8 September 2003 - Completing that assigment

Tegan and AiMsTeR

Spook

Sometimes the simplest mehods are the best. Christina waited outside the house Christian was staying in and surveyed it for ambush possibilities. There. She vaulted the wall unnnoticed and padded to the spot she'd picked out. She settled down to wait, one hand holding a heavy black nightstick. Sneak up behind him, then give him a nice tap from the blunt instrument and he wakes up later with a whopper of a headache. Checking once more she was completely hidden from sight, but free to move when she needed to, Christina started watching.


Christian

Christian traced the site of the 'bullet wound' with his fingertip as he looked at himself in the mirror. He glared at himself, then turned away.

Maybe he should actually try looking for Craig. At least he could give him some direction. Give him something to do at least.

He sat on his bed and laced up his black boots, before grabbing his sunglasses again. He needed to go for a walk and sort things out, like he'd done so many times when he was pretending to be Taylor.

He should probably call him and see how he was getting on. Hm... scratch that.

With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed his brown leather jacket and threw it over his faded black muscle top. Running his fingers through his hair, he headed for the door.

He locked the door behind him and hid the keys in case Tanya returned before him, then headed down the path toward the side street.


Spook

Christina inhaled one more deep breath silently as he approached. He went straight past her hiding place, and she rose to her feet. Thankfully, she hadn't been there too long and there were no sign of cramps. One step out, and she brought the nightstick up before bringing it crashing down on the back of his head.


Tilting her head slightly, Christina surveyed the limp form at her feet thoughtfully. Well. After the cock-up of three nights ago, this had been ridicously easy. Just went to prove, sometimes, you needed to work by yourself. She bent and slipped a hood over his eyes, the leather moudling to his head. There was a hole around his mouth so he could breathe. She dragged him a little out of sight and linked his hands with handcuffs behind his back.

She got out a walkie talkie. "Got him." Soon she was en route to another of Blakesley's labs. Blakesley was moving up in the world. He was now nearly at the top of command in alien, mutant and Hostile research. The plane landed, and Christina checked that Christian was still out as they were escorted from the plane. Holding her shotgun casually across her shoulder, she followed them down into the lab itself.

"Ms. Terry...a pleasure to make your acquantice at last," Blakesley said as he turned around. "Hang from the ceiling hook." The soldier nodded, and hoisted the links of the handcuffs over the dangling hook, before tying Christian's ankles together. The young man dangled, feet nearly flat against the floor but not quite, swaying slightly.

"Dr Blakesley...I've heard such things about your work." She shook his hand firmly.

"The same about you, Ms. Terry. Or should I call you Spook?"

"Either suits me fine." Christina shrugged. "So when do I get paid?"


Christian

Christian felt dazed as he came to, hearing a female voice. He managed to keep silent and still, until he could take in his surroundings. Sort of.

His fingers twitched as he felt the metallic cuffs on his wrists holding him up. His feet were touching the ground, but only enough for him to stand on the toes of his boots.

He frowned, unnoticed, ready to listen and find out where he was.


Spook

"Ah yes...your payment..." Blakesley turned to his cuboard and picked up a knife. He ran his thumb down the blade lovingly, not even wincing as a shallow cut appeared and slowly seeped a bright red droplet of blood.

"Yes, my money. I catch him, bring him in, I get paid." Christina was starting to feel uneasy. "After the balls up your lot made last time, with my help, I went out and got him myself. I just walked up behind him, and wham. Out like a light."

"Very impressive. I did tell him he was an amateur..." Blakesley ran the point of the knife down Christian's cheek, barely denting the leather. "You know what always disappoints me about torturing telekinetics? You can't see their eyes..."

"Yeah, fine, peachy keen, Doctor. It's time to pay the Piper..."


Christian

"You simply touch me and you just know you're going to regret it," Christian stood on his right toes to take a little weight off his left wrist.

"I can do a lot of things with my eyes closed. Can you?"


Spook

"Perhaps...but I can garuntee you that you'd regret it a lot more afterwards." Blakesley tilted his head slightly. "First of all, this ridicolous jacket *has* to go..." With a quick flick of his knife, Blakesley slit the threads holding one of the sleeves together.

Christina watched him uneasily. "While you...play, can you tell them to pay me? You know, you hire someone, they do the job, and then you pay them?"

"Ah, but you didn't do your job, Spook..."

"Excuse me? Where is he? Hanging like a side of meat from the ceiling. That's capture. Pay me."

"But you failed the first time, and failures have to be punished..." Christina's eyes widened slightly at the purr in his voice, and brought the shotgun down ready. The soldier kicked her hand, and she cried out, squeezing the trigger and the shotgun exploding, sending the two bullets into the ceiling.

"Bastard!" She spat at him, clutching her wrist, then went for her knives. Three soldiers converged on her and bore her kicking and screaming down to the floor. "Get off-mmph!" A hand clapped over her mouth and she bit down savagely.

"Little bitch bit me!" She was backhanded viciously, and her head slammed into the concrete floor. She kept fighting however and when they finally did restrain her, one of their number was dead on the floor, blood seeping from a slit throat.

"Ms Terry...such bad behaviour..." Blakesley tsktsked.

"Bite me, you sick freak!" Christina croaked out, eyes closed by swelling bruises and lips split. "Least I got one of your boys...call the undertaker for him now."

"And in due course, that will be repaid in your blood. As will the hole in the ceiling..."


Christian

Christian laughed when he heard she'd killed someone already.

"Oh by the way Chris," he turned his head toward where her voice was coming from, "love you too."

Then he switched back to serious as he turned away.

"You know, I liked that jacket..."


Spook

"Oh, right back at you, darling," Christina said, laughing slightly. She drummed her heels against the concrete, and smirked at Blakesley. "I think you should buy him a new jacket. Ungh!" A soldier slammed an elbow into her gut and she tried to double over, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"Such a pity," Blakesley's voice dripped with false sympathy as he slit up the sides, and the sleeve fell to the floor.

