Bastet's children and Mouse
The three children of Bastet took hold of their innate magick and stepped through the veil to Olympus. Mouse was wandering the gardens of Hera, hand on her stomach and thinking thoughts to her children. The peacocks screamed as Sabre, Priss and Nyx landed on their feet on the slope near Mouse.
"Kitties!" Mouse ran to them. "Take me home, oh please, take me home!"
"That's what we're here for." Nyx grinned and took Mouse's hand.
"Tay has been most distraught," Priss said softly.
"And we are most vexed with our mother," Sabre growled as Priss took Mouse's other hand. "She had NO right!"
I had every right. Bastet corrected them. The three godlings drew closer together and put Mouse in the middle of them. She is mine.
"Did you ask her?" Nyx hissed.
She has no say.
"Take me home," Mouse pleaded. "I want my Pack!"
"You heard her, let's go, lovelies." Sabre looked at his mother with disgust. "Never have I been so ashamed to be my mother's son."
Never have I been thwarted thus by the three of you, for a *mortal*!
"She is our friend, and we love her," Priss said in defiance. The three cats faced off with their mother, eyes spitting sparks. "We cannot condone this."
You have no say in this either.
"I think thou art mistaken. And I do say unto thee, that do we three catch the barest scent of thee around our Mouse, we will take this to Ra."
Bastet's tail lashed and her eyes narrowed to golden slits. You wouldn't.
"Oh, I would," Nyx said.
"And I," Sabre agreed.
"And most certianly I," Priss said. "We are in accordance on this. Find some other way to work thy will. Thee wilt not have anything to do directly with this mortal any longer."
So be it. Bastet vanished and Mouse started to cry in relief.
"Let's get you home, lovely," Sabre said and he put a hand on her shoulder. The four disappeared from Olympus to reappear in the backyard of the Hanson house. Sabre, Priss and Nyx sank to the ground slowly, exhausted beyond words, forms sliding into their true shapes as even the disguise of human shape became too much to keep a hold of.
Taylor
Taylor felt her.
"JANE?!" he exclaimed, his face going white.
He bolted from his bed and downstairs, out the back door.
"JANE!" he cried when he saw her.
He bolted for her and wrapped his arms around her, almost knocking both of them over.
Mouse
Mouse started to cry in great hiccuping sobs. "I'm back, I'm back, oh Tay, I missed you so much." She wrapped her arms around him and the two canine members of her Pack pressed up against her legs. "It's been so long..."
"Two months for you, a day here," Priss informed then, before gathering her siblings by eye. "We will let you be." They disappeared.
Taylor
"It felt like a lifetime anyway," Taylor shook his head, then cupped her face in his hands and planted a kiss on her lips.
"I was so worried... but I knew they'd keep you safe. I just... I'm so glad you're back," tears welled as he almost laughed in relief.
Mouse and Spook
"Oh, I was safe but bored. I started learning Greek. And how to read and write it. But I missed you, and I needed you. It was perfect there, but it didn't have you in it." Mouse brushed the tears from his cheeks, ignoring the ones pouring her own eyes. "J'adore tu..."
Let's leave them alone for a couple of minutes. Bets suggested.
Good idea. The two canines loped into the house.
~*~*~*~
"Get ready to move," Christina mumured into her mouthpiece. The hunter had gone hightech and was now in charge of her own operation, She was getting paid well for Mouse's return, and she'd be paid more for a full Dathrian male...of which Taylor was one.
Taylor
"Greek," Taylor nodded, trying to hide his smile, "cool. I like that. ¸ôóé ôá ðüóá åëëçíéêÜ îÝñåôå;"
He ran his fingers through her hair, before leaning in to kiss her again.
MOuse and Spook
"Λίγο, ακριβώς λίγο," Mouse said, tremulous smile on her lips.
~*~*~*~
"Let's move. The male first," Christina swung into action and the members of her team followed her. A dart hissed through the air and into Taylor's neck.
Taylor
Taylor's hand flew to his neck as he pulled out the dart and stared at it.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, closed it, and looked up at Mouse.
"Run," he urged tiredly, before collapsing into a dead faint.
Mouse and Spook
Mouse stared at him in horror, then bent to try and drag him inside. A dart soon flew into her neck as well and she crumpled across his body.
