Where They Take You When You're Bad. (Geller - Open to Ash, Ishmael, Laney, Llidya, etc. you know who you are).

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(this post is beginning here : http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t42859252/famous-last-words-geller-jenna/ at the last point in the SL where Geller was seen.) “So be it.” +When Jenna stalked off and left him beside the pool he had watched her go without moving a muscle to stop her. The outrage she had expressed at his suggestion that she go to Japan was met with silence because he knew that what she was really mad about was the fact that she so badly wanted to go, no matter what he said. It was a true case of the lady protesting too much. Let her be angry at him, let her be so angry that she went all the way to the other end of the world. She had told him that she loved him, wanted to be with him, but he hadn’t made it through decades of dealing with the underbelly of society by missing a lie when it was told right to his face. Not that he thought Jenna even knew she was lying, he just knew that she wasn’t sure of her own decision. He knew her story, knew what she’d been through, and knew that she had been through a lot. For a long time she had closed herself off from the world and hidden behind the regal title of Queen. When they met she had just begun taking those tentative first steps back into life and he knew that what she thought was love would most likely collapse beneath the presence of new freedom that would undoubtedly come with further explorations into both her future and her past. Pushing up from the lounge chair he had stood there a moment in the back yard listening to the wind chimes as they sang a sweet melody on the breeze. His eyes contemplated the slight ripples in the water of the swimming pool a moment and then he brushed his hands down along the sides of his legs like a traveler wiping the dust of the road off his hands. Time would tell now, and he would leave her be to make her decision.+ +Leaving her home that night he thought that he would hear from her in a few days. In the meantime he had the restaurant to keep him busy. At least that had been the plan, but on this occasion he was dead wrong. In fact he could not have been more wrong. Never count your money when you’re sitting at the table; an old gamblers adage, something he should have paid more attention to. Since coming to New Orleans there had been matters of romance, politics, friendship, and business threading through their every day and night and somewhere in that mix they had managed to turn their backs on a far larger threat than anything they were currently dabbling with. Somewhere along the way they had forgotten why they had come to New Orleans in the first place. They had forgotten that they were being hunted by people so skilled that they had once had a Tiger Queen as one of their henchmen. Shortly after leaving Jenna’s home Geller’s trail would go cold. No trace of scent or mark was left to determine where he had gone. It was as though he had disappeared completely, like some fae trick, and perhaps that is just what it had been. All that he could remember was a rumble of thunder and the sticky heat of a New Orleans night in bloom and then; darkness.+ __________________

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+That same insidious buzzing filled his head, a ringing in the ears that felt like his brain was going to bleed out all over the floor. As his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks he peered through swollen lids at the blinding white neon lights that shone down on him from overhead. How long had he been out this time? There was no way of knowing. Since he had arrived here the black outs had been growing more fierce, catching him by surprise, and each time he felt as though more and more of his life was slipping through his fingers. He felt a hand pressed to the side of his head and vaguely recognized it as his own but the pain was so all encompassing that his body felt like a foreign entity. Every inch of his flesh felt as though it had been flayed from him, the red bloody mess beneath smeared with silver and….aw hell, it hurt like nothing words could describe and he just wished that his head finally would explode and decorate the bare concrete walls.+

“You bastards are gonna have to do better than a few headaches to get anything out of me.”

+Headaches. Yeah. You could call them that. There were a few facts that Geller knew for sure, though that was cold comfort under the current circumstances. Fact one, these people were badly in need of an interior decorator. He’d tried to tell one of the men in white coats exactly that, but they hadn’t appreciated the suggestion much. As he slowly pushed his body into an upright position he felt the stone hard muscles in his abdomen burn and protest at even that slight movement and a red haze filled his head. His bare feet touched down on the cold concrete of the floor and he stared straight ahead through slitted eyes at the one way mirror that took up most of the wall opposite him. The room he was in had four walls like any other and the entire thing was solid gray concrete, the floor was equipped with drains for blood and anything else that might need to be washed away (or so he assumed). That mirror was a constant reminder that he wasn’t alone, that they were watching him.+

“No breakfast today boys?”

+There was a metallic click and a panel at the bottom of the door slid aside as a tray was slid through to him. Almost at once the panel slid back into place with a click. It made him chuckle actually. He felt like he was living in that Bill Murray movie Groundhogs Day where every day was the same. Pain, breakfast, pacing, yoga, sitting, pain. Lather, rinse, repeat. The second thing he knew was that the people who had him were the same people who had been hunting Jenna and himself in New York. One of the scientists had lost his life to give Geller that secret. Claws like razors had slit his throat almost before he had finished doling out the information. After that they had put him under again and when he woke up he’d been unable to shift, for all he knew a full moon had passed and he hadn’t shifted. Impossible, or so he would have thought.+

“What is it? Smoked salmon and a bagel? Eggs Benedict?”

