watched her gasping for breath and chuckled. It was like Blakesley was doing the work for him, even though Christian knew he wouldn't kill her. On purpose.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley watched as her lips turned blue, eyes watering uncontrollably as she struggled for breath. He loosened the noose and she started to cough great hacking coughs.
"Remember anything new?"
"I'm glad I forgot who you are...you're a f*cking bore. And he's an asshole."
Christian
"Well I'm so glad you think so," Christian grinned, "it'll make it ever so much more fun when I kill you. Before it was all 'I'm not gonna kill you, I might cut you though'."
He rolled his eyes, thinking back.
"This makes my task easier."
Christina & Blakesley.
"Everyone just seems to feel this need to kill me. I must have pissed an almighty amount of people off," Christina said dryly, watching Blakesley as he rummaged through the cupboards.
"Though that girl in Tulsa just threatened me with a knife then ran away."
Christian
"Who, Mouse?" Christian frowned, "I know she carries a knife with her."
He twisted his wrists as he watched Blakesley.
"And you damn well pissed me off for a start. And I quote: 'How to piss Christian Thomas off in ten easy lessons. I could make a mint'."
Christina & Blakesley.
"She said her name was Chloe," Christina said, taking her eyes off Blakesley for a moment.
Blakesley heated a knife slowly, keeping his back to her and his movements hidden.
Christian
Christian's eyes widened.
"And you stay the $#!+ away from Chloe," he fumed, clenching his fist and trying to sit up.
A strap over his chest held him down and he grunted in frustration before laying down again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Funny, she said the same thing about you...for god's sake, I didn't touch her."
Christina rolled her eyes.
"Wouldn'tve anyway...even if she did try to cut me with the knife."
Blakesley raised an eyebrow slightly as he came back over and laid the blade against her stomach. Christina cussed as the scent of burning flesh filled the room.
"Doesn't sound like you, Christina..."
"And I don't give a flying f*ck about what I would've done before. You, however, I'm going to enjoy watching RK rip your face to pieces."
"And who is RK?"
"RK's my cat."
Christian
"RK stands for Road Kill," Christian murmured, having quietened as his thoughts turned to Chloe.
He turned away again and closed his eyes, wondering what she and Steel were doing at that moment.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Interesting choice of name," Blakesley said, leaning the knife further into Christina's stomach.
"Hey, the cat said that was his name," Christina said, twisting away from the knife as far as she could.
"And you expect me to believe that?" Blakesley asked dismissingly.
"Believe or not, you're the one he's going to maim."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"The cat can't talk," Christian shook his head, "just shut the hell up, Chris."
Blakesley's father watched Christian for a moment, then slowly stood from his wheelchair.
Christina & Blakesley.
"As I said, believe what you want."
Christina rolled her eyes slightly as Blakesley moved away again. She watched the older man warily.
"Were you this much of a dick the last time we talked? Maybe I blocked the whole thing in a desire to save my sanity. Freak with the knife would come under that category. Should ask Tanya..."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"And you can stay the $#!+ away from Tanya too," Christian gulped slightly, his eyes on Blakesley's father.
The old man stopped by Christian's side, and pulled out the dagger he'd kept since the other day. It still had traces of dried blood on the blade.
He carefully lay the blade against the soft skin of Christian's throat.
"Who are Chloe and Tanya?" he asked softly, tilting his head to the side, "you're afraid for them..."
"I am not afraid," Christian glared, his fist clenching again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"I wouldn't hurt her. She helped me," Christina said.
Blakesley picked up a whip thoughtfully.
"Concern for someone other then yourself, Christian? How very novel...and why would Tanya help you?"
"Kindness of her heart? How the f*ck do I know? She did, and I'm grateful."
Christina pulled on the restraints again, glaring at Blakesley.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Last I heard from Tanya she was ready to kill you too. I don't know why the $#!+ she'd help you when you had a death warrant on your head."
Christian flinched slightly as Blakesley's father lowered the dagger's blade into his neck a little, but not enough to cut.
"My question wasn't answered. Who are they?"
When Christian didn't answer, he looked up at Blakesley.
"Kaleb?"
Christina & Blakesley.
"Shows how much you know...because she did," Christina said.
"Tanya is a telepath. She did work for the YIRAAS as an agent...but not anymore."
Blakesley trailed the thongs of the whip against Christina's shoulder.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian's glare was meant for Christina.
"You've known Tanya for all of five minutes. I've been living with her for the past few months. I think I'd know her better than you, so don't $#!+ with me," he cussed.
"Shh..." Blakesley's father almost whispered, as he trailed the blade down Christian's chest.