"Hey, I met Evans once...what happened to him?" Christina said almost chattily. "Heard he was going after some aliens in Tulsa. Oh, sweet Christ!" One of the soldiers zapped her in the stomach with a tazer. "I h-h-heard t-t-t-that somet-t-t-thing h-h-happ-p-pened-d-d- d..." Her teeth clacked as the electric current buzzed through her. "W-w-wanna t-t-try that again, soldier boy? My vibrator does a better-hnnnnghh!" Panting and breathless, she hung her head for a moment, needing to catch her breath as she was sure a rib had cracked or broken on that last blow.


Christian

"Evans died years ago, where the heck are your sources?" Christian said, almost snottily.

"And yeah, your vibrator. Guess you need one since you can't get any of the real thing. 'Oh! My name's Cristabelle! I'm from N'Awlins!'" he mocked in a ditzy voice.

Then he chuckled.

"A little out of breath there honey?"


Spook

"When was the last time you got laid, Christian baby?" Christina threw back, then paused. "Oh! I know! Mousey cried awful hard 'bout it too. Nightmares, poor little thing. You made her feel so dirty, and you didn't even sleep with her properly. Pfft." She spat in Christian's direction, and hit Blakesley instead. "Oh, score!" He turned slowly to face her, the soldiers around her frozen with shock. "How was Taryn in bed? Oh, fu-AHHHHHH!" Her voice soared up into a scream as he laid a hot iron across the side of her neck. An awful stench of burning flesh filled the room. "Ah, ah, ah."

"Burns, doesn't it?" Blakesley said, smiling slightly.

"Get bent!" Christina brought her boot up, and then clicked the heel against the concrete. Blades shot out from the heel and the tip. She sliced through the femoral artery of the soldier holding her head straight to the wall. He slumped to the ground, blood spraying wildly as it pulsed from the artery. She kicked out again and drove the toe spike right through his brain. "Ick, blood and muck on my boot." She shook her foot. "Christian, my count's up to two now. You gonna start killing people yet, sweetie?"


Christian

"Taryn was rather great in bed, thanks for asking. And in case you hadn't noticed babe, I'm at a slight disadvantage here. But nevermind, I'll be joining you soon."

He began to use his atom manipulation slowly on the parts of the cuffs on his wrists he could feel, slowly softening it so his weight would make it collapse. It was, however, unnoticeable.

"Save some for me, ok babe?"


Spook

Blakesley gritted his teeth, mind almost blank with rage.

"Oh, of course, Chrissy." Christina smiled through bleeding lips. "I think I pissed the doctor off some, breaking his toy soldiers like that."

"You have absolutely no idea what you've just consigned yourself to," Blakesley said slowly, fingers slowly curling into a fist.

"See, here's this thing. I kinda don't give a flying f*ck. Why don't you go and have a nice toss and get rid of all this sexual tension you're got boiling away under that iceplated exterior?" Christina's eyes narrowed as he got something from the cupboard. "What is that?"

"This, my dear-"

"Ain't your dear anything, asshole. Trying to butter me up? Might've worked before you screwed me over metaphorically speaking," she said with lunatic bravery, feeling light headed.

"Is a garrotte," he continued as if nothing had happened. "This particular type is used to bring dogs to heel." It was on an extendable pole. "Fitting, I would say." He manoveured the string over her head despite her frantic head tossings, and then slowly tightened it.

"I'm going to kill you for this -unnnghhh..." Christina's eyes bulged out as her face started to turn blue. Then Blakesley released the cord, and she gulped in a breath, before he slowly started to tighten the cord again, her choking and gagging noisily.


Christian

"Having fun over there you two?" Christian raised his eyebrows, before feeling the cuffs give way.

He fell to the ground, trying to step back to balance himself but finding his ankles cuffed together. His hands flew to the hood, unlacing it and pulling it from his head.

As he blinked, eyes getting used to the light, he saw two of the guards already heading for him.

"Woah."

He picked both of them up and slammed their heads together, knocking them out, before rubbing his eyes. He dusted the cuffs on his ankles, and stood before the next two warily approached.

He just smiled at them and raised his eyebrows, before doing the same thing to them. Four down, and not a murder yet.

He spotted Blakesley... and the pens in his pocket. He took hold of one with his telekinesis, and sent it hurtling toward the last soldier's knee, stabbing him in the kneecap.

He yawned, feeling as though he'd just woken up, before sidling over to Christina.

"You look a little... tied up there Spook," he grinned, his mind removing the garrotte from her neck.

He leant against the wall with a hand near her head, then leant over and kissed her forehead tauntingly.


Spook

Christina's green eyes gleamed with fury, even as she tried to slow down her racing heart and breath properly. "Your...jacket looks a little sliced up there, Chrissy," she said in a cracked voice, before dropping her head and coughing noisily. While he watched that, her other foot, the one *without* the blade on it came up and buried itself in his crotch. "Consider yourself lucky I didn't use the other foot," she told him in a hoarse voice, then started trying to wriggle her hands out of the cuffs. Once came free, the passage slicked with blood, and she gritted her teeth as she tugged at the other one.


Christian

Christian coughed, holding himself as he backed off a little.

"Spooky, dearest, that was completely uncalled for," he choked out, leaning against the wall with a hand.

"Sheesh. Do a favour by getting that thing off your throat and this is how you repay me?"

He glanced up at her other cuff and undid it for her, before holding her back against the wall with his telekinesis anyway. Just to be annoying.

He glanced at his jacket - or the remains of it - and pulled a face.

"You know, that was almost pure leather. Cost a fortune in free cash, you know," he mused, "well, nevermind. I can always get more. But I did like that one. Maybe I can find someone to mend it with a restoration power..."


Spook

"You are a brat, Chrissy baby," Christina told him plainly as she tested the bonds of his telekinesis. Blakesley coughed, and she turned her head. "We'll get to you in a minute." She looked back at Christian. "I'm sure you can find someone to sew it up for you. I need to clean my boots now," she complained, glancing down. "I think there's an eye or something stuck to that blade...excellent hidden weapon. You should get some." She grinned. "After all, they're just boots, aren't they?"

"Yes, you're all very smart," Blakesley said snidely. "Yet you still somehow managed to end up here."