+Beneath him the thin mattress creaked on its rusty coils as he pushed up to his feet and felt the burn of silver where his ankles were shackled, the chain angrily clanking against the concrete floor as he moved towards where the tray sat on the floor. Crouching down he sighed and felt a slow warmth running out of his nose. A finger wiped at that warmth and came away stained red with blood. Again. Same this time as the last. At least with time it was bleeding less and less. Looking down at the tray he saw dehydrated eggs and some kind of meat that looked gray in the shine of the flickering overhead lights. Of all the tortures they had put him through this was the worst, the salt in the wound, the insult to injury. Soldier rations served on a puke green plastic tray. Lifting it off the floor his wrist chains kept his hands close together as he moved. Three, his captors were adaptive and seemingly endless in number. He had fought them, killed some, but they just found new toys to bind him with, new tortures to dole out, and new tricks from their pet fae to send him into the passive abyss. Or at least he assumed that was still their preferred method.+

+As disgusting as the food on the tray looked he still wanted to eat it. Inside he felt the burning roll of his stomach as the stale smell flirted with his olfactory senses. He wanted to shovel the food into his mouth with his bare hands but instead he turned and flung the tray at the mirror watching its contents splatter across the emotionless glass. They always cleaned it up. They must have been feeding him some other way when he was unconscious. Which led him to the final thing he knew about these people, they didn’t want him dead.+

“Stand against the wall.”

+The voice came from overhead, punctuated by the crackle of audio interference. Geller lifted a shackled hand and slowly held up his middle finger as a wide smile splayed across his wide indulgent lips that were bloody and cracked. If they had just wanted him dead then by now he would be. There had to be more to this than Jenna had told him about, more to what they were doing with the supernaturals. Sure, she had hunted people for them, but this wasn’t anything like what she had described. Geller wasn’t sure if they had her somewhere in this hell with him, somewhere close by, but none of them had ever mentioned the tigress and he hoped that whatever their true purpose was it no longer included her.+

“Please stand against the wall sir.”

+He had to believe that she was safe, because if they were only after him then that meant his family was safe as well. Other than a stubborn streak a mile wide those were the thoughts that kept him going day in and day out in this hellacious place. As the voice continued its orders he ignored it and took a seat on the edge of the mattress again and let his body lean limply forward with his elbows pressed into his knees as he slowly counted back from ten. Soon they would summon that wave of darkness to chase him out of his own head, by now it was familiar. His calloused fingers scratched at the black stubble that had grown in on his face and he wished they would leave it alone and let it grow, at least then he would know how long he had been here like this.+

“five………..four…………..three………….two……………..one.”

+His thick shapely lips parted and he took in a shuddering breath but nothing happened. After a moment longer his head snapped up and he looked at the mirror. Without knowing it a fierce glow had entered his silver streaked obsidian eyes. Then his universe was ripped apart as a pain like fire burned it’s way through his brain and down his spine then out in crashing waves through every nerve ending in his central nervous system. He screamed, because he had long ago lost whatever pride would have kept him from doing so, and the sound echoed off the walls like thunder. It felt as though his skin could no longer hold his body together and he clenched his eyes shut to keep them in his skull as the fire ate away all thought and he was drawn into the blackness again, riding on a wave of pain into the abyss.+

-- Edited by CHARLES GELLER on Tuesday 21st of June 2011 02:44:32 AM

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The phone beside his bed rang and Ishmael sat up and reached towards it even as his brain was slowly dredged awake from the edge of dreams. The combination of jet lag and three hours of sleep should have made him groggy or dazed but when he answered the phone his voice sounded crisp. Always the consummate professional he ignored his bodies complaints and concentrated instead of whatever was currently the matter at hand. Lifting the phone to his ear he scooted back in the King size bed and pressed his back against the headboard so that he could see the darkened room around him.

“What can you tell me?” It was an odd way to answer the phone no doubt, but only one person had this number and that person would not be calling for idle chatter.

“Mr. Goldman. We were so happy to hear that your flight arrived on time.” On the other end of the line the man in the white lab coat was fidgeting with his computer equipment, monitoring the scans that were printing out daily. He didn’t like being assigned to this job. It made him nervous for many reasons, not the least of which being the demanding client on the other end of the phone line. In addition to that there was the daily threat of disaster from the monster in the next room. As he thought about Geller the scientists eyes flicked nervously towards the mirror that would let him peer in at their experiment without being seen himself. Yet he always felt as though the man in the cage could see him and that was a thought that never ceased to disturb him. “We have a few…..hiccups….with the project. But, but, I…I can assure you sir that they’re all being ironed out and the project will be fully operational soon enough. In fact, we’re almost ready for our last test run.”

Ishmael could hear the nervousness in the man’s voice, but he didn’t need such obvious clues to gather information. Even from a distance he could reach out and feel the mind of this chittering nobody as he went through his explanation. If he wanted to he could filter through the rubble and orient himself cleanly on that one mind, that genius mind who was in charge of this aspect of the project; he could turn that mind to mush if he so desired. At the moment he had the desire to do exactly that, but he assumed that desire came more from his own lack of sleep than anything else. Wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue he let out a long slow breath and focused his eyes on the large armoire against the far wall.