Christian shivered, but didn't let it get to him.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina shuddered as the metal tips on the whip fell coldly against her skin. Goddamn it. RK, where the hell are you when I need you...
Blakesley leant in, watching the fear in her eyes.
"Now that you don't remember...you're more afraid. You don't know what anything's going to feel like..." Blakesley whispered to her.
The corner of Christina's mouth twitched slightly.
"No smart comebacks?"
"You're not smart enough to understand them, so I'm not going to waste them on you."
Christina closed her eyes and leant her head back against the beam of the cross. She hummed under her breath slightly. Blakesley drew back and brought the whip down hard against her stomach. She jerked slightly but he didn't get any other reaction. Her humming stayed the same level throughout.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian jumped a little but remained silent at the crack of the whip.
"Who is Chloe?" Blakesley's father began in a barely audible voice as he leant over Christian.
The blade played over his skin, every now and then dipping enough to cut a little.
"And why should I tell you?" Christian squinted.
Blakesley's father hesitated for a moment, considering the placing of the dagger. He brought it back up to Christian's neck.
"We can always find other means."
Christina & Blakesley
Blakesley brought the whip down on Christina's shoulders, the thongs curling around her neck. Blood started to drip down to the floor. She jumped slightly but kept her eyes closed and her face serene.
"Stubbornness merely makes me try harder," Blakesley said, before he took his knife and commenced taking off the rest of Christina's clothes, leaving her in just her panties. The whip came down against her legs.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"And shouldn't I know that?" Christian raised an eyebrow, his eyes not leaving Blakesley's father.
The old man lifted the dagger and rested its tip against Christian's forehead, revealing a single drop of blood. Christian closed his eyes, just in case.
"You care about Chloe. I want to know who she is," he said softly.
"You'll never find her."
Christina & Blakesley.
"I would try Tulsa first..." Blakelsey said slowly.
"Seeing as how that's where I discovered Christina."
"And I'm guessing the guy she called Steel would kill you."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Steel?" Christian would have frowned, but he'd probably cut his forehead up something bad.
"Yes... yes, he would. But Steel has a habit of killing off anyone that annoys him too much."
He twisted his wrists, as Blakesley's father lifted the knife away. Christian opened his eyes again as the old man trailed the dagger across his stomach instead.
Christina & Blakesley.
Blakesley wondered what he could do to gain a reaction from Christina. He trailed the whip softly down her side, noting the almost impercitable shudder.
"I wonder...what will it take to make you break?"
"MOre then you've got, freak boy."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Don't worry Chris, they still haven't figured out that I'm not going to either," Christian breathed, shivering slightly.
Blakesley's father smiled as Christian's body shivered, then stood back. He took the knife over to his wheelchair and sat down again, staring at the blood on the blade silently.
Christian groaned and closed his eyes, feeling one of the toes on his burnt foot twitch.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Oh joy."
Christina's hand twitched briefly as Blakesley dragged a knife up her ribcage.
"So, they really are as stupid as they look?"
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Hell yes."
Now that Blakesley's father was nowhere near him, he didn't have to hold back.
"I've been here for about two weeks already."
Blakesley's father tapped his walking cane again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"And yet they haven't killed you yet because you're so annoying..."
Christina hissed slightly as Blakesley sprayed an antiseptic liquid over her wounds.
"My chances of survival just keep looking better."
When Blakesley came near her again, she whipped her head around and nearly managed to catch his shoulder in her teeth.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I'm annoying?!" Christian exclaimed, "things have been quiet all day and the second you walk in you start pissing them off. Thanks a $#!+ing lot."
Even without her memory she was good at pissing him off.
Christina & Blakesley.
"And of course it's my fault of some loony with a knife and an inferiority complex kidnaps me off the street. And I didn't walk in, I was carried."
Christina glared at Blakesley, who massaged his forehead lightly, feeling like he was going to have a headache soon.
"What *is* your big f*cking deal anyway?"
Blakesley drew himself up slightly.
"It is my art."
"Ever thought of trying a new...f*ck...career path?" Christina gritted out as he pressed the newly reheated blade to the underside of her arm.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Still a $#!+ing smartass..." Christian murmured, turning away.
There was really no time for this kind of crap.
Blakesley's father ran his finegrtips over the blad of the dagger, then looke dup at Christian again.
"I still wish to know who Chloe is..." he began again, "you seem... connected with her somehow. Is she special to you...?"
"None of your $#!+ing business."
Christina & Blakesley.
"I'm glad to see...f*ck...some character traits, are, shit, independent of my memory, christ."
