Yet again her delicate hands scooped up his own, his head tilted slightly to the side towards her, his staring for at their hands, watching her thumb stroke gently over the back of his hand. Would she ever do that to him again.. would she ever look at him or talk with him, would she ever help him...would she ever hold him again.. His other hand moved from where it had been resting on his lap, his fingers gently reaching for her cheek. The tips of his fingers only stroked against her skin with the lightest of touch, his eyes searching for hers, waiting for her to look at him. As she does, as her dark brown eyes stare back at him, a warm charming smile spread across his tired features.
He pulled his hand away slowly, keeping the smile on his face as he looked at her, he didn't want her to be upset her down, he would have liked to see that smile of hers again... it was so ...sweet..
"Thank you for allowing me to hold you before...I've never..." His trailed off quietly, his eyes drifting to the floor, he blinked slowly, his eyes lingering closed before he was able to force them open again. He wished he could have helped her...he wished he... he wished he was stronger.. his hand dragged itself over towards his jacket, pulling the vest weakly towards him. He pulled it onto his lap, all the time his eyes drifting across the barrier, not really focusing on anything. His fingers took his dog tags safely into his hand, his other hand gently turning Catherines hand that held onto his over so he could place the tags inside her small slim fingers.
"No family to give them to.." He whispered with slow shallow breaths seen in the gentle rise and fall of his chest, his head leaned back against the wall. As his hand softly closed her fingers over the necklace, his eyes turned to her with a rather mixture of blurred emotions, all dulled by the look of exhaustion.
"You're all I have left Catherine... you're the only one who.. who knows me.. even.. ev-....we love you....don't let him say otherwise.." Changing the subject half way through the reason as to why he wanted her to have his tags straight back to Jon and Riley not wanting her to believe his lies. Although Riley was stubbornly trying to keep eye contact with her, each moment that passed seem to cause Riley's head to tilt downwards slightly until he let his eyes close and rested his head back against the wall again.
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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She looked up as his fingers brushed against her cheek, her eyes drawn to his as if pulled on a silken thread, she was thoroughly confused by all this. No man had ever touched her so tenderly, they usually just grabbed what they wanted from her. He was leaving her ... leaving her alone in this alien word ... it was almost as if every time she found him something took him away. It had happened three times now ... and she realised that she couldn't find him again this time ... no she could and she would!
She felt him curl her fingers about his dog tags, pressing her fingers against the cool material. Her eyes searched his for a second, seeing the tiredness in them.
'You're all I have left Catherine... you're the only one who.. who knows me.. even.. ev-....we love you....don't let him say otherwise...'
'Riley I swear I'll take you away from here ... I promise.' Her words seemed so hollow and empty as she spoke them but she did mean them. There was a snort from Jon as he stood looking in a the pair of them ... what was Cat playing at? He'd never seen her like this about anyone unless it was one of her four closest friends and she hardly knew Riley.
She watched his head slump against the wall ... why was this happening? ... and why to her?
'I'll make you remember me some how ...' She didn't know how but when Cat really set her mind to something she usually did it. She'd watched Jon and Brad at the skateboard park they went to once and decided she wanted to learn, her agility must have helped her but she'd end up going almost every day to practise even though it was a half an hours bus ride to the skating park and she had to borrow Jon or Brad's board each time she went. She'd still kept at it even despite the fact she had ended up falling off many times, coming home with an assortment of cuts and bruises. What had made her so determined was the fact that Nine and Bekki had kept telling her in the nicest way that she wasn't really cut out for it, and the general rule with Cat was if you told her to do one thing she would do the opposite
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Re: The Initiative Holding Cells'Riley I swear I'll take you away from here ... I promise.' Her words swam around in the back of his mind, part of him wondered where she'd take him, back to the famly that thought him dead... or back to the school where he didn't think he belonged..
'I'll make you remember me some how ...' Although his eyes remained closed, and his head still rested back agaisnt the wall, it tilted slightly to towards Catherine as if he wanted to look at her, but his eyes refused to open. His smile returned, she was stubborn, he wondered why'd she do to poor Marc Lucas in order to reach Riley Fin who was hidden away. Would part of him still remember her? His hand seemed to refuse to let go of hers, continuing to hold it so lightly, as if he was scared he was going to hurt her if he held any tighter. Would it be as if he was staring at her through a glass cage...seeing but never really being able to tell her that he still sees her..
"Take comfort in your friends Catherine....everybody hurts....and everybody cries sometimes, but we all make it through by...by...by being there for each other...like you're here.." He almost forgot what he was saying, but he remembered, he didn't want to sleep, he was going to fight it as best he could.. Maybe he should just lay down, that way he wouldn't fall side ways onto Catherine if he fell sleep, he wasn't keen on slumping side ways.. His hand slowly tucked his vest behind him, between his back and the wall, his hand then pushing him away from the wall as his knees bent in an effort to help pull him into the proper position.
He hesitated for a short moment, his heart was racing again, but not because of the drugs, or because of his feelings he was discovering he had for the girl beside him...he was growing scared. He could feel it was coming, the sleep, it was like he was dying, waiting for his last breath, waiting to leave for somewhere...and he knew he might never return.. He leaned back slowly, resting his head on the vest like Catherine had suggested he do earlier. His eyes opened only slightly, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head towards Catherine and closing his eyes again. He didn't want to stare at such a cold and empty thing, not for the last thing he'll ever remember seeing...even if the new him won't remember..
His body turned to its side, his hand still holding hers gently, though his grip kept loosening when he moved about so he didn't twist her hand or hurt her. Opening his eyes, he watched as his other hand cupped over hers as he still held it, he was going to forget everything....everyone.. Catherine woke him up once...maybe she could do it again, he didn't want to forget his parents...or friends...sure there was a lot he's wished he'd forget, but sometimes the pain helped him survive....helped him realize what was important. His hands pulled her hand closer to his face, as if he wanted to sleep with the comfort of her touch. His eyes closed as his breathing slowed even more, the movement in his chest was barely seen, though he could feel the echoe of his heart pounding all through him.
