With her slightly quivering in his arms Riley had no idea what to do, but Graham left the cell room, he'd collect some food and leave it in Riley's room so they can eat later.. if Riley missed anohter lunch the guy would probably faint. Riley however soon became distracted with the chair they where sitting before, his hand still gently stroking over the back of her head as she burried her face within his shoulder. But before he allowed his thoughts to linger there too long, with a sudden feeling that he didn't want to be in here.. and he didn't want Catherine in here ever again, he scooped her up in his arms.
But instead of turning around, he simply took a few steps backwards towrads the exit so Catherine wouldn't have to see that chair again, the door sliding closedan instant later. He, Riley decided there and then, never, ever, ever, ever, wanted to go back into that room again..
He knelled down and gently placed her on one of the spare seats that where in the corner along the wall the door to the retraining room was located. Without asking her, Riley pulls away from her grasp and lightly takes hold of her hands, guiding them into the sleeves of her new jumper and then gently slipping it over her head.
There was something about seeing her cry that.. made Riley feel both useless and outraged.. Joan made her cry and all she could do was smile. After a moment his eyes wondered back over to the door of the room she had been suffering in and then slowly he looked back at her. His hands gently schooping up her smaller ones and resting them lightly on her lap, he wished he knew what to say to make her feel better.. but at the same time he wasn't sure he could speak even if he tried...
"..Tomorrow." He whisered to her in a quiet voice as he struggled to hide the guilt and pain from his voice, knowing she'd understand the hidden meaning referring to their escape. She'd be far away from Joan and these cells and all those needles, she'd be safe in the school again.. safe with her friends..
"We should start walking back to the room.. we can go slowly.. but please let's go before she returns.." By 'she' it was obvious he meant Joan, but Riley was suddenly struck with the inability to say her name.
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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His strong arms lifted her clear of the floor, holding her tightly against his chest his arms wrapped about her slender form. She felt him back up away from the chair then she heard the sound of the door sliding shut sealing the reprograming room once again. Her body relaxed slightly in his arms now that the initial danger that room posed her was over.
She felt him place her down carefully into one of the chairs along the wall, he picked up her hands and she felt him guide them through the arms of her new jumper, pulling the neck down over her head. His hands gathered hers up and held them between his, she pulled them free after a minute so she could scrub the tears from her cheeks. She still didn't feel she could look at him, her face turned down towards her hands
'We should start walking back to the room.. we can go slowly.. but please let's go before she returns..' Cat got to her feet, still not looking directly at him, her gaze centered for a moment on his chest then dropped back down to the ground again.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
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When they left the cells, Riley hovered as close to her side as best he could without actually touching her, when he first entered the Retraining room he was partially glade she hadn't been yelling out 'Riley! Riley!' But now he wished she'd at least glare at him.. but he simply stared ahead.. waiting for her to say something.. anything.. They turned a few corners, walking past the room Riley was meant to spend time in his fitness class later, but had pushed such unimportant matter aside to devote his remaining few hours to Catherine.
It wasn't until they rounded the 4th corner that eventually lead to the sleeping quaters that Riley came to a complete stop. He had gone over and over all the different ways he could have done things differently to help Catherine.. each way better and more quick and some of them even ending with the unneeded assault on Joan. The corridor was completely deserted due to others eating in the Center which would now have been turned into the dinning hall. But his mind went completely blank on what to say.. all he knew was that he wanted to protest to her silent treatment towards him.
"I know I messed up and I'm sorry but please don't just ignore me for the rest of th-" He couldn't even finish his sentance, much his annoyance Cassie's voice called out from behind, hurrying towards the two. She didn't pay Catherine any notice at first, talking directly to Riley... it was obvious she just saw him and wanted to talk with him, because she didn't really have much to say that was of importance.
"I thought you where on assignment? Well.. anyway.. are you going to the hall? Lunch's ready, want to walk with-" She paused since Riley wasn't really paying her any attention, continuously glancing down at Cat who he still stood beside as if worried she was going to disappear while his attention was distracted from her.