"Let's clean up and get the hell out of here." Christina smiled in cold satisfaction as the limp bodies of Mouse and Taylor were loaded into an ambulance. Sirens wailing, they headed towards the airport in record time. Christina supervised the transfer, and then she was flying in a private plane to Nevada. She got paid, and she left.
~*~*~*~
Mouse struggled back into consiousness and started to scream in terror. White walls! And she was tied down! Her screams reverberated off the walls as she tried to get free.
Taylor
Taylor awoke feeling groggy, and tried to lift his hand to his head. Realizing he couldn't, he looked down.
"HOLY...!" he cut himself off, jumping up, but not being able to sit up.
He stared at the cuffs on his wrists, his eyes wide. Then he saw Mouse over the other side of the room.
"Jane?!" he cried, struggling slightly, "Jane, Jane... are you ok?!"
Mouse
"Taylor! Ok, tied down and *way* hysterical, and I have the headache from hades, but ok, I think." Mouse sniffled.
^^^MOTHER!^^^
"Shh, honies, it's alright. It's alright."
Taylor
Taylor sighed with relief and closed his eyes.
"It's ok," he reassured the babies in a language he didn't know.
He turned to Mouse, then looked towards the only door.
"Where the hell are we?"
Mouse
"A place you'll never leave," a man said as he walked in the door. Mouse started to moan in fear.
"Nonononononono..."
"Welcome back, Jane." He smiled coldly, and then put a hand on her stomach. Mouse tried to merge with the wall. The babies screamed in fright. "How are your little passengers coping?"
Taylor
Taylor watched the man silently as he entered the room. That was, until he touched Mouse...
"Get your hands off her!" he exclaimed, balling his hands into fists.
He tried to sit up further, but straps on his ankles were holding him down.
Mouse
"Get away from me!" Mouse screamed in hysteria.
Blakesley smiled coldly. "I do need to check up on the progress of my experiment, Jane. I wouldn't expect you to know, never having finished high school..." His hands kept roving over her stomach, ignoring Taylor. "Hmm...you seem to be further along then I would have thought. Interesting."
Taylor
Taylor cringed, the pull against his wrists reminding him all too well of his stay with Craig.
"Get AWAY from her!" he insisted, struggling, "do you have ANY idea about who we socialize with?! You don't even know who the hell I am!"
MOuse
"Please god, please god, please god, no, no, no, oh god please no," Mouse sobbed.
"Who you are is unimportant. It is *what* you are that is important now. A full Dathrian male..." Blakesley mused.
Taylor
Taylor hesitated as what he said sunk in.
"You bastard," he seethed, "let her go. We haven't done anything to you. Why the hell are you so freaking insistant?!"
Mouse
"But you have something of mine," Blakesley said as he moved away from Mouse. "Three somethings, to be exact."
"I swear to GOD I will kill you before you lay one hand on my children," Mouse spat. Blakesley chuckled.
"Let's review whose in the position of power here, shall we? I believe it would be...me."
Taylor
Taylor continued to fume as he twisted his wrists in an effort to loosen the straps.
"So what the hell are you going to do to us, and how did we get here in the first place?" he demanded with a glare.
Mouse
"That has yet to be decided, so you at least have a few days grace," Blakesley said thoughtfully. "Jane, of course, will be treated well until her children have some to term. And then we shall see what we shall see."
"Bastard!"
"My parents were happily married for two years before I was born, so, no." Blakesley checked Taylor's restraints. "I believe the same freelance operative that brought Jane to us the first time, brought you bth in this time. She is not only an excellent field operative, but also a quite accomplished scientist in her own right."
Taylor
Taylor growled, obviously a habit picked up by you-know-who.
"If you want to treat her right then let her the hell go," he glared, "and if Spook's the one who brought us in, next tim you might want to catch up with her. She's a freaking hybrid herself, asshole."
Mouse
Blakesley arched an eyebrow. "My dear boy, we are perfectly aware of Miss Terry's mixed heritage. However, alien human hybrids are a dime a dozen. We have already found out all we can from them, so she is more useful to us the way she is."
"I am going to feed you to my Pack." Mouse looked out over his head.
"These would be the wolves, yes? Unfortunately, your condition means no physical experimentation, but we are quite intrigued to explore the depth of link you can make with animals."
