Blakesley & Apollo
Blakesley walked down to Taylor and Christian's cell, Apollo following quietly. The scientist opened the door, the taller man entering behind him.
"Instructions, sir?" Apollo's tone was ever so faintly edged with mockery, eyes gleaming with a hidden amusement.
Blakesley pointed at Taylor.
"He is to be taken down from those restraints and then you are to take him to another room, where he is to be restrained with silver gaffer tape in a chair. He is to be gagged and blindfolded also. I have other things to do to prepare for my father's arrival."
Blakesley stepped out and Apollo pursed his lips.
"Mi mi mi mi mi mimimimi..." he mimicked Blakesley's tone and pace of his last statement in a highpitched nasal whine, before going to do as he'd been ordered.
"I can *not* wait to see the look on his face when the Egyptians catch his miserable hide...I will laugh. Perhaps compose a new song to commerate it."
He tilted his head to look at Taylor.
"Hmm. Cute."
Christian & Taylor
Christian watched on silently, wondering what exactly Blakesley's father was going to do... and who he was going to do it to.
Taylor looked up worriedly, hearing the order, and gulped.
Apollo
"And of course, everyone is scurrying around like ants because shock, horror, fear! Blakesley's father is coming."
Apollo unsnapped Taylor's restraints.
"Easy, kiddo. Don't fall down on me yet. Though, worshipping is never out of order. Ha."
Christian, Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"Oh great," Christian rolled his eyes.
"Now we have to put up with that f**king cannibalistic asshole..."
Taylor would have grabbed onto the chains to hold himself up had there been any strength in his arms. Failing that, he tried to lean back against the wall as hard as he could to stop his legs collapsing from uder him. His whole body had started shivering again.
~*~
Meanwhile, Isaac Blakesley stepped out of the taxi cab he'd arrived in, paid the driver, and looked up at the new lab as the car drove away with a smile.
Apollo & Blakesley
Apollo supported Taylor easily, putting one arm over his own shoulder.
"Walking is the thing you do with your legs...let's go, buddy."
Blakesley walked through the corridors quickly to meet his father. N999 trotted beside him, clipboard in her arms.
Christian, Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Christian sighed as they left the room.
Taylor remained quiet as the soldier practically lifted him along, still wondering what all this fuss was about. He hadn't heard many things about Blakesley's father, although he did remember a nightmare once where he was mentioned...
Isaac stepped through the main glass doors and began to approach the woman at reception.
"Good morning dear," he began with a smile, making her jump.
"Is Kaleb Blakesley around, may I ask?"
Apollo & Blakesley
Apollo put Taylor on the chair before grabbing the roll of silver tape off his belt and starting to restrain him efficently.
"Once I'm through with this military gig, I think I could have a career in BDSM as a bondage expert...oh, the humanity."
Blakesley entered the room.
"Hello, Father. Did you have a good trip?"
N999 bowed slightly.
"Good day, sir."
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Taylor just swallowed again, trying to keep himself together and delay the inevitable set in of claustrophobia.
Blakesley's father turned slightly to face his son.
"Could have been better, I will admit," he said with a painful expression.
"But I am hoping you will make it all worthwhile."
Apollo & Blakesley
"Alrighty..."
Apollo went over to the cupboard and opened it, getting out two length of cloth and going back over. One was tied professionally around Taylor's eyes and the other was knotted in the middle before going in his mouth. Apollo admired his handiwork and leant in to check the knot that was wedged in Taylor's mouth, making sure he wouldn't choke.
"Good. Well, be seeing you, kid. Hopefully not on a corpse mover. Good musicians are hard to come by these days. And I know this honestly, baby."
Apollo hesitated, then surrendered to a moment of tempatation and licked the curve of Taylor's ear before going out. Sweet souled, musically talented and very easy on the eyes...pity he was so undeniably straight, the avatar mused to himself.
"Taylor will be awaiting our arrival. Shall we go?" Blakesley said.
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Taylor froze as he felt what the soldier did, before beginning to shake again even moreso.
He began to concentrate on his breathing again, keeping his eyes closed behind the blindfold.