"Well, he was stupid for not checking he was alone. And you just reenforced my opinion of the US military. Do you think you could let me go just the tiniest bit so I can kill him?" She batted her eyelashes mockingly at Christian. "Oh, ick. Regression. Remind me never to play that role again." She grinned suddenly. "Fooled you though."


Christian

"Yeah well, someone just forgot the slightest detail that I can stop a speeding bullet. You got me once that night though, right across here," Christian traced the path with his fingertip, "pretty good shot for a little girl with a gun bigger than her."

He glanced at Blakesley, surprised he hadn't moved yet.

"And those boots are very appealing, I might take you up on that offer. More as a scare tactic though... I'm not as messy a killer as you happen to be. 'Chrissy baby'."

He looked over at Blakesley again.

"Are you sure you wanna kill him? Don't you wanna have some fun first? I'm sure Craig could have some fun with him. Or Chloe. Yeah, Chloe. You don't know her."


Spook

"Oh yeah, give him to Craig. Who's Chloe? Girlfriend? Orgasm buddy? Other?" Christina could speak properly again now. "And I got you? Gee, Christian, you're getting slow in your old age. I never would've used to get you. But I'm mostly annoyed about the burn on my neck. And oh yeah, welching. That's something that annoys me something awful." She flexed her hands. "Gonna let me down anytime soon, or do you just happen to like staring at me?"

Blakesley depressed a panic button, and sirens started to sound. Christina's head whipped round, and he raised his hands, smiling coldly. "Whoops?"


Christian

"Hmm..." Christian hummed, looking up and around.

"Bright lights and pretty colours. And... what exactly do they accomplish? Zilch."

He looked toward Blakesley.

"You can have a whole army down here and I could still kill each and every one before they even fired one bullet. Not that the corridors in this place are wide enough to accomodate an army, but I can dream."

He turned back to Christina.

"And I haven't worked out in a while, that's probably why. I think I'm starting to get skinny like Taylor again, and that's a freaking nightmare. I may look like a pansy, but I ain't one. And Chloe is more of a wanting-to-be orgasm buddy. She's a friend. This guy would love her power."

He sidled over to Christina, and leant over to whisper in her ear.

"You know, his hand touched the no-no button. I don't like his hands. Can I break his fingers?" he asked, almost childishly.


Spook

"I do like the way you think." Christina smiled slowly. Blakesley stared at them in boredom.

"I thought you didn't have time for torture?"

"You've talked to this arrogant prick before? Geez, Chrissy, I was working for him. You voluntarily talked to him? Bleagh." She made a face. "And only an exceptionally feeble individual would call you a pansy. Taylor, yes. You, no. I'm working on the premise that since flattery gets you everywhere, it'll get me off this freaking wall. That's a hint," she said helpfully. "I want to burn him up some. Ruin that wholesome American face with blue eyes...can we scoop out his eyes?"


Christian

"Maybe later," Christian waved her off, "but letting him see what we have planned is sometimes more fun."

He grinned at Blakesley.

"And yes, I'm not completely into torture like some individuals I know, but in your case I'm willing to make an exception. And I didn't exactly start a conversation with him," he turned back to Christina, "he approched me, thinking I was Taylor. God that's annoying."

He stepped back and let Christina go.

"You can burn him as much as you want, darling."


Spook

"Thanks, baby." Christina stretched, wincing slightly at the pull in her chest. "I know one of those GI Joes broke a rib...dammit." A complicated tap of her boot on the concrete and the blades shot back inside their sheathes. She went over and looked at the instruments in the cupboard. "Wow...he's got a lot of stuff. Oooh, knives! Pretty!" She flipped one into her hand and admored it. "Whoa, this is a collector's item. Roman in origion...what, second century AD?"

"Yes."

"And you *use* it? You've really got cash to burn. Oh, burn!" Christina picked up a lighter, and slid a cigarette into her mouth, lit it and inhaled. "God, I needed that. Right, back to the burning." She walked over to Blakesley, and then studied him. "Hold him still for me, please, Christian. He's probably gonna buck a bit. Who am I kidding? He's gonna buck *a lot*." Another thoughtful drag on the cigarette.


Christian

Christian sat back against the side wall where he had a satisfactory view of the room.

"Eh, I'll check out the fun stuff later," he shrugged, taking hold of Blakesley before glancing at the door.

He held the doctor back against a wall, before glancing at the little finger on his left hand. With a quick twitch of his right eye, it had snapped in two places.

"You know..." he began, watching the door, "the freaking alarms have gone off and everything, and still no ones here. Complete morons employed here or what?"


Spook

Blakesley gritted his teeth, holding back the yelp of pain. "I had come to that conclusion long before you arrived. The complete *debacle* of the Dathrian male's escape..."

"You know, him talking is distracting. But the thought of him screaming is so attractive." Christina took the knife and cut shallow nicks on either side of his eyes. Blakesley blinked against the suddent sting and surge of fear at having things close to his vulnerable eyes. "And it *is* the US military we're talking about..." she took one more drag on her cigarette, before grinding it out on Blakesley crotch. He sucked in a breath as the material smouldered and she turned away. "Only have to look back a few nights ago to see that. Giving a telekinetic more ammo? Idiotic beyond words." She picked up her shotgun, and cradled it, checking it over.


Christian

"Yeah, the guys you had were morons," Christian nodded, still watching the door.

"But you know the best part about having the speed that I do and controlling bullets? I can make them go wherever I want, which means I can sign my initials into a man's gut and no one would even figure it out. Plus, I can kill multiple people with just one single bullet. Cost effective in a way," he chuckled.

"And that 'Dathrian male' had a name. Bet it was Taylor, huh? Oh, you don't need to answer," Christian wave dhis hand, and Blakesley's jaw became locked, "don't worry, he can still scream for you."

He snapped the next finger for the sake of it.


Spook

"Oh, you think of the best presents, Chrissy baby," Christina cooed, having verified that her gun was in fact, intact and in working order. She leant it against the wall carefully, then went back over to the cupboard. "You know, this whole thing looks like it comes of a bad BDSM porno?" She commented thoughtfully, before taking out a cruelly shining black leather whip. "Except this is clearly designed to hurt people. A lot. Verrrrrry nice." She cracked it, then sent it slashing at Blakesley's chest.