"Bastard."
"I think we covered that."
Taylor
"Don't you dare do anything to the animals," Taylor glared again, feeling the anger in his chest.
"And don't do anything to her either. If you had ANY idea of who we were you'd never have taken us in the first place. Do you realize how many people would want to bust your ass right now? No, you have no idea."
Blakesley
"And quite obviously, not caring. No one knows where you are. No one will know where you are. You are here for the foreseeable future." Blakesley smiled unpleasently. "Enjoy your stay. Now, what is your power?"
Taylor
"Yeah well obviously if take someone famous there's going to be repercussions, isn't there?" Taylor spat.
"And if you don't already know my power, then you're not going to. I swear, if you had my clone you'd be absolutely $#!+ing yourself right now."
Mouse
"You're famous? Oh, do tell." Blakesely just smiled.
"Yes, he's Jordan Taylor Hanson, also known as the keyboardist and singer of the band, Hanson." Mouse glared.
"Irrelevant. And you have a clone? That sounds...intriguing." Blakesley flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve. "Shall we begin?"
Taylor
"Start what exactly? Yeah, and you know what? A lot of people are expecting us on toure VERY soon, so if you don't let me go you're gonna have to deal with it when everyone starts hunting you down, asshole," Taylor glared.
"And my clone could kick your $#!+ing ass."
Mouse
"Of course he could," Blakesley said condescendingly. "As I said, let us begin." He went to the door and a small puppy bounded in ahead of another man, who was carrying a tray. Mouse's eyes went wide.
"NO! You SICK SICK BASTARDS!" She struggled against her restraints as Blakelsey picked the puppy up. He put it down on a table, and it whined.
Dam? Where is my Dam? I want my Dam. I'm cold. The puppy wagged its tail slowly, nudging at the new man's hand. Play with me?
"Oh god, I am so going to KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Blakesley and his associat ignored her as they secured the puppy to the table. He made the first cut, and the puppy yelped in pain. Mouse screamed.
Taylor
Taylor cursed, looking around for anything that could help them. If only he could use his atom manipulation...
"Calm down, calm down, calm down," he said in both dog and English, so the doctor's wouldn't know.
"What kind of sick people are you?!" he exclaimed, "it's just a puppy for Christ's sake! Let the damn thing go!"
Then he looked to Mouse.
"Svp, employez votre manipulation d'atome. Je ne m'inquiète pas qui vous l'employez dessus, mais c'est notre seulement chance. Vous devez!"
Mouse
"That is of course the interests of this experiment. To see just how much an empath can be affected by another's pain," Blakesley said smoothly. The puppy let out a high quavering cry and tears poured down Mouse's cheeks.
"Je ne peux pas l'employer sur mes contraintes. J'ai essayé mais rien ne semble travailler. Je ne peux pas même employer mon lockpick parce qu'ils ont attaché du ruban adhésif à mes doigts ensemble," Mouse said miserably. She tugged at her restraints again.
^^^MOTHERFATHERMOTHERFATHER!PAINHURTCOLDPAIN!^^^
"Shh, shh." Mouse tried to project calming emotions to her babies but the waves of pain from the puppy made it hard to concentrate. "I hope you all burn in hell," she told the scientists.
Taylor
"Travail de votre esprit! Essayez-le sur le mien, avancez. Essayez... svp..." Taylor begged.
He realized all he'd have to do was focus on the instruments that doctor was using, and the puppy would be out of danger. But...
Mouse
Mouse couldn't reach the instruments the doctors were using, they were out of her range. But maybe she could reach Taylor's restraints...she closed her eyes and concentrated. "Essayez vos contraintes maintenant, cher," she said to Taylor quietly. "Voyez si je les ai affaiblis."
Taylor
Taylor took a deep breath, then pulled against the straps. They snapped under the pressure.
His eyebrows raising his quickly got them off him, then jumped down. He immediately grabbed a nearby tray knocking all the chemicals from it, then hitting the doctor in the back with it.
"You don't know who the hell you're dealing with!" he almost screamed as the man went down, his knees buckling.
He quickly got the puppy free and urged it to run from the room, then went to unstrap Mouse.
"Come on, come on..." he murmured to himself, getting her wrists free as fast as he could.
