Part 29 (1/2)

”My dear,” Ballard said, sounding annoyed, ”this is not going well. You're going to need to stop that if you want me to continue. Perhaps if you calmed down a bit, we could chat, you could tell me about what you used to do ... and then we can-”

”You're a long way from stem cell research, aren't you, Ballard?” Lou said, unable to wait any longer.

The doctor spun and paused when he saw the old man standing there. ”Who the h.e.l.l are you?” He had a pistol in his hand before Lou could blink.

”I remember your picture from when it was on Time Time,” Lou said casually. ”But I never thought I'd meet you in real life. I figured you'd died with everyone else back during the h.e.l.l of two thousand ten.”

”Who are you?” Ballard asked again, and he c.o.c.ked the gun.

”It's not important. But I'm quite curious about what you're doing here. It doesn't look like you're taking the Hippocratic oath very seriously, Lester.”

”Put your gun over there, and move slowly and carefully to that wall.” Ballard didn't seem to be interested in conversation-at least with Lou. ”You're interrupting a very important process and I don't have time to waste.”

Lou moved slowly to place the gun where directed, relieved that the position Ballard pointed him to was on the wall opposite where Theo would appear. If he could keep him distracted, Theo would have the opportunity to slip in behind.

Gun. He thought the message hard and sharp to his twin as he took his place near the wall. The gun still aimed at him with a steady hand, Ballard approached and clipped a wrist restraint over Lou. Meanwhile, the woman had been coughing and choking more violently, causing Ballard to keep looking over at her. He thought the message hard and sharp to his twin as he took his place near the wall. The gun still aimed at him with a steady hand, Ballard approached and clipped a wrist restraint over Lou. Meanwhile, the woman had been coughing and choking more violently, causing Ballard to keep looking over at her.

”I'll deal with you in a minute,” he told Lou, hurrying back to the woman. ”This is not going well.”

”What are you doing?” Lou asked. ”Reviving her?”

Ballard had moved over to the table with the utensils on it and rested his pistol there, well on the other side and out of Lou's reach. ”In a manner of speaking. They don't usually react this strongly so quickly after being retrieved. She must be of weak const.i.tution. But ...” His voice trailed off as he became engrossed in selecting a huge hypodermic needle from the line-up on the end of the table near Lou.

Theo. Hurry up!

”Now, my dear,” Ballard said, projecting his voice toward the woman, ”if you would just calm yourself-perhaps answer a few questions-then you wouldn't be in such distress. Can you remember what it was you used to do before this all happened?”

Lou watched as the doctor moved with spare efficiency: testing the needle, priming it with the liquid in the small dish, and then carefully selecting one of the orange crystals and inserting it into the needle's cannula, where it floated in the liquid inside. Oh, that can't be good. Oh, that can't be good.

The crystal glowed and the doctor turned back to his patient, who seemed to have begun to wither and wrinkle as time went on. The whole process reminded Lou of a sea creature being removed from the ocean and shrinking and drying up ... trying to breathe, gasping for air.

”What are you doing?” he asked again, at the same time as he thought Theo! Theo!

The fact that neither of them answered gave Lou a bad, bad feeling.

The woman seemed to have tried to respond to the doctor's last question, but her answer came out more like a gasp or sigh than anything else.

”What was that?” the physician leaned closer in an attempt to hear. ”A teacher? Is that- No? An officer? Oh, a police police officer. I see.” He moved toward the top of the woman's head and palpated the crown of her skull with his thumb as she tried to s.h.i.+ft and struggle in the restraints. ”That's too bad,” he murmured, holding the needle up and eyeing it, and then with a studied movement, as Lou watched in silent horror, he shoved the four-inch needle into the woman's skull and pushed the plunger home. officer. I see.” He moved toward the top of the woman's head and palpated the crown of her skull with his thumb as she tried to s.h.i.+ft and struggle in the restraints. ”That's too bad,” he murmured, holding the needle up and eyeing it, and then with a studied movement, as Lou watched in silent horror, he shoved the four-inch needle into the woman's skull and pushed the plunger home.

She screamed and writhed, coughing and choking, her eyes wide with torture. Lou flew into action, struggling at his own binding, trying to find a way to unlatch the cuff around his wrist.

”My G.o.d, what are you doing to her?” he demanded as Ballard removed the needle, smiling in approval.

”Watch,” the doctor replied.

As if Lou could turn his eyes away.

