Post by Midnight on Jul 2, 2006 12:08:54 GMT -5
"Finally!" The scientist was tired but happy. After hours upon hours of work, discovery, and dead ends, he had produced it. "The cure!"
Another scientist wiped his forhead and gave a weary smile. "Now all that is left is to test it." His eyes strayed unconsciously to the coppery-haired youth working with a screwdriver and a broken device in the corner of the room. Taking a finger, Jasper Jones touched the device and rings of bright blue light traveled along it. The cracked plastic moulded together again as flawlessly as when it was made.
Another man, wearing a suit and round owl glasses shook his head. "Not Jones," he said, quietly enough so that the boy could not hear. "He's too useful... Say, isn't Jordan in the building?" He nodded to a security guard, who lifted up a radio. "Jordan, Chase Jordan. Report to Lab 3 immediently."
Minutes later, a tall, c.ocky figure strode into the room. Jordan's hair was a shaggy blond mess and his long coat was open in the front, swaying so that it revealed the knives and guns hidden on holsters and belts inside it. He gave a crooked but charming grin, saying, "Call me?"
In that instant, a security guard brought his nightclub down swiftly on the back of that proud blond head. Chase Jordan fell forward, his whole body slumping. He was caught by other security guards who hauled him forward onto a metal table, complete with straps. One man frisked him, pulling off guns and knives as the others secured his wrists, ankles, and chest. The long coat was ripped from his body, leaving him in a white t-shirt and baggy jeans, civilian clothes.
Jasper's head flew up and deep blue eyes widened in suprise as he watched. The device fell from his hands, unheeded and fear tingled across his skin. He was paralyzed to watch in horror as another man stuck a sample of whatever the scientists had been working on into an injection gun of some kind.
Ice blue eyes opened groggily and the blond head rolled. Chase tried to move his arm and found it securely fastened. The table was swung upward, so that he was straight up. Now he could see. He could see the people he worked for around him, one preparing the needle. Another swathed the inside of one of his elbows with a piece of cotton. Disinfecting it? Suddenly, the reality of what was happening hit Chase Jordan full home. "NO!" his yell rang out loud and desparate, bordering on a scream.
The lights flickered and went off. All electricity disappeared from that whole side of the building and Chase shook in his bonds. A security guard opened the tight blinds on some windows and the light of day took over the loss of the white flouresent lights.
"NO!"
A pinp.rick. That was all he felt. And then a cool feeling flowed along his arm and up into his body. His hands clenched and unclenched. Finally, his head dropped forward on his chest and unseen light went out of his ice blue eyes. The electricity flickered back on.
The scientists applauded themselves, as if there was nothing in them that realized what they had taken from that young man. "Gentlemen, the cure is successful," declared the man in the suit as a couple scientists took Chase's blood and analyzed a drop of it. Holding up his thumb, he indicated that the mutant DNA proved successfully suppressed.
As they started to release Chase, taking great cares to add other restraints as they let took him off the table, Jasper watched, his mouth open in silent horror. Chase didn't even try to resist and let his heavy body drop limply into their hands, his arms hanging loosely until they were secured with shackles. "This can't be happening..." Jasper quickly, quietly rose from his position, taking a Staff Only door out of the lab. He ran along a hallway in frantic haste, not sure where he was going or what he was going to do. All he knew was that he couldn't stay.
Another scientist wiped his forhead and gave a weary smile. "Now all that is left is to test it." His eyes strayed unconsciously to the coppery-haired youth working with a screwdriver and a broken device in the corner of the room. Taking a finger, Jasper Jones touched the device and rings of bright blue light traveled along it. The cracked plastic moulded together again as flawlessly as when it was made.
Another man, wearing a suit and round owl glasses shook his head. "Not Jones," he said, quietly enough so that the boy could not hear. "He's too useful... Say, isn't Jordan in the building?" He nodded to a security guard, who lifted up a radio. "Jordan, Chase Jordan. Report to Lab 3 immediently."
Minutes later, a tall, c.ocky figure strode into the room. Jordan's hair was a shaggy blond mess and his long coat was open in the front, swaying so that it revealed the knives and guns hidden on holsters and belts inside it. He gave a crooked but charming grin, saying, "Call me?"
In that instant, a security guard brought his nightclub down swiftly on the back of that proud blond head. Chase Jordan fell forward, his whole body slumping. He was caught by other security guards who hauled him forward onto a metal table, complete with straps. One man frisked him, pulling off guns and knives as the others secured his wrists, ankles, and chest. The long coat was ripped from his body, leaving him in a white t-shirt and baggy jeans, civilian clothes.
Jasper's head flew up and deep blue eyes widened in suprise as he watched. The device fell from his hands, unheeded and fear tingled across his skin. He was paralyzed to watch in horror as another man stuck a sample of whatever the scientists had been working on into an injection gun of some kind.
Ice blue eyes opened groggily and the blond head rolled. Chase tried to move his arm and found it securely fastened. The table was swung upward, so that he was straight up. Now he could see. He could see the people he worked for around him, one preparing the needle. Another swathed the inside of one of his elbows with a piece of cotton. Disinfecting it? Suddenly, the reality of what was happening hit Chase Jordan full home. "NO!" his yell rang out loud and desparate, bordering on a scream.
The lights flickered and went off. All electricity disappeared from that whole side of the building and Chase shook in his bonds. A security guard opened the tight blinds on some windows and the light of day took over the loss of the white flouresent lights.
"NO!"
A pinp.rick. That was all he felt. And then a cool feeling flowed along his arm and up into his body. His hands clenched and unclenched. Finally, his head dropped forward on his chest and unseen light went out of his ice blue eyes. The electricity flickered back on.
The scientists applauded themselves, as if there was nothing in them that realized what they had taken from that young man. "Gentlemen, the cure is successful," declared the man in the suit as a couple scientists took Chase's blood and analyzed a drop of it. Holding up his thumb, he indicated that the mutant DNA proved successfully suppressed.
As they started to release Chase, taking great cares to add other restraints as they let took him off the table, Jasper watched, his mouth open in silent horror. Chase didn't even try to resist and let his heavy body drop limply into their hands, his arms hanging loosely until they were secured with shackles. "This can't be happening..." Jasper quickly, quietly rose from his position, taking a Staff Only door out of the lab. He ran along a hallway in frantic haste, not sure where he was going or what he was going to do. All he knew was that he couldn't stay.