"..Oh.. her.." Cassie mumbled off handedly as she realized who Riley kept distracting himself with, but before she could ask why a prisoner was out of the cells, Riley just looked at Cassie with a faint smile.
"Agent Hall and I aren't going to the dinning hall, we're tired and going to simply stay in quaters for the remainder of the day, but thank you for your offer." He spoke rather formally, after all.. Riley didn't really know her that well, but she was a nice person.. hovered a little too closely to Riley at times for his liking but he never paid it any real attention. He was slightly surprised that his reply seemed to cause the sudden withdrawl of the other agent, giving a feeble excuse that she didn't want to be late and then wondered rather briskly back the way she had came. But if Riley understood the reason as to her odd behaviour, he most certaintly didn't show any signs of it.
"Oh." Riley murmered under his breath as if something just clicked, but he turned back around to continue walking towards the sleeping quaters.. forgetting his earlier attempts to get Catherine to talk to him as he lightly placed his hand on her shoulder further away from him.
"Jon told everyone you're insane.. it's bound to cause a few people to be uncomfortable, but that'll give you a better chance to be over looked tomorrow." Well that sorted that out.. Riley obviously had no clue when someone had a crush on him unless it was made perfectly clear to him by that person that they liked him. He tried his best to avoid asking her if she was ok.. or if she was feeling better.. he didn't want to make her upset.
Riley: So, tell me about your dream. As a Psych major, I'm qualified to go 'hmm.'
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"Fine, but we both stay alive then" Thompson bent down to his pile of clothes, quickly picking up the cross which lay with them and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. his shirt was stained with blood down most of one side, still he had no other so he put it on, then did the same with his coat, only he did it up totally which was an unusual way for him to wear it.
"so lets get on with our protecting then" he walked to the front of the tiny cell "we cant do anything from in here, and seing as you can now hit people we may stand a chance of getting somewhere" he ran his hands a few centimetres from the glass as if testing the current passing over it "if we both push together we should be able to heave it out of the runner at the bottom" he didnt look at spike, realising the vampire was slightly mad, he just hoped he was sane enough to understand what he was saying.
ooc: ok as loki is supposed to meet spike somewhere, and he gets shoved through a rift i will have him appear here, but if you dont want him too just ignore this bit at the bottom
he turned to the back of the cell "perhaps if we took a run..." his sentance was cut short as a tear opened near the back of the cell. he was knocked backwards against the wall as something fell through it.
Loki shook his head, looking round in a daze at the cell he now lay in. his eyes rested upon Spike "i guess you're the vampire then" he stood quickly trying not to drop the bottle in his hand, the glass had already fallen and smashed "sorry for the intrusion, i'm loki" he held out his hand then drew it back swiftly "damn, forgot that"
he turned to the door of the cell, Thompson lay knocked out on the floor "sorry bout your friend, i'm sure he will wake up soon" his eyes flitted around, the room was tiny so there was no chance of him streching his wings, they were currently hidden under his overcoat. "where the hell are you mate?" he turned back to spike, stepping over Thompsons body "still no matter, lets find you a soul and get it over with so i can go home" he spoke quickly as if he was very impatient "now how do you open your doors when the control panel is on the other side of them?" he was not stupid, it just took a while for it to click that the vampire was a prisoner, he took a swig from the bottle of whisky
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The only moment Spike realized something was up was when Nick fell silent after a rather loud thud, Spike had been mumbling something about Nick getting himself hurt again and then even more upset about not being allowed to die. After staring at Nick who lay motioness on the ground, he then stared at the other man who he hadn't remembered standing there before. Why exactly this man was talking to him Spike had no idea, and he was only paying the man half his attention, his eyes glancing down at Loki's hands in search of something.
Lets find you a soul and get it over with so I can go home.
His spoke words echoed over and over his Spikes mind but the vampire made no sign that he understood what was being said, but then tore his eyes away from Loki's hand and stared at him... taking a moment before he could speak, watching the creature taking a drink of his whisky.
