MASK Legacy Saga 3: The Fallen Part 2

Chapter 18

Author’s Notes: Sorry for leaving everybody hanging on Dusty’s fate. Darcy and I had intended to post this chapter sooner, but stuff came up for the both of us. For 2009 I’m hoping to shoot for the goal of completing this story. Which probably means I need to get my hands on Vanessa’s Whip mask to get both me and Darcy whipped back into shape. A special shout out to Miginess for getting me 75 episodes of MASK on DVD. That should give me all the inspiration I need. Enjoy the chapter and please review.

Outside the penitentiary two guards came running out towards a docked jungle boat, where Jon Mayhem was ready to disembark with his prisoner Matt Trakker. The guards were out of breath and sweating in fear. “Jon we have a problem.”

Jon stood there calm trying to figure out what would cause his own men to react in such a pitiful display of fear, “Go on.”

“She…She kill him…”

Jon started to laugh, “You hear that Trakker…sounds like you’re a little too late.”

Matt Trakker entire body slummed down in his chair. After hearing the new his entire body went numb. Dusty I’m so sorry. Forgive me.

“Ummm sir…”Both soldiers looked to each other sensing that Jon did not catch their hidden meeting. Neither of them wanted to report this to their superior, but they knew the situation was too dire to ignore. The higher ranked solider spoke up, “Sir…Roxanne has killed her bodyguard. Several solider have been injured in an attempt to contain her. She’s out of control.”

Jon growled unpleasantly and grabbed the soldier’s arm pulling him away from Matt Trakker. “Couldn’t you tell me this in private?” Jon remarked in a harsh low voice knowing his enemy had just learn his friend may still be alive.

“She’s acting like some animal sir and won’t listen to reason. Four of my men are already in the infirmary. She’s guarding the prisoner as if he means something to her.”

“Ahhh…”Jon shakes his head in disgust. Everything was planned out so perfectly and yet he was still was unable to grasp complete mental control over that girl. He could tell Matt Trakker was reading his body language and attempting to listen in on the conversation. It was too late undo what had been said. He had given his enemy hope by knowing his friend was still alive and his daughter was slaying his men for sport. Jon turned his back to Matt and spoke in a low tone as he gave orders, “Put Mr. Trakker into his holding cell. Do not give him any more information about this. I’ll try to take care of our little problem, meanwhile send somebody to find the good doctor. I want to have a word with him.”

“Yes sir!”

For a brief moment, Dusty thought it was the end of the line. He had closed his eyes expecting death, but instead the girl he despised all these years, Roxanne Trakker, was defending him. Well not necessary him, for some derange moment she saw him as Buddy. If that was the only one reason keeping him alive, he had no intentions of making her think otherwise. The first guard to enter the room had suffered a sever stab to the gut by Roxanne blade. He now lay at Dusty feet motionless. Four other contra world soldiers had attempted to contain her, but each man staggered out of the room badly beaten to near death. Nobody else dared to enter the room. Now both Roxanna and Dusty were locked together in the same room waiting for some sort of reinforcements to show up. Dusty was surprised to see that Roxanne had not turned her attention back to him. Her instincts and mind set were almost like a primal animal. Her body was covered in blood and she continued to hold a fighting stance, while watching the door like a hawk waiting for the next wave of attackers to show their faces.

“Open the door.” A loud voice could be heard on the other side of the metal door.

“But sir…”

“I can handle her...now open it.” Jon casually entered the room and appeared to be unarmed.

“YOU!” Roxanne screamed, “This is your fault! I’ll kill you!” She charged straight towards Jon with her knife held over her head in her right hand.

Jon did not move an inch and remained completely calm as he saw the oncoming attack. The moment she attempted to stab the knife into him he firmly clamped onto her right wrist stopped her in her tracks. Her left hand then attempted to jab him in the throat, but Jon’s free hand blocked her attack. In an attempt to counter attack, he wrapped his leg around her leg and caused her fall flat on her back. The knife she was holding had slipped from her grip and fallen straight to the ground. Jon kicked the knife to the other side of the room, but before Jon could restrain her to the ground she had rolled over and gotten back onto her feet.

“You son of bitch! You said you’d never hurt him!”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about. The doctor will be here shortly and you’ll feel much better. Now calm down.”

“I don’t want your drugs anymore….I don’t want you either! I just want…”

“To what? Go home? You have no home all you have is me! I made you everything you are. You have nothing but me!

“NO! YOU’RE WRONG!” She charged blindly towards him kicking and punching, but he blocked every move. It was like he knew her fighting style well enough to predict her moves.

When Jon got tired of her petty fighting he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her violently up against the wall. “Remember our agreement Roxanne you are mine now and forever. The only home you have is the one I give you.”

Tears were dripping down her face as she mumbled incoherent, “Noooo…I don’t want this anymore…please let me go...” Just then the doctor entered the room holding a syringe in his hand. Roxanne started to squirm and scream, “NO! STOP IT! I DON’T WANT IT!” But there was no use protesting, the doctor injected her with haste. Her teary eyes focus on Dusty in the background looking for some hope. In a matter of minutes her eyes grew heavy and her body limp, she could no longer put up a fight.

Jon let her body fall to the ground in a crumple heap the moment she passed out. He then reached his hand out towards the doctor’s shirt collar and pulled him violently towards him, “What the hell just happened?”

The doctor gulped uncomfortably, “She might have been experiencing memory lapses again. I told you her will is too strong for drug therapy. She wasn’t ready for such a complex mission that involved interaction with her other self. I needed more time in order to work out all the kinks.”

“I gave you several years to perfect this after her little wrist cutting incident you told me you’d have this under control.” Jon didn’t want to hear his argument; before the man could speak he made his final point, “If she does this again. It’s your head. You’re replaceable. Remember that.” He violently let go of the doctor disgusted that his plans were not exactly going as he planned them. He then turned his eyes towards Dusty, whom had this head pointed downwards and his eyes shut pretending to be knocked out cold. He then moved to the door and ordered the two men standing guard, “Get a helicopter ready to take her to headquarters. She’s of no use to us in her current state and put that man in his cell. I have other work to attend to.”