"I remember you saying something about not recapturing Taylor before recapturing young Christian," Blakesley's father mused slightly, "have you done so?"
Apollo & Blakesley
Apollo walked back to the cell Christian was in, interested to see closer the man Ashtoreth was so amused by. He opened the door and walked in before dragging up a chair and straddling it, arms on the back of it and resting his head on his arms. A quick flick of his hand made the camera malfunction, showing a continous track of him watching Christian and standing at attention by the door.
"So, alien. What is it about you exactly that makes the demented Valkyrie spit nails and makes my not quite so fondly thought of cousin so amused? But yet, not to the point of her inviting you into her more or less open bed. Come now. I know you're not at all shy."
"Yes, I have obtained both of them. Would you rather visit Christian first?" Blakesley said.
Christian, Isaac Blakesley & Taylor
Christian raised an eyebrow.
"And what exactly do you care?" he demanded.
"I would like to see how well he is, yes," Isaac Blakesley rubbed his chin softly, his other hand over the brilliant gold eagle head on his walking cane.
Taylor's claustrophobia began to set in, and his knuckles began to turn white with his grip in the arms of the chair.
Apollo & Blakesley
Apollo grinned, before getting a cigarette out of his belt and lighting up.
"Well, I know I would have jumped your bones by now if I was her...would now, if I wasn't so very sure you're straight. Pity that."
He waved a hand airily.
"I like to know what my family's getting up to. I don't like it when they start threatening to destroy the world. There's too much worth keeping it around for."
Blakesley nodded.
"It isn't far, Father, if you would follow me..."
Blakesley started leading Isaac to where Christian was. N999 walked behind the two of them slowly.
Christian & Isaac Blakesley
"Riiiiight..." Christian's eyebrows widened a little.
Ok. This guys was a loony.
Blakesley's father followed his son at moderate speed, movement almost silent. He peered into the rooms on the way every now and then when he felt like it.
Apollo & Blakesley
Apollo grinned before getting up from his chair and flicking his cigarette butt into the bin.
"Ah, back to this lovely charade....Sir, yes, sir! Idiots."
He stood by the door, standing strictly at attention, face blank.
Blakesley opened the door to Christian's cell, and went inside. As N999 walked past him, Apollo goosed her slightly. She jumped and looked at him before smiling faintly and then walking across to the table.
"Here he is, Father."
Christian & Isaac Blakesley
Christian forgot to breathe for a moment as soon as the old man walked through the door.
Keeping his eyes on him, he sank back against the wall.
Isaac smiled at the sight of him, before letting his earlier look of simple interest return to his face as he walked over.
"Good morning young Christian," he began in his usual tone, "how nice it is to see you again."
"F**k you," Christian glared, but his voice lacking the usual bite.
Blakesley & Apollo
Blakesley permitted himself a faint smile before going to open up the cupboard.
"Do you wish any tools, Father?"
Apollo watched with interest.
Christian & Isaac Blakesley
"One of those daggers I believe you borrowed from me would be just perfect," his father replied, looking Christian up and down.
Christian clenched his fists, his eyes never leaving the old man's face.
Blakesley
Blakesley picked the requested knife up and gave it to his father.
"Here, Father."
Christian & Isaac Blakesley
Blakesley's father took the knife, before running his right hand fingertips over the arc his son had made earlier on Christian's chest.
Tilting his head slightly, he found the area where he had previously stabbed the Dathrian, and very slowly began to sink the blade into Christian's skin. His eyes turned to watch Christian's facial expression.
When he recieved no reaction for the first centimetre or so, he smiled.
"Your training is coming along well then, Christian."
"Don't turn me off my next meal whenever the f**k that'll be, will you?' Christian sneered.
Blakesley's father breathed evenly, thrusting the blade in another centimetre or so. Christian upper lip twitched, and that was it. Returning his head to a vertical position, he finally dove it in up to the handle.
Christian caught his breath as his eyes glazed over slightly, but he didn't make a sound.
"Very nice," Blakesley's father nodded, removing the dagger.