Mouse
Mouse sat up and started to unbuckle her other ankle restraint as Taylor got to work on one. "Vite! Vite!" She hissed as her fingers worked quickly. Soon, she was on the floor and they were heading for the door. Blakesley got to his feet and pressed a button. Mouse froze for an instant as alarms came on. "Quick, we have to run!" She dragged Taylor out the door, and looked either way down a long white corridor.
All of the cells seemed to be empty, except for the one she and Taylor had been in. They started to run. Then she saw something that made her miss a stride. A vampire. They had demons down here too? A well of fear swelled up from her stomach. What the hell was she carrying? The vampire snarled at her. "Let me out!"
"Could maybe. Don't hurt us, and I'll help you."
"Let me out, and I swear on my Line I won't hurt you two. You're on your own otherwise." Sirens wailed overhead. Mouse ran her fingers along the card reader and it beeped. The door opened and the vampire flashed out and ran with supernatural speed down the corridor. It leapt onto a group of gaurds, roaring with anger, and Mouse tugged Taylor the other way.
"Can't we fade through the walls? I can, but I won't leave you here! They won't hurt me, but they will hurt you!"
Taylor
Taylor looked back down the corridor, then ahead again.
Then he stopped her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.
"I don't care, ok? If you can get out, I want you to. I don't want you to think of me, ok? Think of the babies. You have to protect them," he said desperately.
He looked back down the corridor when they heard a bang.
"I love you, ok? Go. Please. I'll find a way out."
MOuse
Mouse cried harder. "Oh god, Tay! I *know* what they'll do to you! I can't leave you here!"
Taylor
"NO! Jane!" he exclaimed, taking her shoulders, "you HAVE to go, ok?! It's not only your life that's in danger here, it's the babies' as well. You have to save them, ok?! Just get them out of here. I'll be ok. I'll get out."
He ran his fingers down the side of her face, his head tilted to the side.
"I'll follow you as soon as I can. Trust me."
MOuse
"I love you," Mouse whispered, leaning into his hand for a moment, eyes memorizing his face. She kissed his lips, then turned and ran through a wall of a cell. She slid through the wall at the back and kept running. Then something cracked against the back of her head as she slid through one wall...she fell into unconsciouness.
Taylor
Taylor watched her disappear, then sighed with relief before he headed down the corridor again.
He had absolutely no idea of where he was going, because he had no idea of where he was.
Then suddenly, he felt an arm go around his neck, another holding something over his nose and mouth. He cried out, grabbing onto the person's arms, trying to rip them from him, before the sleeping gas in the mask began it's work.
Taylor's knees buckled as he lost his strength, and he fell to the ground, looking up wearily at the doctor before passing out.
Mouse
Mouse came to once again tied to a bed. Her arms were secured above her head and her legs were tied down spreadeagled. She also had a gag in her mouth...it felt like what she would imagine a horse's bit felt like to a horse. A cold metal bar ran across her tongue and she could feel that it was secured around the side of her head with a padlock. She moaned around it in fear.
"You know, you are beginning to be a tiresome subject," she heard a male's voice say. She twisted her head and saw it was Blakesley. She sent him a glare of pure hate. He merely smiled slightly. "If you continue to misbehave, your boyfriend will pay the price."
Mouse glared harder at him.
"And you will pay the price for his continued misbehaviour." Blakesley left to go see Taylor.
Taylor
Taylor groggily awoke to find himself in a chair. He jumped for a moment forgetting where he was, before a headache set in.
"Oh man..." he moaned, squinting from the bright light in the room.
He slowly twisted his wrists, strapped to the arms of the chair. His ankles were tied to something underneath it. Then he heard footsteps, and the door opening.
He squinted again as he looked up, in time to see Blakesley enter the room.
"Hello again... Jordan..." he began, closing the door behind him.
"It's Taylor," he corrected softly, looking away.
Blakesley made his way over, and crouched down before him, putting a hand on Taylor's cheek and making him look at him.
"What do you want?" Taylor glared, trying desperately not to yawn as his cheeks burned red.
"I am a scientist, I only want the truth. If your race insists on living among us then we want to know as much as we can about you. In case things get out of hand."
