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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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Chapter 6 – Caught in the Teeth

Alec was panicked. There was a long checkpoint to get out of the first sector. It was almost an hour since the call. He had to get across this sector and into the next. That would take another half hour. He hoped to hell that Logan had found somewhere really good to hide. He’d never met his brother, but he had certainly heard the stories and they freaked the fuck out of him. Not only that, apparently Max hadn’t killed him which meant Manticore had gotten their hands back on Ben and who knew what shit they stuffed his head with.

Ben sounded as if he was on a hunt. Alec knew a few of the soldiers who were trained as hunters like he was trained as an assassin. They were messed up. Assassins were trained to be cool, smart, methodical, and unemotional in their missions but the Hunters were trained to track a scent and ruthlessly hunt – much like wild dogs or cats. They were vicious, single-minded and didn’t stop until their prey was caught and the things they did to the poor bastards when caught turned Alec’s stomach. Manticore kept Hunters for missions where they wanted messy, painful deaths or excruciating torture in the event death was not a desired outcome. Assassins were used for clean, orderly kills. Alec hoped the hell he was wrong but he had the distinct feeling that Logan was Ben’s prey.

He sped up at the mental picture of Logan’s belly caught between Ben’s teeth.

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Logan felt naked. Of course he was – but more naked without his exoskeleton on and still no glasses. He was more vulnerable than usual. He stood with his arms raised up in surrender. So far his legs felt as sturdy as he could hope for given the length of time since his last transfusion – which he suddenly remembered had come from Alec. He received regular transfusions every two weeks which generally kept him mobile but the beneficial effects tended to wear off as the cycle wore down. Unfortunately, they’d learned increasing the frequency would only increase the need creating a vicious circle like a drug addict. He’d learned to live with the general weakness and occasional failure his legs experienced on the last few days before the next transfusion. He hoped they’d hold out for him now.

Logan stood in the hall staring at Ben who seemed to be analyzing him. He was grateful the girl had closed her eyes.

“What game should we play now?” Ben asked.

“How about ‘let the girl go and we figure out how to get out of here’,” Logan suggested.

“That sounds awfully practical,” Ben snorted. “Who taught you how to play games?”

“Ben, it won’t be long before this floor is swarmed with soldiers and the police. Swat teams are probably outside already.” Logan had to keep him talking and get him out of the hospital and away from people.

“For a chemical spill? That is what they reported. I’ve even heard the news reports on the TV at the nurse’s station,” Ben said dismissively.

“They’ve probably figured out that there is no spill but the media wouldn’t be told that. The phones have been ringing for awhile and no one has answered. Odds are at least one person got off this floor as soon as they heard or saw the commotion and probably told someone that a patient had taken a hostage. Even if they think a chemical scare is real, they’ll just have the soldiers wear Haz mat suits to clear the scene before the Emergency workers arrive but those soldiers will be armed.”

“You don’t think I could take them?” Ben asked as if Logan’s opinion really mattered.

Logan wasn’t sure if he should stroke Ben’s ego or if honesty would piss him off. “Even X-5s die, Ben. All it takes are a few more bullets more accurately placed.”

“Honesty, I like that. You may be right. We should get moving.” Ben smiled as if they were boon companions on a heist together. “Lock the girl up in the cooler. I don’t need dead weight.”

“Ben, she’s sick. You can’t put her…”

“If the authorities are as close as you think, she won’t be there for long. Do it or I’ll just ice her here.” Logan hesitated. “I’ll even let you put a note on the door, how about that?” Ben offered.

Logan smiled weakly at the woman. “Come on..it’s safer for you this way.” She got up and walked quietly. Logan spied a gurney nearby. “Can I at least grab the blanket off that for her?”

“You really are a do-gooder aren’t you, Logan Cale?”

Logan winced remembering the many times Alec called him that. Ben really did know who he was – both as ‘Eyes Only’ and his real identity. That did not bode well for his future anonymity if Ben lived and went back to Manticore.

“Sure, why not?” Ben answered. “It’s not like she’s the one I’m interested anyways.” He smiled broadly at Logan.

Logan shivered at the implication. On the other hand – it meant he had the potential to get Ben way from other people.

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“I have it on good authority you already know I have hostages on this floor and that this is just not an accident,” Ben said into the phone.

Logan was handcuffed to the heavy gauge wire screening the nurse’s station. They were behind it and his arms were cuffed above him as he faced the corridor. Ben was standing behind him using the desk phone on speaker. Ben’s hips pressed Logan’s into the desk and his legs were kept apart by Ben’s in between them. He had been warned not to make any sounds. Not that Logan could have thought of anything to say that would help.

“What is your name?” came the calm, authoritative voice on the other end.

“How about you call me ‘Alec’?” Ben said.

Logan felt Ben’s hand stroke down his back. He tried not to squeak.

“Okay, Alec. What is it you want?”

“I want out – that’s all. Safe passage out of here. I don’t like hospitals. Get me a helicopter on the roof in an hour.”

“Okay. How many hostages do you have and is anyone hurt or dead?” the man asked.

“Is the number important?”

“Need to know what to expect,” he said.

“Logan, tell the man how many we have,” Ben grinned.

“You have a partner?” the man asked.

‘Damn…’ Logan thought. He had to let the man know he was not part of it but he knew Ben was testing him.

Logan cleared his throat, “Uh…there are at least five in the supply closet, one in the walk-in cooler and the patients locked into their rooms. They’re all okay,” he said without mentioning the ones who were dead. He hoped that counted before he added, “And myself,” Logan added, knowing it would set Ben off but he needed to let them know Ben was on his own.