“I did not come half way around the world to help you explore your incompetence. You informed me that this time you were certain it would work and I expect results.” This had not been the first go at the project. There had been others before to test the mechanism on and all of those were now down for the dirt nap. Supernaturals who either weren’t strong enough to make it through the process or those who went mad afterwards and had to be put down by a core group of assassins. Ishmael supposed that the assassins had been fed some line of American bullshit about killing them for the good of the supernatural world, but in reality they were failed experiments that had needed to be put out of their misery. Not to mention the need to destroy anyone connected to the project who might leak the information where it didn’t belong. His stony lips pulled back in a smile that left his eyes dead. “Call me after the final test run. I want to be there when it’s finished.”

The scientist bristled slightly and his fingers pushed at his spectacles to slide them up the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t their fault that things hadn’t gone according to plan. What the man asked was impossible and frankly even his superior mind wasn’t sure what the applications of such an experiment could be. Not that he wanted to know mind you. He was certain that the part their labs were playing was only a small part of a larger whole and he didn’t want to know any more than he had to about that larger faction. He had a family, kids, a wife, two dogs for Christs sake and for him this job was just a paycheck. “No more mistakes Mr. Goldman. This is our masterpiece. B…b…but like I said, there are always a few kinks to work out before you put out a finished product.”

Even as they talked about the man using words like experiment, product, or masterpiece he saw Geller being led from the room by a small blonde who was there with the “others”. That was how he thought of them, as “others”. They were steely eyed, armed more than a soldier, and looked like they were every bit as inhuman as the experiment himself. “I’ll do that Mr. Goldman. Is there anything else?”

Ishmael contemplated the last question. Was there anything else he needed? Yes. So many things. At least the success of this experiment would lead him one step closer towards his final goal. Unable to stop himself he turned his head to look at the small picture frame on the bedside table and Rashel’s face seemed to laugh back at him. She always had that expression, like she was in on a cosmic joke that you could never understand. “Just call me when it’s finished.”

His voice was the picture perfect essence of cool clarity as he gave that last directive and then hung up the phone. Sitting up in bed he thought about going back to sleep, but that only lasted a moment. There was still work to be done while he waited. In the life of Ishmael Goldman there was no such thing as a holiday.

Relief flooded the scientist as he hung up the phone, stammering out a goodbye that he doubted the man on the other line waited to listen to. Once his shaking hand let go of the telephone he pushed nervously at his glasses again, trying to keep them in place. From behind smudged lenses his eyes looked at the small blonde woman standing very close to their experiment, her small hand pressed to the tall dark one’s chest as she whispered in conference with him. The experiment seemed to be focusing intently on her, his head lowered, face hidden beneath the length of his black hair. With a curt grunt the scientist cleared his throat to get their attention and watched as Geller’s face lifted and turned to smile at him. There was evil in that smile that made the scientists skin crawl and he wanted nothing more than to be finished with this project so that he could return to his regular life working for the Department of Defense in DC. Yes, even the government looked sweet and cuddly compared to this place.

“Mr. Geller. How are you feeling today?” Oh how he resented the handsome smile and cocky walk of the man who came towards him. But he consoled himself with the fact that the individual had no idea what was happening to him. In the end it wasn’t strength, power, or looks that ruled the world; it was the mind. Taking out a small pen light from his pocket he motioned for the man to take a seat on the small medical table set up near one of the walls.

He spoke in an aside to the tiny blonde woman who was still hovering very close to their work. “Could you please go and fetch the others? I need to get him ready if we’re going to send him out with you today for a trial run. It will be his first time out of the building and we need to make sure everything is operational.” Sending her off he felt a wash of relief. Not having her dead eyes on him would make him feel much less prone to the willies. He clicked the button on the pen light and moved closed to where the experiment was seated on the table. Just one creeper in the room now.

“Just follow this light with your eyes. I just want to check all your vitals before they come in to feed you and get you ready.” The experiment obeyed, but he could see eagerness building up behind the friendly façade of the man’s face. The scientist didn’t want to know what exactly they were going to do with the experiment once they had it out in the city. He didn’t care. Right here and now he was making scientific history and that was all that mattered. It wasn’t about whether you SHOULD do something, it was about whether you COULD. After a moment he realized that he had stopped shining the light in the man’s eyes and that the experiment was staring at him. That gaze made him take a few steps back and fumble as he tried to tuck the penlight back in his lab coat pocket.