"Remember them for me.." He whispered as he thought once more of his parents, trying to remember his mothers smile and the way his father would laugh. He was also worried over who Marc Lucas was, was he going to hurt Catherine, would Catherine remember to fight back? He refused to even try and open his eyes now, he didn't want her to see he was afraid, he's hardly ever been afraid of things in his life, and he didn't want her to see he was scared... She must have been scared of what was going to happen to her, she must be worried and afraid as well... he wished he could hold her again..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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Catherine watched as Riley lay down, placing his head upon the vest his eyes, looking up towards her's ... he was leaving her, just like everyone else always did.
'Riley?' His hazel eyes were closing, his lips parted as he breathed, his hand slipping from hers to fall to the floor, she made no effort to stop it. There was nothing she could do, clinging to his hand would do nothing. When she was sure he was properly asleep she lifted her gaze, the expression in her dark eyes changing from concern to anger as her eyes fell upon the figures of Jon and Joan. As far as she was concerned this was their fault, and the fact that they seemed to be enjoying this just fed the anger she could feel begin to course through her veins.
'Cat.' Jon said his attention on a silver gun he was holding in his hands, he was fitting what she supposed was a tranquilliser dart into it ... by any rates it wasn't a bullet. He looked up his blue eyes meeting her dark ones, she looked pissed off but he wasn't really surprised. 'I want you to go and sit at the back of the holding cell with your hands on your head.' She glowered at him, her hands clentched into fists at her sides at her sides, the edges of the dog tags cutting into her soft skin. 'Catherine! Joan won't hesitate to shoot you if you don't.' The look on Joan's face confirmed this, Cat's frown deepened and with a last wrathful look she turned and stepped to the back of the cell, sitting down with her back against the wall, slipping her hands up behind her head.
The door to her cell slid open and Jon entered, keeping his eyes glued to the figure of Cat who was watching his every move. He bent down and grabbed hold of Riley under the arms, knotting his muscles to help his partially lift the man and drag him from the cell. He came back in a moment later after depositing Riley outside.
'I'll be needing his vest and jumper.' He said motioning at the jumper she was wearing, Cat gritted her teeth angrily struggling out of the jumper she almost hurled the thing at him.
He let his eyes look over her body for a minute, looking at the hugging material. No he shouldn't think like that about Cat, not when Joan was here not when she was being kept captive here. He picked up the vest and the jumper and turned to leave, it was then she caught sight of the marks on the back of his neck, claw marks.
'That was you!' She got to her feet swiftly 'You killed Lisa.' She could feel anger surge through her like a crashing wave upon a beach. She didn't care if there was a dart gun trained at her, she took a threatening step forwards, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Jon looked back at her at the same second she caught sight of Joan pulling the trigger on the dart gun which was pointed at her, at the same moment she felt the now familiar sensation of everything around her slowing down.
Seeing the dart tracking through the air, still moving fast towards her even though everything was in slow motion. Springing to the side, turning her head to see the dart smack into the wall. Jon slipped outside and pressed the code to close the door, Cat lunged forwards, time speeding up again half way through the door closing so by the time she reached it it was closed. Her slender body crashed into the reinforced glass, seeing a purple haze over the door then pain, pain coursing through her. She gave a yelp and sprang backwards, imprisoned again in the cell.
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Re: The Initiative Holding Cells"Riley." He didn't want to leave, he tried to reply, but everything seemed to swirl about him, his eyes where closing no matter how hard he tried to keep them open. He couldn't feel his fingers falling from Cat's hand, he held on as long as his body was willing to fight the drugs. He wanted to stay with her... he wanted to.. why did they keep stealing him away when he gets close to her, he's never held someone like his held her.. Once outside the cell, his body was damped down with the other agents who - like him - had desires to abandon the Initiative.
Once the cell was shut, Joan glared at Cat for her ability to avoid the dart, but before she could say anything, the doors of the re-training room slid open and two more agents in grey uniforms came out and began dragging in on operative at a time. Since Riley was furthest away, he was the last to be taken, his feet dragging along the ground as they hauled him away into the room.
"And to think, if he never met you, I bet he'd still be in the school of yours, spying on all your freaksih little friends for us, so... in a sense...little kitten, this is aaaall you're fault." Joan's heartless gaze had become warm and her smile seemed almost joyful even though she did try and hide it, she really did enjoy watching Catherine squirm in pain.
Spike paced back and forth in front of the barrier of his cell, how dare they do this, they didn't have the right! He stopped, his hazel human-like eyes watching over Catherine as she runs into the barrier. Then glared at Joan as she blamed all this on Catherine, Spike growled, moving dangerously close to the elecric field that skimmed over his side of the glass.
"Bollocks!" The vampire growled defensivly, not letting Joan hurt Catherine even more then she's been hurt, but then looked towards Catherine stubbornly.
"Riley wanted t'go get you Pet, he chose to, he didn'have to, he wanted to, it was all his choice, the mutants could have found another way, he chose to go after you. This is none of your fault, they did the same thing to him in my world, he never met you there, an' his worse off in Lost Angels." The vampires eyes turned towards Joan and Jon, growling louder in anger as he finished off.
"It's all their fault!" The vampire was certain of this, part of him was being so protective over Catherine because Jennifer was so fond of her, but another part still felt he owed her for having thrown her into his world. Joan smiled, as if she was saying 'she can believe that is she wishes, but we all know it's a lie', but she didn't reply, making her way into the re-training room with the same smile still on her face.