Blakesley & Apollo
"Do you wish to remain here a bit longer, or would you prefer to see Taylor now?" Blakesley inquired.
Apollo raised an eyebrow slightly at Christian's lack of noise at being stabbed, before schooling his face back to the usual blankness he presented around Blakesley.
Christian & Isaac Blakesley
Isaac studied the bloodied edge of the dagger for a moment, before turning to his son.
"I think I'd like to see Taylor now," he decided.
Christian closed his eyes behind him, holding in any kind of outburst that made at least two of the men before him so happy to recieve.
Blakesley & Apollo
"I will show you to him...N999, clean up here."
Blakesley left, his father behind him. Apollo reached out and closed the door behind them carefully. N999 sat on the table, running a hand through her hair and looking at him.
"So, Andrew, still alive and sane?"
"Ah, but barely, kitty. Blakesley still making you all jump?"
"Obeying orders is what we were created to do."
"A point."
Apollo stretched and stalked over to her, getting a cigarette out.
"Those things will kill you," N999 pointed out as she accepted one from him.
"You'd be surprised what it takes to kill a Norton, yes ma'am."
Christian & Isaac Blakesley
Christian finally hung his head and coughed, letting out any need he had to make a louder noise.
Isaac's hand squeezed the eagle on his walking cane slightly as he followed his son, the dagger still in his other hand.
Apollo & Blakesley
"You can scream now, if you want to," Apollo said, smoking his cigarette.
"The cameras won't pick it up."
"He's telling the truth. Or he'd already be strapped down to an operating table for touching Blakesley's precious creations."
N999 drew back on her cigarette before moving off the table to twine her arm around Apollo's waist.
"How's the score going?" she asked.
"Five hundred and counting."
"Ah. Nice."
"Want a smoke?" Apollp asked Christian.
"Here," Blakesley announced, opening the door to Taylor's cell.
Christian, Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"Screaming is something I consider only females to be really good at," Christian scorned.
Taylor tensed further - if that was actually possible - as he heard the door open and Blakesley's voice.
Isaac stepped through the doorway, his eyes falling on the Dathrian almost instantly. Already he could depict the main differences in personality.
He slowly made his way over and began to study Taylor's figure. Taylor knew that he was there, even without seeing him.
"Well, well... who, or what, do we have here?" Isaac asked rhetorically, tilting his head slightly.
He carefully placed his fingertips on the scab running above Taylor's eyebrow, and smiled slightly as he flinched away at the touch.
Apollo & Blakesley
Apollo chuckled.
"True."
He ground out his cigarette in the ash tray.
"So, want a smoke or not? Or something to drink?"
Blakesley watched his father silently.
Christian, Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Christian just shook his head, his eyes on the door. If that asshole did anything to Taylor...
Taylor meanwhile, was trying so hard to keep control.
Isaac's eyes lowered to the Dathrian's hands, noticing their almost white colouring. Slowly but surely, his left hand reached out to try and loosen Taylor's grip. Taylor gave in, letting go of the chair with that hand.
Smiling slightly, Isaac lifted the dagger and ran it slowly across the front of Taylor's neck - leaving a streak of Christian's blood strewn across it. Taylor froze, afraid of cutting his throat if he moved.
Apollo & Blakesley
"Well, I certainly don't see why Ashtoreth is so enamoured of you..."
Apollo patted N999's behind absently as he sat on the chair.
"You're rather boring."
"It is interesting, how much he differs from Christian, isn't it?" Blakelsey said.
Christian, Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"Boo hoo," Christian scorned, "if I bore you that much then just f**k off."
"I'm sure that speech could clarify that statement," Isaac said softly, lifting the dagger the Taylor's gag and slicing through the material.
He twisted it around the dagger and managed to remove it. Taylor gulped slightly, not quite sure what to do.
"Speak," Isaac insisted.
Taylor was a little taken aback by that statement, but became worried when he realized he didn't know what to say.
Apollo & Blakesley
"Ah, it speaks."
Apollo leant his elbow on his knee, rubbing his upper lip with a finger absently.
"Speak on then, sirrah."
