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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 of this.

Chapter 5 – Keeping His Cool

Alec heard the crunch of the phone after he heard a voice that sounded remarkably like himself. Ben…shit,’ was his only thought as he ran to his bike to get to the hospital. He was two sectors away. That would take at least an hour. Good thing he always kept his sector pass on the bike. He tried Max but no luck. He considered leaving a message but remembered she had gone out of town that morning. She was too far away to help so leaving a message would only cause her panic. It was up to him. Terminal City was even farther away and Alec couldn’t wait for reinforcements. Most likely Logan would be dead if Ben was really hunting him. Probably was already. His heart sank.

“No…no that’s not happening,” Alec said to himself as he started the bike and headed off.

Not saving Logan never occurred to him.

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Logan wished he knew this facility better. He vaguely recalled every floor having its own emergency generator since regular electricity was more a myth than reality. Every floor looked the same – grimy, cold, and not quite sterile. Everything was made of cement and metal. There were safety grates to keep the staff ‘safe’, a mix of working high tech equipment and jumbled messes boxes and cables attempting to do jobs they weren’t designed for, assorted gurneys, wheelchairs and carts lined the hallways. General disorder.

He did recall each floor had redundant security protocols. Since the Pulse, there were so many more violent incidents at hospitals. The black market paid high prices for stolen medicine, stolen equipment, and trained medical personnel. Logan also remembered an incident three years prior when an entire floor had been held hostage while emergency surgery was performed on a drug lord. Fortunately, he survived so only a couple people were killed and a few more injured to ensure the cooperation of the staff. And there was the incident in which a politician was shot in his bed by a wandering patient.

Those incidents are what drove all the additional security measures and procedures which now seemed to have trapped Logan on this floor. All the patient doors were sealed, locking them in their rooms until situations could be handled. Only medical personnel could access them in an emergency.

He knew the X-5 could smell him from a distance. Ben had been right. There was no where he could hide unless he could either get his scent off of him or get someone else’s scent on him. Logan laughed – he didn’t really think a shower would save him but he sure wish he had taken one earlier. Max’s smell on him seemed to have triggered this insanity but he had no idea why. Max hadn’t indicated that Ben had any interest in her other than just a fellow X-5. Although knowing Alec was supposed to have been her “mate”, was Ben’s DNA somehow wired to Max? Was Alec actually ‘programmed’ for her? He cut the thought short. This was not the time to attempt to figure out the complexities of Manticore’s Frankensteinian interferences with human genetics.

He turned the corner and saw the walk-in cooler. He remembered each floor had one in case of emergencies. For lack of a better plan, he thought that might cut the smell.

He listened carefully behind him and thought he heard Ben but he was walking slowly and making no attempt to hide his footsteps. ‘And why would he,’ Logan snorted to himself. ‘It’s not like I’m much of a challenge.’ He also heard the sounds of phones ringing at the nurse’s station and random medical equipment beeping and chirping. Somewhere a heart monitor alert was going off. Knowing no one was there to respond to it, Logan grimaced. He couldn’t even attempt to save that person and hoped it was faulty equipment.

He quickly ran down the hall, turn the corner, rubbed a random door with his arm hoping it left enough of a scent then doubled back feverishly hoping Ben had not caught up yet. He could hear whistling in the not too far distance – the same tuneless whistle as before. In the lone miracle of the day, Ben wasn’t in the corridor when Logan slipped back in. Logan realized that Ben seemed to think that hunting Logan wouldn’t take a lot of effort. He hoped that overconfidence would be his Achilles’ heel. Logan quickly opened the door of the cooler and slipped in.

It was small as he expected. Only about five by five. Mostly it was locked shelves on one side which Logan took to be pharmaceuticals that needed to stay in cold storage. The left side had shelves of chilled pads and bags of ice. Cartons of juice boxes also lined the shelves for patients. There were also several random drinks he could only assumed belonged to the staff. Looked like some of them stored their lunches as well.

Logan didn’t dare sit. He needed to think. There wasn’t much in the way of a weapon in the room if Ben did track him. His best bet would be to sneak back out once Ben went passed and double back on his own scent. He thought he recalled seeing a garbage chute door on his way in. It was possible the slide wouldn’t kill him.

Of course – that still left Ben here with those people locked in the closet. Could he get them out that way? He’d have to trap Ben somewhere to do that. That wasn’t likely.

He wasn’t sure how he would save those people. Ben hadn’t hesitated to kill anyone yet. ‘Except me.’ The thought popped into his head and screamed for attention.

Why hadn’t Ben killed him yet?

At first it seemed like he was a hostage but once he locked those people up, he should have either locked Logan up or killed him. He didn’t need Logan anymore.

And he certainly could have killed him on the floor or in the bathroom.

Instead he had taunted him, teased him, played with him…like

Prey.

He looked down at his bare belly and saw the bite mark on his stomach and the bruise now forming around it. He looked at the matching mark on his nipple.