"Be back soon Jon...why not spend some time getting to know your little friend?" She teased without looking back, maybe she could offer a deal with Jon...she'll let him have Catherine for a night off radar, and he let her have Riley... that way he can't complain like he had done from the kiss back at the school. She'd love that... love the chance to get hold of Riley, he was like a forbiddon fruit, always there, yet never able to be touched, and for someone like Joan, that was almost a temptation that she always would try to get her hands on.
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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He had stayed relatively quiet and just sat ignoring what was going on outside of his cell up till now, but the woman shooting at Cat had caused the anger inside him to boil to the surface, he was supposed to protect her but inside this cell he was powerless to stop anything happening to her.
the restraints that had lay discarded on the floor of the cell now flew across it, missing the vampire and slamming into the glass of the cell, he stood and walked angrily over towards the glass "None of this is your fault" he growled through gritted teeth.
"Bnd if you touch her Boy" he continued to Jon, "You will regret it for the rest of your very short life" his eyes quickly searched Cat's cell, he wished he was the one who had been shot at, that dart of sedatives could have come in handy. he began pacing , avoiding bumping into spike, as he did so he noticed a tiny flaw in the glass where one of the restraints had hit, without making it obvious he took a closer look, where one had hit akwardly it had chipped a tiny bit of the glass, minute cracks could clearly be seen "looks like you could have been wrong spike" he whispered "i may be getting us out of here after all"
He stepped backwards, a feeling of hope flowing through him, with a swift action he kicked sideways at the flaw in the glass, ignoring the pain as the electricity field passed through his body. The cracks enlarged, they would now be visable to anyone standing outside the cell, he would have to work fast, quickly he withdrew his leg and kicked again, one more good solid hit and he would be through
Re: The Initiative Holding Cells'And to think, if he never met you, I bet he'd still be in the school of yours, spying on all your freakish little friends for us, so... in a sense...little kitten, this is aaaall you're fault.' Cat glared at her through the clear glass, she knew that Riley hadn't just come back for her he'd come for the three others as well. Especially for Dawn, how was she going to tell the witch about this when she got back ... or more precisely how was she not going to tell her, remembering what she had promised Riley.
She watched him until he was out of sight behind the door, then her attention flicked back tot he woman who was now walking towards the door.
'You'll pay for this ... I swear you will.' She growled, fighting back the urge to punch the glass, knowing that it would only hurt her, the door closed with a decisive click behind Joan.
'What are you doing here?' She snapped, her attention turning back to Jon. He smirked and moved closer to her, his eyes upon the curve of her hips and swell of her chest which the suit revealed. Couldn't hurt to look, Cat noticed the train of his eyes and glowered.
'And if you touch her Boy' She heard the agents voice ring out, 'You will regret it for the rest of your very short life.' Did he have to keep sticking his ore in? She could look after herself ... but she was glad there was someone looking out for her now Riley was gone. She felt a painful sensation in the region of her chest at the thought.
Jon ignored the sound of the cuffs and the kick, he couldn't get out, he gave Catherine his whole attention even though he could see he was making her uncomfortable with his gaze.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Initiative Holding Cells"Right, break out, what do you have to fear, you don't have a trigger device in your head." The vampire stepped back slightly, as he grumbled, watching the genetically enhanced human ram against the glass. The doors of the entrance to the cells slid open yet again, the busy comings and goings where rather uncommon, but today was a fairly imporntant day. The Initiative had dealings with the powerful A.Corp industries, the Lawfirm had developed a soldier much like the other dimensional Trinity. Although not as powerful as Trinity's more advance systems, they hope to upgrade the new T1 into a more powerful cyber system. All they needed for the trade to be complete was for A.Corp to pick up Spike, what possible needs they would want with the demon where left unasked.
A tall, well dressed, dark haired man who walked in front of two other agents walking at his side a step behind him, moved towards the cell that Thompson was banging agaisnt. Cole's eyes turned towards Jon, then back towards Thompson, a faint smile barely seen on his lips as he holds out his hand. A blue light began flicking about his fingers, almost like a blast of electricity hitting the glass, making its way through the cracking sheet and striking the human with a power force.
Spike stared down at Thompson and then over at Cole, stepping further back from the glass, Cole didn't move until Thompson's body slumped down to the ground. Takinga step forward, the part-demons body faded from side before reappearing inside the cell, stnding in front of Spike. The vampire pressed his body against the back wall of the cell, he seemed frightened, raising his arm defensivly as the demon moved towards him. Coles hand waved across in front of Spike, the appearence of cuffs suddenly returning to his arms and feet, the vampire struggled to free his hands, but the restraints where real.
"And this is the one from the other world?" Cole's eyes studied the vampires face as he asked the agents, one of whom replied with a yes. Coles hand reached out for Spikes hands as the undead creature held them in front of his chest, pinning his hands against his chest with his over powering strength. The demonic Lawyer's foot pressed against the restraints around Spike's ankles, and although Spike tried to push him off, he seemed helplessly over powered by the demons strength.. Coles spare hand reached for Spike's head, his fingers taking hold of Spike's chin and turning it to the side for a better look, Spike growled, but Cole ignored him as he turned Spike's head the other way. With another growl as Spike closed his eyes, his face deforms into its true demonic nature, but still Cole seemed unfased by the appearence.
"Hmm... It seems fit, might have to work on its behaviour, that shouldn't be a problem.. Have you removed the implant?" Spike's eyes opened as the intruder finished speaking, the agents glanced uncomfortably at each other and then one spoke up saying that was planned for tomorrow. Cole sighed unhappily as he faded from the cell, the pressure on Spike's chest and feet instantly relieved and finally letting his body slid down the wall until he sat with his back pressed against it. There was an odd expression on the vampires face, the look of fear and uncertainty probably hard to see in his deformed face unless one was to focus passed the demonic disguise and study his golden eyes.
