Lucious & Christian
Christian was more than a little curious as he was taken from his cell and led out of the jail-like scene. He was taken through what seemed a maze of corridors by Patrick and Duke, until they finally reached what seemed like a separate small warehouse.
Christian was made to sit on a stool by the back wall, as the two men stood by the keep guard. There were a few cars covered with sheets, and hundreds of boxes which to Christian's best guess contained guns and ammunition.
It wasn't all that long before Lucious showed up.
"Good afternoon Christian," he greeted as he approached, "how are you enjoying your stay so far?"
Christian gave him a sideways look, and without him even having to think about it Lucious knew the answer already. Or a variation of the answer at least.
Lucious chuckled.
"I was wondering if you'd given any more consideration to my proposal?"
"I have."
"Really?" Lucious raised his eyebrows.
He meanwhile had no gripes about reading Christian's mind on his own. Christian noticed his facial expression change, and looked away.
"Very well," Lucious sighed, "but the deadline is closing in..."
"Then why don't you just make it f#!+ing tomorrow?" Christian asked as Lucious rubbed his chin, "you could make it in five minutes for all I care, because you know the answer isn't going to change."
Lucious sighed.
"I don't wish to force this sort of thing on to certain people, Christian. They seem to lose productivity throughout..."
"Oh what a f#!+ing shame," Christian scorned, "but who in their right mind would be working for a f#!+ing son of a bitch like yourself?"
Both Patrick and Duke suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him back against the wall. He groaned when he realized the wall was beginning to mould around his arms, body, legs and neck to hold him in place.
"Remove his cuffs," Lucious instructed, stepping closer.
Christian looked down as he felt Duke begin unlocking them, before the substance of the wall took their place and began to spread his arms.
"What the f#!+ are you gonna do?" he demanded, staring at Lucious.
Lucious stood to the side of him and looked him up and down for a moment.
"Well while we're on the topic of mothers..."
Christian's eyes darted across to the opposite side of the warehouse where he heard a woman's cries. Frowning in confusion for a moment, he suddenly realized what was happening as Michael drew her closer.
His eyes widened.
"Mom?!"
Lucious waved a hand and whatever had hold of Christian collapsed into dust.
A little unnerved by the sudden release, Christian raced toward the woman in question, and into her arms.
"Mom, mom... is that you? Is that really you?"
"Oh Christian... I've spent so long wondering..."
And then her facial expression changed. Christian's look changed to one of confusion, before she collapsed into his arms… and he saw the handle sticking out of her back.
His look changing to one of shock, he followed her to the ground.
"S#I+... Holy s#!+..." he gasped, still hugging her to him.
"Christian?" her voice could barely be heard.
"Yeah mom?"
"I... I love you. I've always..."
"I know, I know," Christian gulped, tears forming in his eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair gently.
In only moments, she was gone.
Christian gulped and just held her in that last position for as long as he could – before Michael attempted to pull him away.
"You bastard," Christian shook his head tearfully.
When he finally stood up, he turned back to Lucious.
"You f#!+ing bastard."
"There's no need for name calling."
"There was no need for that either!" Christian exclaimed, starting towards him, "do you have any f#!+ing idea how long I'd been searching for her? How long anyone I knew had been searching for her?!"
Lucious held his hand up to stop him, and Christian suddenly realized he was paralyzed again.
"Think about it Christian," he smiled slightly.
"If I put a command in your head to make you work for me, you won't know who I'll be having you kill... will you?"
Christian glared at him, unable to do anything else.
"And yes, Christian, I was thinking of her in particular. You do have access to a lot more people on the side of the YIRAAS than anyone here ever could you know."
He chuckled, then tutted slightly.
"And there is no need for that language Mr. Thomas."
He looked up at Patrick and Duke, then back at Christian.
"Take him back to his cell."
He waited until Patrick and Duke had control, then allowed Christian to move again. He managed to get one more glance of the body of his foster mother, before they returned him to his cell.