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just2hands"They're getting closer!" She whispered to the man at her side, the man whose hand she held tightly as they edged down the hall. "I don't understand what's going on. What's happening Kevin? It sounds like - animals - we need to get out of here!"
"Assassination attempt" Came his decisive response. "And we need to wait here for a second doc so I can hear what's going on. Let me think" His voice had none of the sounds of the panic that was rising inside of her, and for that Anika was grateful. He sounded in control of himself, so relaxed in spite of the situation and she tried hard to follow his lead. "I think we're alright for the moment, so just relax."
Trembling, panting hard, Anika leaned against the wall near the corner and let her body sink close to the floor. It had been so close! She winced away from the shrieks and howls emanating down the hall, faint as they were. Oh god, the others in the restaurant, they were dying back there! She wanted to go back, to try and help but his hand held her tight, leading her away from the slaughter.
He had invited her out to dinner and drinks, to talk about her professional future. She'd had recruiters try to take her from Ziodex before, had always managed to turn them down on the phone with grace and tact. But Kevin was another story. Kevin, no matter how hard she tried, he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Sometimes charming, sometimes annoying as hell, he wheedled and flirted and cajoled a very rare personal date out of her to talk business away from the shop. Away from the sterile OR and the smell of antiseptics. In other words, like real people do, face to face. And Anika was decidedly out of her element. He'd chosen the date, the place and the time. All she'd had to do was show up. And she had, dressed in a short white lace shift with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Nothing too see-through, nothing too tight. True, it was short, and true those were high heels, but still it wasn't overtly sexual in that twist-your-balls-blue kind of way.
He'd smiled at her arrival, told her then that she looked good enough to eat. Anika had smiled at the thin attempt at a come-on and deftly avoided saying something that could be misconstrued. He'd introduced her then to some of the people he knew there, a couple politicians and a high ranking district attorney that happened to be dining at the little out-of-the-way Italian restaurant that night as well. And with each introduction he made some sweeping comment toward her looks. Her legs, her status. She avoided his attempts at flattery then as well, and throughout the meal Anika tried to circumvent any other question into her private life and personal business. Especially any personal business involving her love-life and who she was dating. And she was dating someone, she ended up repeating herself at least twice on that account.
She grew animated as he discussed new advances that she could assist in, research that she could be part of to aid in eradicating certain diseases; if she would just join the new hospital opening up. In spite of her personal, and verbally open opinions on the subject of pharmaceutical use and over-usage; still she found herself truly tempted by his offer. The wine she drank began to liberally loosen her tongue and relax her demeanor and by the beginning of the third glass she'd even opened up enough to smile, laugh, even thank him for his compliments a time or two as her cheeks darkened in a blush. Still, she hesitated at his business offer, raising a hand to ask for time to think about it.
"See now, it's like this. I want you doc. Want you for Pentex too. I want you. With. Us. But right now this is the best offer we've got. If you want more..." Kevin had sighed, began to push his chair back from the table. And that's when all hell broke loose. Something had smashed through the window behind her, several somethings had burst through the doors, and immediately the small dining room was awash with shattered glass, screams, and the sound of howls , growls and overturning furniture.
How they'd made it through the kitchen and to the back door was anyone's guess. Somehow along the way Anika had lost her shoes, and the back of her head stung. Kevin had held her hand though, held it tight and kept her close, leading her away from the chaos of - what was going on anyhow? A robbery? And his voice kept so calm through-out it, Anika didn't have much time to give in to her fears.
Until now. Putting her hands up, she rubbed that stinging pain at the back of her head, feeling around and beginning to pick out small shards of glass that had gotten into her hair. Glass? The window, oh yes! Grimacing in distaste, Anika pulled the elastic band out, and carefully began to comb her fingers through her hair to loosen the slivers of glass so that they could fall to the floor. A swipe of her hand at her waistline left smears of red on the white. Yea, she'd gotten cut. Anika pressed lightly around the back of her head, feeling for more slivers. Fantastic.
"It's safe" came the his voice from above. In a flash he was tugging on her arm, pulling her up, around the corner and down the hall to the back door before Anika could think to protest. As she ran she could smell the scent of smoke starting to curl and gather in the small back hallway before they burst through the back door and into the parking lot.