"I had a lot of expense put into that Cyberdroid, if this is not ready when I get back, then there will be consequences you lot will not be fond of." The half breed glared at the two agents who seemed very nervous, then looked towards Jon, who seemed to be on duty in the cells as far as Cole would tell.
"You, I have authorization to borrow one of your creatures, that one, for classification purposes, open the cell." Cole was in no mood for any of this, everything seemed to be taking forever, his hand pointed towards Spike, a threatening glint in his eyes.
"And you had better make sure my property isn't damaged." The Lawyer lowered his arm and through a glance at Catherine, sensing she was human, but he ignored her just as quickly and waited impatiently for Jon to retrieve the Dark wavey haired creature celled beside the girl.
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Her dark eyes swept from the new man who'd just appeared to Spike and then to Jon ... what did they want with Spike? Were they going to take each of them one by one and leave her alone here, she stepped an inch closer to the plain glass. In sorts quite thankful that he wasn't interested in her, it seemed like Spike was the one with all the bad luck judging on what had happened so far to him.
Jon glanced at the door through which Joan had disappeared, wishing she was out here now. Watching in shock as the guy seemed to fade into the demon's cell. Jon's eyes sliding back to Cat for a moment, she seemed as shocked and surprised as him. Realising the man had spoken to him he nodded hurriedly and moved off to carry out his superiors bidding. Remembering what Joan had said about opening the cell doors.
'Yes Sir.' He said, trying to sound as military like as possible.
'Hey let Riley go.' Cat said angrily fixing the guy with a glare, she'd recovered from seeing him slide through the glass, his powers were nothing when compared to Sean's in her estimation. She didn't think for a second he'd comply with her demand but she'd promised to help Riley and she couldn’t think of another way in her present position other than to yell and shout, she still had the dog tags clenched in her hand. She angrily shoved her gold and brown hair from her eyes and glared out at the man who'd so easily restrained Spike, her face only a hairsbreath from the electric current with ran over her side of the glass. She hadn't felt so frustrated in ages, her pulse racing angrily, she couldn't do anything, there was noone to hit, nothing to kick, she'd have loved a punch bag at the moment or perhaps just Jon.
He opened the door slightly, aimed at the creature upon the other side, the dart striking it in the lower abdomen, there was the sound of it slumping to the floor the next second. He opened the door the rest of the way and looked back at Cole waiting further commands.
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An amused half smirk appeared upon the part demons face, he'd never had a little girl order him about before, he turned his attention towards the two agents who had accompanied him.
"Riley?" He asked curiously, they looked towards the re-training room door and a rather pleased look fell upon the new man.
"Ah.. You're using our equipment, finally." But Cole's attention was pulled from the door and moved over to the boy in the cell. His hand waved once again and restraints appeared on Draven's hands and legs, then he moved forward, pausing right in front of Jon. He looked down at the human boy, another rather cruel looking smile gracing his lips as his foot raised and pressed lightly on Draven's chest.
"We'll be back later." His words where spoken clearly, but there was an odd sensation that seemed to flow from Cole, like raw power just flowing from his very soul. But the part demon said nothing else as both he and the soulled creature disappear, fading from sight. The gentle hiss of the re-training room doors signaled the return of Joan, who seemed rather pleased with herself.
"They're almost ready, the mental blocks have been set up and they'll return for memory imprinting in a few days." She paused and glanced about for Jon, then moved for the Cell he was in and grinned slightly.
"Oh, Cole was here, pleasent, isn't he?" She mocked rolling her eyes slightly as she leaned against the wall, ignoring the fact Catherine was standing so close to the barrier.
"Anyway, we've altered some of their behaviours, should be interesting to see the difference, it's like recycling bodies, same body, different people." She seemed highly impressed with all this, and she was really keen to see if this helps their loyalty with the Initiative.
'Ah.. You're using our equipment, finally.' She glared at him, mentally stabbing him, wishing she could get onto the other side of the glass, he wouldn't be so cocky then. In reality she's have probably have been beaten to within an inch of her life if she tried to go up against him, but at the moment she just didn't care. They were killing Riley and there was nothing she could do to stop them, she felt completely and utterly useless.
She watched him leave only for her eyes to be drawn back to the room they had taken Riley into as the door slid open. But her eager eyes only saw Joan's figure appear, she made a low noise which sounded remarkably like a growl.
'They're almost ready, the mental blocks have been set up and they'll return for memory imprinting in a few days.' Did that mean he'd still remember her?
'Let him go Blondie.' She said threateningly even though she was imprisoned and was in no position to demand anything from the blonde woman.
'Anyway, we've altered some of their behaviours, should be interesting to see the difference, it's like recycling bodies, same body, different people.'
'You can’t do this to them, haven't you heard of ethics.' She wanted to smack this infuriating woman around the face, go into that room shake Riley until he remembered her and then drag him home away from this dreadful place. How could he bear to live here?
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The slow turn of Joan's body, shifting about to face Catherine yet still leaning against the wall, tilting her head slightly to get a better view of the girl in her cell.
"Sweetie, seriously, what's up with you? Are we going to have to give you something to relax you, coz really, you're getting annoying. Ril-no, correction, I mean, Marc Lucas is property of the Initiative, just like Spike...just like you right now." She stepped over and stood right in front of the glass, staring Cat right in the eyes, delight seen sparkling in her eyes.
"We can do anything with you, no one will ever know, and no one will ever care, we can use you in any way we want.." Her eyes drifted over towards Jon, another rather coy smile spreading across her lips before looking back at her.
"...any way we desire." Her tone suddenly turned cold and low, speaking as if she wished only Catherine to hear her words.
"Riley Finn is gone, and truth be told, no one's going to miss him, his parents have already buried him and moved on, his friends thinks he's left them.." She smiled faintly before a serious look comes across her features.