"You don't have a stamp.. you need a stamp to be allowed back here." Slowly Spike turned around, looking around for somewhere to sit again, deciding to simply sit across from where Nick lay unmoving on the ground. Letting his back slide down the wall, sitting still next to the barrier so he could see out.
"No one's gettin' their stamps.. gonna get fired again.." He mumbled unhappily at the thought of losing another job.. what would mother say if he went home without pay again? ..She'd probably cry.. again.. what was so hard about them getting the guy at the front door to stamp the back of their hand? It only cost a little bit to get in.. even little William could afford to get his stamps if he wanted to..
"Went out for a walk.. well ran away from someone, wanted to get home.. accidently ran into them, didn't know that'd kill me.. stole my spark because she was bored and lonely.." With his knees drawn up against his chest and his arms loosely folded around them, Spike simply stared out at the control panel as if there was nothing strange about a many suddenly appear in his cell.
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he raised an eyebrow in a surprised fasion "ok" he drew the word out in an unimpressed tone, then turned and looked upwards towards the ceiling "Why, why, just tell me friggin' why" he cried out sounding depressed before swinging back to the vampire
"There is a god y'know" he paused to take a swig of drink "and he HATES me". regaining his composure he sat against the back wall and stared at spike "look mate, i am just a little fed up right about now, ive been banished from paradise because i felt sorry for someone and my only chance to return is to get you your bloody soul back" his voice sounded annoyed, why did he have to help this nutcase, it wasnt fair.
he sat in silence for a second, trying to make sense of what the vampire had said before, but drew a blank "so you're mad then?" perhaps if he restarted the conversation he might get somewhere.
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Glancing over at the fallen Angel, Spike simply stared at him for a moment then frowned as he turned his attention towards the retraining room door. Spike still had no clue what this stranger was on about.. where did he came from.. if he had even bothered to pay attention to what his sense where telling him he'd know right away it was an angel... well.. the powerfully glowing soul in his eyes aside..
After a moment, the Agenl seems to have gone quiet and it had given Spike some time to think over exactly what it was he was saying. He looked over at Loki.. still not appearing as if he really understood most of what the Angel had said.
"Don't tell Ro'.. I got better an' everythin' was good.. 'en I came 'ere an' it got all bad again.." He looked back over towards the security desk, then lowered his head onto his knees to try and drown out the scent of blood that was drifting off Nick's clothing.
"Have you seen Sunshine? He was a nice puppy.. bu' Dru ate'im so he stopped playin' with the humans.. told her not to hurt him.. never listens to me." He shook his head slightly as his forehead remained resting against his knees, his arms still wrapped around his legs protectivly.
"Doesn't sound much like a paradise if 'ay throw you out for feelin' sorry for someone." He looked up, a spark of sanity seen faintly in his eyes.
"I'd rather go back to Ro' an' stay'ere inna school.. can't go back there noww.. dangerous again.. I'll hurt'em.. I don't deserve a soul any more.. monsters shouldn't be allowed to have'em.." He pressed his forhead down to his knees again, his head was hurting so badly from when they removed the chip. They have this device which heals the outer skin instantly, cut his head still hurt.. it hurt whenever he moved...
"You want to help me get a soul..? But Ro' can't touch people.. she needs help.. she's all alone an' no one can touch her.. no one alive.. you could help her.. she deserves'at.. she's done good.. lot's o'good.." His hand reached out for the barrier, his fingers stroking against the electrified feild in an attempt to drown out the pain of his head.. His hand spanned back instantly at the zap, but it did little to help numb the pain, and now his hand felt slightly numb and sore.
"I saw what I was with a soul you know... I wasn't impressed.." His hands returned to wrapping around his knees, not once looking back up at Loki as he kept his eyes closed, almost as if trying to allow himself to fall asleep..
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The vampire appeared to be making more sense now he was sitting, loki could sense his pain as he observed the creature, if spike were human he could heal him but he had not tried it on vampires, being as to heal he had to touch them he assumed the vampire would burst into flames as usual.