A weal of blood started to show through the fabric of his shirt, and Blakesley grunted in pain.

Boots pounded down the corridor, and Christina cocked her head thoughtfully before sending another blow cutting into Blakesley's chest.

"I think it's time you started to work your magic, Christian darrrrling."


Christian

"Ah," Christian grinned, smiling at the soldiers that appeared behind the glass door, "I was wondering when they'd show up."

He stood up, keeping the door closed with his telekinesis. Eventually, a couple of soldiers smashed the glass with the blunt edges of their guns, in an attempt to get through. Christian cacked himself laughing for a moment, making the soldiers stop.

"Sorry guys," he laughed, one hand leaning against the wall, "but man, you are just so asking for it. I can't believe you help me so much."

He wiped the grin from his face and stood, before lifting his right hand a little. All the small pieces of broken glass lifted into the air, and rotated until their sharpest points were towards the soldiers. A couple armed their guns, as a few in the back began to back off.

"Say goodnight," Christian smiled.

Then he sent the glass hurtling towards them.


Spook

Christina had to lean against a wall, she was laughing so hard. "Damn, but these guys are *stupid*!" A coughing snarling roar echoed up the corridor, and she frowned slightly. "Except don't think I like the sound of that." She padded over to the window, and peered out. A lot of dead soldier guys, throats weeping blood and faces destroyed by the glass. Some of them were still moving, so Christina took the knife and hopped the barrier. She went through them and calmly slit their throats, before jumping back into the cell. Blood covered her hands in macarbre mimicries of gloves as she went to Blakesley and started cutting oh so delicately at his face. "How soon do you want to skip this hole, sweetie?" She asked Christian as Blakesley growled at her in impotent rage.


Christian

"Hmm..." Christian rubbed his chin, before realizing he should probably shave again soemtime soon.

"I'm fine with it if you wanna hang around and have some fun. I'm guessing that since this is a whole underground operation there's plenty of doctors around we can play with."


Spook

"Hmm, good point." Christina walked back over to the cupboard. "He has so much stuff...oh, tattoo ink. Well, that's just peachy keen." She picked up the bottle, dark liquid swirling inside it. "I say...permanent mark, just to remind him." With a careful move, she slit up Blakesley's shirt, and peeled the material back. She started carving 'Spook' deep into his body, blood painting his stomach. "You wanna leave your own reminder, Christian? Or do you consider the broken fingers enough?"

Blakesley glared at her, blue eyes swimming with pain. Christina poured the ink over his chest and he sucked in a breath at the sting, then screamed as she worked it in with her fingers.

"Think I wanna go find more doctors to play with," she said almost chattily. "Teach them to try and cheat freelance operators."


Christian

Christian grinned, then headed over to her slowly.

"We can always keep him here, and come back for him later," he suggested softly, putting his right hand on her right shoulder from behind and leaning in to whisper.

He turned his head slightly to smell her hair, then turned to the cupboard.

He passed by the many instruments just sitting around, until he came to the knife collection. He picked one up to study the blade.

"Do you want to do that?" he raised his eyebrows, looking up at her.


Spook

"Sounds peachy keen and a fun day at the fair to me, darling," Christina said, grinning and green eyes gleaming. Blakesley snarled at her and she back handed him casually. His lip split and more blood coated his face. "Doesn't he have the prettiest knives?" She walked over and stroked one of the them with her finger, admiring the play of light over the unsullied blade. The edges of it were faintly rippled. "This one's Arabian. I'd say Damascus steel, the second crusades. Shit, you know what you'd pay to get one of these in such good condition? And he uses it to slice people up? Damn. I want that much money."


Christian

"This is the government we're talking about, they suck money out of anything they can," Christian murmured.

Then he sighed.

"Ok, we'll leave him here. I can't be controlling him all the time, so..."

He stepped to the side a little.

"You might wanna move."

He waited until she was out of the way, before lifting every knife from the shelf and displaying them in the air. He walked around behind them, before smiling at Blakesley.

"Time to ask yourself if you trust me," he chuckled.

He held his right hand up in a stop signal, before one by one, the knives flew at the doctor.

Once they'd all hit, Blakesley was surrounded by a circle of blades, each pinning his outer clothing to the wall.

"Hmm... I'm not too rusty after all. I haven't done that for over a year."


Spook

"Very pretty. He's like a butterfly..." Christina smiled. Blakesley glared at them, blood and ink running down his torso to puddle on the floor. Red and blueblack flowers blooming on the concrete. "Very pretty. Very artistic." She went and got her shotgun, laying it easily over her shoulder. "Let's go find some doctors." With a hand on her hip, she raised an eyebrow at Christian, a corner of her mouth quirked in a wry grin.


Christian

Christian let his hold on Blakesley go, then indicated the door with his right arm.

"After you, milady," he raised an eyebrow with a grin.


Spook

Blakesley sagged forward and opened his mouth to speak. At the look from Christina, he shut it again, glaring balefully at her with eyes burning with hate.

"You just want me to get shot first," Christina said dryly, then shrugged. "Ok then, but I swear if I die, I'm coming back to haunt you." She walked out of the room with a bit of a sway to her hips. "There's really a lot of dead bodies here. Guess I have some work to do and add to my tally."


Christian

"What was that you were saying before? 'When am I going to get started?' or something similar? I believe my current tally's a bit higher than yours," he chuckled, following her from the room.

He stepped over some of the glass-covered bodies.

"Man, I haven't had fun like this in ages. Guess I'd almost forgoteen what a thrill it was to kill..."

He hesitated thoughtfully, before looking up at one of the flashing lights. With a sigh, he lifted one of the soldier's guns into his hands, and fired at it. It shattered.

"That's better. It was giving me a headache."


Spook

"It's not the kill, it's the hunt. Chasing, tracking..." Christina wet her lips. "The kill is almost anticlimatic. For me, it's always the hunt. Mouse...I adore that girl. Brought her in twice, and she's still running. Don't think I could ever actually kill her. Take all the fun out of it." Her shotgun came smoothly off her shoulder and with a shockeningly loud blast, she discharged it at the soldier that walked past the end of the corridor. He fell down dead. The spent cartridges fell onto the ground, and she slid new ones in as she walked that way. "Oh, look. Big furry ugly...what the *hell* is that?" She peered in one of the cells to look at a Fyarl demon. "Creepy looking thing."