"No one cares about Finn, no one knows who he is, you honestly think even if he was allowed to go home he could just forget his training? He's a killer sweetie, the perfect soldier, no questions, no hesitation, he's not human any more, he's a machine. And that machine belongs to the Initiative, he belongs to us, and will never fit in any where else." She turned her back to the girl and motioned for the remaining agents inside the room to go and help retrieve the others inside the retraining room.
"We'll have to prep the room for tomorrow morning's operation, so once the operatives are out, help the others clean up." As she spoke, the agents moved into the other room, Joan threw Catherine a warning glance, if she made any trouble... Joan was going to enjoy having to shove a needle in her; the girl didn't seem fond of them.
Re: The Initiative Holding Cells'Sweetie, seriously, what's up with you? Are we going to have to give you something to relax you, coz really, you're getting annoying. Ril-no, correction, I mean, Marc Lucas is property of the Initiative, just like Spike...just like you right now.' Catherine tossed her head, defiantly meeting the girls eyes, she wasn't about to let this girl boss her around, she'd spent enough years of her life being pushed around by girls at the schools she'd been to.
'You can’t own a person ...' A stand of brown hair feel into her eyes, she shoved it angrily from her pretty face eyes blazing. 'You don't own me.'
'We can do anything with you, no one will ever know, and no one will ever care, we can use you in any way we want..' Cat didn't like the way Joan was looking at Jon. The young man turned to look at Cat with a look in his eyes that made her skin crawl. '...any way we desire.' She shuddered slightly and backed away a pace from the glass, glad for the first time that there was something solid between them.
'No one cares about Finn, no one knows who he is, you honestly think even if he was allowed to go home he could just forget his training? He's a killer sweetie, the perfect soldier, no questions, no hesitation, he's not human any more, he's a machine. And that machine belongs to the Initiative, he belongs to us, and will never fit in any where else.' A killer? she couldn't believe that, she wouldn't believe it ... but ... had he ever killed anyone? ... would he have shot her if Joan had commanded it? He wasn't a machine he had thoughts and feelings she knew ... she could remember him yelling at her in Lost Angles.
'I care, his parents only think he's dead because of people like you and his friends do care. He's human and he doesn't need any of you.' She said defensively. Hadn't Riley trained his dog from being a killer to herding sheep, well they could teach Riley how to lead a normal life ... it was possible wasn't it. If she could turn from a nervous shy girl into someone who was streetwise in three years she was sure Riley could change too.
Her eyes followed Joan as she made her way back into the room holding the operatives.
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The vampire listened to what was being said, but he was far more distracted with what that powerful high demon had said, and then what the agents had said... Remove his chip?
"I already found something... my lil'metallic soul.." He was talking with Storm, he realized how important the implant was, he didn't want to lose it, not now, not now that he has found a place that he can be safe. He was all better, all good, all...he was... he was good, a good demon, he was.. he was good.. and he was going to get a soul, they promised to help.. they promised to help him.. Spike began gently shaking his head, he didn't want to turn back into Spike, he didn't want to become that again, not that monster, not now, not after all he's struggled to for.
The vampire had shifted over for his cell companion, his hands anxiously shaking the man as gently as his restrained panicking hands would allow him.
"Don't let'em take it away, don't let'em bring Spike back, wake up, you're a demon hunter, I'm here, stop me, before they turn me back into him. Wake up, bloody wake up you stupid git...please...wake up!" Spike plea was interupted as yet again the retraining room door slid open, one by one agents where helped out into the detention room. Most where half dragged, half walking of their own will, it was a few minutes before Riley was brought out, the very last one. Each and every one of the re-programed agents seemed dazed and groggy, waking up from the drug induced sleeps they had been put in.
Riley was placed carefully beside another female agent across from Cat's cell, she had woken already, glancing nervously at Riley as his body slumped sideways against her. As his head tilted forward, it quickly raised rested back against the wall behind him. The young strawberry blonde shoulder lengthed haired girl seemed to have tears swelling in her eyes as she studied her hands and then the faces around her.
Riley's eyes opened, staring up at the ceiling before looking around in a startled panic, what was going on? He stared at the girl beside him, quickly pulling himself away from her, all of the people around him that where sitting down seemed just as confused and some ever appeared frightend. The agents disappeared back into the room, leaving the re-programed ones alone with Jon and Joan for the moment. Raising his hand, Riley's fingers gently touched his face as he looked ahead...why was there a girl in that cell? Why was she looking at him like that? ..Where was he, who where these people, they looked like military... was he in the military?
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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She watched half eagerly half afraid as they dragged the agents out from the room one by one ... what had they done to them in there ... Cat wasn't sure she wanted top know precisely what had gone on. They looked so confused and scared, how could the initiative do this to them ... they were supposed to be "protecting" people, killing the evil vampires, she glanced across at Spike ... but were they even that bad. Everything she knew and set rules by was changing and altering and she wasn't sure what she belived herself anymore.
Her eyes opened slightly wider as she saw them bring out Riley, and place him carefully against the wall, his head falling against the shoulder of a strawberry haired girl next to him. His eyes opened a moment later and he pulled himself away from her, Cat ignored the other occupants in the room her attention upon Riley. She saw him reach up and touch his face, his eyes meeting her's, she searched his eyes for a long moment but she couldn't see any flicker of recognition in the hazel depths ... Riley was gone.
His eyes moved away from hers to look around him once again, she switched her gaze to glare at Joan then looked back at Riley.
'Riley?' She said trying to get his attention, he didn't respond, she made an infuriated noise in the back of her throat. In a sudden frustrated rage to get his attention she smashed the palms of her hands into the glass, it rattled and a purple field rippled. Giving a yelp of pain straight away she snatched them back again, looking down at her palms, expecting them to have been burnt but their surface was as smooth as always.