Christina closed her eyes and panted rapidly for a few moments as Blakesley kept burning her all over her body.
"It would appear so..." Blakesley said dryly.
"Do you know who Chloe is?"
"No f*cking idea...and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, you sad twisted piece of shit."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father stood once more, and made his way back over to Christian.
"Give the $#!+ up, I'm not telling you who she is," Christian raised his eyebrows.
Blakesley's father seemed to ignore him as he brought the blade down onto his stomach. He slipped it under a thin layer of skin, and twisted it slightly.
Christian cringed, squeezing his eyes shut, refusing to cry out.
Christina & Blakesley.
Christina blinked slightly as Blakesley laid the white hot blade to the underside of her breast and held it there. She let out a slow breath, fighting for composure.
"Scream for me."
"Go f*ck yourself."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father rolled his eyes at his son. Didn't he just finish telling him that these weren't the type of people who would be told what to do?
He lifted the skin on Christian's stomach just a little further, noticing Christian's body jolt slightly as he struggled not to cry out.
Christina & Blakesley.
Not gonna scream, not gonna scream, not gonna scream, Christina chanted silently to herself as she endured what Blakesley was doing. Dammit, not screaming. Not giving him the satisfaction. Well, not again.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Tears, Christina?" Blakesley purred.
She ignored him, staring straight ahead.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"God dammit!" Christian hissed as he pulled on his ankle restraints, "I'm not $#!+ing telling you who she is, alright?! You'll never $#!+ing find her, so give the $#!+ up!"
Blakesley's father tilted his head slightly.
"We don't have to give up anything that we do not wish to," he said softly, lifting the skin further.
Christian bit into his bottom lip.
Christina & Blakesley.
"You won't remember what you did to Rebekah..." Blakesley mused.
"I don't. How many times do I have to tell you this?"
Christina slammed her head backwards against the beam.
"All I remember is general stuff. Who's president for example. Things about the world. About my personal life? Nada. Zero. Zip. You could show me a picture of my mother and I'd have no idea who she was. I couldn't even tell you if I had siblings or not."
Blakesley drew the point of the knife around one of Christina's breasts, before drawing it downwards towards her crotch.
"Well, it was actually Christian who excised her breast. You...just finished the job off."
"Bully for me."
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Christian glanced over at Blakesley, then looked to the ceiling again. He cringed as the skin was lifted further, and felt blood running down his side.
"And yet you still blamed me for killing her," he breathed, before cringing again.
Christina & Blakesley.
"By the time you turned her over to Christina...her death was only a matter of time," Blakesley said distantly.
He carefully cut a circle around both of Christina's breasts. She winced slightly.
"As I don't wish you to die yet...I'll leave what Christian did for another time."
"Hoorah," Christina said dryly, corner of her mouth twitching.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Don't hold back," Christian insisted, flinching again.
"For $#!+'s sake..."
He hit his head on the table.
"Just $#!+ing kill her and save me the trouble."
Christina & Blakesley.
"Consider her prescence a minor irritant," Blakesley said.
"And how long is it going to take you to realize that it is not your will that rules here? For that...she may live another week or so."
Christina rolled her eyes, then returned her face to its impassive stare.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"Oh if you dont kill her, I certainly will," Christian insisted, raising his eyebrows, "I've been wanting to ever since... $#!+!"
Christian tried to curl his body in as Blakesley's father began to make gill-like cuts into his stomach.
Christina & Blakesley.
"See, this is the thing about losing your memory. You forget who you have to avoid," Blakesley said as he went over to the cupboards.
"Although I would dearly love to know exactly how you managed to annoy him so much..."
"I probably insulted his masculinity," Christina said, eyeing him.
"So far he seems like the type of guy to take that badly."
Blakesley chuckled dryly as he picked up a leather case and unzipped it. He took a pair of alligator clamps from it and walked back over. Her breath came out in an explosive rush as he fixed them onto her nipples.
"Somehow I don't think that's it."
"Well, I might have known him before, but I don't now. Well. Not the way I *obviously* did before. Crude comments not withstanding."
"Christian's not the only one with a filthy mouth."
"You're obviously very sheltered. Real...I'd say Mama's boy, but I just don't see that. Real Daddy's boy then."
Blakesley started to adorn her body with silver clamps. Blood droplets sprang to the surface underneath their cruelly tight teeth.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I've been called a girl often enough to know that I had some connection to Taylor $#!+ing Hanson," Christian cursed as Blakesley's father continued to cut into him.
"And he is a Mama's boy. His mother told him not to go into alleyways with strangers..."
Christina & Blakesley.
