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Finder's Keepers	By : K8BNimble Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 1578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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See warnings on Chapter 1. Still don't own or make any money on this.

Chapter 4 – Broken Toys

Logan started becoming aware of a painful throb in his head and the sounds of shouting. There was a strong grip under his arms and around his chest dragging him backwards. He felt nails scraping into his skin. A hard, round pressure was pressing against the side of his head.

“BACK OFF!” a loud voice bellowed by his ear.

He tried to open his eyes. The fluorescent lights were off and only the emergency lights lit the corridor. It blurred the images in front of him. Red lights were blinking disorienting him even more.

Logan remembered that was standard operating procedure if someone had hit the emergency hazard distress alarm.

“Let him go,” a male voice said calmly. “There’s no need to hurt anyone else.”

‘Anyone else?’ Logan thought, trying to figure out who had been hurt.

“He’s mine.” Logan heard a possessive growling underlying Alec’s voice that he didn’t understand.

“Alec?” Logan whispered as he tried to look around. He felt himself dragged farther back. He realized he couldn’t move his arms. They seemed to be tied behind his back. Not with handcuffs or a rope of any kind. The fabric was soft but knotted tightly. Felt like his own tee-shirt had been used. He certainly didn’t have it on anymore as he felt the cool breeze of the air vent blow onto his bare skin.

“Shut up!” He felt a nip at his ear then a lick across the back of his head. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt blood seeping down there as well.

Logan blinked. He was able to finally make out the man in front of them. A security guard. Logan could see he was overweight and sweating profusely but trying hard to keep control of the situation. There were several other people crouched behind the nurse’s station. He also noted a pair of legs lying just outside the doorway of the room they had been in wearing the same uniform pants as the guard. Blood was pooling in the doorway. He took a quick glance to the right through the window and thought he saw the blond hair of the nurse on the floor.

“There’s nowhere for you to go. The elevators have been locked down and the stairwells blocked. No one leaves this floor when a hazardous emergency alarm’s been triggered,” the guard said. “Put the gun down.”

Logan finally recognized that the pressure was a gun pressed against him. He swallowed his fear.

“Alec…wha..?”

“I said, ‘Shut up’!” Alec hissed in his ear. Logan felt the arm grip tighter and wasn’t sure if Alec was talking to him or the guard.

“Now – put the keys on the floor and kick them over to me,” Alec instructed the guard. “Do not move forward.”

“If you kill him, you have nothing to protect yourself,” the guard said.

“True.” Alec pulled the gun away from Logan and took aim at a young orderly shaking in fear behind the desk chair. His eyes were peering in the crack between the seat pan and the backrest. The bullet went right through the security grate, the gap in the chair and his forehead in less than a second.

An older woman screamed and the next bullet put her down. ‘Nurse Talbot,’ Logan recognized belatedly. The poor woman must have returned from her false page just in time to be taken and killed.

“Next person that makes a noise dies. Now,” turning back to the guard, “kneel, put that key on the floor, hands behind your head and push it over here.”

The guard did as he was told.

“Logan was it?” Alec said in his ear. “Pick it up.”

Logan shifted in confusion as Alec pulled his arms out from around Logan’s chest. What was wrong with Alec?

He turned to face him. The expression was so devoid of anything Logan recognized as Alec, he didn’t know what to think. Blood was smeared along his face. Logan wasn’t sure if it was his or Alec’s or some other unfortunate’s.

“Hands are tied,” he said sort of mumbling trying to make any sense out of this chaos.

Alec grabbed his hair and pulled back. “Use your mouth,” and then pushed Logan down. Without his arms to brace him, Logan fell on his face. He felt his glasses crunch. His jaw slammed against the linoleum sending sharp waves of pain radiating up his face. He was just glad he hadn’t bitten his tongue.

A sharp kick in the ass pushed him forward.

Logan looked up at the guard before lowering his head to the ground. He rolled to his side and scooted himself across the floor a couple of more inches to get to the key ring. Using his teeth, he picked up the key ring. Logan did not want to think where those keys had been.

He rolled to his stomach and kneeled up. As he went to stand, Alec kicked the back of his knee in. Logan felt a part of the exoskeleton break and his knee gave way. It caused him to go back down.

“Kneel.” Alec stood next to him running his hands through Logan’s hair as if he were a pet dog. The keys hung from Logan’s mouth. He yanked Logan’s head back and took the keys from his mouth. He ripped the broken frames off Logan’s face. Now everything was even harder to see. Logan’s vision wasn’t terrible, just not great.

