Who: Peyton, Lyle, Dante and Godric
What: The Rescue... CONTINUED!!
Where: Roswell, NM
When: super early Saturday morning (after 1ish)
Rating: PG 13
Lyle walked a few paces behind Dante, a hand covering his mouth, eyes fixed on Jack's limp, muscular body slung easily over the other man's shoulders. This was too surreal. Dante was just carrying him around like he was weightless, like the dead body was nothing at all. A sack of flour. Five minutes ago that man had been alive and angry and dangerous, and now he was just... dead. Lyle watched Jack's head bob with each step Dante took, the wooden stake in his eye jutting out menacingly. It would not have suprised the young vampire in the least if the madman suddenly jerked back to life and lunged for him, massive hands outstretched and ready to kill.
"Where the fuck're we going?" Dante asked back over his shoulder. He was supposed to be finding some kind of lab. This guy Jack Billings was a psychopath, both by story and firsthand testimony. Dante might've liked the guy if he hadn't been deadset on killing people that Dante wasn't quite willing to be dead. And although he had only known the guy a few minutes, and had only heard him talking in a businesslike, annoyed tone, Dante had gathered that the guy was like a mad scientist, or a villain from a comic book. And as such, his laboratory would be impossible to find.
"Uh... I-I dunno," Lyle admitted hesitantly. He had been in the house before, but only in the front rooms. Paige had been more than willing to allow him access, but she didn't think he needed to peek into the laboratory, and Jack had tossed him and Grid out before they'd made it past the bathroom. "But I think it's on the west side, cuz I didn't get to go to that end."
"Hm," Dante grunted in reply, taking a turn down a boring looking hallway. There was a blinking light at the end of it, probably some kind of security something, which was promising. Sure enough, the door was just a plain looking door (locked of course) with a rectangular blue screen beside it the size of a small photo frame and a dark glossy dome above it. Palm and retinal scanner. Letting Jack's body drop to the floor, Dante growled a little, furrowing his brow. Thankfully he'd only stabbed out the one eye. "Grab his hand and put it on the scanner," he instructed gruffly, grabbing the sides of the corpse's head and lifting him up bu the neck. Jack's shoulders sagged, his thick neck stretched and straining from the weight.
Lyle stood still, just staring. "I... hafta..."
"Grab his fuckin' hand!" Dante snapped. "You wanna get short stack, we gotta get in the damn place first."
Swallowing, Lyle bent and grabbed Jack's wrist gingerly, his arm heavier than he'd expected. "I was... I was going to do it," he said softly, letting the dead man's hand drop on the scanner. A yellow line skimmed up the blue box, then down, while Lyle struggled to keep it flat on the panel. "Kill him, I mean. I was going to. I had it planned out, what I was gonna do, how I would... I knew I had to, and I thought I could talk myself into it. I thought I could do it. I knew
I could do it because I had to." Once the scan completed, he let the hand drop, wiping his own hand on his jeans.
Arms shaking a little from the strain of keeping Jack's body upright, Dante rested the guy's jaw against his shoulder, one arm keeping him in a headlock while the other held the undamaged eye open. The retinal scan wasn't as obvious as the palm scan. No red lasers came out like in movies, it was just a bright light and them a small buzz as the door before them slid open. Both men walked inside, moving slowly, unsure as to what would be awaiting them. Dante felt he had been right- this guy was a comic book villain. There was impressive equipment all over, tubes and machines and tables and vials and books scattered everywhere. And laying on a steel table in the middle of the room, tubes coming out of every limb, was Peyton. Lyle rushed over to her side, speechless. She looked so pale, and so small, and her head was shaved. All he beautiful hair was gone. Electrodes were stuck all over her too, her temples and chest and shoulders. "Start peelin' those off," Dante instructed, looking over the various fluids being pumped into the girl. He knew what these were. He had seem them in Roger, right before the operation. A feeding tube, saline drip for hydration, some kind of drug to keep her knocked out. Swallowing, Dante took hold of a tube and pulled.
Lyle's eyes widened in fear. "What're you-"
"I know what I'm doing," Dante snapped tersely. He really hoped he did. ( Peyton had been stuck in one long ass dream. )