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+ From within him the demon could see out at it’s surroundings. That blackened presence wore the body of the wolf like a cheap suit. He moved so well within this shelter and it felt good to be able to control the body that he had been gifted. Don’t get things mixed up. He was no demon with a capital D. Nothing biblical or apocalyptic like Beelzebub or Bael. In fact he was the remnants of a half demon soul who had once had a body of his very own, though nothing quite this nice. Nico was just your average horny little devil. You could file him under destructive and troublesome in the dictionary and that would suit him just fine. As the man in the white lab coat stepped away he ran his hands down the thighs of the body he inhabited, feeling the thick muscles there and reveling at the strength. Fingers tensed and he squeezed the hardness of those thighs and feeling himself eager to be up off this table and about his business.+

+What that business was he still wasn’t entirely sure. For some time now the summoner had been calling him in and out of this body trying to get a more complete sense of control over the connection between the man who was Charles Geller and the demonic being now formed within him. There was some sort of science involved. A switch or chip within the mans brain buried in all that lovely gray matter that took away or gave access to Nico as the situation called for. Why? Well, that was hardly his concern at the moment. Nico had been dwindling in some dimension of the ether for what seemed like an eternity, though the life he remembered would have placed him somewhere in the early 1900’s when he’d actually had his own body. +

+The tiny blonde with the incredibly warm hands came back into the room with a bevy of nurses behind her. Angie Harmon. That was her name. It sounded good to him. His eyes tracked her movements and reveled in the way her hips moved, the sharp sleekness of her thighs, and his wide mouth pulled into a smile that showed fierce white teeth as he allowed himself to be pushed down onto the bed. Nico didn’t fight the nurses as they went about their business. He was a much easier patient than the wolf whose body he shared. Nico didn’t care why they wanted him, or what their ultimate goal was. All that he cared about was that he was finally free from the ether and that they had promised that soon he would be able to have a little fun and flex his powerful abilities once again.+

+Watching Angie he kept that wicked smile plastered on his face and let her come to him and stroke his cheek. Whatever the scientists were doing he ignored, the beeps and murmurs of the equipment and people blending into the background as Angie’s warm little hand brushed his cool skin. His tongue licked his lips and he listened only to what she promised him; death, destruction, fire, and the chance to unleash his fury on the Earth as long as he played by certain rules. He didn’t like the sound of that last part and he made the body’s eyebrows draw together as his emotionless eyes watched her. He had never liked rules much, but for this opportunity he didn’t mind much that he had to share this body with a stupid werewolf and with some mechanical control mechanism in his brain. Sooner or later he would figure out how to take it all. +

“Are you going to stay with me Angie?”

+He asked the question as her hand moved down the curve of his neck to rest against his chest where he was sure some silly heart was thumping away. Nico had no idea why he was so fond of the tiny powerful woman, other than the fact that her power was like a beacon to him, and that she looked deadly and sensual in her black assassin gear. She didn’t make any promises, but the doctors were finished with him and let him sit up and then stand from the table. Angie handed him some darkly shaded sunglasses which he slipped on his face. They matched the black shirt, jeans, combat boots that he had been allowed to dress in. He didn’t know where they were going for this final test and he didn’t care. +

+Slipping his hand into Angie’s he let her lead him out a back door into the ordinary parking lot of a small shopping center somewhere in the South. It looked like a picture from a magazine. Just a normal place with some very abnormal secrets. She let him go to take a seat behind the wheel of a red convertible and he moved towards the passenger side using his hand to brace himself as he hoisted himself over the door and slid down into the leather bucket seat. Angie had promised that he would get to destroy something. She had said they needed to test the mechanism inside his brain to see if it would work once he unleashed his powers.+

+His head leaned against the back of the seat, turned just enough to see her from the corners of his eyes and watch the way her blonde hair blew carelessly back in the wind. Something about that made his brain tickle and ache, like memories that didn’t belong to him were trying to push through. Nico fought them. He had to pass this test. He had to be free. He had to stay with Angie Harmon. She would know what to do. They drove off into the small parish towards the edges of town and he waited for an opportunity to show them what he could do.+

(Check here for what happens next : http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t43525554/times-picayune-mysterious-destruction/ )

-- Edited by CHARLES GELLER on Thursday 23rd of June 2011 11:59:14 PM

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+When he blinked and opened his eyes Geller realized he was back in the cell once again. Above him the neon lights made their faint humming sound and the last thing he remembered was throwing the food tray at the mirror. His head hurt less than usual and he felt only the slightest warmth of blood where it cooled beneath his nose. Teeth clenched together as he felt his body and knew for certain that his flesh had recently healed some damage. The hair on his arms was burnt, the skin beneath perfect and pale. What in the world had they been doing to him?+

+Sitting up he tried to stretch his neck and heard resounding pops as his back and neck adjusted themselves. Every inch of him felt beaten, like he’d been burnt from the inside out. He had to move slowly and reorient himself in his body after another of the famous black outs. Whatever these people wanted he hoped they got on with it quickly. This black out shit was wearing out it’s welcome. Letting a hard breath out through his nose he pushed to his feet and stood unsteadily beside the bed before taking a single step. That was the moment he realized that something was different. The chains were gone.+

+His wrists and ankles were completely free and he could move unhindered. Geller fought not to give in to instinct but after so long under such harsh conditions he couldn’t help himself. He threw himself towards the glass as though he meant to force his way through. When his body connected with the glass the whole structure seemed to shake and he backed up for another attempt. That was when the pain seered through him, the wave of red pain, the flash of lights, his head sucked into a vortex of unimaginable agony that made him reel and fall to his knees. This wasn’t like being hit or kicked or even shot. This was inside him. It was like his own mind was his enemy. Hands clutched at the side of his head and he screamed as his knees hit the floor and with familiar speed the world faded to black.+

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-Angie watched the wolf as he threw himself against the mirror and felt the reverberations through her hand where it pressed to the glass. Like a game of chicken she refused to move back. Angie Harmon backed down to no one. Beneath the adorable blonde exterior there was a core of solid steel tempered by fire from the pits of an imaginary hell. She made a soft tsk sound with her tongue against the back of her teeth as she watched the wolf fall to his knees in pain.-

"The pain function won't stay after he leaves here will it? That could be a problem if you're trying to have him merge back into society. Most normal people don't drop to their knees and start clutching their head like it's going to roll off."

