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�� It
was six in the evening. Abe knew it was without a doubt six because that door
only opened three times a day and this was the third. Breakfast was brought
precisely at eight a.m., lunch and snack at noon and supper, always and
promptly, at six p.m. So the door opened and a trio of anonymous Agents wheeled
in his meal. It was the only time Abe saw another soul but after a few weeks,
he ceased to be excited about it.
�� None
of the servers spoke to him. They did not even glance in his direction as they
lay the trey for him on the study table. They were afraid to really. The
cooking staff, like Hellboy did, subscribed to the same silly notion that
keeping their distance would keep him from reading their thoughts. They often
scurried off when he approached, walking briskly for the doors when he came to
eat, so Abe did not even bother to lift himself out of the tank until they
left. But today, not even the idea of full belly motivated him to stop his
listless floating.
�� The
meals themselves were pitifully bland, just enough to provide sustenance and
nothing else. Abe had not enjoyed a rotten egg for the better part of a month
nor a good book either. The books inside the library were there but the stands
that faced his tank were not. He could only read for so long before having to
return to his tank and rest his straining gills. His more portable breathing
system was purposely shelved somewhere else.
�� The
Professor took great strides to make sure nothing would distract him from
thinking about what he had done, the reason for his punishment and isolation.
If he ever visited again, Abe would tell the old man he had done an excellent
job as nothing really brought him too much enjoyment, save the moment when he
thought of her. Floating in his tank, bobbing with the ebb and flow of the
artificial current, Abe would focus so intensely on Tamara he could see her
just beyond that pane of glass. He could almost hear her voice echo through the
water but he didn�t look up. It was always a huge disappointment to look up and
not see her.
�� Although, if had this time, he would have been pleasantly
surprised.
�� She
snuck in among the servers, trading in her neatly pressed linen dress and
backless mules for a dark pantsuit and black penny loafers. Her hair was
slicked back, parted on the side, like every other Agent she saw, male and
female. Tamara tapped on the glass and pulled the elastic from her hair, it
suddenly felt too tight, much like the rest of her. She didn�t feel at ease
until Abe lifted his head, black eyes blinking as he focused on her. Tamara
smiled and clasped her hands to keep from pressing them up against the glass.
Abe did not look as happy as she was to see him, to see her.
�� What�
are you doing here?� he blinked, eyes darting nervously round the room. �If the
Professor came in��
�� I
know,� Tamara sighed, hanging her head, �I did not want to put you in this
position but I had to see you.�
�� Because
It told you to,� Abe looked at her
directly now, eyes on her neck.
�� He
had not seen the mark clearly for himself yet. The church was too dark for him
to make them out the night they appeared and the one memory Hellboy mercifully
shared with him said Tamara was careful to hide the garish black hashes behind
turtlenecks and scarves. But the pressed cotton shirt and open collar of the
bureau uniform exposed them, even though she tried to hide it behind her silky
black hair. She purposely combed it over her shoulder when she caught him
staring.
�� I
did not come because Nek�kem ordered me,� she said,
putting her hands on her hips. �I came because I missed you, Stupid.�
�� Abe
rested his hands against the glass and sighed, �Forgive me, Tamara. I must
admit this forced isolation,� he paused looking around his tank, ��has made me
a bit testy.�
�� Me
too,� she said, lowering her arms. �I nearly broke the door to my room slamming
it when I found out they ran out of Coke in the cafeteria.�
�� I
heard you have gotten stronger,� Abe chuckled �Actually I saw it through Hellboy�s memories. How are you feeling?�
�� Not
so good,� she huffed. Tamara turned away from the glass, pressing her back
against it as she sat down. �Things have really changed and they aren�t done
changing yet. Not that anyone acknowledges it,�
�� Abe
knew a little of the goings on but he let her talk, swimming closer to press
against the glass. �What do you mean?� he asked. �The others aren�t talking to
you?�
�� It�s
like we are all strangers,� she said softly. �I would say it�s like the first
day I came here. It feels like I�m the new kid in the class again, everyone
watching me, whispering behind my back as I take my seat�but it�s far worse.
And imagine it�s not just me feeling it.�
�� Surely
Liz is good company, Hellboy?�
�� Tamara
let out a long breath, combing her hair with her fingers, �Liz is�different since she maimed Willis,� she
said raising her eyebrows. �Hellboy�s become more
withdrawn because of it, it hurts him that she is hurting, but he won�t admit
it. He wants to help her so bad, but there�s nothing he can do for a woman who
hates who she is. Broom won�t even look at me, not that I care to look at
myself most days and you�re walled up in here,� she sighed, bringing her legs
to her chest. �I just feel so alone. Even Nek�kem has
left me,�
�� Abe
knelt down, lowering himself to where she was, �I am sure that cannot be true,�
he said, looking at her neck.