“Good boy.”

Logan reddened in humiliation and thought about biting Alec’s hip but knew that wouldn’t really do much. He stayed kneeling by Alec’s side as he tried to get his bearings and figure out what was going on.

“The rest of you, in the room,” Alec waved the gun towards a small supply closet. Five panicked souls raced towards the closet and ducked inside. The guard started edging towards Alec as he closed the door and locked it. Without warning, Alec spun and wrapped his arm around the meaty neck. Logan heard the distinct crunch of a broken neck. The guard went down. Alec bent down and collected the handcuffs and the guard’s gun and tucked into the back of his pants. At some point, Alec must have grabbed the jeans he had been wearing when he was brought in. Logan noted he had no shirt and no shoes on. In a moment of panicked absurdity he snorted an unexpected huff of laughter at the thought of “no service”.

Alec turned and looked at him as the laugh escaped. ‘Fuck,’ was all Logan could think. He had to get his act together. Alec walked slowly towards him with a smile on his face.

Logan scrambled backwards on his ass as quickly as possible to get away. He couldn’t seem to get back on his feet. He didn’t know what was wrong with Alec, but he was clearly too far gone to reason with him. Logan needed to get away or find a way to stop him. Maybe it had been the meds? Max never did well on meds but they had never made her like this.

Had some latent Psy Ops order been triggered? Randomly Logan thought of an old movie before the Pulse about a killer being triggered by some stupid ad for snack bars. How had they stopped her? A code word? Maybe Max would know it. It was a long shot.

Except Max wasn’t here. Only Logan was.

He had managed to scramble back passed the original room heading towards the elevator. He saw the other dead guard up close and confirmed his suspicion that the nurse was the first one whose neck was broken.

In the second he took to register the bodies, Alec was on top of him. He crouched between Logan’s legs tilting his head as if studying Logan.

“Now, Logan…where were we?”

Logan looked up at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Alec?!” Logan shouted for lack of any other response he could think of. You just killed those people.”

“Yeah - so? They were in the way.”

“In the way – way of what?” Logan started to ask.

Right then Logan’s cell phone rang. They both looked at the ringing coming from his pocket. Alec sat back on his hunches and smiled. He rummaged around Logan’s pocket and pulled the phone out.

“Let’s answer it. Maybe it’s Maxie. If it is, I’d like to see her.”

“Forget it,” Logan said. Alec looked at the phone and chuckled.

“But look who’s calling,” he said in a singsongy voice.

Logan looked and saw ‘Alec’ on the incoming call screen. It was a picture Alec had taken of Logan and himself at Crash one night using Logan’s phone. Logan had been making an unpleasant face over a strong drink Alec had ordered and Alec had been laughing at him. “You need someone good looking on this phone, Logan.” Alec had said as he added the image to the caller id log. Logan had called him a “disturbed egomaniac” but kept the picture.

Logan looked at the photo and then quizzically at the man hovering over him.

Alec looked at it the image. “Well – this ought to be interesting. I’ll put it on speaker seeing as you can’t hold it,” he said indicating Logan’s bound arms.

Logan didn’t say anything at first.

A tinny “Logan?” came through the speaker.

Alec bent down and whispered in his ear, “Answer him.” He reached down to squeeze Logan’s balls hard to ensure cooperation.

Logan squeaked, “Hello?”

“Where have you been?” a very familiar voice said.

“Who is this?” Logan asked. Alec chuckled and let Logan go and knelt back up to his original position.

“It’s Alec, you twat – who else would be calling you on my line,” the voice said. “Are you high or something?”

“Or something…” Logan said, confused. The man beside him covered Logan’s mouth with his hand. Logan glared at him and tried to bite at his hand, but the man pinched his nose to prevent him from breathing.

“I see something’s happening at the hospital. The news is calling it a hazardous chemical spill and are evacuating the building but one of our buddies on another floor said he heard gunshots and that you’re there looking for uh…one of us… Wanted to make sure you were okay. Our friend said he didn’t see you outside. Also, I can’t get find Max.”

“Max?” The live version of Alec hissed into the phone. He crouched down and began licking down Logan’s belly. “I want Maxie. She left me undone. She needs to finish me.” His voice was deep and throaty – almost too soft to hear. “Or I need to finish her.”

Logan gasped.

There was a hesitation on the other end of the line. “Logan?”