Christian

"It's a government lab, no doubt they have some weird $#!+ down here," Christian raised his eyebrows as he followed her.

"Not saying that we're weird. I mean I don't even know why he'd want you... you have no powers. It's kinda pathetic, huh?"

He grinned at her.

"And yet without someone like you, he'd never get hold of someone like me."


Spook

"And think on that a while," Christina said, not letting her jealousy and anger flare up in her face, voice or body language. Don't let him know how much that slices down to the bone. "I had to learn to be resourceful. Smart. Quick on my feet. You wave your hand, and whammo. You're a super hero." She tapped on the glass and the demon encaged within snarled at her. "Looks like Chewbacca...a really, really whacked out version." She started walking again, looking in the cells on either side of her. "Where the hell do they find this stuff? I walked up behind you, and hit you over the head. Not a very good sign of your training."


Christian

"Yeah well I'm not exactly used to being hunted. I was never really trained for that side of things," Christian scratched his head.

"I was always the hunter, and a damn good one if I might add."

He grinned as they stirred up some of the prisoners.

"I had a hard time convincing Blakesley that day in the street. He just didn't seem to get where I was coming from. I'm hoping he's a little mroe nelightened right now."


Spook

"Thinking that he is. Thinking that he is." Christina turned her head to grin malovently at him. She slid a spare pair of shades onto her face as she turned back to the front. "Yeah, you were a good hunter. Are you still? Or has Tanya tamed you?" She smiled to herself. "I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can so I can
Watch you weave then breathe your story lines..." She broke off suddenly to comment, "don't *think* I smashed your shades. They're probably still on the path."


Christian

Christian stopped abruptly in the corridor with a frown.

"Shades man, shades."

He turned to the wall and traced the fingers of his left hand down it for a moment. Using his atom manipulation, he quickly created himself a set of sunglasses almost identical to the ones he'd just lost. With a grin, he flicked them open and slid them over his eyes.

"That's alot better. It was probably the lights giving me a headache anyway. Any offices around we can raid?" he asked, ignoring the Tanya statement.


Spook

"Who knows? Never been here before." Christina rounded a corner, then cocked her head as a terrified young woman in a white coat dropped her clipboard with a clatter. One boom, two, and the two soldiers with her followed it to the ground. She stood there, swaying slightly, brain matter and blood patterning across her cheeks and hyperventilating. "Bet she could tell us though, Chrissy." Christina swaggered up to the young woman, reloading the gun from one of capacious cammie pockets. "Offices?"

"Oh god, please don't kill me."

"Oh, you're gonna die. No doubt about that. But tell us what we want to know, and I'll think about mkaing it quick and easy."


Christian

"Hey!" Christian came up behind Christina and tapped her on the opposite shoulder.

"Didn't you ever learn to reward those who do you a favour?"

He looked the woman over.

"I'm sure I could give her somethin' pretty rewarding..."


Spook

"Did, thought about it some, then laughed." Christina didn't move her head to look at him. He was an odd kid, this one. "And I did offer her something. Less pain."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..."

"You know, this is rather pitiful. Be doing her a favour really. She's screaming prey. Rawr." Christina snapped her teeth in the woman's reaction and was rewarded with a squeak and flinch. "Guys...you really do think by what's in your pants, don't you? She might prefer dying to being screwed by you. Have a madonna complex, or something."


Christian

"Well if I can get something out of it, why not?" Christian shrugged, glancing back down the corridor.

"And even Craig let Taylor go after he translated the Thunderbox... eventually. Want me to hold her or anything?"


Spook

"Nah, think I'll be right. Thanks for the offer though." Christina cocked her head and the woman tried to become one with the wall as the alien hunter smiled at her. "Usually, I don't hurt humans. But for you people, I'm making the exception." The woman fainted and slid to the floor. "Now, that really was disappointing." Christina walked over, hauled her up and slapped her across the face.

"Hnnn..."

"Wake up now. No fun if you're asleep on me. Where are the offices?"


Christian

"Thought you liked the thrill of the hunt," Christian chuckled, "come on, let's just go find them ourselves."

He stepped over the two soldier's bodies, and headed down the corridor. He came to a sort of small office, with what looke dlike a doctor sitting at the small desk. He looked up, a confused look crossing his face.

Christian smiled and waved.


Spook

Christina slit the woman's throat with a knife she'd lifted from Blakesley and walked after Christian. "But darling, it's no fun if they're asleep. They havta be awake to hear my witty repartee." She pouted slightly as she peered around him to look at the doctor. The doctor gaped. "You know, for people who are supposed to have all these degrees and stuff, they really aren't quick on the uptake."


Christian

Christian chuckled, before the doctor flew backwards from his paperwork and hit the back wall. He made his way to the door, and stepped through into the office.

"Hey there," he smiled up at the guy, before going to the computer at his desk, "let's see what you have here..."


Spook

Christina walked over to the filing cabinet and bent over to open it. She got some files out and flicked through them. "Well...they are busy little bees. I've tried that chemical combination...didn't work so well. Oh yeah...done that, done that too..." She flicked through them, then got out a lighter and set fire to them. The doctor made a strangled noise of protest. She glanced at him through the impentrable shields of her sunglasses. "Oh, haven't you typed them up yet? So sorry." It didn't stop her from getting out more files and setting them alight. He made another sound of anguish. "What are you finding, Chrissy?"


Christian

"Well I was trying to find a floor plan of this joint, but... There's plenty of files on everything they've captured. Or created."

He opened a different file.

"Oh cool. Surveillance."

He squinted a little.

"Looks like Blakesley's loose. Hmm... we can get him again later. Oooh, old surveillance."

Then he frowned.

"Videos of Taylor and Mouse."

He opened a video of Taylor and began to watch.


Spook

Christina wandered over to look at the video over his shoulder.

Blakesley's voice came tinnily out of the speakers. "Much like the X- gene. But you didn't tell me what your own power is, Jordan."