"look, i am not to judge who deserves help or souls, i'm just the errand boy in this matter" he paused to offer the bottle towards the vampire "if it were up to me i would be going around punishing the wicked a bit more, i have no idea why getting you a soul is so important to them above, perhaps theyre just giving me the most impossible task ever just so they have an excuse to send me to hell" he sounded miserable, the thought of spending eternity in hell was not a nice thing
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Staring at the bottle, it took a moment before Spike slowly reached out for it, but when he took it, his eyes glared at Loki as if the Angel had just said an insult.
"Not impossible! Got his spark before I got him killed." The vampire grumbled.. but then looked back at the bottle, he raised to his lips, but hesitated as the strong smell filled his senses. He growled and gave it back to Loki, almost appearing disgused with the thought of drinking it..
"Smell's jus' like father.. not a good man.." He protested at the offer of the drink, as if drinking the same thing his father always drank would turn him into that terrible person he was.
"...Your paradise sounds like hell.." He mumbled settling back against the wall, wrinkling his nose slightly as the strong scent of blood and wisky drifted about.
"Needa get to Africa she said.. go insane once I get there.. not much of a difference.. didn't tell her how bad I was.. wouldn't'ave made a difference.. Slayer wouldn't of said anythin'.." He trailed off as he once again stared out at the control panel.. waiting for someone to enter.. waiting for Riley to get them out of here.. for Rogue or the Slayers to come and save them... waiting for anything..
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he was surprised at the creatures refusal of drink, he took back the bottle and capped it, he didnt feel in the mood for drinking now. "it is paradise, just not for us angels, we have to do all the work, send the bad people to hell an' all, fun when you dont have a consience" he stopped speaking to look outside of the cell
"but he did.. stopped me punishing he did.. got us kicked out" he was beginning to sound like spike as he spoke quietly but with an angry tone to his voice
"Needa get to Africa she said.. go insane once I get there.. not much of a difference.. didn't tell her how bad I was.. wouldn't'ave made a difference.. Slayer wouldn't of said anythin'.."
he shot a glance at Spike "why do you want to go to africa? i thought you wanted your soul back" he looked confused, the usual way of regaining a lost soul was via a spell or a curse "surely you're not gonna try getting it the hard way" his voice implied that getting it that way was stupid idea "still i suppose its your choice" he sighed wishing he had never accepted this task
The hard way.. was there any other way for Spike? He frowned as he stared coldly over towards the Fallen Angel, of course it's fun when you don't have a consience, you could rip people apart and slaughter hundreds of innocents with a song in your heart if you couldn't feel the guilt! But then.. where your consience shines through the darkness of your mind.. when it seens the pain and destruction you have caused.. it'll rip you apart.
With a scoff, the vampire looked away, slightly shaking his head at the Angel, he didn't like this guy.. he has offically decided he will not ever like his company at all.. Spike didn't want help to get a soul.. he didn't want *his* help anyway.. he'd have liked Rogue.. maybe Tasha if she had offered.. or Marilyn.. and even Beth.. But if he wanted to earn his soul, then he had to do it on his own, he had to get to Africa, do the set tasks that will say if he is worthy or not, and then get his soul..
"It's a fake soul if it's not earned.." He mumbled to himself, remaininding him why he had chosen and set his mind on earning it.. on proving himself worthy of such a gift...
"You got kicked out of your paradise for not hurtin' someone.. guess you must miss it a lot'en righ'? Miss punishin' an' hurtin'em.. coz you seem pretty eager to get back to'at.. guess Angel's ain't so different to'em demons'en - All for the punishin' an' hurtin'." Spike finished with a rather matter of fact tone, not once glancing over at the fallen creature of heaven and staring hard at the other cells.. when where those agents getting back.. he was hungry.. well.. if being longer without them meant he had to stave a little.. he really didn't mind..
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he was becoming fed up with argueing "fine, you wanna earn your soul, makes no odds to me how you get it.. i'm just here to help you do so" he drummed his fingers listening to the creature continue to speak.
