She tried to speak, but could form no words
as she stared at him, the papers she carried falling forgotten to the floor.
“Hello sis.”
“H ..H..how ?”
She finally managed, still standing unmoved.
“He’s one of them,” Karen said, looking
between them, pale and obviously frightened.
It was then Thorn noticed the peeking
fangs and amber color to his eyes. Could It be
possible that Thomas was the unknown subject from the first of Dr. Hough’s
little experiments? It was the only explanation that fit.
“What are you doing here?” Thorn
asked as Karen began to ease back toward a call box.
“I’m here for you,” Thomas said as he
shot his hand out and seized Karen by the neck, lifting her completely off the
floor. “I have big plans for our family.”
Thorn leapt forward, attempting to
pull his arm down as Karen struggled to get free as he continued to squeeze her
neck until the woman began turning blue.
“Let her go. You’re hurting her,
Thomas.” Thorn pleaded as he pushed her away with his free hand and laughed.
“Why Thorn? She’s nothing but another sheep,” he
chuckled.
“I said let her go!” Thorn screeched , throwing a hard kick into the back of his knee, knowing
her friend couldn't survive much longer if she failed to act.
Thomas tossed Karen against the wall
as Thorn's foot connected and his knee buckled slightly, not adequate to bring
him down but obviously enough to get his attention. Thorn considered making a
run for it, however that would leave an unconscious Karen unprotected and
despite his current state, she still couldn't come to grips with her brother
being anything other than the man she’d known.
“Nice to know you still have some
spunk,” Thomas growled as he slapped her so hard she flew backward, skidding
across the tile. “Though I must say your manners suck.”
Thorn stared up at the man she’d once
known. He might look and sound like Thomas but he wasn't her brother any longer. The man
she’d known would never act in such a way. This was wrong, he was wrong and for
the first time in her life, she feared him. Panic gripped her and Thorn looked
about wildly for anything she could use as a weapon against him.
“What’s wrong, sis? You don’t seem
happy to have me back,” Thomas snarled, stalking toward her, an evil grin
twisting his pale, thin lips.
****
John ran as fast as his beast could, flashing through the halls with Hark and Bell close behind, a
mixture of panic and rage driving him forward. He had to find Thorn. They’d
left Beamer a broken, bloody mess locked into one of the specimen holding
cells. The asshole was lucky the kid had kept him or Hark from killing his
sorry ass once they discover the bastard was playing both sides. To think one
of their own, along with the doctor, had let Thomas inside was unbelievable.
Then again, the knowledge that his former best friend was now the enemy he
hunted wasn’t any easier to swallow.
The sound of Thorn's frightened
scream filled the air, nearly causing his beast to break free of the thin
thread of control he held. John needed to reach her, his sanity depended on it.
Reaching the last door way, he pounded the pass code into the small key board
as both his companions looked at the door blocking their way as though at his
word hey would tear it away. Sucking in a breath, he stared at the chaos
revealed when the door opened.
Thorn was nowhere in sight, only a
semiconscious Karen who leaned against the wall, large welting finger marks
visible on the pale flesh of her neck. Papers and images lay strewn about the
floor, photos of Thorn sitting in her car outside a club where she’d watched
him, ones through the windows of her home, and even one taken at Arlington.
They’d been watching her, planning this.
Bell moved to Karen’s side gently
helping her to sit up as John focused on the next door. Evidently, Thomas knew
they would try to follow. He’d managed to destroy the control box, blocking
their
as she stared at him, the papers she carried falling forgotten to the floor.
“Hello sis.”
“H ..H..how ?”
She finally managed, still standing unmoved.
“He’s one of them,” Karen said, looking
between them, pale and obviously frightened.
It was then Thorn noticed the peeking
fangs and amber color to his eyes. Could It be
possible that Thomas was the unknown subject from the first of Dr. Hough’s
little experiments? It was the only explanation that fit.
“What are you doing here?” Thorn
asked as Karen began to ease back toward a call box.
“I’m here for you,” Thomas said as he
shot his hand out and seized Karen by the neck, lifting her completely off the
floor. “I have big plans for our family.”
Thorn leapt forward, attempting to
pull his arm down as Karen struggled to get free as he continued to squeeze her
neck until the woman began turning blue.
“Let her go. You’re hurting her,
Thomas.” Thorn pleaded as he pushed her away with his free hand and laughed.
“Why Thorn? She’s nothing but another sheep,” he
chuckled.
“I said let her go!” Thorn screeched , throwing a hard kick into the back of his knee, knowing
her friend couldn't survive much longer if she failed to act.
Thomas tossed Karen against the wall
as Thorn's foot connected and his knee buckled slightly, not adequate to bring
him down but obviously enough to get his attention. Thorn considered making a
run for it, however that would leave an unconscious Karen unprotected and
despite his current state, she still couldn't come to grips with her brother
being anything other than the man she’d known.
“Nice to know you still have some
spunk,” Thomas growled as he slapped her so hard she flew backward, skidding
across the tile. “Though I must say your manners suck.”
Thorn stared up at the man she’d once
known. He might look and sound like Thomas but he wasn't her brother any longer. The man
she’d known would never act in such a way. This was wrong, he was wrong and for
the first time in her life, she feared him. Panic gripped her and Thorn looked
about wildly for anything she could use as a weapon against him.
“What’s wrong, sis? You don’t seem
happy to have me back,” Thomas snarled, stalking toward her, an evil grin
twisting his pale, thin lips.
****
John ran as fast as his beast could, flashing through the halls with Hark and Bell close behind, a
mixture of panic and rage driving him forward. He had to find Thorn. They’d
left Beamer a broken, bloody mess locked into one of the specimen holding
cells. The asshole was lucky the kid had kept him or Hark from killing his
sorry ass once they discover the bastard was playing both sides. To think one
of their own, along with the doctor, had let Thomas inside was unbelievable.
Then again, the knowledge that his former best friend was now the enemy he
hunted wasn’t any easier to swallow.
The sound of Thorn's frightened
scream filled the air, nearly causing his beast to break free of the thin
thread of control he held. John needed to reach her, his sanity depended on it.
Reaching the last door way, he pounded the pass code into the small key board
as both his companions looked at the door blocking their way as though at his
word hey would tear it away. Sucking in a breath, he stared at the chaos
revealed when the door opened.
Thorn was nowhere in sight, only a
semiconscious Karen who leaned against the wall, large welting finger marks
visible on the pale flesh of her neck. Papers and images lay strewn about the
floor, photos of Thorn sitting in her car outside a club where she’d watched
him, ones through the windows of her home, and even one taken at Arlington.
They’d been watching her, planning this.
Bell moved to Karen’s side gently
helping her to sit up as John focused on the next door. Evidently, Thomas knew
they would try to follow. He’d managed to destroy the control box, blocking
their
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