"But we live in secret. It's not like we plan on taking out every human and taking over the planet. For a start there's not enough of us. Not that we couldn't if we wanted to."
"And see? That's exactly what we don't want to happen."
He looked him up and down as Taylor pulled on the straps again.
"How old are you?"
"Why?"
"Curiosity," he shrugged.
"Twenty," Taylor replied with a shiver.
"Well... another year we can play you off as an adult," Blakesley grinned.
"You're not going to have me for a year," Taylor glared.
"No, you're right," Blakesley nodded, "we'll have you much longer."
"The world can't do without me for that long," Taylor desperately tried to keep calm, "as I said, I'm meant to be touring soon. They're not going to take my disappearance lightly."
"I'm sure whoever's involved can call it off," Blakesley waved him off, standing up.
Taylor's eyes followed him, squinting again as his eyes were hit by the light.
"Right now, I need a blood sample from you."
Taylor gulped and pulled against the straps on his arms again. Blakesley noticed, before taking a syringe he was handed from someone on the other side of the door.
"This will go alot smoother if you co-operated. If you get too feisty, we may just have to do something to the little Mouse to convince you."
Taylor's eyes widened.
"You BASTARD! What have you done with her?!" he exclaimed, his fists clenching in anger.
"Nothing at the moment. If you try anything, we will. If she tries anything, you'll be the recipient," Blakesley replied, making his way over again and pulling Taylor's sleeve up in his right arm a little.
He wiped the area with a small cotton swab, then got the needle ready. Taylor cringed as it pierced his skin, and the man began to draw blood. Taylor closed his eyes as he looked away, not wanting to see it.
Once Blakesley had a satisfying amount, he removed the needle, then wiped the wound clear. It began to bleed again, a small drop of blood running down his arm.
"That'll do for now," he smiled as Taylor looked up, and he left the room.
Taylor moaned and leant his head back, the dizziness beginning to sink in.
Natalia
Blakesley decided his new test subjects could use an object lesson. He went to another cell, that was filled with greenery and scented with the smell of violets. "Come." A quavering cry greeted him and he walked in over the violets that carpeted the floor.
Natalia sat up slightly and proffered her neck. She was naked except for the wide black collar that encircled her neck and the leather bands around her wrists and her ankles. The bands of leather all had small rings hanging from them that could allow her to be secured. There were four on the collar, and two on each of the ones that were on her ankles and wrists.
Blakesley fixed her hands together with a short length of chain. He clipped a chain to her neck and tugged on it gently. She rose to her feet and padded after him silently, her hair swaying about her hips. Before he entered the room with Taylor in it, he fixed a ball gag into her mouth, securing it behind her head. She whined at him and pushed her head along the line of his shoulder.
"Good girl, Natalia." She almost purred and rubbed her head against his chest. "Crawl." She dropped to her knees and he released her hands. As he entered the room, she crept along behind him like a dog. He coiled the chain and dropped it in a pocket. "This is Natalia. Once, much like you and Mouse, she was very defiant. Now...it's a different matter, isn't it, Natalia?" He sat down in a chair where Taylor could see him, and Natalia lay down at Blakesley's feet. She rubbed her head along his shoes, whimpering around the gag as she sought to assure him that she was a good girl now. The chain attatched to her collar slithered along the floor with a metallic rasp.
Taylor
Taylor had taken one look at the girl and turned away in disgust. He refused to open his eyes again for the sole fact that she was naked, and he at least wanted to give her some dignity.
"You're a sick bastard," he stated plainly, ignoring the sick feeling still in his stomach, "at least put some clothes on her, give her that. Where the hell are your morals? You're definately not religious."
Natalia
"Morals are for the weak. Religion is the crutch of fools." Blakesley lifted his foot under Natalia's chin and she lifted her head obediently. He reached down and removed the gag, grimacing slightly at the lines of saliva that followed it. She worked her jaw, a smile blossoming on her face. "Why don't you talk to her, yourself?" Natalia tilted her head slightly, confusion clouding her violet coloured eyes. Blakesley patted her head and she hummed in delight. "You have permission to speak and reply to questions."
"Thank you, Master Blakesley," Natalia said hesitantly, her voice a litte rough with disuse but still sweet.
"Natalia is a mutant. She's been with us for quite a few years now. Of course, she...became docile about a year after her entrance here."