-Sarcasm laced her words as she turned to look back over her shoulder at the bespectacled man in the white lab coat. Angie was still wearing the black tights and black shirt from her earlier mission with Nico. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bouncy ponytail, and she was coated in a thin layer of soot and dust. They had made a mess of things, but since that had been the plan she didn't see a problem with it. As long as she wasn't the one who had to clean up the mess.-

"Call him. It's time."

- The body of Charles Geller was sprawled across the floor and she had to step closer to the one way mirror to look in and see him fully. There was nothing really handsome about him and yet, there was something there that made her want to touch and taste every inch. She might even be tempted to do so if Nico wasn't in the body at the moment. The scientist was objecting but Angie cut a look in his direction that did not forgive his arguments. They could do as many test runs as they wanted, but until they bit the bullet and handed the project over to Ishmael they were no closer to actually knowing if it would work. And she was no closer to knowing how she was going to steal Nico right out from under Goldmans grasp.-

-Trying hard to block out her thoughts she ran a fingertip against the glass with a squeaking noise as she moved towards the door and waited for one of the armed guards to buzz her in from the control station. A faint metallic thud and clank sounded and then she pulled back the heavy latch and pushed the door inwards. The mans body was sprawled just inches away from her and she moved towards him on silent feet. When the tips of her toes were touching him she crouched down and slid her body against the concrete floor to lay beside him.-

-Warm tiny hands moved to rest against the strong curve of his chest as she felt the hair underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. She let her fingers explore his face in repose wondering where Nico was now, where Geller was, where did the two entities go when the body was in this fully dormant stage? There were still little things she didn't understand about the whole process, but she would find out. She just had to bide her time. Her voice was a whisper as she nuzzled against Geller's jaw, her downy blonde hair soft against the stubble of his chin.-

"Nico. You'll be out again soon my love. My darling. Remember me and everything will be alright."

-Lifting her head she kissed his lips softly, letting her tongue trace a line along his mouth. This man had one hell of a mouth. Big lips, wide smile, she couldn't wait to see what those lips could do in more intimate surroundings. The kiss was passionate even though one half of the engagement was currently unconscious, but those were the kind of details that never bothered Angie. Finally she pushed away from the bopy and left it on the ground. Soon enough they'd be together again.-

"I'll wait outside for Mr. Goldman."

-She announced it to the scientist even though the man was busy packing up and most likely not listening to her at all. The whole place was a buzz with activity. After over a month they had managed a success, well, more than that really if you counted the endless stream of supernaturals who had perished before this one. Now it was time to clean up. Everything had to go, the area had to be completely restored to its original state and wiped like a slate, not a single shred of evidence about what had gone on here could remain behind. As she exited the building her eyes flicked to the scientist. Well, maybe one shred.-

-She contemplated her need for the scientist as she went to meet Mr. Goldman. Sunglasses were slipped off her head and down to cover the crystal blue perfection of her eyes. If there was a way to convince Goldman to let her keep the scientist alive then she would find it. Angie had a way of talking people into things that they normally didn't want to do. It was a gift.-

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The Rolls Royce limousine pulled into the small parking lot of the small shopping center just at dusk. The entire place had a look of desertion about it. Normal, in all the right senses and yet it didn't take a psychic to feel the sense of unesasiness that lingered in this place. Several such locations were set up all over the country. Places used for the experiments that had been going on for years as Ishmael searched to a solution for his rather perculiar problem. This was the final location, ground zero, the only one of the many locations that Ishmael had ever personally visited. He didn't leave Rome for mistakes, only success, and this was the first true success in all their experimentation.

After receiving the phone call from the scientist Ishmael had made a few calls of his own. Like flushing something undesirable down the drain he had put into effect the end game of this solemn project. Even now as he rested calmly in the back of the Rolls Royce there were wheels set in motion and actions being carried out all across the country. Those were his far reaching arms, new people hired for this purpose to destroy those who knew what had been going on. With any luck by the end of the day anyone who had worked directly on this project for the assassins agency would be six feet beneath the ground. He didn't put a death order out on all of them, not those who had worked with no idea what was happening, but those in charge had to be expunged. It was good business. Ishmael Goldman was not a man who liked to leave loose ends.