"Doc, you're bleeding" came his voice, as Anika bent over, ducking behind a car to keep herself from being seen by their assailants. "You might want to get that checked."
"Kevin, duck! If they see you..." She half-hissed in his direction, creeping along the door of the automobile. Her heart was pumping fast, she could hear it inside her ears. Anika's eyes glanced left and right, back and forth searching for both attackers and fellow victims. And more importantly? Someone who could help them.
"Doc, I said it was an assassination. Relax, take a chill. No need to be fucked up over it. They aren't after me and they aren't after you."
"Kevin, what if they hear you!" She crouched lower, leaning against the front panel and looking back. He was standing there, between the cars, easy to spot. For a split second she admired his bravery, but then another feeling took over and she frowned. It was tempting fate to stand there. What if someone saw him? And what on earth was he talking about?
Moments later it became all to clear as a hand descended from the hood of the car behind her and jerked a fist-full of her hair, pulling her up to her feet. With a small scream, Anika twisted and fought, ineffectual as a schoolgirl in the grip of a welter-weight boxer.
"All done. Just like you'd planned." A huge, shadowed nightmare rasped from way over on the left, echoed in part by a grizzled more human-sounding voice from the person behind her. Kevin just nodded.
"Good work guys." He brushed some imaginary hair off his shirtsleeve and grinned at the captive, disbelieving young doctor. "Had you going, didn't I? That? That was fucking fun doc."
He stalked closer and Anika still couldn't get away.
"See? I didn't lie. I told you that they weren't after you. Because if they were? They'd have gotten you." His eyes took on an almost inhumanly predatory gleam, and his smile was a harsh slash across his face. "They don't want you. But I do." His fingers came up to wipe the side of her face where a smear of blood had streaked her cheek and chin. And when it did, the hand had turned to a massive furry, clawed fist. A whimper, a whisper, and Anika tried to twist away. She tried to break free but she couldn't run, couldn't run, couldn't - "Don't touch me! Please, just don't touch..."
"Lets renegotiate, shall we doc?"
The doctor screamed as she was knocked back and slammed down to sprawl across the hood of the car. Seconds later, she screamed again, louder, longer. Howls rose up around her, harsh, dismissive, diabolically joyful and Anika's cries were nearly drowned out by the sound.
Almost, but not quite.
"Assassination attempt" Came his decisive response. "And we need to wait here for a second doc so I can hear what's going on. Let me think" His voice had none of the sounds of the panic that was rising inside of her, and for that Anika was grateful. He sounded in control of himself, so relaxed in spite of the situation and she tried hard to follow his lead. "I think we're alright for the moment, so just relax."
Trembling, panting hard, Anika leaned against the wall near the corner and let her body sink close to the floor. It had been so close! She winced away from the shrieks and howls emanating down the hall, faint as they were. Oh god, the others in the restaurant, they were dying back there! She wanted to go back, to try and help but his hand held her tight, leading her away from the slaughter.
He had invited her out to dinner and drinks, to talk about her professional future. She'd had recruiters try to take her from Ziodex before, had always managed to turn them down on the phone with grace and tact. But Kevin was another story. Kevin, no matter how hard she tried, he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Sometimes charming, sometimes annoying as hell, he wheedled and flirted and cajoled a very rare personal date out of her to talk business away from the shop. Away from the sterile OR and the smell of antiseptics. In other words, like real people do, face to face. And Anika was decidedly out of her element. He'd chosen the date, the place and the time. All she'd had to do was show up. And she had, dressed in a short white lace shift with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Nothing too see-through, nothing too tight. True, it was short, and true those were high heels, but still it wasn't overtly sexual in that twist-your-balls-blue kind of way.
He'd smiled at her arrival, told her then that she looked good enough to eat. Anika had smiled at the thin attempt at a come-on and deftly avoided saying something that could be misconstrued. He'd introduced her then to some of the people he knew there, a couple politicians and a high ranking district attorney that happened to be dining at the little out-of-the-way Italian restaurant that night as well. And with each introduction he made some sweeping comment toward her looks. Her legs, her status. She avoided his attempts at flattery then as well, and throughout the meal Anika tried to circumvent any other question into her private life and personal business. Especially any personal business involving her love-life and who she was dating. And she was dating someone, she ended up repeating herself at least twice on that account.