"Well, that statement made the type of sense that's not. How the f*ck are you, christ, connected to Taylor Hanson?" Christina asked with some confusion.
"Because he's a *clone* of Taylor Hanson," Blakesley informed her.
"Modified slightly."
"And that, oh f*ck, still makes no sense what so ever."
"Did you lose your intelligence when you lost your memory?"
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"She obviously remembers his $#!+ing name without the $#!+ing face," Christian cursed, his body jolting every now and then as he tried to hold himself down.
"Not that she didn't lose her intelligence long before her $#!+ing memory."
Blakesley's father glanced across at his son, then went back to his work.
Christina & Blakesley.
"Taylor Hanson...of Hanson, the band. F*ck, that stings," Christina hissed as Blakesley dripped acid on her arm.
"More then that..."
"Mmmm..."
Blakesley looked thoughtful and went over to a cabinet. When he opened it, it was full of canisters and vials. He looked them over, and finally selected one.
"What the f*ck is that?" Christina asked as he got a syringe and slowly drew a reddish fluid from it.
"It's a hypnotic. I want to see exactly what you do remember...and how you lost your memory. Why you aren't displaying the powers you showed at the complex my cousin was working at."
"F*CK OFF! NO!"
Christina could only watch as he slowly inserted the needle into a vein and depressed the plunger. With a low moan, her head fell forward as the drug began to take effect.
"It will take an day or so for the drug to take full effect. She won't be conscious until it does. So I'm going to start running analyses on the blood and other samples I've taken," Blakesley informed his father.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"And thank $#!+ing God for that," Christian cringed as Blakesley's father twisted the knife a little.
"$#!+."
Blakesley's father smiled a litle, then went to the sink to wash the dagger free of his blood.
"Very well," he said softly, "perhaps we could continue another time, young Christian."
"Go $#!+ yourself you old bastard."
Blakesley.
"Didn't your father figure teach you respect for your elders?" Blakesley chided lightly as he started to clean up.
He studied one of the knives he had used, then put it in the tray to start disinfecting.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"This may come as a shock to you, but I am twenty years old. If I respected everyone older than me, I would be getting absolutely nowhere in life."
He tugged on the straps over his wrists as he glanced at Christina, then looked toward the door again.
"I don't mind," Blakesley's father shrugged, "I've learnt to disregard such insults."
Christina & Blakesley.
"As you say, Father...
Blakesley shook his head slightly as he started to clean the whip. He looked at Christina, and debated whether to take the clamps off or not.
Her fingers twitched briefly, curling slightly.
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father began to dry the dagger off slowly, as he did everything.
Christian took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Then he opened them to keep his eye on the two men, even though he guessed it was over for a while at least.
"So Christian..." Blakesley's father began, turning to face him, "is Chloe still in Tulsa?"
Christian glared.
"You're not going to find her."
Blakesley.
"I don't think Christina is as strong as she was...I wonder how long it will take for her to tell me everything she knows?"
Blakesley held a knife to the light and eyed it carefully/
Christian & Blakesley Snr
"I couldn't tell you..." Blakesley's father began softly, "because I never knew her before. Young Christian however, I am starting to get used to."
Christian scowled and turned away.
"But as with anyone... under these circumstances it should not be long. I still do have some truth serum if you need it, although I do believe you said it did not work on the first Dathrian..."
Blakesley.
"While it is harder this way...it is ultimately more rewarding.
Blakesley finished cleaning up and went over to Christina. He rolled one of her eyelids up and checked her pupil dilation. Progressing nicely. Her heartbeat was dropping as it should as well...
Christian & Blakesley Snr
Blakesley's father nodded slightly, then went to replace the dagger into the cupboard. Having done that, he made to leave the room.
"If you do get any hint as to who this Chloe is... do tell me," he smiled slightly.
"$#!+ you," Christian glared.
The old man laughed, and left the room.
Blakesley.
Blakesley got a glass of water and slowly fed it down Christina's unresponsive throat.
"So...my father seems to have taken quite a shine to you, in his own way..." he said slowly.
Christian
"Sorry I couldn't return the favour," Christian grunted, wishing he could reach his stomach.
It had been practically shredded in a small part.
"How long is she going to be here?"
Blakesley.
"Once I'm convinced I've learnt all I can...I'll see how long it takes her to die."
Blakesley put the cup down and moved to the door. He shut it behind him with a final click.
Christian
Christian groaned, closing his eyes. Well that was a relief. He wouldn't have to put up with her for much longer then.
He twisted his right wrist a little, feeling that the strap was practically soaked with his sweat. At least it was cool on his body.