Author: Emily-Of-Midgard PM
In 2011, a league has formed, decedents of the original members and famous people of the day. Alex Quatermain is the latest leader after his brother's disappearance. With the group on the verge of splitting, can he lead them and break the family curse?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Chapters: 8 - Words: 11,450 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-01-13 - Published: 11-25-11 - id: 7582390
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If he hadn't caught him, he would have been a goner.
Eric Gray looked down at the steadily paling gunman. "When this is over, Sawyer, you'll pay for what you did to my suit."
Hyde rolled her eyes. "Can we just go? Who cares about what had happened to the moron, we don't have much time left."
"But just enough to get some mauling in, right?" Her response was a twisted grin. He shoved the unconscious Sawyer at Christy Mulheim.
"Take him back to the ship and try to round up as many reinforcements as you can. I have a feeling things are going to get ugly." The masked woman nodded and slipped away in the unnerving way she had. Gray looked down at his now ruined suit. He sighed and removed the jacket, taking out two pistols.
"You do realize you sicken me, Miss Hyde." He stated, rolling up his sleeves.
"You do realize you are a hypocrite." She responded. He smirked.
"Naturally." He stepped out from the shadows and fired his gun at the window.
Alex stared at the crudely drawn map Holmes had provided him with. From what he had gathered, Sawyer was to enter the main courtyard through a small hole in the fence. He would then sneak into the building and try to find out what was going on.
Alex unconsciously began to chew on his pen cap. If all went well, they would have their Intel. If all didn't…well, he didn't want to think about that right.
A cough snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up and Holmes stood there. He had just met her, but he wasn't sure if he liked her or not. She was very cold, and seemed to place collecting data above the safety of others, such as sending Sawyer in alone. Further, while she was apparently third in command behind Harker, Harker refused to tell him more about her, to the point where she became angry. It was all very strange.
"Can I help you, Ms. Holmes?"
"Ms. Harker asked you to report to the Medical bay." Before Alex could get in a word edgewise, she breezed out. Alex shrugged into his jacket and walked down the hall. On his way there, he happened to glance at his watch. It was three AM, Christmas Morning.
It certainly didn't feel like Christmas. Christmas had always been a very quiet affair. His brother usually got eggnog (usually with copious amounts of alcohol. He had been above the legal drinking age* for nine years, and they usually ended up each buying enough for both of them, so there was always plenty to spare) and they would watch crappy Christmas specials in a drunken stupor. While it was hardly a picture perfect Christmas, it always felt like Christmas and he looked forward to it. Here, he hadn't even noticed the day ending and today beginning.
His train of thought was broken when a man he had not met before but was dressed in the Medical bay uniform ran into him. He blinked at him, his fatigue finally beginning to set in. He opened the door to the bay, and he was immediately awake.
A ring of doctors and Alex's co-workers surrounded a gurney. On this gurney lay Sawyer. He was covered in blood and seemed to be in shock. Alex ran up and caught a glimpse of a terrible bullet wound before he was shoved out of the way by a doctor. Christy Mulheim stood to the side, twisting a rope in her hand. Alex ran up to her.
"What happened?" He demanded.
"He was doing recon when one of the Moran siblings shot him." She said simply. Harker walked up to him, covered in blood.
"I need to talk to you."
"My sentiments exactly. Let's go out into the hall and let them work" He responded with a nod in the direction of the crowd of doctors, walking out in the hall with Harker hot on his heels. He began pacing quickly. "What happened?"
"Mulheim told you. He was shot," She walked over to stare out the window. "I should have never listened to that woman. She's done something like this before."
"Why won't you talk about her?" Alex asked, leaning against the wall.
"I didn't want my opinions to affect our mission, but I don't care about that anymore," She turned away from the window to face Alex. "A few years ago, before she left on her sabbatical, she was involved in another mission. There was a woman who was working with us named Ruby Skinner."
Alex did a double take. "She was Sawyer's girlfriend." Harker blinked in surprise.
"Yes, how did you know that?"
"He told me the other night. He said he hasn't seen her in a while."
"That would be correct," She stared out the window. "She was killed on the mission."
Time suddenly seemed to freeze. Alex stared at her in shock. "She's…dead? But…he said he was going to see her soon."
Alex shook his head. "Nothing. Just something we once discussed. How is he doing?"
"He's bleeding profusely. If they can't stop it…well, even if they CAN stop it, he's in for hell. Quatermain, I just don't know if he'll make it. I don't know."
"Where are the others?"
"I had sent them out for backup after I learned she had sent him alone. I don't care how high and mighty she thinks she is; you never send somebody in alone. One day, that woman will fall, and I won't feel sorry for her."
"So why aren't they back?"
"Gray said they may run into trouble."
Alex snorted. "'May run into trouble?'"
"Well," Harker said with a hint of a smile. "The next thing I heard was a gunshot and Hyde yelling words in languages I didn't know had profanities, so I assume they found trouble." The smile faded away as a look of pain crossed her face.
"What is it?" Alex said, reaching out his hand. She pushed it away, holding a hand over her nose.
"I need to get away from here. They just pulled the bullet out, and the blood is everywhe-oh god." She ran away faster than he thought someone could move. He looked out the window. The vampire was in a blood frenzy, the only person who liked him could be bleeding out on the operating table, the third in command was going through a power crisis, and everyone else was in danger.
AN-There will be a fight scene next chapter, so the story will pick up. It's still up in the air what I want to do after that.
I'm sorry I didn't update for a while. I had a lot of school work and I pretty much lost interest, but I'm back now!
Please tell me how I can improve.