"look spike, its not my paradise.. its my home.. its my freedom i'm after" he stood, beginning to get cramp in his wings, he wished he could strech them but there didnt look enough space "i never hurt anyone who didnt deserve it and i live to protect the innocent so dont you go comparing me to demons just because i killed people, i'm an archangel, its my role in life.. i never hurt an innocent, thats why i stopped him.." he sat again his voicce showing signs of breaking "i only do sinners"
why didnt this creature see what he did was for the greater good, its not like it was hard to understand, they were all evil the ones he killed, he would not have been told to do it otherwise. he fidgeted his wings a little under his coat you'd have thought he'd have got used to keeping them tightly pressed against his body like this after a time, but a few thousand years on and it was still unconfortable
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The vampire let his back gently tap against the wall he sat against, anxious to figure out what was to happen to him next.. why they removed his little metallic soul. His eyes flickered her towards Loki before staring bakc at the control panel.. almost as if he thought, if he just stared at it hard enough, then maybe it'll obay him.. maybe it'll free him..
"I'm a sinner.. terrible, terrible sinner.. I liked being sinful once.. will you kill me?" He looked back over at Loki.. the question.. it wasn't asked out of worry for his life, he seemed curious.. almost as if he has been wanting something for something for so long and it just finally showed itself. But then he stared at Nick, remembering Cat and Riley and.. and Rogue and Tasha.. Marilyn and Beth..
He understands now.. what it was that humans fight so strongly for when they are in danger.. it's to stay alive so they could see their loved ones again. Spike's never had people he's wanted to fight to live for before.. now he seemed to have so many.. What would happen to Marilyn? This worlds Spike was her step-father, and she only just discovered his death.. what would she go through finding out he also died.. Spikes pale hands covered his face, his eyes closing as he remembered how Garnet had said dying was not the way for him, giving up just was a slap in the face of all he's ever harmed.
"Gotta go to Africa.. gotta get the missin' piece.." He whispered encouragingly to himself in an attempt to keep his spirits strong. After all.. if Catherine can support him by telling him not to let something like Joan stop him from getting what he desires.. then.. surely that meant something.. after all.. she too had once been one of his victims.
tha angel stared at spike as if he had just said something very stupid "you just dont get it do you" he rubbed his eyes with his left hand, then cursed himself for accepting the task, this creature seemed stupid.
"ok let me explain the situation for you" Thompson stirred, and propped himself up a little way so he could see the newcomer, loki ignored him and continued "i have to get you your soul back... if i suceed i will be allowed back home... if i fail i get sent to hell, you follow?" he paused as if expecting the vampire to reply "so if you die... ive failed havent i? and we all know what happens if i fail dont we?"
it was as if he was speaking to a young child, in his mind it was much the same, this spike seemed to be a basket case and he wasnt in the mood for explaining things more than once
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The vampire didn't really respond, his hand stroking anxiously through his short bleached blonde hair, his hazel eyes staring hard down at the ground between his feet. If he failed to be worthy of a soul then this creature locked in here with him would be sent to eternal punishment in the fiery pits of hell..
After a moment, the vampire curled down on the floor, his bakc still against the wall as he closed his eyes, appearing more sleepy then he truely was. He wished he was still in the school.. he wished he never left Rogue's room.. he wished.. he wished that he never woke up from his last night with Rogue..
His body protectivly kept itself curled up, not caring how weak he looked, his mind lost in brutal memories yet his body remaining peaceful and quiet. He remember a compliment Rogue had given him once.. saying that he was more human then a lot of humans she knew.. remembering how he had once told her he wanted her to see his eyes with a glow of the spark. If he was strong enough then all that could be really true, he could be more human then any other vampire - he'd be two of a kind as far as he was aware. Just like the Slayers.. Tasha and Jennifer where two of a kind.. Angel was with Jennifer.. if Spike was worthy of a soul.. could he be with Tasha..
He barely knew he but he had seen what she had gone through.. she would understand what's it like to live in a world where you try and help every day.. yet you can never truly be part of it. She would understand that.. he knew she would understand him.. and he would hurt her with his mind like he knew he had been hurting Rogue whenever she touched him.