He howled as sharp instrument stabbed him in the shoulder.

“Logan? Ben – Ben what have you done?” the man asked.

“Logan, how could you? I thought we were in this together,” Ben hissed in his ear. “You’re mine…You’re me…you’re her…you’re mine.” He twisted the instrument sharply and yanked it out. Logan felt blinding pain and warm blood on his skin. He felt Ben licking and biting at the wound. Logan tried to shake him off which just caused Ben to latch on harder. He froze as he felt the blade against his neck.

“Ben…Ben, don’t hurt him. You haven’t hurt anyone else yet – we can get you out of there peacefully.” The voice carried over the phone and finally seemed to get through to Ben.

He stopped biting Logan and snickered into Logan’s ear. “You are very smart.”

Ben released him and turned back to the phone. “He’ll be fine. What you should know is that in the last hour I have managed to gather all the necessary ingredients for a rather large explosion – oxygen tanks, nitroglycerin…you know the all ingredients are here. I will blow this facility to the sky if you don’t get that helicopter here.”

“You would die, too, Ben”, the man said.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Ben answered. He was back to stroking Logan’s chest and back possessively and licking his skin. “Not sure I would mind that much,” he added. “But your hostages would as would the folks of this fine city who would no longer have a working hospital.” Ben stopped talking to worry at the wound on Logan’s shoulder. Logan grimaced in pain as he felt Ben’s tongue delving inside the wound and widening it.

“You don’t want to do that,” the man said during the pause.

“Not really – but I would like you to evacuate all the other floors and remove all personnel from the stairways. No one should be in them.”

“Alec, we can get you out without the copter if that’s all you really want,” he said.

Ben stopped and continued his conversation. “Also, in case you were thinking of shooting the copter down – you should know I have this remotely wired to a dead man’s switch on my cell. I have no desire to blow this fine institution up. Just want out. So – evacuate folks, get a copter here and I’m gone. No harm done – Scout’s Honor,” Ben said as he traced the blade along surgical scar on Logan’s back from the bullet wound that left him paralyzed. Logan didn’t feel as much along it but he felt the blood oozing onto his skin. He wasn’t sure how wide or deep Ben was cutting.

The man on the line hummed and then said in a conciliatory tone, “B building was already evacuated. That began as soon as the Haz alarms went off for the fifth floor. The building was also locked down from the Lobby Gallery and C Building behind it. I will verify the stairwells are clear in five. You will have clear access to the roof.”

“In five then,” Ben hung the phone up.

“You haven’t really built a bomb, have you?” Logan asked, deeply concerned.

“No – but they don’t know that. I certainly could if needed – but all I need is that they believe I did,” Ben answered.

Logan felt relieved. “Don’t go directly to the roof, Ben,” he whispered. “SWAT will be waiting. They won’t believe you about the remote trigger,” Logan said not knowing why he was saying it except that for everything Ben had done – he wasn’t sure he was in control since this all seemed to start with the IV the nurse had administered. Besides, Max would want to deal with him herself.

“Thanks, genius. I am a trained soldier. I know a vulnerable spot when I see it,” Ben said but Logan’s statement caused Ben to relax a bit. Logan saw him set a pair of bloody scissors on the desk. “I do think they’d rather let me go then risk losing the only hospital in town. As far as they know, I’ve hurt no one except possibly you. But they won’t care that much – one person in exchange for a hospital? They’ll think that’s a good deal, particularly since they don’t know who you are.”

Logan turned his head to face Ben. “Oh…” Logan realized they were right. If they thought the likeliest way to save the hospital was to acquiesce to Ben’s terms, they’d do it. Logan would be a fair price.

“But…see now I know you are mine.”

Logan quivered. Maybe he had made the wrong decision.

“I’m already inside you.” Ben growled as he licked more blood off of Logan’s shoulder. He began biting at the wound. “Now – what can we do with five minutes?”

Logan winced as Ben bit deeply into his shoulder and clawed his way along his sides. Logan would feel blood well up in the shallow wounds and Ben would lick it off.

Logan couldn’t quite understand Ben’s fascination with his blood. Unbidden, Ben’s comment replayed in his head, “My blood – her blood – your blood” and it hit him. Max was his most regular donor but she could only give once a month. Alec and Joshua were probably the next two who offered most often but they were probably once every two to three months. Logan hated asking for it more frequently. That’s probably what Ben was picking up on - the mix of the more frequent donations from Max with the more recent on of Alec lacing Logan’s blood. And Alec would be the same as Ben’s. No wonder Ben’s senses were so fucked up.

Ben bit deeper and harder causing Logan to yelp. He felt Ben growing hard behind him against his naked skin as Ben began slowly humping him.

“I know a game we can play in five minutes,” Ben whispered as he reached up to uncuff Logan. He spun him around and pressed him against the desk.

Logan was sure Ben was going to take him on this desk. He couldn’t face it. He couldn’t be raped.

With his arms now free, he grabbed the nearest, heaviest object he could find and hit Ben across the temple with hit. Ben staggered sideways and Logan ran.

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Ben looked up to see Logan tearing down the halls but he could see a decided weakness on the left side. His prey’s legs were beginning to fail.

And this was the game he wanted to play: ‘Catch and Release and Catch again.’ When his prey finally gave up and gave in, Ben would be satisfied – but for now he loved the hunt. He licked Logan’s blood clean off his teeth. ‘Delicious.’
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