She grew animated as he discussed new advances that she could assist in, research that she could be part of to aid in eradicating certain diseases; if she would just join the new hospital opening up. In spite of her personal, and verbally open opinions on the subject of pharmaceutical use and over-usage; still she found herself truly tempted by his offer. The wine she drank began to liberally loosen her tongue and relax her demeanor and by the beginning of the third glass she'd even opened up enough to smile, laugh, even thank him for his compliments a time or two as her cheeks darkened in a blush. Still, she hesitated at his business offer, raising a hand to ask for time to think about it.
"See now, it's like this. I want you doc. Want you for Pentex too. I want you. With. Us. But right now this is the best offer we've got. If you want more..." Kevin had sighed, began to push his chair back from the table. And that's when all hell broke loose. Something had smashed through the window behind her, several somethings had burst through the doors, and immediately the small dining room was awash with shattered glass, screams, and the sound of howls , growls and overturning furniture.
How they'd made it through the kitchen and to the back door was anyone's guess. Somehow along the way Anika had lost her shoes, and the back of her head stung. Kevin had held her hand though, held it tight and kept her close, leading her away from the chaos of - what was going on anyhow? A robbery? And his voice kept so calm through-out it, Anika didn't have much time to give in to her fears.
Until now. Putting her hands up, she rubbed that stinging pain at the back of her head, feeling around and beginning to pick out small shards of glass that had gotten into her hair. Glass? The window, oh yes! Grimacing in distaste, Anika pulled the elastic band out, and carefully began to comb her fingers through her hair to loosen the slivers of glass so that they could fall to the floor. A swipe of her hand at her waistline left smears of red on the white. Yea, she'd gotten cut. Anika pressed lightly around the back of her head, feeling for more slivers. Fantastic.
"It's safe" came the his voice from above. In a flash he was tugging on her arm, pulling her up, around the corner and down the hall to the back door before Anika could think to protest. As she ran she could smell the scent of smoke starting to curl and gather in the small back hallway before they burst through the back door and into the parking lot.
"Doc, you're bleeding" came his voice, as Anika bent over, ducking behind a car to keep herself from being seen by their assailants. "You might want to get that checked."
"Kevin, duck! If they see you..." She half-hissed in his direction, creeping along the door of the automobile. Her heart was pumping fast, she could hear it inside her ears. Anika's eyes glanced left and right, back and forth searching for both attackers and fellow victims. And more importantly? Someone who could help them.
"Doc, I said it was an assassination. Relax, take a chill. No need to be fucked up over it. They aren't after me and they aren't after you."
"Kevin, what if they hear you!" She crouched lower, leaning against the front panel and looking back. He was standing there, between the cars, easy to spot. For a split second she admired his bravery, but then another feeling took over and she frowned. It was tempting fate to stand there. What if someone saw him? And what on earth was he talking about?
Moments later it became all to clear as a hand descended from the hood of the car behind her and jerked a fist-full of her hair, pulling her up to her feet. With a small scream, Anika twisted and fought, ineffectual as a schoolgirl in the grip of a welter-weight boxer.
"All done. Just like you'd planned." A huge, shadowed nightmare rasped from way over on the left, echoed in part by a grizzled more human-sounding voice from the person behind her. Kevin just nodded.
"Good work guys." He brushed some imaginary hair off his shirtsleeve and grinned at the captive, disbelieving young doctor. "Had you going, didn't I? That? That was fucking fun doc."
He stalked closer and Anika still couldn't get away.
"See? I didn't lie. I told you that they weren't after you. Because if they were? They'd have gotten you." His eyes took on an almost inhumanly predatory gleam, and his smile was a harsh slash across his face. "They don't want you. But I do." His fingers came up to wipe the side of her face where a smear of blood had streaked her cheek and chin. And when it did, the hand had turned to a massive furry, clawed fist. A whimper, a whisper, and Anika tried to twist away. She tried to break free but she couldn't run, couldn't run, couldn't - "Don't touch me! Please, just don't touch..."
"Lets renegotiate, shall we doc?"
The doctor screamed as she was knocked back and slammed down to sprawl across the hood of the car. Seconds later, she screamed again, louder, longer. Howls rose up around her, harsh, dismissive, diabolically joyful and Anika's cries were nearly drowned out by the sound.
Almost, but not quite.