Spike was slowly getting distracted with other thoughts.. more pleasent and curious ones.. what would it be like to taste the lips of a slayer? She had such a powerful soul.. would his - if he got one - would it be anywhere near as strong?
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Thompson looked from the angel to spike and back at the angel, now he was awake he could try out his plan of escape "how strong are you?" his eyes searched over loki inquisitively, he decided not to bother the curled up vampire, he probably wouldnt get much sense from him anyway.
"stronger than you'll ever be, why" the angel turned to look at nick trying to work out from the mans face what he was planning. nick looked towards the door, scrabbling to his feet "if we push hard enough in the centre of this glass we should be able to generate enough force to bow it slightly, thus allowing it to pop out of one of the runners" he made had movements whilst speaking to demonstrate their actions.
loki thought for a second, if they did get out now he wouold probably have to carry or drag the vampire "sounds good to me" his tone suggested a hint of annoyance at being locked in in the first place, "one catch.." thompson put out his arm to stop the angel as he was about to touch the barrier "..its electrified" he readied himself to shove the door "you ready?"
the angel shook his head slowly then looked at the door "oh what the hell.. sure" thompson smiled "now"
simultaneously they hit the door, it made a creaking sound but didnt budge, the angel seemed relatively unaffected by the current passing through his body, he stepped back. Nick was sent flying backwards by the sudden influx of current due to loki's moving, he growled in pain as he slumped against the wall, his arm hurt like hell and he was still trapped.
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The hazel eyes of the vampire slowly opened, more in annoyance then anything else, he rolled over, his face now facing the wall and his back to the rest in the cell. They had no clue how to break out.. no one has asked him how he escaped last time.. well Catherine did but he didn't remember what he had said to her..
"Betta'for you if ya jus' wait till mornin'.." He mumbledm inching himself closer to the wall as if it gave off some form of warmth. His mind tried to reach out, to sense the familiar powers of the distant Slayers, but they where shielded too well for his supernatural senses to break through. He wished he could see her.. any of them.. he never had friends before and Rogue was his first ever friend and Beth was very friendly with him.. maybe if he tried hard he could earn the Slayers respect..
A soft groan came form Spike as he shifted his position once again, his torso turning so his chest laid flat on the ground yet his lower body remained on its side. His arms folded so his face rested on them, his body still remaining curled up, soft mumbles escaping his lips as he speak words so softly they where unable to be heard.
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When the doors opened, waking Spike from his sleep, the struggling form of Riley Finn who was being held firmly by two other Agents appeared within the room. Spike rubbed his eyes as he stood, the vampire trying to catch Riley's panicked gaze, however his eyes remained stubbornly shut, they where taking him back to the re-training room.
"Hey!" The vampires yell was extremely demanding, watching as they took Riley back into the room that had earlier been used to wipe away his memories. Spike paced in front of the cell for a moment, they needed Riley if all of them where going to escape.. not to help them escape, but Spike couldn't cope knowing that he had just left without the guy.
"Hey!!" The soulless creature yelled out more demandingly, his fist pounding hard into electrifying glass, his face shifted into its demonic form, more strength flowing through his body. A low growl rolled out from his throat as he watched the door close, trapping Riley within the other room, it was morning, that meant that the soldiers where mostly off eating, unknown to Spike any who weren't eating where off causing disturbances on the other side of the base on a floor just below them.
Riley's heart was racing so fast, it was hurting so much, something was gripping onto it so tightly, he didn't want her to leave him here.. he didn't want her to let them force him to forget. Didn't he get a choice at all? Didn't he have any rights in his future, in which direction he wanted his path to lead him, he'll die anyway.. he'll die anyway.. it wasn't the most common thing for Agents to make it to 30..
But Riley always wanted to start a family, he wanted to be a father by 25.. that way he could spend so much more time with his kids, he could play, and take them to places, he could travel.. he could.. do everything. But that was only four years off, how was he going to cope, if he didn't have children by 27, he was sure he would be miserable having them any later.. he'd be old and feeble by the time they grew up.. He didn't want to have a family with anyone but Catherine.. but he couldn't see her as a mother, he knew she'd make a wonderful mother.. but would she want to have kids within four years.. maybe this was good.. She never told him she loved him.. he'll never hear her say it, those three so special and important words that would have meant the world for him to hear..