"Well, Taylor?" Blakesley said.
"We're waiting..."
Christian, Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Christian snorted and returned his gaze to the door.
Taylor gulped slightly as he heard Blakesley's voice.
"W-what... do you want, me to say?" he stuttered, his shoulders beginning to hunch in slightly.
Isaac tilted his head again slightly as he settled into a crouch beside the chair.
"His voice is a lot more... smooth than Christian's," he observed, staring at Taylor's face.
"Possibly a slightly higher tonal range. His skin is fairer..."
His eyes fell across his arms and upper torso.
"And he is much thinner. Are you feeding him?"
Blakesley
"I do not think he was eating well before he was recaptured," Blakesley said.
"But all subjects, unless orders are otherwise left are fed regularily."
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"Interesting then how he maintains such an... energetic lifestyle," Isaac mused.
He eyed the blindfold for a moment.
"I'd heard something along the lines of this subject being able to interpret quite heavily armoured codes...?"
Blakesley
"It's quite true."
Blakesley put his hand in his lab coat pocket.
"I had him read one of the most heavily coded text we have. He read it in English without a stutter or pause."
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Taylor gulped again, wondering what he was getting himself into.
"Hm," Isaac rubbed his chin for a moment.
"Then for safety pruposes you may need to blind him in the near future. But speaking of sight of all things..."
Taylor's eyebrows crinkled in worry as he heard what the old man suggested, before feeling as Isaac lifted the blade of the dagger to his blindfold and slit through the material. It soon fell from his shoulders to the floor, and Taylor blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. They soon fell onto Blakesley's father for the first time.
Isaac hesitated, just staring into them for a moment.
"Remarkable," he said finally, before Taylor's gaze hit the floor.
"No, no," he insisted, placing two finger's under his chin and making him look into his eyes again.
Blakesley
"Believe me..." Blakesley said softly.
"The military personnel are already calling for his head on a platter. Along with any who might share his power. We have tentavily identified another alien as possessing the power of Tongue."
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Taylor's fingers had started quivering again, even more through what Blakesley had just revealed.
"Well this power could also be used to your advantage, if explored properly," Isaac said, thoughtfully.
"The ability to instantaneously decode a rival nation's sacred codes during a war enabling preparation for or destruction of any plans of attack."
Taylor began to lean away from the old man, and Isaac finally let his chin go. His eyes flew back to the floor.
Blakesley
"My point exactly."
Blakesley looked at Taylor steadily.
"Why break a tool when you could have use of it later?"
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Taylor looked no higher than Blakesley's chest, before turning his head away.
"Do you remember Kaleb* myself saying something along the lines of Christian's eyes reminding me of your mother's?" Isaac began softly before standing.
Blakesley
"Once," Blakesley said.
"Why?"
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"Well..." his father began nonchalantly.
"Taylor's are remarkably closer."
He slid his fingers slowly through Taylor's hair, before using it to tilt his head back. Taylor cringed, keeping his eyes open. He knew Blakesley hated it when he closed them.
Isaac set the tip of the dagger beneath his right eye.
"I'd like to keep one as a souvenir if I may, when death becomes him."
Blakesley
"A small enough request," Blakesley said.
"It will depend on the state his body is in once he reaches death...but I'll see what I can do."
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"I would prefer it to be intact, of course," Isaac said, letting go of Taylor's head and stepping back a little.
Taylor waited until he was sure it was alright before moving his head back - his eyes returning to the floor again.
"Please... don't blind me," he almost whispered, his eyes just beginning to well up again.
"Well now... that should be up to security, shouldn't it?" Isaac raised an eyebrow slightly.
Taylor just turned his head away again.
Blakesley
"What I've always speculated about is what would happen if he was denied access to his powers," Blakesley said.
"I've been playing with the idea of fitting a nueral suppressor collar on him..."
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"Taylor? Look at me," Blakesley's father insisted, stepping in front of him for a moment.
Taylor cringed, but looked up.
"Have you ever had your power disabled before?" Isaac asked casually.
Taylor hesitated, his eyes darting to Blakesley before returning to his father.