'How can you stand there after what you've done to them?' Cat protested angrily looking at Joan. 'This is all your fault, let me go.' She paused only to gather breath before turning back to Riley. 'Don't you recognise me? Riley? Please say you know me.' She appealed.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
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There was an alluring scent on his fingers, his mind focused solely on that for a moment, wondering where it had come from, who was its owner. But soon his eyes travelled across at the girl he sat beside, she had a stronger scent coming from her, different, she smelt like daffidiles..
'Riley?' It was only moments after this unfamiliar name that had been heard from the cell across from where Riley and some others sat, that a frustred growl of sorts was heard. Eyes drifted back to the girl, watching in shock as her hands slammed aganst the electrified barrier, with a yell Riley sat up straighter with a flicker of worry running through his eyes.
'How can you stand there after what you've done to them?' Confused glances moved from the caged girl to the blonde girl she was glaring at, what was this girl on about? What had these people done to them? Why couldn't he remember anyone?
'This is all your fault, let me go.' Riley blinked slightly as he let his hand drop down to his chest, resting gently over his heart as he watched in puzzlement. Was she a captive here? What had she done..? She didn't look that dangerous, but she did appear rather hostile..
'Don't you recognise me? Riley? Please say you know me.' Her dark eyes returned to him, he shifted about uncomfortably, he didn't like this, she sounded desperate, but he couldn't answer her... was he Riley? Why didn't that name sound familiar.. he tried to think of his name, but nothing came to mind. In fact, the more he tried to remember the more he realized he couldn't, Joan must have seen the flare of panic in his eyes as he searched for hidden answers, because she knelled down before him. He squirmed slightly, as if he wanted to keep his distance from her as she moved closer to him, her smile and gentle touch of her hand against his cheek caused him to hesitate.
"It's alright Marc, you're safe, all of you are, you've been involved in an accident, your memory loss is only temporary, everything will return in a few days." Marc? Riley? ..Why where they all calling him different names? His mind absorbed the scent drifting off this new girl, but it was different to the one on his hands, he didn't like her scent.. he wanted to find the person he had touched that left that scent upon him..
"If you all search for your I.D cards, you'll find out your names." Her eyes turned back to Catherine for the shortest of momments as all, including Riley, pulls out wallets that had been placed in the pockets of their pants.
"I'm Cassie Parker.." Come a soft whisper from beside Riley, who turned his head to her for a moment as his fingers pulled his I.D from his new wallet.
"I'm....Marc Lucas." He stared at his name, it sounded so alien, all these names and faces where alien to him.. He looked up at the girl who had called him Riley and asked him so desperately for him to remember her.
"I'm sorry...I'm not who you think I am, I don't know you.." Guiltily he stared back down at his I.D, staring at the smiling face that was plasted to the right of the card. Was that him? His head hurt... all this confusion was so tiring, he looked over at one of the male agents, Graham, he was staring at him, just like that girl in the cell .. why was everyone staring at him?
He shifted his position slightly, glade that Joan had moved away and focused on some of the other agents, she was far too close for comfort before. He looked back up at Catherine, poor girl ... something must be wrong with her, a lot of Agents have been known to crack under pressure.. Maybe this Riley guy was her boy friend, and he died, and she wasn't able to cope so they had her here to stop her from hurting herself ..
Riley looked bakc down at his I.D, then rested his hand over his face as he closed his eyes, he didn't like this, he didn't know what was going on. And he didn't like all these people, why couldn't he be somewhere more quiet, and the girl beside him started crying again.. A boy from across the room snapped at her, telling her to stop acting so childish, Riley frowned, some other agents back Cassie up and told the yelling agent to be quiet. This only made him more angery, the blonde haired man standing to his feet as he seemed to want to take matters into his own hands. But as he stepped towards the yelling agents, who Joan didn't seem to bother stepping in and stoping the fight, Riley stood up. His hight surprised everyone, the blonde haired boy only reached Riley's eyes, causing him to look up slightly.
There was a rather awkward moment before he stepped back and sat down again, Riley stepped back as well and leaned against the wall. Part of him wished that boy had kept going, he wasn't sure why.. why did he want to fight? Another part was glade to have delt with that and not resort to anything serious. Uncomfortably he stared down at his hands, he was tall, everything seemed slightly smaller from up here, he looked towards Jon after a moment..
"..Who are you?" Rileys words where spoke slowly, as if he felt that he should have known this person, but he couldn't recognise his face, but he did remember things.. just certain things, like things he learnt at school..
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There was an alluring scent on his fingers, his mind focused solely on that for a moment, wondering where it had come from, who was its owner. But soon his eyes travelled across at the girl he sat beside, she had a stronger scent coming from her, different, she smelt like daffidiles..
'Riley?' It was only moments after this unfamiliar name that had been heard from the cell across from where Riley and some others sat, that a frustred growl of sorts was heard. Eyes drifted back to the girl, watching in shock as her hands slammed aganst the electrified barrier, with a yell Riley sat up straighter with a flicker of worry running through his eyes.
'How can you stand there after what you've done to them?' Confused glances moved from the caged girl to the blonde girl she was glaring at, what was this girl on about? What had these people done to them? Why couldn't he remember anyone?
'This is all your fault, let me go.' Riley blinked slightly as he let his hand drop down to his chest, resting gently over his heart as he watched in puzzlement. Was she a captive here? What had she done..? She didn't look that dangerous, but she did appear rather hostile..
'Don't you recognise me? Riley? Please say you know me.' Her dark eyes returned to him, he shifted about uncomfortably, he didn't like this, she sounded desperate, but he couldn't answer her... was he Riley? Why didn't that name sound familiar.. he tried to think of his name, but nothing came to mind. In fact, the more he tried to remember the more he realized he couldn't, Joan must have seen the flare of panic in his eyes as he searched for hidden answers, because she knelled down before him. He squirmed slightly, as if he wanted to keep his distance from her as she moved closer to him, her smile and gentle touch of her hand against his cheek caused him to hesitate.