There was suddenly so much he wanted to tell her, so much that he never got to ask her, what was her favorite colour? What did she enjoy to eat? Did she like pets, what kind of home was the type she dreams of, did he ever tell her that he wanted to grow old with her.. did he ever mention that he never wanted to leave her, that he never.. never ever wanted to forget her...
He felt the metal straps bound his arms to the seat, then his legs and his waist, they didn't strap his head to the seat, they let him keep it tilted downwards, his lips partially moving, repeating over and over in his mind just three words. He didn't want to forget, maybe if he tried really hard he wouldn't, because he was awake this time, he could fight it, couldn't he? If he really tried, if he really loved her, he could try and fight it, his arms tugged at the restraints, the pounding of his heart felt through out his entire body. His eyes remained tightly shut, the image of Catherine flowing effortless through his mind, didn't she understand he wanted to be there for her, he wanted to share in everything she did.. even if it was only for a few months.
The prink of the needle eased into his skin, shivers ran through his body, his skin showing the deepest desire of wanting to reject the cruel invasion of the formula in his blood system. The tension in his muscles slowly faded from his body, the words still echoing in his mind, his lips faintly twitching as he struggled to keep whispering. He could feel another needle in his other arm, he could feel the seat being shifted, his position now laying back instead of sitting up.
..You have beautiful eyes.
She wouldn't think so right now.. not with the tears swimming around within them, he could still hear her voice so clearly.. feel her touch upon his skin.. Her dark eyes kept looking at him from behind his shut eyelids, her sweet smile trying to stop him from being tearful.
..I love you.. I love you.. I love you..
There wasn't much after those thoughts, his mind drifting off into a rather peaceful sleep, filled with memroies that where slowly slipping away from him. He didn't feel the operation they where preforming on him, he didn't notice the feel of the chip being removed or the the new one being placed back, he didn't know that when he'd open his eyes.. everything would be so very different for him. All in all, the operation was only 5-10 minutes, the devices they used making everything so quick and simple.. something that should have been done so many months ago.
When he began to stir, he was alone in the room, the other agents having left, but he couldn't open his eyes, he was so tired. He had a headache, he wanted to go back to sleep, when he did manage to open his eyes, there was only blackness anyway, something was wrapped around his eyes, he lifted his head, but he was dizzy when he did it just fell back down on its own. When he tried to move his arms and legs he found they where restrained, he tugged at them lightly, his voice softly asking if anyone was there.. yet no reply came. Now he was scared, he wasn't sure what he was doing here, he couldn't remember how he got here.. he couldn't remember where here was.. He tugged at his restraints once more, shaking his head slightly, unable to remove the black blindfold that had been put over his eyes to hide the medical instruments from his sight in case he woke up before Joan arrived.
Riley (about Catherine): She has the truest soul I've ever known.
Forrest: Oh no. Spontaneous poetic exclamations. Lord spare me - college boys in love.
Re: Back to the cells'We better hurry, it's a three hour drive, if they've given him the drugs that gives him another hour free before the withdrawls hit him for the formula, and tomorrow around this time he'll have withdrawls from the meds.' She looked around rather sharply as he spoke, her step faltering as they reached the cells.
'He told me he wasn't taking them anymore?' She remembered the sight of the four needles in the small box he'd shown her, all that was left of Marc ... would he be Marc again, would he try and shoot her? She felt a shiver of fear run though her at the thought, suddenly glad she was wearing the protective vest after all.
But when they were out of the initiative what then ... how was she to restrain Riley if he tried to hurt her, his strength far outmatched hers and she couldn't drive at the same time, but she'd do it ... she had to.
She waited till Graham's voice had activated the door before she almost dashed through, eagre to see Riley again, maybe they hadn't given him the formula to make him forget yet, maybe she wasn't too late, maybe Xavier could help him. There were a hundred and one questions in her mind. Her eyes fell upon Spike and Thompson.