He slowly shook his head.
"Do you have any idea what would happen if you were denied it?"
Taylor hesitated, his eyes lowering as he thought.
"Eyes up Taylor."
His eyes immediately rose again, before he shook his head.
"I don't know," he said finally, "but please, please... don't."
Blakesley
Blakesley tilted his head slightly, studying Taylor.
"Do you think it would be wise to see what would happen?"
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
"No, no," Taylor insisted as he shook his head, having become desperate enough to look Blakesley in the eyes.
"I certainly don't see the harm in it," Isaac shrugged, looking up at his son.
Blakesley
Blakesley moved to the side, opening a cupboard and fossicking through a drawer.
"Ah."
He removed a slim band of black plastic, with a heavy electronic lock on one side.
"Video to switch to recording mode."
He walked over to Taylor and slid the band around his neck, locking the collar on.
Taylor & Isaac Blakesley
Isaac watched curiously as Taylor's eyes widened and his face turned white. His shaking increased substantially, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.
The old man shook his head.
"Something's wrong..."
Blakesley
"Perhaps. Perhaps not."
Blakesley studied Taylor.
"I wonder what it feels like for him."
Isaac Blakesley
Isaac quickly ran a few checks on Taylor - including heartbeat and temperature - before stepping back a little.
"He's not feeling it any longer. He's gone into shock. I'd suggest getting a medical in here if you do not wish to lose him altogether."
Blakesley
Blakesley stepped forward and removed the collar.
"There. That should snap him out of it a little."
He went over to the intercom to send for a medic.
Isaac Blakesley
Isaac was slightly amused when there was no reaction whatsoever in Taylor.
He leant over to inspect his pupils before stepping back again and collecting his walking cane from where he'd left it against the wall.
"It will take him anywhere between hours and days to come out of this," he sighed, almost regretfully.
"But such is the price of experimentation. I'd like someone to collect something from Christian before I leave for my motel."
He stepped out of the room to make more room for the medics.
Apollo
"Old man's coming," N999 said suddenly.
She grabbed the cigarette out of Apollo's mouth and sent them both down the drain of the small sink in the room. Apollo sighed.
"Going to give me something else to keep my hands and mouth busy?"
"Come see after lights out, I might have an answer to that question. As it stands, shut up and soldier, soldier."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am."
Apollo shook his head, smiling slightly as he retook his post near the door.
"Why aren't youu afraid of him?" she asked suddenly.
"I don't need to be," he said dismissively.
Isaac Blakesley
Isaac waited outside the room Taylor was in for a moment until the medics arrived, before beginning to make his way back to Christian's room.
When he got to the door he opened it only slightly, and beckoned for the soldier inside to join him in the corridor.
Apollo
"Yes, sir?" Apollo asked, putting his AK47 behind his back instead of slung easily in one arm.
"Can I help you?"
Isaac Blakesley
"I believe you can, soldier," Isaac replied.
"I would like precisely two square inches cut from young Mr. Thomas's right hip area. Kaleb will know what I wish to have done. Thank you in advance."
And he made his way back toward Taylor's room.
Apollo
Apollo raised an eyebrow.
"Nasty. Nin!"
Apollo went back inside.
"You can do this, because I just don't want to. The old guy wants roughly two square inches cut from this guy's hip area. I already know what he wants it for, and I'm not getting involved. When will people learn canniblism does not work? I said it to the Maenads and I'm still saying it..."
N999 chuckled softly as she lifted a scalpel.
"Dionysus can't control his women, that's the problem. My brother has lousy, lousy taste. Who would you rather spend time with, a blood crazed shrieking frenzied woman, or some pretty thing that plays an instrument and *doesn't* require a blow to the back of the head to lay down and spread her legs? I ask you."
"Why spend so much time with mortals, if we trouble you so?" N999 asked, getting a container ready.
"Oh, you have your mildly interesting points."
Christian
"F**k no!" Christian exclaimed, his eyes darting to the door again.
He pulled on the cuffs on his wrists again, until he was sure they wouldn't budge.
