Lucina Cobbs/Carson Maxtor/Benjamin Daniels/Veezarus /Sláine 'Sloan' Sirona
“I believe these belong to you.” Lucina looked down at the short balding man in front of her and then to the stoic goon that stood beside him holding out the clothes she left back in the library. Luci blinked and stuttered,
“H-How did you-”
The midget chuckled and wiped his glasses off of his lab coat, “Honey we send men back to our so called ‘crime scenes’ all the time to clean up anything we don’t want law enforcement to find.” The goon took a step closer to her holding out the clothes a bit more forcefully his face was also slowly turning pink by the second. Maxtor rubbed his temple and rolled his eyes, “Private Buckner, for the millionth time, her abilities will not affect you unless you’re around her for an extended period of time so you do not have to hold your breath.” The man glanced down at Maxtor then back at the wall still not breathing. Maxtor sighed looking at Luci, “Look he’s not going to breath around you so unless you wanna watch me give him oxygen when he passes out take the clothes.” Luci quickly took her clothes from his hands and he dropped her messenger bag by her feet, saluted then left quickly out of the room.
“Honestly people can be so ignorant. Am I right?” Luci gave him no response; a burning in her arm was bothering her. She absentmindedly rubbed her arm as she shuffled back and forth on her feet. Maxtor took quick note of this and began listing off the possible side effects, “From my gatherings and feedback since, I’m the genius who created this subjects had one or multiple symptoms, numbness or burning in the injection site, headache, small fever, rash etcetera etcetera. Now please go change. The female members would like that uniform back for…sentimental purposes.”
“Why?” Luci asked in a small voice.
“The members you knocked out and stripped naked were caught a few minutes ago and will probably go to jail for the rest of their lives. Bathrooms right over there.” Luci picked up her bag and headed into the restroom locking the door behind her. She walked up to the sink and looked in the mirror. Her flushed appearance and red eyes were tear breakers for her but she refused to cry as she filled up her water bottle and stuffed it into her bag and splashed water on her face.
Benjamin sighed loudly as the goons continued their annoying squawking at each other. They were trying to gather together all the things Jackdawl wanted him to have for his ‘mission’ as they called it. It wasn’t a mission he was only putting his love and himself in more danger and further away from their happiness by staying in this mess. And it really irritated him. They loved torturing him; as soon as they were reunited they were separated again making the headache and buzzing come back tenfold. And these…teenagers, not even old enough to be called me were running around too much and it was making him nervous. Finally fed up with it he slammed his hand on the counter in front of him making all movement seize and them looking at him like he was crazy, “If you three don’t give me the fucking stuff in the next ten seconds…I…will…kill…you.” The stayed still for a moment before one shakingly approached him. He weakly saluted to him and laid out his things.
“This is the chip that goes into your GPS Sir; just put it in the SIM drive, when you get to our compound destroy it immediately though.” The boy then produced him with a police like gun and handcuffs, “This is to be used if you’re attacked and these are to restraint the cargo-” Ben reached across the counter and pulled the boy by his collar up in his face, “She.Is.Not.Cargo. She is my special someone, I love her and will not put handcuffs on her.” The boy shook in fear and swallowed opening his cracked lips, “Orders from the Boss Sir. Can’t violate them..” Ben let out a huff and pushed the guy to the ground grabbing everything and putting it in his leather jacket pockets. “Car’s gonna be in the front of the building with the key in it!” One called back to him. He just gave them the middle finger.
Carson hummed a happy tune as he studied an anatomical sketch of a male sphinx his old college professor gave to him a few years ago. A full note pad he had done on this creature and had still not civilized one successfully at the end of his career and well into his retirement. Carson smiled at the thought of bringing on to her as a pet, yes this will be his next project after the Nymph business is done and Jackdawl pays him his fees. The door swung open and he reluctantly brought his gaze from the sketch and to a frazzled Mr. Daniels Carson smiled and pulled out his recorder thinking about how fun this was going to be,
“Hello Ben Daniels. What seems to be the matter?”
“Where is she doc? She was here last time I was here…”
“She’s in the bathroom changing, now would you look at this marvelous sketch here? I know you would appreciate its craftmensh-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid drawing just where is my Lucina?!” Carson wasn’t surprised many of the affected were not susceptible to think of anything else but their catalyst. He was at a stage of obsession that he’d never seen before, and Carson found it…curious.
Lucina opened the door of the bathroom now changed in her old clothes and looking slightly fresher than she did before. She had a stoic face on as she walked up to Maxtor and handed him the clothes, he jumped back and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and put all of it into a medical plastic bag, probably for more experiments. He removed the gloves and clapped his hands together, “Well I’ll see you kids at the compound then huh? Great? Great. Miss Cobbs you and I are going to have fun in that lab.” This earned a growl from Daniels but Maxtor ignored him and started pushing his cart, that seemed to go everywhere with him into a door disappearing from their sight.
Lucina and Daniels stared at each other for a moment, she resisting the urge to fall to pieces out of her intense fear of him and the memory of all the vial acts he’d done to her, as he began to walk towards her the desires and insanity clear in his blue eyes. He revealed a pair of handcuffs and looked at her apologetically, “I’m so sorry about this but Jackdawl is insisting on these things.” Surprisingly gentle he placed them both firmly on her wrists constricting their movement, “Does it hurt?” He was expecting an answer, so Luci just shook her head. He gave her a crooked smile that would make any naive girl swoon but behind it was just a sick façade, a mask. Suddenly he grabs her hair, it doesn’t cause her any pain, and in fact he began to stroke it, “I’m so sorry… about everything I’ve done. I don’t know what’s wrong with me it’s like I’m just so protective and I’m so in love with you just please forgive me...” He placed his cold lips against her forehead and she winced at the contact. He didn’t notice. Daniels took her by the arm and goes through the front door of the place where a black Mercedes was waiting for them.
Naturally he got her into the car first and buckled her seat belt. After he got in and started it he locked all the doors. She looked at him and he looked as if he regretted it again, “I’m so sorry baby, part of his rules.” Daniels pulled out of the lot speeding down the road after placing the GPS SIM card in. They sat in silence, him keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel taking glances at her every once in a while and her just staring out the window. ‘Is this what giving up feels like? It just feels like emptiness and nothing.’ She’s merely just accepted her fate. That she was a slave to a terrorist organization and their leader had taken her only form of communication to the outside world but mainly from him. He could of only liked her because of her so called ‘scent’ anyway. She didn’t know nor did she care. It was not like she was going to see him again, ‘I’ve officially disappeared.’ That was the thought that ran through her mind as the car hit the interstate only ten minutes till she was gone forever.