A girl's scream of pain followed. Christina frowned slightly. "Who's that?"

"Oh God," the image of Taylor hung his head. "I'm so sorry..."

"Feel free to speak up any time..." Blakesley smooth voice said as the figure of the guard placed more of those clips on the girl's naked body.

Christina frowned. "If she was alien, she'd be out of there by now. Wonder who she is?"

"Oh GOD!" Taylor cried, hiding his face in his shoulder again, before looking up at Blakesley.

"Please, please get them off her. I don't care what the hell you do to me, just leave her alone," he pleaded, shaking his head.

"But you see, that's the thing. Natalia is worthless for all experimental purposes now," Blakesley explained almost gently while Natalia whimpered with agony. "You, on the other hand, are a valuable acquisition I want to keep in one piece as long as possible. Continue." The guard started attaching the clips along the inside of her arms.

"Please, help, oh god," Natalia moaned. The guard backhanded her and she whimpered before dropping her head tiredly.


Christian

"Might be Natalia," Christian rubbed his chin, watching Taylor.

"When I met the oldie on the street he mentioned a girl named Natalia. Cos he thought I was him," he pointed at the screen, "he asked where Jane and that girl was. I bet that's her. She's probably with them on tour, cos they're touring at the moment."

He exited the video, and opened another one. This time Taylor was sitting in a chair, and Blakesley had him by the hair with a knife at his throat.

Christian's left fist clenched at the sight.


Spook

"They really don't know very much about aliens, do they?" Christina commented. "I mean, even I know Taylor has Tongue. Reason I agreed to bring him in. It's not an offensive power, and he doesn't use his atom manipulation. You, I demanded a hell of a lot more danger money for." She watched the screen as Taylor threatened Blakesley. "Boy has some spine, I'll give him that."


CHristian

"This hardly seems like Taylor at all, but it's definately not my style," Christian frowned a little.

He opened another file, showing Taylor holding a gun on the doctor and a solider.

"Woah," Christian leant back a little, "and that is definately not like him. Where the heck did he get that?"

He backtracked to the file before, seeing him being whipped. Then using his atom manipulation.

He sat back.

"Are we sure that's Taylor?"


Spook

"Who else could it be?" Christina shrugged. "Unless it's a shifter, but the file's clearly labelled 'Jordan Taylor Hanson'..." She nibbled her lip. "And why would he rescue Mouse, if it isn't him?" She pointed out.


Christian

"But..."

Christian cut himself off.

"This is pretty interesting. Blakesley drove him to using his atom manipulation."

He chuckled slightly.

"Looks like Taylor can actually be fun when he has control. Although he didn't even hurt them. That was something he could have done. Shot him in the leg or something."

He scratched his chin again.

"There's three rules to getting through a kidnapping," he grinned, "and we've just willingly broken two."

He turned to the doctor at the wall.

"And we don't need you to know what they are," he smiled, before waving at him and snapping his neck.


Spook

"Rules, ah rules. They're so much fun to break." Christina smiled. "I bet you were an absolute horror as a child. What say we go punish these people some more for their incredible stupidity?"


Christian

"I wasn't a horror," Christian grinned, "I was always a good little boy. Doing as daddy says."

He chuckled.

"Maybe I should mention those rules to Taylor."

He stood up, leaving a video playing.

"I'd like to know where Blakesley is right now. If I had any idea that he'd done this before... I have the feeling I kinda owe Taylor, and this would be the perfect way to make up for it."


Spook

"Well, let's go find him. While killing those two was kinda fulfilling...it's Blakesley I want to hurt." Christina cracked her knuckles. "Not even like I needed this job anyway. I'll take my payment in blood now, thanks. Money just won't quite cover it." She sauntered over to the door, boots clicking on the cool white floor.


Christian

Christian smiled and followed her.

"Can we just take him and dump him somewhere to die when you're done? I wanna get back to Tanya before she stops trusting me."


Spook

"Of course, darling. Why *are* you hanging with her anyway? What happened to Craig? Did hear about the fire at his headquarters...you know, I think I will decline the next offer to kidnap Taylor Hanson. It never seems to work out well for the hunter in the end." Christina shook her head slightly. "Thinking I've gotta get the hell out of this game. Been fun and all...but damn. We all seem to die sooner or later, or get really, really hurt. Probably won't go to the side of the angels as you seemed to have done." She flashed him a glance. "Ha. Like Tanya or Leroy could bear it. Don't have the excuses you do for doing what I've done."


Christian

"Tanya's got it into her head that I'm sorta... the son she never had or something," Christian shrugged, "but I mean, she's kinda like family to me too, so..."

He scratched his head.

"And I'm still at a crossroads. I'm not joining the YIRAAS, but I dunno how I'm gonna face Craig either. If he saw me now..." he chuckled and shook his head, "Mouse started the fire at the warehouse. A lot of people died. I thought Taylor had died cos I switched places with him, but obviously, still alive. Craig got him out, so... he's around somewhere."

He cracked his knuckles, before frowning.

"Where the $#!+ is Blakesley? I've been in one place too long."


Spook

"Sweet for you then." Christina shook her head. "Didn't think Mouse would have it in her to start a fire. Craig is probably going to be more then slightly annoyed at you...I just try to stay the hell out of his way. Safest, really. Telepaths give me the creeps." She shuddered slightly. "Though...ever met Xavier? Mutant. Think he'd be as powerful as Craig and Tanya. Oh, c'mon Blakesley! We just want to hurt you a little! Ok, a lot! But that's not the point!" She frowned in frustration. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"


Christian

Christian chuckled at her.

"Mouse is another underestimated person, but I'm beginning to think that maybe Taylor is too. And I don't know that many mutants, I'd rather stick with my own kind."

He stopped and looked backd own the corridor.

"I just wanna break a few more bones of Blakesley's, then blow this joint. You can hang around if you want."


Spook

"I think I'll leave with you, Thinking they might be more then a little annoyed with me...and seeing as how I wasn't born with as many advantages as you..." Christina shrugged. "I don't want to turn into a science experiment, thanks." They rounded a corner and she squealed with joy. "Blakesley! We were wondering where you'd got to!"

Blakesley glared at her, then turned to the soldiers with him. "Kill them."