Was the scent of Max on him causing Ben to act like this? Hunting him. He went back to the thought of the Manticore mating experiments. Could that be part of this? Somewhere in Ben’s programming, the scent of Max’s pheromones on Logan had instigated a rutting instinct? Except that his own male hormones had confused Ben into thinking he was competition?

Another thought occurred to him. Maybe Ben was trying to use Logan to bring Max here? That’s what he said to Alec on the phone. But now that Alec had proof Logan was alive, Ben didn’t need Logan anymore. Logan felt sure that might be true but that the first scenario explained his behavior more.

Now he had to figure out how to work with it that theory.

Shit – was Ben trying to fuck him or kill him? He couldn’t think of any other reason Ben had acted so…feral with him. Remembering the last words as he ran, he thought maybe both acts were on the menu.

He shivered at the thought. Or maybe it was just the cooler that was the reason he was beginning to feel cold. He had been in there about ten - fifteen minutes. It seemed awfully quiet in the hall but he couldn’t be sure that wasn’t just the cooler insulation blocking sound.

He ripped open a bag of ice and grabbed a couple of chips to wipe the blood off of the bite marks. It occurred to him to use it to wipe himself down with and that would wipe Max’s smell off of him. He couldn’t decide if that smart or not. As he considered these theories, he couldn’t quite fit in the fact that Ben said he sensed himself within Logan. He didn’t know what that meant or how it was affecting Ben’s reactions.

If Ben was acting on instinct and his instinct said something of his mate was on Logan, that could save Logan just by making Ben hesitate. He was sure now that was why he wasn’t dead yet. Ben wasn’t quite sure if Logan was prey or pack, rival or mate. Ben acted like a wild cat that hunted for the thrill. Logan knew that as long as Ben was focused on him, he stood little chance, but maybe everyone else did. The trick would be to hold his interest enough until someone could stop Ben. Logan thought that someone would probably not be him.

He heard a slight whistling followed by, “Come out come out…wherever you are,” Ben’s voice echoed in the corridor. “Or little Miss Caroline here will get to visit our Lady very, very soon.”

Logan froze. Then he heard the sound of a woman crying followed by a weak, halting voice…”Please…ple..ase…I don’t want…he’s going to kill me!” she shouted breathlessly.

“You heard the lady. I’m going to kill her unless you come out to play. Of course, I might kill her anyways,” he said with a laugh.

Logan heard the sounds of a struggle and opened the door. “NO!!”

Ben stood about 20 feet away with a petite woman held in his grip. She was wearing a hospital issued nightgown so was obviously a patient. Logan wasn’t sure where Ben had found her but it didn’t matter. She looked wan and frail, her long dull brown hair hung in her face as he held her wrist in a fierce grip.

“Wait – don’t,” Logan said, swallowing his fear. ‘Keep his focus on me,’ he thought to himself. “I’m…here. Let her go.”

Ben looked at the room where Logan had come from. “Smart. No wonder I couldn’t quite figure out where you went.”

“Lot of good it did,” Logan snorted sarcastically.

Logan’s attitude actually seemed to please Ben as he smiled at him and nodded. “Miss Caroline will think so. I’m impressed by your quick thinking so I’ll reward you by letting her live.”

She was sobbing. Logan could see her arm was broken. Ben probably hadn’t even realized he had done it. He wasn’t even looking at her.

“Thank you. Just let her go. You’re hurting her.”

Ben looked down and examined the creature in his grasp. “Oh – I broke her wing. Oops.” He dropped her to the floor but pointed the gun at her head.

Logan looked at her. “Don’t move. It’ll be okay – just stay calm,” he said reassuringly. He knew if she tried to run, Ben would kill her. Her only chance was to not move a muscle and let Logan lead Ben away.

“Now – speaking of broken, I want to see just how broken you are, Logan.”

“What do you mean,” Logan asked.

“Well – it’s not really a fair chase if you have that metal frame on.”

“Fair? I’m just an Ordinary, aren’t I? It’s the only thing that would remotely make this fair,” Logan said hoping Ben would prefer the thrill of a hunt with someone more his equal.

“You’re anything but ordinary, Logan,” Ben said walking closer to him, dragging Caroline behind him by the neckline of her gown. “You don’t smell ordinary,” He sniffed at Logan’s neck. “You don’t taste ordinary,” Ben licked a path up the side of Logan’s face. He dropped the girl and grabbed Logan’s jaw staring intently into his eyes, “And I’ve finally remember where I’ve seen your eyes before. Of course, this is not a hack and I certainly plan to make it last more than 60 seconds.”

Logan took a sharp inhale as Ben studied his face. He couldn’t quite fathom how Ben recognized his “Eyes Only” identity. And whether that changed the ‘game’ for Ben.

Ben released him and stepped back a couple of feet. He pointed the gun at the girl lying on the floor.

“Now...strip or I put a bullet in her.”
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