�� Tamara
gave a nervous laugh and popped the collar on her shirt, �You are correct,� she
replied. �I�m stronger than I should be. Faster. I can
hear the guard popping his gum on the first floor of the complex. I know its
cherry flavoured because I can taste it in the air. All that sensory
information drove me mad that first week, it felt like I would spill out in a
million directions if my skin wasn�t holding me together,�
�� Sounds
like you have the symptoms of someone bitten by a werewolf,�
�� Tamara
chuckled and shook her head, �If I didn�t know any better I�d say you were
right.�
�� It
sure would be a lot easier to fix,�
�� It
would a lot easier to anticipate when I would change too,� she nodded. �I just
hope I wouldn�t lift my leg to anything. Although I think I�d forgive myself if
I pissed on Manning�s leg.�
�� They
laughed together a moment and then Tamara stopped. Abe watched as she reclined
back, hitting the glass with a soft thud, her shoulders slack. He reached out to
hug her but his fingers touched the glass, reminding him he could not and should not do so.
�� He
held himself instead, taking a seat on the tank�s bottom, his side pressing
against the glass. He looked at her profile as he spoke, �It worries you he is
silent, doesn�t it?�
�� Tamara
nodded her head. �Either what happened took a lot out of him or he�s plotting
again.�
�� Again?� Abe repeated. Tamara explained she felt the same
way before the entity compelled her to touch him. She could feel his pull
rippling underneath her skin, just like it did when she neared Abe with lust in
her mind, but it won�t talk to her. �That worries me,� Abe frowned.
�� It
worries me too. It�s like the calm before the storm. Last time he was this
silent I showed up at your room and ripped all your clothes off,� she said
bashfully, half-smiling with memory. The sweet expression fell when she
remembered why it happened, �I hate to think what he has planned next.�
�� Abe
sat up straight then, an idea sparking in his mind. �Perhaps we can force him
to tell us.�
�� Tamara
turned hearing him thud against the glass, pushing away as he raced to swim to
the top kicking his strong legs. She heard the latches of the hatch open and
she stood, skipping backward from the tank with fear as he climbed out of the
pool.
�� What
are you doing?� she asked, nervously glancing at the door. She promised Clay
she would behave herself and she could if Abe stayed inside the tank. �Get back
in there!�
�� Not
until we get some answers from that thing,� he said, walking down the steps
toward her. She backed away until she was flush against the wall, her arms
wrapped around her waist to keep from reaching for him. Abe held his hands out
in a calming gesture not wanting her to resist. The task would be hard enough
even if she didn�t.
�� Let
me read you,� he began. �I�ve never really tried in earnest before, at least
not while you were conscious.�
�� To
what end?� she exclaimed.
�� I
want to talk to it. I have before. Perhaps this time I can get something useful
out of it. I wonder why I did not think of this before,� he said, reaching for
her.
�� Because
it is a bad idea,� Tamara fought with his arms but Abe was nimble, his hands
fell on her forehead, cool and wet, sucking to her temples.
�� At
least let me try,� he said, nodding encouragingly. �Please Tamara. I�ll need
your help in this.�
�� He
was earnest in his plea, his voice and mannerisms said as much. Tamara let her
head rest against his palms and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and
pushed off the wall, stepping toward. �Fine,� she breathed. �Tell me what to
do.�
�� Abe
laid his hands more firmly on her then, taking her head wholly in his hands,
�Relax.� He commanded softly. �Think back to a time when you were at peace and
open, when you were happy and blissful.� To his surprise Abe said the words and
Tamara�s mind opened like a book� but the pages flipped by in his mind too fast
for him to read. He held her brow harder and tried to focus on the pages
intensely, �Try to relax more,� he urged, �Slow your thoughts, slow your
breathing.�
�� Tamara
exhaled and tried to concentrate on the sound of his voice, counting his words
at a snail's pace, repeating them even slower in her head. Abe could hear the
faintest echo of her numeric recitation over the furious whipping of her mind�s
pages. They hadn�t decelerated as he hoped, if anything, they moved faster. He
strained to read the images as they whizzed by but it became harder and harder.
They were going more rapidly. Everything he saw a blur and then suddenly the
book slammed shut, her mind blocking him out coldly. From the depths of her
psyche, some shapeless black thing ragingly lunged forward and took Abe by the
shoulders. In an instant he was airborne, shoved violently into the air, tossed
like he weighed nothing across the room.