'Let them go.' She said, suprised at how commanding she sounded all of a sudden. She turned back to Forrest, her eyes moving to the ominous closed door at the end of the cells. She remembered being in there, remembered Joan stabbing needles into her, she shuddered slightly at the memory and rubbed at the place on her arm she'd been injected.
It felt like an age untill she was at the door, impatiently waiting for it to be open, walking though as soon as there was space for her body to fit through.
She could see the chair she'd been strapped down into before but it had been straightened out. Riley was lying upon it, his arms and legs clamped down, a black scarf over his eyes, she felt something like tears well up .... she was too late wasn't she? she'd lost him even though he was right here.
Her foot steps were light upon the ground as she made her way over towards him, it was her turn to pick up the small device which secured the clamps in place and press it, hearing four clicks as the mechanism relenquished it's hold on him. She stretched over, her fingers gently removing the bands from around his hands and ankles.
'Riley?' Her voice was quiet, still full of a last hope that he might remember her. 'Riley, it's alright.' She looked over at Forrest then back down at the black silk scarf, afraid to remove it as though it might not be Riley's eyes that looked back up at her.
Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile
Re: Back to the cells
At Catherine's orders, neither hesitated, opening the cell that kept the others locked away, though Graham's eyes lingered for a long moment on Loki.. Forrest however drifted aaway from the group, moving slowly after Catherine who had disappeared into the other room. His eyes hovered over Riley's form, it was scary, for some reason, to see Riley like that, Forrest didn't like it one bit.
'Riley? ...Riley, it's alright.' Her eyes had looked towards Forrest, and the worry in them was reflected within his own, but seemed hesitent to move. Forrest approached the side of the 'bed', his hands gently grabbing hold of Riley's arms and helping him sit up, then pulling Riley rather awkwardly to his feet. Riley's hands grasped at Forrest anxiously, he didn't understand what was going on, the voice, it was lying, it wasn't going to be alright, how could it be lright, what was wrong with him, why couldn't he remember where he was, why didn't the name she was calling him sound familiar?
Forrest moved behind Riley, his fingers undoing the knot and readying to remove the scarf, Riley's breathing growing quicker as his hands searched blindly over his own chest, feeling out what he was wearing. Forrest removed the blindfold but Riley stubbornly shut his eyes before he could see anything, he didn't want to see anything, what if it was just more things that he couldn't remember? What if he was somewhere dangerous, what if.. what if perhaps when he opened them he suddenly remembers where he was? At that thought, Riley slowly opened his eyes, his bright hazel gaze staring directly towards Catherine's darker eyes, then slowly.. carefully.. drifting away to search the room.
"Riley, we're going to get you out of here right now." That guy called him Riley as well.. his name was Riley.. Riley..something, what was his last name, why couldn't he remember? A flicker of panic struck his eyes once again as he looked at Catherine, then over towards the door, what if they did this to him..
"Riley, this is Cat, do you remember her?" Riley slowly looked back at Catherine, his eyes looking over her sad face once again, then he dropped his gaze to stare down at his clothes.
"You're name is Riley Finn, you and your partner are captives of the Initiative, you follow her orders, she'll get you out of here safely." It seemed like a far easier thing to say then the entire truth about everything just now, Cat could always fill him in on it later. How was Riley sure this guy was telling him the truth.. how did he know they weren't the captives? He looked back at Catherine, she didn't seem like she wanted to hurt him, Riley felt strangely passive anyway, even if he wanted to start yelling in a panic he wouldn't be able to. Now he wanted to remember her, she was so sad, he could see it, he felt bad, no, he felt terrible, she was upset because he couldn't remember..
"You ready, we're moving out now." At Forrest's question, Riley's eyes seemed to remain hovering on Catherine, she was his leader right, she was giving him orders, then the formula in his systems demanded he wait for her to tell him to do something before he did it.
Riley (about Catherine): She has the truest soul I've ever known.
Forrest: Oh no. Spontaneous poetic exclamations. Lord spare me - college boys in love.
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