Christina quirked an eyebrow. "Because, you know, that worked so well last time."

The safeties of the submachine guns the soldiers were carrying clicked off and they took aim.


Christian

Christian ducked his head around the corner, then smiled and waved as he stepped out.

"Hey there," he smiled, before dusting the guns.

Then he laughed at the worried looks on their faces.

"Ladies first," he indicated for Christina to step forward.


Spook

Christina grinned and clicked her heels together. "Cos, you know, there's no place like home," she giggled as the knives shot out of her boots. She took aim with the shot gun, and they fell back slightly. Two of them went down, and she propped it up against a wall, before clapping her hands together. "I feel like this is personal. Which means hands and feet and knives." She grinned at them as she slipped two daggers into her hands and then threw one. The soldier whose eye it landed up in, gurgled horribly before dropping to the ground. "C'mon Christian. Let's play." She rolled her neck as a group of the soldiers detached from the main body and charged her. She jumped into the air and executed a spinning kick. They all went down with slit throats. "Good help hard to hire these days?" She jeered at Blakesley.

"Why is it that when I say kill them, they keep living?" Blakesley sighed.

"Don't know, you could just be lousy at command."

That earned her a lethal stare.

"Ohhh, if only looks could kill." She put a hand on her hip, then blew a kiss at Blakesely over her knife. "Kiss my ass, human."


Christian

Christian just smiled as he watched her, folding his arms and leaning his shoulder against a wall.

"You can have the soldiers babe, my focus is gonna be on the doc."

His eyes darted between the soldiers, ready to destroy any weapons or take hold of any of them just in case.


Spook

"So, take him. Use that handy dandy telekinesis of yours. You know, this would've been so much economical if you'd just paid me," Christina told Blakesley as she killed the soldiers efficently around him. "He doesn't care so much for the mass murder. But you pissed me off. Which means you pay. A lot." She caught Blakesley shoulder and pushed him towards Christian. "There ya are, babe. A present." Blakesley stumbled before straightning and pulling his coat back over his shoudlers. "You know, he's not so tough and mouthy when the people he's trying to intimidate aren't chained up. Not a *patch* on you and me, Christian."


Christian

Christian chuckled as his telekinesis pinned Blakesley back against the wall.

"I don't seem to see a single scar on myself yet. You on the other hand..." he raised an eyebrow, "you broke the first rule. Then again, I did too."

He leant his left hand against the wall near Blakesley's head and looked into his face. Then he lifted his chin and blew into his eyes, keeping them open.

"You know Kaleb..." he began, his index finger on his right hand tracing down the centre of his chest, "I found a few home videos in an office. Remember how I said if you laid a finger on Taylor with my knowledge that you wouldn't have any fingers left when I was through with you?"

He glanced downward, before hearing the cracks of the rest of Blakesley's left fingers breaking.


Spook

Blakesley gritted his teeth. "Doesn't he scream beautifully?" He spat in Christian's face. "What's more interesting is his link with Jane. I hurt him, and she feels it. And vice versa. Did you watch him cry after I broke her nose?"

"Oh, someone has sexual tension rising," Christina said. "Play some more of that music, Christian. The one where he screams and his bones break. I actually kinda like Mouse."


Christian

Christian hesitated for a moment, before wiping the saliva from his face with his right hand and waiping it off on Blakesley's coat.

"Petty, petty, petty," he tsked, shaking his head sadly.

He stood back so he wasn't leaning against the wall, and lifted the doctor's left hand into his own. He rubbed his broken fingers roughly with his thumb, before one by one braking the long bones in his hand.


Spook

Blakesley yelled hoarsely. Christina grinned.

"Very good. Other hand now? Or have you already broken the bones on that one?" She tapped her knife around Blakesley's eyes, before dragging it down the side of his neck. Blood sprang upwards in the shallow cut. "Why are you standing up for Taylor Hanson now? What do you feel you owe him?"

"Maybe he feels like he owes Taylor his life," Blakesley said, grimacing through the pain. "As Christian here is no more and no less then-"


Christian

"No more?" Christian cut him off, looking up into his eyes before breaking one of the bones in Blakesley's wrist.

"Tell me... could you picture Taylor in my position right now? Somehow, I don't think so. He would be running for the hills right now, rather than sticking around to see you get what you deserve."

Christian frowned a little, breaking two more bones of his wrist.

"Although you're not going to get everything you deserve right now, because I'm leaving. I will be back sometime though, I definately won't be finished with you."


Spook

"I look forward to meeting you again," Blakesley hissed weakly, hatred shining from his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm all vengeanced out." Christina stretched. "We killed enough people they'll think twice about doing this again. At least with us." She carved shallow cuts under Blakesley's eyes, and the scientist closed them in preperation for the final slice that would leave them blinded. "Nah, I want you to look at the cuts I've placed on your face. Watch 'em scar. So every morning you'll be reminded of what happened here today."

"Rest assured, I intend to remember every cut. So I can play them out on your body." Green eyes met blue, and Christina shrugged.

"If you can catch me again. And after seeing the massive screwups your operatives make...thinking that won't be anytime soon."


Christian

"He'll be remembering this for some time anyway," Christian shrugged, "it's gonna take a while for these bones to heal."

He cocked his head, breaking another wrist bone further up, then snapping his arm itself.


Spook

Christina walked through the pools of blood in the corridor and picked up her shotgun. "I think upstairs have abandoned you, doctor. We cost them too dear."

"Perhaps..." Blakesley's head hung forward, eyes glassy with pain.

"Let's go, Chrissy. I want to get the hell out of here. Before they start thinking about using something subtle." She checked her gun over, and then reloaded it. "And I'm about out of bullets. Tends ot make me antsy, that does."


Christian

"Ok."

Christian broke Blakesley's elbow, then turned to the herd of bodies laying before him.

"You know, you waste so many..."

He lifted his right hand, and bullets rose from the bodies of those she'd shot.

"Can you re-use them? Or do I have to? Oh, oops..." he raised an eyebrow and turned to Blakesley, "didn't know I could shoot bullets, did you? Oh well."

He turned back to Christina.

"Lead the way dear."