�� Do not! DO! NOT!�
�� Abe
tumbled over a desk and landed with a crunch against a post, his body crumpling
as it slid to the floor. As soon as he was whipped away, as his hands slid from
her face, Tamara fell to her knees, shaking and sweating. Her fingers sunk into
the red oriental runner as black blood dribbled from her nose over her lips.
She saw a drop fall on the carpet under her head and then vaporise in black
mist.
�� Tamara
raised her hand to her nose to touch the blood and as if it were alive the long
line of ink slithered back inside her nostril. She clapped a hand over her face
to keep it there and looked in the direction the mist seemed to dissipate in,
to the man piled in a heap across the room. She took a sharp breath to keep
from screaming.
�� Abe��
she whispered, not trusting her voice to not break. �Are you ok?�
�� Tamara
let out a long relieved breath when he groaned in response, pushing himself off
the post with a pop of his back. Despite the ache in his muscles Abe moved on
his hands and knees to her side. He struggled to take each shaky step to near
her only to have her shy away when he finally did.
�� I
don�t want to hurt you again,� she said, tucking her body away from him. �And I
definitely don�t want to feel that
again.�
�� Abe�s
outstretched hand fell to the ground and he slowly turned away to sit on his
bottom, his back to her as he lost himself in thought. He had never experienced
something so acutely terrifying, powerfully strong and strangely� desperate. Aside from the anger and
rage, which was distinct and clear before it shoved him, there was an
overwhelming fear and it did not belong entirely to Tamara.
�� Nek�kem was frightened by his intrusion, unsettled that he could intrude in what it considered home
and safety. Abe was surprised by that realisation as the last time he spoke to
the entity, it was so self-assured and arrogant. But then again, Abe realised,
slowly moving to stand, that conversation was preceded by a demonstration of
its pull on Tamara.
�� Tamara
looked away from her shaking hands to the man that towered over her. He reached
a hand down for her to take but she looked away, �There is no way we are going
to try that again.�
�� There
are other ways we can make him speak to us�trust me?�
�� Tamara
lifted her head again and stared at the man, his large eyes pleading. When she
felt her marked skin ripple forbiddingly she put her hand in his, standing as
he pulled her toward him.
�� Abe
led her to the table and hoisted her up, his arms still cradling her slender
body. Tamara felt her entire body seethe pleasurably as he brushed his lips
across hers. His head came closer, his slender fingers dug into the small of
her back. They rumpled the suit jacket and blouse, pushing them out of the way
as his hands spread over her bare skin. Abe kissed her hard, moving her entire
body back as his lips crushed hers. He wasn�t surprised hear her growl in
return or feel her kiss him back just a fiercely. Abe pulled away with a pained
sound and opened his eyes just in time to see hers bleed to black.
�
�� Sekmet, the svelte and sensuous beauty, paced with ire in
the grand parlour of her brother�s posh penthouse hotel room. The gilded
mirrors and priceless porcelain bobbles on the mahogany shelves shook as she
stomped back and forth. If Agent Willis could have seen her now, he wouldn�t
have been so enamoured with her long legs and their stride. The grey mini-skirt
she wore showed them to be rotten, the skin a sickly shade of green-grey. Her
flesh broke off in clumps as she moved, revealing pitted black muscle
underneath. Sekmet was so agitated by all this that
her essence had begun to eat away at her vessel, aging, killing and decomposing
the slender body.
�� Her
brother watched her move with apathy. He lounged in a velvet high back smoking
chair with legs crossed. His sea-foam green eyes, so frighteningly light they
looked like glaciers, slid back and forth as she did, framed by distinctively
Irish red eyelashes. He slowly rotated the tumbler of brandy in his large
hands, seemingly indifferent and uncaring as she dropped yet another lump of
flesh on the antique runner.
�� Sekmet, please sit,� he said finally, �The concierge will
make me pay extra if you continue to soil the floor with bits of yourself.�
�� Forgive
me, Apris,� she said, tossing her hands to her hips.
�We cannot all be like you and not care when family is in trouble.�
�� Considering
how many times we find him in a similar predicament, I�d think you�d be more
than used to this by now,� he said taking a sip from his glass.� �This time, I really can�t afford to be
moved.�
�� This
time, it is your fault, Apri. You took your time
coming to the old church and forced me to hold back. I could have levelled them
all,� she growled, crushing the imaginary enemies in her fist. �I could have
taken them and the Ahemait out in an instant.�
�� With
the exception of the demon and the fire-starter,� Apris
muttered, taking another sip.