"Sick f**king asshole," he cursed under his breath.
Apollo
"Andrew, come hold him down for me so I can do this," N999 said.
"Heaven forbid you should get blood on your prissy white hands."
"Shut up, Nin."
Apollo came over and put his hands on Christian's hips, forcing them flat with the wall.
Christian
Christian grunted as he hit the wall, before looking the soldier up and down.
Moving quickly, he wrapped his right foot around the man's left ankle and managed to kick just above his groin area with his other.
Apollo
"Tartarus!"
Apollo winced, before moving his leg out from around Christian's.
"Bedplay later. Cutting you up now. Actually, that can be part of foreplay, with the right partner. But it's always very touchy."
He punched Christian in the jaw. Hard.
Christian
"S**t," Christian cursed, holding his face against his arm for a second.
"If that f**king prick wants me then why doesn't the ASSHOLE come and get me on his own?!" he exclaimed.
"And none of the others f**king cared if I was straight or not, so if you want me then f**king take me and save my ears from listening to your gay s**t all day long."
Apollo
Apollo tilted his head.
"Because I'm not my brother, Zeus. Enough reason for me. I don't rape. Ever. And I'm bi, not gay."
N999 lifted the scalpel.
"Can we begin?"
"Sure, doll. Go right ahead."
"Fine..."
She stepped closer and Apollo leant his leg against Christian's, hands on his waist to hold his hip still.
Christian
Christian desperately tried to hold himself back from blowing his top, but it really wasn't working. One part of himself he really didn't know how to control yet.
Putting part of his weight on the soldier's leg, he lifted his other to his foot was against the wall and pushed against it to lift himself a little.
Apollo
Apollo grunted slightly.
"Don't make me wreck any chance you have of walking again. Do it, Nin. Let's get this sorry business over with."
N999 lifted the scalpel and started to make the first cut.
Christian
"Yeah, like I'm gonna do you any f**king favours," Christian grunted.
His body curled in on itself, making a curve around where the soldier had his hands.
Apollo
"I'd see it as you doing yourself a favour..."
Apollo tightened his grip, leaning on Christian more heavily as N999 started to cut properly.
Christian
"Oh for f**k's sake..." Christian groaned, slamming his head back against the wall.
He flinched a little when it didn't knock him out.
He gulped and held his breath with his eyes closed as N999 went about her work.
Apollo
"Nearly done, Nin?" Apollo asked.
N999 glanced upwards briefly.
"I'll be done soon enough. Flesh is just so...slippery."
Christian
Christian took a deep breath, helping to control the amount of pain he was consciously feeling.
He kept his eyes closed, trying to move his body every now and then.
Apollo
Apollo closed his eyes for a moment before N999 moved away.
"Done?"
"I'm done."
Thank god. Apollo moved away from Christian, tsking at the state of his uniform. N999 ignored him as she put the flesh in a container.
Christian
Christian clenched his jaw before opening his eyes again.
He decided against looking down, knowing all he was going to see was blood. Both from his missing flesh and the earlier stab wound.
Apollo
Apollo picked up a medkit and moved across to Christian.
"Kick me in the head and I'll cut off your dick. Believe me when I say I will."
"I watched him do it once," N999 commented cheerfully.
"It was nice. The guy was screaming and cupping himself...of course, there was nothing there."
Apollo got out a sanitized bandage and put it over the large wound carefully.
Christian
"What's done is f**king done. I'm not gonna lash out just cos you had to do what you had to do," Christian cursed.
He closed his eyes again, starting to feel the vertigo form his blood loss.
Apollo
"Eh. You'd be surprised how many people hold grudges towards my fair self."
Apollo started wrapping tape around the bandage to hold it in place.
"Mostly because I seduced someone they care about. Their wife. Daughter. Girlfriend. Boyfriend. Husband."
Christian
"Man, get over yourself," Christian groaned, his head starting to spin.
"I hold many grudges. But not with soldiers. Came too close to being one myself."
Apollo
"When you have worshippers, you don't need to get over yourself."
Apollo finished and stood up.