As with everything he kept many layers of intrigue one on top of the other, making sure that the left hand didn't know what the right hand was doing. The car rolled to a stop and he could see from the tinted window of his car the adorable figure of a tiny blonde woman standing just outside the building waiting for him. A loose end, but one that was not yet ready to be flushed. The summoner. He still had need of her. Ishmael could feel her mind like a familiar blanket, it was so much like being inside Rashel's mind that he sat peacefully amidst the chaos for a moment and just felt her. He could feel Angie trying to hide her thoughts from him, but as strong as her powers might be in some regards they were not strong enough to keep him from her mind.

Her plans and devious designs were laid bare before him. Inside her head he could see her desires in crystalized form. It probably would have been better if he had killed her, but he had two reasons for not doing it. He needed her for awhile yet, to continue the experiment and see in the long term how useful it would be to him. Also though he felt a certain kinship with her desires. Not only did Angie remind him of Rashel, she also reminded him of himself. Her sick and blackened lover for her demon lover reminded him of his own complete and total fascination with his sister. Their loves were the same, their desires the same, and perhaps if he got what he wanted he would grant her her hearts desire as well.

The driver opened the door of the car and Angie was already moving towards him. Ishmael stepped out of the car, his tall well built body unfolding and making it obvious that he was a larger man then most. Unassuming in his stoic looks, but sizeable in stature. Eyes the color of slate looked over the djavo before him and instantly found each of her flaws, both physically and in her mind. By flaws of course he was thinking of all the ways that she was unlike his perfect Rashel and therefore less worthy. No other woman had ever held his love, his soul, his body, and likely none ever would. Not even the incomprable Angie Harmon.

"He is ready then?"

Asking Angie the question he could already see the people from inside the building coming out, being led at gunpoint by one of the guards to line up against the wall. Ishmael moved towards them, looking like a man from another universe in his custom tailored Italian suit, a charcoal gray that matched his eye and demeanor with just a splash of rust red coloring the tie. Without hesitation he turned his mind upon them and opened that doorway inside himself which held the power to.....he felt Angie's warm little hand on his shoulder. The dainty woman had to reach high to lay her hand on his shoulder and he was forced to look down his nose at her to see the look on her face.

She explained her wishes and he took a moment to think it over before giving her a nod and allowing her to fetch the lead scientist from those against the wall. Angie moved calmly, as though she had all the time in the world, and this too reminded Ishmael of Rashel. He let the djavo take the hand of the scientist and lead him off towards the Rolls Royce, the two of them ducking into the cool interior of the car to wait for him. Turning back to those against the wall he felt their fear wash over him, their hundred secret thoughts laid bare before him, and then with a snap of mental force he wiped all that away. Their minds were left like chalkboards wiped clean of the last few years, their lives nonexistent in the face of his power. A new directive was engaged, he sent them back to the lives they'd had with no memory of the job they'd completed. They were marked, if he needed them, he could find them. Truly, they were lucky compared to the others, those who he'd had killed from a distance. It was a shame to have to destroy their memories, but certainly they would have preferred that to death....if Ishmael had given them a choice.

Inside the building he could feel the lone occupant. Geller was unconscious, his mind clear and serene as it waited to be engaged. Soon enough their experiment would be unleashed. Peripherally Ishmael explored the blanked mind of the wolf trying to see if there was any sign of the djavo that dwelled inside the man. Nothing. Not even a hint of that other presence. Perfect. It was just as he had hoped. Turning his back on the building he heard a rumble of distant thunder, a storm rolling in. Good. It would help with their cause. Climbing into the back of the limousine he waited for the driver to close the door behind him and the looked around the dim interior at the blonde woman and the scientist who were sharing the space with him.

"What now?" The scientist asked with a stutter in his speech.

"Now we set the wheels in motion. And watch."

The Rolls Royce moved at a crawl to a more hidden location where they could see the building without being seen themselves. They were so close. Soon now the wolf would awaken and the next stage of the game would be set in motion.

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-Only the slightest hint of agonizing worry swept over her as she saw Ishmael climb out of the limousine. He was more intimidating than she had counted on, and the way that he looked at her gave her the sense that he was seeing through her. That was not something that she was used to. Among all the supernatural races the djavo and nephilim were the most difficult to detect so the fact that he seemed to know her and not to fear her made an instant spike of worry race her spine. Then she remembered who she was. Angie Harmon did not back down to anyone.-

"He is ready then?" -Ishmael asked her.-

"He's perfect."

-She countered and as she spoke her eyes actually half closed in contentment. When she and Nico had met in Berlin in 1925 they had been only children. Childhood sweethearts you could say, except that they were anything but sweet. Being without him since his murder in 1945 had been like hell on Earth, but she was a survivor. She had found a way to sustain herself, to survive, and to wait until it would be possible to bring him back to her. Today was the culmination of a lifetime of longing.-

-Lost in her own thoughts she almost didn't catch Ishmael in time before he wiped the minds of the people who had been in the building. Quickly she reached a hand up to touch his shoulder and when he looked at her she demurely hid her eyes beneath the thick sweeps of her black eyelashes. Then she stood on tip toe and whispered softly into his ear letting just the slightest bit of influential power accompany the words she spoke.-

"We should keep the lead scientist with us for awhile. It's a good way to make sure that things will be alright, even if there's a glitch."