Logan shrieked as the man bit him hard in the soft meat just above the hip. Logan got his good leg under him and kicked as hard as he could. Logan got lucky and got him in the gut. The man went flying a few feet.

He rolled over and got up on his knees and to his feet and ran towards the stairwell, limping a little favoring the good leg.

“Logan…” Alec’s voice called more urgently.

“Logan can’t come to the phone right now, Alec. He’s a little busy.”

“Who is this? Where’s Logan?”

“Tell Maxie, ‘Ben says ‘Finders Keepers’”. Ben stood up and stepped on the phone, smashing into a million pieces.

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Logan had finally realized this was not Alec. That left Ben – which was impossible. Max had killed him. Unless she lied.

He dismissed that thought. Max would not have lied about that. It had crushed her too much for that.

Maybe they had made more copies than just Alec and Ben?

Did it matter if he had a name? He just needed to get away.

He had tried the elevator but remembered the guard saying it was locked down. That meant the only option were the stairwells. If the authorities thought this was a chemical attack – the unit would probably come in through them.

He decided at least if he got to one, he might have a chance at getting out. He still needed to try to figure out how he was going to put a lid on this but he had to be alive to do that first and he did not have the feeling that was an option if he stayed. He wasn’t really sure why he was still alive. Ben had certainly shown no hesitation in killing anyone else.

He realized as he passed several rooms, there were still patients in some of them. Mostly those who were hooked up and weren’t able to get evacuated quickly enough. The doors were sealed shut – no doubt another security precaution.

He hadn’t seen anyone else. He assumed the floor had been evacuated as soon as shots rang out. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out before he regained consciousness in the corridor. He could assume long enough for the authorities to be called.

Logan assumed the majority of the medical personnel on this side had escaped with the most mobile of patients. How long had he been out? He didn’t think it could have been more than a few minutes but apparently long enough to make him and Ben the only mobile people on the floor.

Logan was almost to the stairwell when he heard footsteps and whistling behind him and realized he wouldn’t make it. Ben seemed to be taking his time but Logan knew it wouldn’t be long. He ducked into the nearest door which proved to be a single toilet bathroom.

He needed to get his arms free. Of all the useless rooms for him to be in, the bathroom was the most useless. There wasn’t a thing he could use to either cut himself out of his bindings or to use as a weapon.

He was at least able to lock the door behind him.

Looking around, he saw the only thing with a remotely sharp edge was the paper towel dispenser. At least it wasn’t one of those heat dryers. The only issue is he couldn’t get a good angle. He needed another option.

Outside the door, he heard scuffling where he thought the stairwell was. Maybe help was already there?

He suddenly had the thought that maybe his exoskeleton had the answer. There were some screws he might be able to get at.

He sat on the floor and tried to get his pant legs rolled up to see if he could see anything. He was in luck. On the side of the ankle there was a small screw. If he knelt down and bent backwards he could just get the edge of the fabric under the lip of the screw. He tugged furiously at it in the hopes the soft cotton fabric would tear easily. He skipped the knot and went for the thinnest part of the material.

He hadn’t gotten too far when he heard the knock at the door.

“Logan…Logan…Logan…I can smell you in there. Where do you think you can go I can’t smell you?”

Logan realized he really couldn’t hide but maybe he could delay him by distracting him.

“No guess I can’t. So uh…I guess you’re not Alec,” Logan knew it was stupid but he didn’t know what else to say.

“You Ordinaries are just so observant,” Ben said with a snark. Logan could hear the clinking of bullets. He thought the man was reloading.

“Well – I certainly don’t have genetically superior eyes,” Logan quipped. He felt tearing and knew the shirt was starting to give. “You’re not Ben,” he stated to cover the sound of the rip.

“You sound pretty sure of that,” the man said, scraping a nail lightly across the wood door.

“Well – I know Ben is dead so you must be another one that was made from the same genetic material.” Logan was furiously pulling along the sharpened edge and the fabric was giving way.

“Certainly Maxie left me for dead.” He sounded amused and a little disappointed. “I was thinking I could do her the same favor in return.”

The fabric gave the whole way and Logan’s arms were freed but he froze in place.

“Uh…what do you mean…exactly?”

“Your blood is delicious, Logan. You don’t just have Maxie on you – she’s in you. Why is that? What makes you so special?”

“Uh – I uh…” Logan didn’t really have an answer so he just said the truth, “She donated some blood to me.”

Just then the door was ripped off its hinges. Ben stood there grinning at him. Logan hid his arms behind his back quickly and pretended they were still tied together. He held the fabric in his fist.