"I'm a good girl now," Natalia said firmly.
"Of course you are. Now, as I was saying..." Natalia cringed away slightly, afraid that she would be punished because she'd spoken out of turn. Blakesley ran his fingers through her mass of violet scented hair and she leaned against his leg, smiling. "Natalia decided not to wear clothes of her own accord. Didn't you, Natalia?"
"Yes. 'M a good girl." Blakesley stood and she crawled after him as he walked over to Taylor's side. He beckoned to her to stand. "He isn't wearing a collar. Is he bad?" Little girl's voice asked sweetly, followed by a horrified intake of breath. "Oh please, be a good boy! Being bad hurts and hurts. I know. Hurts so much."
"I have work to do. Running prelimanery tests on his blood and so forth. You can stay here, Natalia. Talk to him." Blakesley looked at his watch as Natalia giggled in delight.
"I haven't had a chance to talk for such a long, long time. Thank you, thank you!" She knelt at Blakesley feet and he spared her one more absent pat as he walked out of the door. Natalia stayed crouched for a few more moments before sliding onto Taylor's lap. The chair creaked but it was barely strong enough. "Talk to me!" She stroked his hair, almost purring with pleasure. The links on her ankles clinked as she crossed her legs together under her butt. "Oh, you have nice hair. I think I remember some things sometimes...from before. Like boys. But I can't think about that." She nibbled her bottom lip. "Talk to me, please! Oh, you havta talk to me, otherwise I might get into trouble. I want to be a good girl, I do!" Her lip quivered and the smell of violets grew stronger.
Taylor
Taylor cringed a little as she played with his hair.
What the heck had they done to her?
"I..." he stuttered, "I'll, I'll talk to you."
He squeezed his eyes shut, his head still turned away.
"But I can't..."
His eyes began to well up, thinking of not only Mouse, but what they could have none to Natalia to make her the way she was.
Natalia
"Thank you!" Natalia bounced slightly, smiling happily, and then she saw the tears slipping down Taylor's cheeks. "Oh, don't cry, don't cry." She ran a finger down his cheek and stuck her finger in her mouth, tasting the salty flavour. "Look at me, please. No one ever looks at me anymore." She wriggled around on his lap, pouting. She scratched at her collar and the links jingled.
"Natalia!" She cringed and started to whimper almost soundlessly. "Bad girl!" She began to cry and slid off Taylor's lap onto the floor as a man strode into the room, frowning. He wore the camouflage of the US military. She knelt and put her head down to the floor, hands crossed behind her back and ass high in the air as her knees slid apart. "You were told to talk, not to touch."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She whimpered into the floor.
"Up. Be quiet." Natalia stood and he took her lead into one hand and yanked on it. She stumbled forward and he dragged her by it, choking as she slid along the floor but still silent, to the wall. "I told you to stand up." She whined pleadingly at him. "Face the wall, hands up." She turned and did as he ordered, shoulders shaking. She heard the slither of a whip through his hands and braced herself for the first strike. It whistled through the air and she grunted. "Count."
"One!" She cried out in a high, painfilled voice. Hiss, thwack! "Two!"
Taylor
Taylor cringed as the whip hit.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!" he suddenly yelled, seeing the man jump a little.
He glared up at the man, tears in his eyes, still not looking at the girl.
"What the hell did she do to you?! How long has it been since she's had company her own age, huh?! She's exploring new boundaries, so leave her the $#!+ alone!"
Natalia
"For that she gets five more," the man growled out. Natalia whimpered slightly. "You're lucky you're still on the doctor's only list." He raised his hand and the whip curled through the air like a snake.
"Three!"
Hisssss, THWACK!
"Fuh-our!"
Hisssss, THWACK!
"Fuh-ive!" When he reached twenty the man left and Natalia stayed up against the wall, blood running down her back, too frightened to move without orders. The blood pooled around her feet but she kept her hands against the wall, head down slighly and resting against the cool surface, breath coming in quick gasps. "Why..." she cleared her throat and tried again. "Why did you say anything?" She was honestly confused. No one helped her anymore. She was just...the good girl. Except for when she was bad. "Trying to help...why?"
Taylor
"Dammit," Taylor hissed, his head turned away again, his wrists turning red from struggling against the straps.
