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 Created on 7-8-08
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"Come on," Elle taunted, "You can run faster than that."
Adam rolled his eyes and kept jogging. She poked his ribcage with her fuzzy, lime green pen, smirked, and wrote something on her clipboard. He look down at his chest, laced with wires and sticky things he had long forgotten the purpose of. He was a lab rat, and he hated it.
"You do know this test is absolutely pointless, don't you, little Elle?" he asked.
"What have I told you about calling me little?" she snipped.
"You didn't answer my question," he countered.
"I don't have to," she said, "Daddy told me to do this. I'm doing it."
"Ah...I should have known. Your father is an idiot."
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused."
She looked up from her clipboard with a fierce glare.
"Daddy is brilliant, Adam," she told him.
"Daddy is a raging mad man," he replied.
"Coming from the guy who tried to wipe the world clean..."
"Now that's an unorthodox comparison. I've been around much longer than he has."
"Yeah, and all it's done is make you looney."
"I resent that."
"Shut up already!"
She hit a button on the treadmill and it sped up. Adam heaved a sigh and picked up the pace. The test truly was pointless. It was impossible for him to break a sweat or strain a muscle, as his body was constantly healing to keep him cool and ache free.
Still, he ran. He had no other choice. Three long hours later, Elle was ordered to take him back to his cell. She unhooked him from the medical equipment, tossed his shirt to him, and walked out of the room, expecting him to follow.
He pulled his shirt on as he walked over to her and noticed her eyes lingering on him. He smirked. She shook her head and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, then closed them tightly around his wrists. She pushed him out in front of her, sending a small shock to the square of his back to wipe the smirk off his face.
"Like what you saw?" he teased, glancing over his shoulder at her.
"Maybe...," she answered. She nibbled her bottom lip jokingly, "What of it?"
"You're sixteen. Remove me from your fantasies."
"Fantasies? As if. It's probably all dust down there."
Adam chuckled. She shoved him forward a ways and he let out a gentle sigh, staring down at the floor as he walked with her. They rounded a corner and arrived at his cell. She uncuffed him, unlocked his cell door, and permitted him to leave her.
"See you at lunch," she said.
The door closed. He walked over to his desk, where he sat down and kicked his legs up. Nine years, Elle had spent in his presence...He knew everything about her. Things she didn't even remember. He started to think about those years as well as the many he had spent imprisoned. Something told him, if he worked it just right, he could use one to put a stop to the other.
Mr. Thompson sat in his office, waiting for Bob Bishop. He clasped his hands together and stared coldly at the door. He was a very impatient man.
"Sorry I'm late," came the expected apology, "I bumped into Mr. Rains in the corridor. Needed to have a word with him."
"Have seat, Robert," Thompson instructed.
Bob gulped. He closed the door behind him and slowly approached the desk, as if he were walking to his death. When he was finally seated, Mr. Thompson slid a pale tan folder across the desktop to him. Then he leaned back, letting Bob skim through the information.
"I don't get it...This is just Elle's file," he said. He set the file down, "What's the big deal about that?"
"Have you told your daughter about her time as a patient here?" he asked.
"She knows about it," he answered.
"Correction, she knows about the later years, not the early ones."
"So."
"The early years are the worst. It's when most of the testing is done. If Elle was to discover that her father not only allowed, but also participated in such...Torture, one might say, I'm worried she could become a problem."
He leaned forward, laying his hands out flat on the desk. His eyes were cold and they made Bob feel empty inside. The empty man picked up a pen and toyed with it in an effort to calm his nerves. The pen turned pure gold. He dropped it.
"Sorry...," he mumbled.
"Don't apologize yet. After your daughter starts being difficult, then you may apologize," he responded.
"She won't be a problem. I swear it," he said.
"Then you best clean up your act. That file was found in your office. Get rid of all her files, just in case she gets curious," he ordered.
"Yes, sir."
"If she asks you, what do you say?"
"Nothing."
"Right. You change the subject. Do we see eye to eye now, Mr. Bishop?"
"Yes, Mr. Thompson..."
The door opened quietly, slowly, and Elle hovered in the doorway.
"...You can count on me to make sure my daughter doesn't find anything out."
Bob gave a reassuring smile to his superior. Elle gasped. She sent a bolt at the desk light, blowing it up, causing the men to duck for cover. She walked over to them, her fingers wired with wild electricity. She looked her father dead in the eyes.
"You're gonna make sure I don't find anything out about what, daddy?" she demanded.
Mr. Thompson raised his head. He stomped on the carpet to put out a small fire sparks from the light had caused. He looked ahead of him, at Bob. This was his chance to prove himself. He would sit back and watch, hoping for his sake that he did things right.
Bob swallowed hard. The look in Elle's eyes was unsettling, to say the very least, and he was forced to look away. He discretely covered the name on the file in front of him, then slowly brought himself to look at her again.
"Elle...Don't worry about it," he told her, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Then why am I not supposed to know about it?" she growled.
"Because of that. It's none of your business, so you're going to stay out of it. Understand?" he demanded more than asked.
She stood there, her hand still buzzing with power. A few seconds passed, and she discharged the energy at a book case as she turned and walked away. She slammed the door shut behind her. Bob exhaled sharply and Mr. Thompson smiled.
Adam scribbled Japanese calligraphy on a piece of paper, trying to figure out a way to put his plan into action. Elle was like clay; he could mold and sculpt her anyway he pleased. But what way was the right way? What angle should he work at?
He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the wastebin. This was going to take awhile. Years, perhaps. He laid his head on the desktop and closed his eyes, sick of attempting to discover the correct way to go about beginning his escape plan.
"Adam," Elle whimpered.
He looked up. She closed his cell door and stumbled over to his bed, where she put her head in her hands and cried quietly. He raised his eyebrow, then got to his feet and joined her. He pulled her hands away from her face so he could look her in the eyes.
"What's wrong, Elle?" he asked quietly.
"My da...My father, you were right about him," she said.
He concealed a smile and tilted his head to the side.
"You're the only one I trust around here. Please, tell me what you know," she sniffled.
She stared into his eyes, vulnerable and completely open, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Well, thought Adam, a slight smirk across his lips, this is a start.
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Omgosh. I like it. (: KMP! Pleaseeeee I'll love you foreverrrrr |