-Boy she'd pulled that rabbit out of the hat at the last second. After he nodded she slipped away to fetch Bill Nye the Science Geek and herd him towards the car. The man kept pushing at his glasses and trying to look behind him to see what was going to happen with the others. Angie put a hand on the back of the scientists head and forced him to duck into the car ahead of her.-

"Trust me. You don't want to know."

-Not knowing what was going on could sometimes be the better option. Angie had learned a long time ago that you stayed alive longer if you didn't know every little detail. Better to focus on the big picture. Climbing into the limousine behind the scientist she followed her own advice and didn't try looking through the windows to see what Ishmael was going to do next, but the power she felt was unmistakable. It made her smooth lips form an O of surprise. For a human he packed a pretty powerful punch.-

"Just stay useful and maybe you'll get that house in the suburbs you always promised your wife."

-Patting the scientists leg she scooted over when Ishmael joined them in the limousine. Only then did she look out the tinted windows and see all the people wandering aimlessly towards their cars like zombies. They looked like they were all sleep walking. Now why on Earth with all the power this man had would Ishmael Goldman need to be messing around with secret mind experiments and djavo summoning? It was a question worth looking into. Perhaps in finding the answer she could discover a way to get him to hand Nico's new body over to her.-

"Oh goody! I love when I get to watch all the fun."

-Overhead a crack of thunder sounded and it made her eyes light up. It was always a good time for a storm. Their car pulled away from the building just enough that they could watch without being seen. After the parking lot was cleared she felt something, a pulse of power from Ishmael. At first it confused her, but then she felt the wolfs power nearby and realized what Mr. Goldman had done. Angie's eyes narrowed and she looked at him sidelong. This was the last time she was going to underestimate him.-

-All this time she'd thought that the switch in Geller/Nico's brain would be triggered by one of the scientists on their fancy schmancy computer, but it seemed that Mr. Goldman had full control of his little project from this point onward. That made her take a mental step back and reassess the situation. That reassessment didn't last long though because moments later someone was stumbling out of the building. It was the wolf, Geller, and he was moving like he might collapse at any moment.-

"Are we going to...."

-But Ishmael interrupted her.- "Shh. We're going to wait."

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+ There was a strange sense of warmth against his lips, as though someone had recently kissed them, but the second he parted his lips to take a breath he felt the skin crack and break from dehydration. Even a lycanthropes body can only take so much before things don't heal as well. Over a month of pain, starvation, torture, and experimentation left him ravaged but as he came to he didn't remember any of that. In fact the first memory that slid across the watery surface of his mind was of being at Jenna's house, their argument, and the thought that Nike was still waiting for an answer from him. His eyelids fluttered, lashes too long to belong to a man fluttered against his cheek a moment before he could force his eyes open part way. +

+Gazing through slitted eyes his vision swam a moment and a nauseous roll of pain washed over him. His entire body felt like it had been set on fire, pumped full of silver bullets, and then turned inside out. This was made all too apparent to him as he started to move and every muscle in his body protested. Those large pearly white teeth clamped together making his wide jawline harden. Forcing himself to ignore the pain he pushed up onto his knees and tried to look at the room around him. The place was empty, the door open, and there wasn't a sign of life in the entire place. Not a smell or a sound or any sign that there was now or had ever been another living soul in this place.+

+When he'd been human he had had plenty of times when too much booze or too many drugs had left him waking up ravaged in a strange place, but that had been a long time in the past. His hand moved to touch the side of his head and he paused, looking at the cuts and burnt hair on his pale skin begin to heal themselves more rapidly than he'd ever seen before. His lips parted again and he mouthed the words 'what the fuck' as though speaking out loud might disturb someone. Pushing up he slid his bare feet beneath him and took a moment to let the world stop spinning so that he could walk towards that welcoming open door.+

+Even in a haze of pain he was on the alert, trying to strain his senses to scour the place for any sign of danger. Really though he was having a moment of simpatico with Dee Dee right then because aliens was about the only explanation he could think of. He even had a moment to worry about that whole anal probe thing as he braced a hand on the frame of the door and steeled the nausea in his stomach to make his way through it.+

+With each step the world steadied and as his blood pumped he could literally feel himself healing, could feel his body re-knitting wounds and re-learning how to walk without vomiting on the floor. Somehow he made it to the front door of the strange shop and pushed through it to find himself in a desolate suburban shopping center. The lonely concrete of the parking lot stretched out in front of him and even though he was feeling better he had no idea where the hell he was or how long he would have to walk to find his way home. The mystery he could leave for another time, there were more practical things to deal with now. Moving, breathing, and finding water somewhere.+

+Geller had made it half way across the parking lot and was preparing to max out his body and try to shift when suddenly from behind him the entire world seemed to explode outward. He was blown off his feet and felt the clothes he was wearing burning against his back, the lick of fire eating at his skin as he was thrown through the air, arms and legs struggling for balance in a world of chaos and then he was slammed into the concrete with so much force that he could have sworn it cracked beneath him (or maybe that was just a few pesky bones). The last thought he had before hitting the ground was "aww shit." Then for a moment he didn't think anything at all.+

+In and out of the darkness he kept hearing snatches of conversation, people yelling, sirens screaming, and he desperately wanted to speak and to ask one of the people if he could please have a few Advil for his headache. Hands touched him and everywhere they touched he could feel pain and again that swift sense of healing that was more rapid than even his lycanthropy had previously provided. Somehow he had been pried off the concrete to the amazement of those around and he heard them commenting on the fact that he should be dead. Though he couldn't open his eyes he forced his lips to move and form the words he needed.+

"Lycanthrope.....gloves..."