"Why?" he shook his head, "why not? I couldn't... Dammit. If I could do something and I didn't I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Natalia
"Oh." Natalia nodded her head. "Nice that someone cares. Haven't had that for ages..." She wet her lips with her tongue. The door hissed open and she heard footsteps.
"Natalia. Come here," faint aggreived sigh. She turned and put her arms down and swayed over to the voice. Allan. Allan was nice. She smiled at him waveringly as he started to unpack medical equipment. "Lie down on the bed." She got up onto it, waving her ass enticingly. He chuckled and slapped it lightly as she sank down onto the support of the flat surface. "Be good."
"'M a good girl."
"You are." His hand came by her face and she turned her head to lick at his fingers. He chuckled again, and then returned to his work. "He was out of line. You are allowed to touch the other subject. Here." She sat up and he fed her some chocolate. She licked it from his fingers like a cat and he watched her fondly. A call over the intercom, and he looked up. "I have to go."
"Bye, Allan." He got off the bed and she soon swung her legs over it as well. Allan went to Taylor and bent down briefly as if to check his restraints.
"If you can get her out of here, take her." Then the young intern was gone out the door and the plated glass was sliding shut. Natalia stretched, testing the pull of the bandages. She walked over to Taylor and settled herself at his feet, leaning against his leg.
"What do you do?" She asked. "I make flowers..." She put her hand on the ground and concentrated. A violet plant sprang upwards and the small flower uncurled. "You probably can't see that." Natalia put her hand up, content to be on the ground, and focused again. She felt a tickling in her palm as the flower bloomed.
Taylor
Taylor didn't speak for a moment, thinking about 'Allan'. He must be a bit like Lance...
"What do I do?" Taylor sighed with a gulp, thinking of his brothers, "my job is a musician. I have been my whole life."
He shifted his other leg a little, not wanting to disturb her. He felt some kind of cuff around his ankle and guessed it was tied to something.
"I'm kinda famous. In a band with two of my brothers. One good reason why I don't plan on being here that long."
Natalia
"Oooohhh," Natalia sighed. "I used to listen to music, before." She thought for a moment. "I can't remember anything now...I used to sing. I think. I'm not sure anymore." She played with the flower and more soon bloomed around her. "You won't leave, you know. I thought I would, eventually. But I'm going to stay here forever and ever. Princes and white knights are all dead. Their horses fell over and broke their legs, and it's all wrong." Her voice was faintly regretful. "It's a broken fairytale, with the princess in chains."
Taylor
"Oh I'll leave, there's no doubt in my mind about that. I was held by the most wanted alien criminal on Earth earlier this year and I escaped him. If I can escape him I can certainly escape this joint."
Taylor looked to the roof then to the door, keeping his eyes away from her, before he looked to the side again.
"I have to get Jane out of here."
Natalia
"Who's Jane?" Natalia asked with interest. "Is she a Master? Your Master?" She tilted her head back. "Or are you her Master? You're neither of you doing a very good job of being Masters, whichever way it goes."
Taylor
"Neither of us are each other's Master," Taylor frowned slightly, "we don't have Masters. And we still don't."
His fists clenched.
"She's my girlfriend. They have her here. And she's pregnant with triplets."
He hesitated, blinking more tears away.
"I swear, if they've done anything to her they're going to regret it."
Natalia
"If she's good, they won't hurt her. And if she's pregnant, they won't. I remember." Natalia frowned slighly, then shook her head. "It's all muzzy, you see. But I remember that when I was pregnant they left me alone. And you'll have a Master. Sooner or later. And then you'll be a good boy." She sprawled out onto the ground, flowers nodding around her. "A good, good boy and it won't hurt so bad." She ran her tongue around her mouth, seeking the last faint traces of chocolate inside. "I remember a song now...
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn..."
OOC: Torn, By Natalie Imbruglia
Taylor
Taylor rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, trying to get rid of the tears.
"You have a great voice," he complimented, choosing to ignore what she said about Mouse.
"ANd I will refuse to have a Master. I'm not just a toy that someone can play with, or a pet that someone can command at will. I have my own rights, and I will endeavour to keep them. No matter what."