Spook

"Course, sweetie." Christina swung her gun back up onto her shoulder before she started to walk. "Hopefully, I at least will never see you again, doctor."

Blakesley had fainted and didn't reply.

"I think this is the way out..." She walked on, Christian following. "Oh, look. Stairs. Now even more sure." She started up the stairs, boots leaving bloody prints on the white surface.


Christian

Christian let his hold on Blakesley falter as he followed her up the stairs.

"Well I definately plan on seeing him again. Hopefully with more notice, and also with Chloe by my side," he chuckled.

"So where abouts are we, anyway?"


Spook

"Umm, bottom level. I came down through three, but there's a massive set of offices and stuff on top of this. Who's Chloe? You keep talking bout her, and I'm thinking I should be jealous." Christina threw him an outrageous pout over her shoulder, then grinned as she kept climbing stairs. A tap and the knives slid back inside their sheathes. "She got a wow neato power?"


CHristian

"She hangs around with the guy who made... well, the guy who initially cloned Taylor. She's gothic."

He glanced over his shoulder.

"And her power would probably be considered neat by people like us. People like Taylor would probably be scared by her. As for the where are we, I meant location. Please tell me we're still in the States? I was kinda out of it when I arrived."


Spook

"Oh yeah, we're still in the good ol' U S of A. In fact, we're like maybe an hours drive from the house I nabbed ya from. And won't that just twist Tanya's knickers?" Christina laughed, hips swaying as she moved up the stairs. "Sounds like I could like this girl. As much as I like any alien."


Christian

"I didn't think you liked aliens in general," Christian mused.

"You were always so jealous... green with envy."

He chuckled.

"Where you plannin' on going after this?"


Spook

Christina flipped him the bird as they passed a door that led to the second level. "God, no idea. Somewhere hot, I think. Bermuda. Hawaii. Still have a packet of money, and I haven't spent overmuch of it." She frowned slightly. "Need to talk to my broker again, actually. I think he's stealing off the top. Havta convince him that it's a bad idea to do that." She paused for thought again. "And wouldn't you be jealous? Knowing that you should be able to do this stuff, and not having a speck of it? Ya got no idea at all, darling. Absolutely none."


Christian

"Nope, I don't," he chuckled, "but you love me anyway."

He glanced behind again, then to the ceiling for any cameras.


Spook

"Oh yeah, loads and loads. You just make me all shivery inside," Christina quipped. "If this was a movie, this is where we'd fall into each other's arms, declaring our undying love. Thank god, it's not a movie. If it was, I'd ask for a different lead actor."


Christian

Christian laughed.

"Not to mention a different lead actress. Although I'm sure some of those damsels in distress would be more my thing."


Spook

"Bite me," Christina said, then she opened a door. She clicked back the hammers of her shotgun, then it discharged with an almighty boom into the lobby. People started screaming. "Last stop, children's clothing, children's toys, computers and music. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out." She walked out, the empty shells hitting the ground as she reloaded smoothly.


Christian

"Oooooooooook," Christian raised his eyebrows, closing the door behind them.

"And I might just take you up on that offer. Greenie."


Spook

"What, the ass hitting or the biting? Damn, you are kinky." Christina walked outside, regally ignoring the soldiers running into the lobby. "And what the hell? Did you just call me 'Greenie'?" She frowned slightly as she looked at him, both of them outside.


Christian

"I can hit and bite at the same time," Christian grinned, following her.

He stopped in front of her.

"And yeah, I did. As in, green with envy. Got a problem with that?"


Spook

Christina took a step forward, fingers flexing in anger. "Bastard," she spat. "And here's me thinking it might refer to my eyes."


Christian

Christian chuckled.

"And what are you gonna do about it? Hm?" he challenged.

"You who had to hire actors and dress up in a pretty little frock to even try and trick me? Sorry for ruining that by the way..."


Spook

"The thing is, Christian, it did trick you. Enough to follow me out of the club and down the street." Christina grinned and fiddled with her shades. "And it was only the one actor. Louis. What's the matter, cher? Didn't you like my dress? Bit sluttier then usual for me, though."


Christian

"Oh no," Christian shook his head mockingly.

"The dress was fine. It was the face that needed the work."


Spook

"You need to cut your hair," Christina responded sweetly. "Definetly looking like Taylor in his younger and more feminine days."


Christian

"Oh, don't you like it?" he flicked his hair around like a model.

"And see this?" he tapped his chin, "growth. Something he never shows. If he's even a 'he'. You never know, I could have gotten that part from his brother too."


Spook

"But as you said, you need to work out a little more. Put a little muscle on those bones." Christina tilted her head to the side. "How does it feel to be not a true original? Man, not of woman born...I wonder, do you even have a soul? Or is that copied too?"


Christian

"Oh I don't know," Christian frowned, "I have to have one, otherwise I wouldn't even consider being with Tanya at the moment. I'd say I could be using her for something, but you know... telepath. Would probably pick it up."

He glanced back at the doors, seeing some soldiers looking in their direction almost worriedly.

"And as far as I'm concerned, I am an original. No one else has my upbringing, do they?" he raised an eyebrow, "and I spent enough time inside a woman... I'm sure it more than makes up for it."


Spook

"Damn, you are a mouthy little piece of work, aren't ya?" Christina walked up to him, then slid her shades up off her face. "Wonder what it takes to make you shut up for once?" She gave him a considering look, then leant in and kissed him, knowing if he wanted to, he could push her away.


Christian

Christian stood shocked for a moment, but responded.

Then he pushed her away for a moment.

"Wait, if you think you can shut me up just by..."

Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her again.


Spook

Christina particpated wholeheartedly, then pulled her head back slightly. "Truce? For the moment?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, green eyes glinting with amusement and lust. "And I think it worked. For a bit."


Christian

"For a bit..."

He grabbed her and kissed her again.

"And truce... as long as you decide to give me warning when it breaks."


Spook

"Yeah, fair warning. Same for you, alright? Now. I think we should continue this someplace private." Christina looked around. "My gun's drawing a bit of attention...even in Texas."


Christian

"Fine with me," Christian shrugged, glancing back at the building.

Then he began to follow her away, and back to civilization

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