"That shouldn't get infected, but just to be sure it doesn't..."
He put a hand over the bandages and light flared around his fingers before subsuming into the cloth. They glowed briefly before the light vanished.
"There."
Christian
Christian winced slightly, before leaning his head back against the wall.
He'd have to keep as still as he could until this vertigo wore off.
Apollo
"No, no need to thank me."
Apollo went over and washed his hands, watching pink tinged water swirl down the drain. N999 picked up the container and went to give it to Blakesley, so he could give it to his father.
"So. What is your deal anyway? It's obvious you're not one of the usual strays we pick up here."
Christian
Christian hesitated, thinking it over.
"I'm a clone, if you didn't know," he began, before swallowing.
"I was fostered out before being brought up by one of alien society's most wanted criminals. I was brought up to follow in his footsteps. He was killed in February."
Apollo
"I didn't have much to do with the alien side of things before I came here. Knew you existed, of course."
Apollo wiped his hands clean on a small hand towel.
"All of the gods watched as your people fell to earth. We decided we would let you live, to see what would happen. I, however, voted against it."
He looked at Christian, eyes cold.
"I have not yet seen any reason to reverse my descion, but I will accede for now."
Christian
Christian shrugged.
"I don't mind if you're against it, because I am too. Unlike my original out there, I'm an alien hunter."
Apollo
"You would all have died in the first generation, if I had had my way. So, you would not be alive..."
Apollo tilted his head slightly.
"But I think that would not truly bother you. Eh. I can understand my own lack of feeling for others, but yours is odd...reminds me of Agamennon."
Christian
"Certainly would have saved us a lot of hassle had you gone through with that," Christian frowned slightly, still not moving.
Damn vertigo.
Apollo
"More then enough of the gods are ridiciously softhearted."
Apollo sighed.
"And of course, they hoped to gain more worshippers. Though I think Jehovah was the only one who truly benefitted...I am not overfond of Him."
He stood.
"Well, by now, that revolting old man should have left. Be seeing you...Christian."
Christian
"Yeah. Great."
Christian sighed, before rolling his head to the side a little.
Apollo
"Ah, better to see me then Blakesley. Or even Nin. Don't bleame her too much. After all, she's barely a year old and all she knows is what they tell her."
Apollo left quietly.
Christian
"Well that's her problem," Christian murmured.
He opened his eyes for a second, but gave up and closed them again.
His thoughts turned to Taylor. The old man had come out and there was still no sign of him...
Blakesley
Blakesley sat across from Taylor, studying him quietly. Of he did not come out of this soon...he might have to take steps.
"I would suggest that you wake up before I become impatient," Blakesley observed.
Isaac Blakesley
Isaac stepped forward and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"I'm afraid he cannot hear you," he said softly.
"Best you turn your attention to another subject until Taylor returns to us. And I'd suggest making his surroundings more... welcoming, if you wish him back as soon as possible. There is still a chance he could slip into a coma."
Blakesley
"You may be right."
Blakesley stood and slit the tape bonds on Taylor's wrists and ankles quickly, before removing the cloth that hung around his neck.
"Is there anything else you wish, Father?"
Isaac Blakesley
"If that is your way of asking assistance, I suggest making a room for him," Isaac raised his eyebrows, pulling out some black cotton gloves and pulling them over his hands.
"Trick his mind into thinking he is safe, and it is alright to come out. A normal hospital room would be perfect."
Blakesley
"A good idea..."
Blakesley went and called for a soldier to come in and transport Taylor elsewhere.
"There are plenty of personnel he has not seen."
Isaac Blakesley
"Perfect."
Isaac grasped his walking cane, then headed for the door.
"I think I will retire to the local motel for the rest of today. I will most likely return tomorrow."
Blakesley
"I look forward to your return then."
Blakesley let his father out, before letting the soldier who was waiting at the door in.
Isaac Blakesley & Christian
Isaac bid his son fairwell, then hailed another taxi he'd called earlier. He directed the driver to the nearest motel, and finally slipped into the back seat.
Christian opened his eyes again as he felt his nerves start to react around his hip area.