Natalia
"I used to think that too. It took a while but I'm a good girl now. A good, good girl." Natalia nodded, and then sat up, putting her hands on his knees and looking into his face. "I can't remember how to be anything else now. I was a sister once, and a friend and a daughter and a grandaughter and a student and a niece and a singer and a dreamer and a talker and a tease and I was so many things. And now I'm just a good girl."
Taylor
Taylor closed his eyes, then turned in the other direction to avoid her gaze.
"Well I'm never gonna be a 'good boy'," he stated bitterly, hoping the doctors heard, "I refuse to. I have too many things and too many people to live for. And I'm sorry that you can't understand that."
He gulped a little, opening his eyes for a moment as he looked up at the bed.
Natalia
"Can't you just look at me?" Natalia asked miserably. "No one looks at me anymore. One day, I'm going to just fade away...poof! Like magic." She laid her head in his lap. "Tell me about things. I can't remember what it's like...I can't. It's all jumbled like puzzle pieces."
Taylor
"Things," Taylor mused, "there'd be so many 'things' that I wouldn't know where to start. And that's just me."
He drew in a shaky breath, still feeling awkward with her on him but feeling as though he needed to be there for her. And he was still feeling faint after Blakesley had taken some of his blood.
Natalia
Natalia looked up as Blakesley re-entered. "Come along, Natalia." She got up gracefully, holding her lead in her hands as she padded over to him, eyes down and whole stance submissive. He took her leash and led her out of the room. He lead her down the corridor to Mouse's room and pushed her in. "Play nice." Natalia looked around.
Blakesley headed back to Taylor's cell. "So, what did you think of our Natalia? As an experiment in pyshocology, she is quite enlightening."
Taylor
"You're still a sick asshole," Taylor glared up at him defiantly.
"And I hope you heard every word that I said to her, because I meant it. I'm not just some little slave or toy that your pathetic minions can have pleasure in beating."
He twisted his wrists as he fumed.
Natalia and Mouse
Blakesley lip curled upwards in a sneer. "I have no use for Natalia...that way. Her use to me faded as soon as I learned everything about her and from her, mutants in general that I could. This is...merely a way for her to earn her keep as it was."
~*~*~*~
Natalia stepped over carefully to the bed. She looked down at the girl and stroked her face tenderly. "Shh, shh. It will be alright. Soon, you'll be a good girl and they won't hurt anymore."
Mouse stared up at the beautiful girl with glowing light purple eyes and moaned around the gag. She could feel the girl's emotions, and they weren't heartening. She was possessed of an overwhelming desire to please at any cost, and no sense of selfworth beyond what pleasure she could bring. It scared Mouse.
Taylor
Taylor gulped as he felt Mouse's fear.
"What have you done to her?" he glare dup at Blakesley, "you've put her in with Jane. She's scaring her."
His face twisted in concern. He hardly noticed that the man was actually interested in what he had to say, rather than just telling him to shut up.
MOuse and Natalia
"Interesting...is this a component of her power? Or yours?" Blakesley asked.
~*~*~*~
Mouse's breath hitched in terrifying gasps around the ball gag. Natalia looked at her with concern.
Taylor
"Neither," Taylor frowned, his wrists getting sore.
"And I've already said I'm not telling you my power. If I do you'll exploit it, because it's rare, and that's something I definately do not want to happen."
Mouse and Natalia
"Perhaps you will be more acquisant in the morning," Blakesley said coldly, hiding his frustration beyond a mask of indifference. "Sleep well." He turned and walked out of the room. He fetched Natalie and put her back in her cell before going to do some work and then go home.
Natalie curled up on the floor among her flowers and thought about the new people she'd seen today. She liked the boy, she decided, and she hoped he didn't fight too hard. She wouldn't like to see what happened to her to happen to him. And the girl had just cried. She felt sorry for both of them.
Mouse wept and then stopped so she could breath. She wanted Taylor, and she wanted to go home. She was so sick of this shit. She tried to soothe her children and dropped off uneasily to sleep.
Taylor
Taylor sighed to himself, knowing that Mouse had finally fallen into a peaceful sleep.
What the heck had he gotten himself into this time? The government had them now, not just a rogue alien hunter whom friends of the family knew how to deal with.
He leant his head back and took a deep breath. He was awake for a few more hours, before grudging falling asleep.