�� His
sister heard him and resented the implication, �I could have taken her too.�
She said holding her chin up, hiding her hurt pride. �Perhaps
not the demon, but definitely her. She could not even control her
powers.�
�� Which makes her all the more dangerous, sena. There is no telling
what she would have done to you or herself in that state.�
�� Sekmet took a deep breath, �It is probably for the best,�
she sighed, lifting a flap of skin from her arm. She tore the piece off and
tossed it in the garbage, ignoring the tiny echo of the woman�s scream inside
her. �I will need a new body soon and the fire-starter�s
will do just fine. She�s not as pretty as this one was, but her powers will
more than make up for that. �
�� If
you can learn to control them and her,� he said dejectedly. �This is Nek�kem�s problem now. He has chosen his vessel very
poorly.�
�� Don�t
be so fucking practical right now, Apri.�
�� One
of us must be, Sekmet,� he replied. �Perhaps you
wouldn�t be in need of a new body if you were.�
�� Apri, you do realise that is our brother trapped in that
place?�
�� Yes.
And I also understand it is he who put himself there!� he said with growing
anger, �How can you care for someone who repeatedly puts us all in danger? It
would be wise if you started to think about yourself now.�
�� Are
you?� Sekmet turned with her arms folded, her eyes
blackening like a storm. When Apris did not respond,
she strode the distance between them and swung her arm back. Sekmet struck him so hard he dropped his glass.
�� Apris felt the blood dribble down his cheek. He closed his
eyes and the jagged strips of flesh whipped around wildly. They weaved,
interlaced and thatched like a wicker basket to close his wound. When he was
healed, Apris left his chair with a hiss and grabbed
his sister by the throat, dragging her with him as he moved. He was going to
toss her through the wall when he felt the sudden rush of anger wane just a
bit.
�� Sekmet fell against the wall with a crunch as Apris held her out at arms length. She could feel what he
now felt. The anger that was so tangible just a moment ago slid like snake into
lust. It swirled like a storm inside her mind and as it too dissipated, she
could hear a faint voice calling for help. Apris let
her go with a grunt and moving back to his seat. He swiped up the glass on the
floor with one hand and strode to the bar.
�� I
forgive you brother,� Sekmet swallowed, touching her
bruised throat. �Nek�kem is flexing his might in his
vessel. Satisfying his Har with her body and the merbeast. It affects you.�
�� This
is exactly what I am talking about, Sekmet,� he
growled. Apris poured his glass full with a shaking
hand. The lust his brother welled in the woman made his groin tighten
painfully. �We know where he is, that he is in distress, why must he keep his
mind open and share these sensations with us?�
�� Because
he does not want you to forget him,�
�� How
can I? There are ties that bind us more so than the other Ba.�
Apris clenched the glass in his hand and sent a
suppressive wave through his thoughts, pushing Nek�kem�s
impulses back.
�� It took a moment but Sekmet
sighed feeling the knotted desire between her legs dissipate, �Thank you, sen.�
�� Apris took a calming breath and set the glass down, �I am
tired of this,� he announced softly. �If we do not sever our ties now, there
will be no hope for the future. This cycle always
repeats itself. We find somewhere to call home and Nek�kem
with all his impetuous glory ruins it.�
�� Sekmet looked up, �The Ahemait
know you now too?�
�� Apris nodded, �They have destroyed my new life. Burned down my house. Killed my vessel�s family,� he said.
�I am �dead� now to this world and so are you.�
�� But
why do you mourn for any of it? For them?� she asked. �Nek�kem
is your true family,�
�� He
is the one thing that holds me back,� he corrected, with a bitter rattle.
�� Skemet pushed off the wall and folded her arms, �It almost
sounds like you do not want to help him.� Apris was
silent and Skemet trembled
the glassware with her anger. It tinkled and chimed harder and faster as she
strode a path toward him at the bar, where he sulked, looking at her from over
the tumbler in his hand in the mirrored panel. The man was surprised to hear
her speak English.
�� If
you are thinking of fucking him over, you will have to come through me as well.
Are you willing to do that Apris?�
�� He
continued to swirl his glass and stare at her, �Do not tempt me, Sekmet. You will be surprised by my answer.�
�� The
bottles ceased to move and Apris turned to face his
elder sister. She gave him a wintry smile, her black eyes telling of the
contempt she had for him. �Fine,� she hissed, backing away. �I do not need your
help and neither does Nek�kem. I will free him
myself. You are dead to me.�
�� And sadly now, you to me, dear sena.� He said quietly,
raising his glass of brandy in her direction.

A/N:
One more chapter and then its new stuff from there!
Sorry I was away for so long, I went to DC for the inauguration but I�m back
now! Arianna,
Pickle_Snatcher
and kayla,
thank you so much for reading and reviewing. And to the anonymous person who bumped
up my rating, thank you too! I love writing for you guys!
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