"It's alright Marc, you're safe, all of you are, you've been involved in an accident, your memory loss is only temporary, everything will return in a few days." Marc? Riley? ..Why where they all calling him different names? His mind absorbed the scent drifting off this new girl, but it was different to the one on his hands, he didn't like her scent.. he wanted to find the person he had touched that left that scent upon him..
"If you all search for your I.D cards, you'll find out your names." Her eyes turned back to Catherine for the shortest of momments as all, including Riley, pulls out wallets that had been placed in the pockets of their pants.
"I'm Cassie Parker.." Come a soft whisper from beside Riley, who turned his head to her for a moment as his fingers pulled his I.D from his new wallet.
"I'm....Marc Lucas." He stared at his name, it sounded so alien, all these names and faces where alien to him.. He looked up at the girl who had called him Riley and asked him so desperately for him to remember her.
"I'm sorry...I'm not who you think I am, I don't know you.." Guiltily he stared back down at his I.D, staring at the smiling face that was plasted to the right of the card. Was that him? His head hurt... all this confusion was so tiring, he looked over at one of the male agents, Graham, he was staring at him, just like that girl in the cell .. why was everyone staring at him?
He shifted his position slightly, glade that Joan had moved away and focused on some of the other agents, she was far too close for comfort before. He looked back up at Catherine, poor girl ... something must be wrong with her, a lot of Agents have been known to crack under pressure.. Maybe this Riley guy was her boy friend, and he died, and she wasn't able to cope so they had her here to stop her from hurting herself ..
Riley looked bakc down at his I.D, then rested his hand over his face as he closed his eyes, he didn't like this, he didn't know what was going on. And he didn't like all these people, why couldn't he be somewhere more quiet, and the girl beside him started crying again.. A boy from across the room snapped at her, telling her to stop acting so childish, Riley frowned, some other agents back Cassie up and told the yelling agent to be quiet. This only made him more angery, the blonde haired man standing to his feet as he seemed to want to take matters into his own hands. But as he stepped towards the yelling agents, who Joan didn't seem to bother stepping in and stoping the fight, Riley stood up. His hight surprised everyone, the blonde haired boy only reached Riley's eyes, causing him to look up slightly.
There was a rather awkward moment before he stepped back and sat down again, Riley stepped back as well and leaned against the wall. Part of him wished that boy had kept going, he wasn't sure why.. why did he want to fight? Another part was glade to have delt with that and not resort to anything serious. Uncomfortably he stared down at his hands, he was tall, everything seemed slightly smaller from up here, he looked towards Jon after a moment..
"..Who are you?" Rileys words where spoke slowly, as if he felt that he should have known this person, but he couldn't recognise his face, but he did remember things.. just certain things, like things he learnt at school..
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
Re: The Initiative Holding Cells
He felt the gentle shaking, remembered the demon thing, the pain. Inside him an unnatural rage had built up, violently he opened his eyes and stood, his breathing heavy and slow, forcing the air in and out of his lungs. “In his name” he muttered quietly under his breath whilst giving the initiative agents outside angry looks, without warning he ran the tiny distance from the back of the cell, launching himself headfirst towards the crack in the glass, it broke just enough for his body to pass through.
Pain coursed through his body as he passed through the glass, so much so that he didn’t notice the pain of a stray shard embedding itself within his neck, he hit the floor hard, rolling forwards and returning to his feet. Quickly he kicked out at the nearest agent to him, sending them sprawling towards Joan and Jon, as he did so he felt it, the pain in his body had faded all except for his neck, he also felt the warm liquid oozing down his right shoulder.
He raised his right arm to the wound, feeling the glass still stuck in there, blood running over the fingers of his gloves. The room began to get fuzzy, his vision slowly blurring, realizing the severity of the situation he took a defensive fighting stance, his right hand still clutching his neck to stem the flow of blood. He couldn’t properly distinguish the agent who approached him, stumbling slightly he managed another kick, but his attacker did not fall this time.
Taking a step back he tripped, his shaking legs unable to hold him any longer, his glasses clattered across the floor as he went over backwards, hands falling to his sides he lay, the bright lights of the cells fading into blackness as the blood slowly trickled from the wound and formed a pool below him.
ooc: ps i'm not intending on him dying, just allows them to do with him what they want without his being able to retalliate cos he is not the type to sit in a cell and rot
'It's alright Marc, you're safe, all of you are, you've been involved in an accident, your memory loss is only temporary, everything will return in a few days.' Cat snorted, her eyes blazing at the woman across from her.
'Your not safe ... how could anyone be safe here, sure it'll return in a few days when you program some pretty memories into them. You won't get away with this Joan, they'll come for me and when they do all you guns, weapons and mind games will be useless.' She'd seen what mutants could do when they'd gone after Spike. 'You just think they'll leave us here? At least I know Rogue I'll come for him ... both of them ... she did last time.' Cat was rather hard to clam down once she really got going on a rant like this, she'd had lots of practise in Washington.
'If you all search for your I.D cards, you'll find out your names.' She folded her hands across her chest her attitude defensive.
'Oh please, really all of you just happened to selectively loose the part of your memory which tells you who you are ... what are the frigging odds of that happening?' She still glared passionately at Joan even though she was addressing the agents. If there was one thing in the world she was good at it was arguing and she hadn't had much chance in the past week ... and now she had a lot to be angry about.
'I'm....Marc Lucas ... I'm sorry...I'm not who you think I am, I don't know you....'
'Dammit Riley your not Marc Lucas, their lying to you, you'll believe what’s written on an ID card? Hell trust me it's real easy to make fake ID I should know.' She had her own, bought upon the street along with her friends so they could get into clubs and pubs to drink.