Just then, the door behind Ballard cracked open. Thank G.o.d. What the h.e.l.l took you so long? Thank G.o.d. What the h.e.l.l took you so long?

You said ten minutes.

That was the longest f.u.c.king ten minutes I've ever lived through. Lou kept his eyes away from the door. Lou kept his eyes away from the door.

Theo slipped through the opening, silent as a cat, and Lou saw his attention go to the woman on the table. He s.h.i.+fted, purposely clanking his restraint, so that his brother would see that he was limited in range and mobility. But ... his eyes lit on the table next to him. He might be able to reach one or two of the needles.

They didn't need to meet eyes; the mental bond was there. Lou knew when Theo was ready to move, and he prepared himself.

They both went into action at the same time: Theo leaping from behind, something long and flexible in his hands, and Lou kicking out with his foot toward the table. He hooked it and yanked it toward him as Theo lunged toward the doctor, slipping the hose around his neck from behind.

Taken completely by surprise, as he'd been engrossed in watching his patient, Ballard dropped the needle and reached up to grab at the tube cutting into his throat. Lou scrambled, trying to reach for something on the rocking table as it spilled needles and crystals all over the floor.

Ballard was shrieking silently and ineffectively, and Theo was doing his best to swing him around by the neck and keep him off balance. The Elite were superhumanly strong, as well as being immortal, and Lou knew his brother was going to have to rely on momentum and surprise to best him.

He managed to snag two needles, bending to scoop them up. My G.o.d, these are f.u.c.king huge. My G.o.d, these are f.u.c.king huge. It was like shoving a straw into someone's brain. Lou glanced at the victim on the table and saw that her skin had begun to turn gray ... and she seemed to be changing. Stretching, growing, elongating. It was like shoving a straw into someone's brain. Lou glanced at the victim on the table and saw that her skin had begun to turn gray ... and she seemed to be changing. Stretching, growing, elongating.

G.o.d in heaven.

Theo looked at Lou and swung the doctor hard to the side, cras.h.i.+ng his head into the wall, and then using the momentum to whip around and do it again. They were working their way toward Lou and he knew what he'd have to do.

Scalpel. He looked at the instruments all over the floor and spotted one of the surgical knives. It was ... just ... in ... reach ... He looked at the instruments all over the floor and spotted one of the surgical knives. It was ... just ... in ... reach ...

He knelt, aware of the flailing, kicking feet of his brother and the man he was trying to subdue, managed to avoid a shoe in the face but got one in the arm, and grabbed the scalpel.

” 'Bout time,” Theo grunted, and shoved the man toward Lou.

With his free hand, Lou grabbed the white lab coat, trying to determine which side the crystal was on.

Ballard had slowed, his struggles getting weaker, his breath wheezing. Too bad being strangled won't kill him- Too bad being strangled won't kill him-A leg whipped out and caught at Lou, who nearly dropped the knife.

”f.u.c.k,” Theo muttered between clenched teeth. ”Hurry the f.u.c.k ... up!”

Lou grasped the scalpel and yanked again at the lab coat as Theo swung the guy around once more. The flash of a glow caught his eye and he knew where to go.

With a cry of effort, he sliced down with the scalpel, dragging it through fabric and skin.

Theo felt Ballard jerk as Lou's knife finally sliced into him. He held on to the tubing around the doctor's throat, trying not to be distracted by the woman on the table, who seemed to be writhing and fighting off some sort of demon.

Three more times he had to swing the doctor around in front of Lou, who stabbed at each go around. His arms screamed with tension and effort, fighting against the strong, agile man. Finally, the physician's knees gave out and he slumped to the floor. Theo followed him, tearing away the cut-up coat and s.h.i.+rt and finding the crystal embedded in his skin, just below the collarbone.

It was hanging by a thread, like a f.u.c.king loose tooth, and he yanked it free.

Ballard screamed as the tube around his neck came undone and the crystal was pulled from where it was rooted in his muscles, skin, throughout. Long tentacles came with the pale blue gem, and Theo stumbled back, holding it in his hand, collapsing on the floor in exhaustion.

His arms trembled, aching from holding the b.a.s.t.a.r.d for so long. The crystal felt warm, and it was slick with blood and mucus; long tendrils that looked like delicate fiber-optic cables trailed from it.

Ballard gave one last heave, and his eyes went blank. And then, as Lou and Theo watched, he began to shrivel into himself, as if drying under the sun like a grape into a raisin. Soon, there was nothing left but skin and bones-dry, brittle, brown, and old.