+It was a warning for the EMTs not to touch him without gloves on in case they got infected. He wasn't even sure if they heard him or if it would make any difference. The bed was rolled onto an ambulance and he continued to fight for consciousness until he felt a warm hand on his arm and a soft voice whispered for him to rest. He could rest now, they said. He wanted to tell them that he was a little preoccupied with the aliens probing his butt to sleep or that riding an exploding wave of fire made him anything but peaceful, but then the nurse must have shot something into him because a delicious pain free moment swept him up and carried him off to dreamland.+

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-Sitting in the back of the limousine Angie hadn't even bothered to turn her back to the two men as she changed clothes. She swapped the black on black assassin garb for white on white scrubs and a pair of white tennis shoes. Her blonde hair was swept back into a ponytail with only the fringe of her bangs falling across her face. The scientist kept sneaking glances her way as she changed but Ishmael didn't pay the slightest attention. At least now she knew what weapons in her arsenal wouldn't work on him.-

-After Geller had come out of the room Ishmael had ordered her to get rid of the building. She'd given Geller what she called survival room and then unleashed the fury of blue flames set off the explosives that had been hidden inside the building. When it exploded the sound made her heart race, her thighs tense, and she wanted to rush right out into the empty parking lot to find Nico's body and make sure he was alright. But she had to wait. Wait while Ishmael put in an anonymous phone call through an untraceable phone. Wait while the police, fire, and EMT units arrived. Wait until the chaos was like a bee hive that had been poked with a stick and only then could she climb out of the car.-

-Her skin was streaked with blue white jags of firey power and she used it to keep the human workers from noticing her. She would slip in among them and simply blend. Ishmael would do the rest, using his power to convince them that Angie had been there all along, convince them that she was one of them. Angie didn't much like trusting Ishmael's power with her survival but he had explained it all to her carefully as he'd handed her a bag of clothes in the back of the limousine. They needed someone on the inside. Someone to watch Geller and make sure he didn't suspect. Someone to be close when Nico came out to play. Angie knew she was the only person for that job.-

-Once she was in the midst of the chaos she dropped her power shield and simply became a part of the scene itself. She was standing by the gurney as they loaded Geller onto it and heard the man try to warn them. That made her tip her head to the side curiously. He had been nearly destroyed by fire, technology, and the heart of a demon and he was still trying to save these humans? Nope. She just didn't get it. Still, she reached out and grabbed the wrist of one of the EMTs in her dainty hand and stopped him from touching the large bloody wound on Geller's face.-

"He said he's a lycanthrope. Go get gloves on." -The man looked at her a moment and blinked as though something in his head was trying to make sense of her. She said a silent prayer that whatever Ishmael was doing would work. Almost holding her breath she let it out in a rush as he nodded and went to do as she said, shouting on his way for the others to do the same. Angie looked pointedly at the other two EMT's- "Well? Get him in the back. There's a lycanthrope clinic in New Orleans. Call ahead and let's get him there as fast as we can."

-She climbed into the back of the EMT van and took a seat near Geller, letting her warm hand run down his arm as she whispered softly for him to rest. She wanted to so badly tell Nico that she loved him, that she missed him, to stay strong, but she knew this wasn't Nico. Still she kept her hand on his arm as the other EMT handed her a needle and she slid it smoothly into one of the veins on the back of his hand. She made sure to give him enough to put down an elephant, knowing that the combination of djavo and lycan inside him would reject it quickly enough. Then she road along at his side, marveling at the strong muscles of his forearm, the veins just slightly visible there beneath all that black hair. He really was a primitive thing, but knowing Nico was in there somewhere made his face the most inexplicably beautiful thing in the world to her.-

"The clinic says they'll take him. I can have us there in thirty minutes."

"Good." -she spoke softly as she stared at Gellers face.- "He'll be fine until then."

-Eventually she had to rip herself out of the dreamy haze because the other EMT in the back of the van was looking at her funny. She busied herself helping him to record Geller's vitals, now and then glancing out the small back windows at the cop car that was following them. Soon enough they'd take his fingerprints, call his emergency contacts, and Charles Geller would be going home. But he wouldn't be going home the same as he had left and if she had anything to say about it he wouldn't be staying there for long.-

(Where they go : http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t43560433/local-lycan-clinic-open-to-jessica-first-then-anyone/ )

-- Edited by ANGIE HARMON on Friday 24th of June 2011 01:31:53 AM

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