Ben hunched over Logan wedged against the toilet tank. Logan didn’t have any room to maneuver. “I tasted me in you too and I know I haven’t donated. I may have to take it back.”

He swiped his fingers through the blood on Logan’s belly. “My blood – her blood – your blood.” He smeared it across Logan’s skin. He lifted his fingers and licked his forefinger, “Mine,” licked his middle finger, “hers,” licked his ring finger “yours… it’s all mixed up in there, isn’t it?”

He began painting a pattern with his finger across Logan’s face. Logan thought about biting him but realized that was suicidal at this point. He couldn’t make any sense out of what Ben was saying.

“Ben – we can help…,” Logan tried to reach him, to talk him down.

“We? Do you mean Alec? Who is he to you? What are you to him?” He grabbed Logan’s hair and pulled back and stared at him.

“A friend…” Logan explained as Ben began to bite along his jawline, teeth sharp and cutting against his skin. His head was pressed against the tank.

“And Maxie – is she just a friend too? I smell her all over you. I smell the one that betrayed me. She enjoys herself on you but left me a broken bloody toy for Manticore,” Ben hissed in anger.

“She said you asked her to do it,” Logan whispered, eyes wide in fear. Ben put his thumbs against Logan’s windpipe and Logan couldn’t breathe.

“I asked her to do it right – not leave enough of me for them to put back together. But they fixed me all up again – but they fixed me wrong.”

Ben’s eyes glazed over and began rhythmically rocking into Logan’s stomach as he continued to choke Logan. Logan was beginning to black out. He struggled to get his hips to push Ben off of him.

Suddenly Ben let go and Logan gasped for air. “But she found a new toy, didn’t she? A new toy she likes playing with. Does she like playing with you, Logan?” He slid down lower on Logan’s body, nails scraping deeply into Logan’s skin as he shifted positions. He left four long scratch marks down each side of Logan’s ribs.

Logan couldn’t help but shiver even as the gulped in oxygen. Adrenaline ran through him. He was terrified and could barely think straight.

Ben unbuttoned Logan’s pants. “I think I might like playing with you, too.” It took all of Logan’s will not to put his hand on top of his to stop it. It was the only element of surprise he had left. All he needed was a way to use that element to the best of his ability and he didn’t have that yet.

Ben slid Logan’s pants down over his hips.

“Naughty boy doesn’t wear clean underwear to the hospital,” Ben laughed. “What would Maxie say?”

Ben ran his hands curiously over the frame of the exoskeleton on his hips. “Is Logan a broken toy, too?” he tapped the metal frame as if sizing it up. “Does explain how the boy toy kicked so hard,” he said quietly as if talking to himself. “Ordinaries don’t usually manage to get a leg up on me – so to speak.” Ben looked up and smiled at him for a moment. When Logan didn’t respond, he bent down and sniffed along Logan’s groin. “So does Maxie break all her toys? She’s been here, too. I can smell her on you,” he whispered and took a small lick. “I can taste her on you, too.”

Logan shuddered in revulsion but saw his opportunity. He hoped he didn’t lose anything vital trying this.

As Ben bent down over him again, he used his left arm to grab the gun out of the back of Ben’s waistband and put it to the side of Ben’s head.

“Back away,” Logan ordered.

Ben looked up at him and grinned. “But I like you, Logan.” Logan released the safety and Ben backed up to allow Logan to stand.

Logan backed out of the room aiming the gun at Ben who held his arms up in mock surrender. Logan knew he should do it. He should kill Ben. Max would understand. Alec would understand. But Logan had never just killed anyone. He hesitated.

Ben laughed, “Don’t point it if you ain’t gonna use it.”

Ben had wanted to die. That’s what he said, right? Max just hadn’t done it right. Logan could do this. He closed his eyes and fired. Nothing happened. Logan looked at it in shock.

“Took the bullets out while I was waiting outside the door. I figured you’d try something like that,” Ben said. “You’d have disappointed me if you hadn’t.”

Logan dropped the gun and ran. He made to the stairwell and realized it was blocked by the body of a patient handcuffed between the emergency exit sign and a rather large potted tree. Ben must have moved it into position before he kicked the door in. His stomach lurched at how fast and remorseless Ben was.

Logan looked back to see Ben picking the gun up and reloading it. “Yes – Logan I like you very much. I like you so much I want to break you myself.” Logan heard Ben laughing as he ran down the hall.
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