'Your Riley ... Riley Finn, you have a mother and father in Iowa, your a psychology major, your have a dog called Troy a horse called Sky and a frigging cow called Cammie and why the hell would I make that up.' She turned to pace to the back of her cell.
'You can’t remember who you are because they gave you drugged food.' In a sudden rage she swung her foot, the unconsciously calculated kick caught the tray upon which the empty bowl, salad and drink were, sending them flying though the air to crash into the glass with a frightful clattering sound. 'And then they killed you ...' Her shoulders slumped slightly, her eyes no longer meeting his .
'Who are you?' Jon glared at Cat's outburst.
'Shut it Cat ... I'm Jon Marc, were room mates.' He looked at Cat with a smile she long knew meant trouble, her eyes sank back down to the floor again. 'Poor Catherine.' He walked up close to the barrier and looked in at her. 'I'm afraid she's insane ...unbalanced ... for lack of a better word mad.' Her eyes rose from the floor to look up at him.
'Dammit I'm as sane as you are.' He waggled one finger at her through the glass his smile sympathetic. 'She doesn't understand much anymore, a very vivid imagination.' He tapped the side of his head with a patient glance at her the turned around and gave the agents his full attention. 'She believes the initiative are trying to hurt her ... poor thing, she's been kept here until we can give her the medical treatment she needs. We can’t let her wander around since she's a danger not only to the general public but to everyone of you and more importantly to herself.' He let his words sink in and then continued. 'Which is why we try to keep the number of people who have contact with her limited ... it stresses her out and confuses her to see new faces, as you can see now. Joan ...' He indicated the blonde haired woman 'and myself will be in charge of her day to day care ... the rest of you will keep your distances and try not to engage in conversation with her ... alright Marc?' He said, it was the best reason he could come up with for keeping her from poisoning Riley with her words.
Catherine was about to start upon the unfortunate Jon when she caught the sight of blurred movement out of the corner of her eye, and a second later heard the breaking of glass. Thompson landed in a heap amid a sea of glass fragments, a woman screamed and even Cat raised her arms in front of her eyes to protect herself from the glass even though it ricochet off the barrier over the entrance of her cell. She watched as Thompson hefted himself to his feet and aimed a kick at a nearby operative sending the guy flying into Joan and Jon. Jon scrambled to his feet in time to watch the agent slump to the ground, blood seeping from a deep wound in his neck.
‘Don’t just stand there Jon!’ She said rather helplessly from her cell ‘Help him.’ For all the ungrateful feelings she had towards the guy for spending the whole of last week stalking her she was still afraid for him as he collapsed to the floor.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: The Initiative Holding Cells'Your not safe ... how could anyone be safe here, sure it'll return in a few days when you program some pretty memories into them. You won't get away with this Joan, they'll come for me and when they do all you guns, weapons and mind games will be useless.' All the confused agents glanced at each other, who would come for her? Riley didn't understand why she was saying all this. Program memories? Did she mean they where going to give them false memories, or.. or where they going to help return the memories they had lost?
'You just think they'll leave us here? At least I know Rogue will come for him ... both of them ... she did last time.' Spike watched her eagerly, did she really believe that? Would they come for him again?
'Your Riley ... Riley Finn, you have a mother and father in Iowa, your a psychology major, your have a dog called Troy a horse called Sky and a frigging cow called Cammie and why the hell would I make that up.' His eyes returned to her, why would she make that all up? He got uncomfortable once again, looking over towards the others, he didn't like all this, it was so confusing..
The vampire crept towards the barrier, his eyes focused on Riley in hopes of helping Catherine snap him out of it. He waited for Jon and Joan to be distracted with giving their little speeches about Catherine's insanity before he whispered to the former Rogue Agent.
"They'll say you're sick, give you lil'needles, once a day for behaviour modifications, they had you on something else, not sure if they'll still do'at since you ain't got any memories. Riley, you hated it here, you said you wanted to stay with the school, they took you away against your will, an' now they took away your memories coz you wanted to help her." Riley stared at Spike, then rolled his eyes as he took in a deep breath and turned his back to the vampire, why where they all talking to him as if he was an idiot? Like he was going to believe prisoners locked away in cells, he focused on what Jon was saying, then the agent, who he assumed was of higher rank then him, spoke to him.
'... the rest of you will keep your distances and try not to engage in conversation with her ... alright Marc?' With a nod of his head, and a very serious look written across his face as he replied.
"I'll ignore her to the best of my abilities sir." As if to prove this, Riley's eyes dropped down to the floor, but moments later, a shattering sound caused everyone to cover their faces. The figure that came crushing out surprised all of the re-programed agents, one of them lunged towards him, but Thompson kicked the male agent back into two others who caught him. Riley stepped forward, ready to fight, yet Thompson staggered backwards, and before Riley realized what was going on, all he heard was Catherine yelling demands for Thompson to be helped, and then something rammed into his side. There was a yelp, the vampire charging into Riley and throwing him hard against Cat's barrier, clutching painfully at his head for attacking a human.
Shaking his head in an effort to shake away the pain, Spike then opened his eyes just in time to see Riley's hands reaching for him, ducking rather awkwardly since he was still restrained, Spike avoided Riley's grasp. The vampire reached out with his hands, trying to open Cat's cell, but Riley's hands grabbed his restrained hands and spun him about, slamming the creature on the glass away from the panel used to open and close the cell doors. The female agent called Cassie hurried over to the cell beside Cat's where the souled creature had once been held, her fingers pressing the button and opening the cell so Marc could toss the vampire inside.
"Jon, take some of them and carried this guy down to the Medical Center." Joan ordered with a rather displeased glare towards the bleeding man, look at all the mess he's made!
"The rest of you, get to work cleaning this up!" She snapped as the agents began glancing at Jon to see who was goin on his team and who was staying back for cleaning duties.
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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