Jim Moore ♕ Professor J. Moriarty (oweyouafall) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-04-21 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | jim moore, matthias graves |
Who: Jim Moore and Matthias Graves
What: They finally find a vaccine that works, and Matthias comes back to life. Sort of.
Where: A secure, offsite facility for Jim's private use
When: Friday, April 21; evening.
Warnings: Dead people. Mad science. Intense evil love. Technically references to necrophilia, if you want to get picky about it, their love just defies death.
Jim had been waiting a long time for this day to come. Three months and some change, that is if you were only counting the time he'd been waiting since November, when Matthias had dug his way out of his own grave, undead and ravenous for human flesh. Even longer, if you're counting the time before that, between when Matthias had officially breathed his last breath and the night that Jim had come to his burial site to wait for him. It had been a little over a month, between those two points, and in that time alone Jim had already felt like he'd spent too long without him. That he couldn't possibly wait one day longer for the night that Matthias had told him about, the night he had been given instructions to come to this exact grave. To wait for Matthias to claw his way out from under the earth, so Jim could cut his life short a second time. For the final time.
At least, that's what Jim had promised him. If you knew Jim at all, you knew that he wasn't always one to keep his promises. In fact, almost rarely. Maybe even Matthias had known that, had known at the time that he'd delivered his last request to Jim, that there was every chance he wouldn't fulfill his end of the bargain. Not exactly. If he had known, or at least suspected, Matthias hadn't said anything. He wouldn't have. But Jim's reasons for not keeping this particular promise were also not particularly in line with why he usually went back on his word, double crossed someone, or otherwise screwed someone over for his own benefit. This wasn't like that. He wasn't ignoring Matthias's request to make sure he stayed in the ground because Jim had anything to gain from it personally, other than the fact that selfishly, he was no more willing to let Matthias go now than he had been on the last day Matthias had been alive.
He would never admit such a thing to anyone else, of course, unless they were ready for that to be the last thing they ever heard. Jim wasn't a man who would ever readily admit to something as human as weakness, but he could no longer deny to himself that Matthias was exactly that to him. A weakness. And not one that he wanted to eagerly shed. No, when it came to Matthias, Jim was more intent on keeping him around as long as possible, no matter in what form. Alive, dead, or somewhere in between. The simple fact was, when Jim thought of Matthias, his Matthias, rotting away underground? Just that thought alone was enough to send Jim into a tailspin of unchecked rage. He couldn't accept it. But he was willing to accept the consequences of betraying Matthias's trust, even if he was angry with him, if it meant getting him back.
So far, they hadn't had much luck. After that night, the night Jim had watched with a morbid fascination as Matthias fought his way above ground, all sickly pale skin and gnashing teeth, those of Jim's men that were left after Matthias had his first meal managed to transport him to a private facility that Jim kept hidden from the Resistance, specifically for this kind of thing. As invested as he was in the organization and the respect he held for Robert, there were still going to be some things he'd prefer to keep to himself, this included. Until they figured out what Matthias needed to retain some sentience, Jim would rather no one else knew that he was even back from the dead, figuratively speaking. Less messy, that way. No one knew, not even Lucien, no one outside of Jim and the specially trained chemists that he'd brought in specifically to figure out whatever this chemical was Matthias described that he would need to stay less rabid. And of course, they'd all been threatened within an inch of their lives regarding confidentiality.
It felt like all he had been doing lately was waiting. Waiting for Matthias to come back from the edge of death. Waiting for these quacks in labcoats to come up with the magic sequence that would produce the correct formula needed to bring his Matthias back to him, as much as was even possible in his condition. At the very least, Jim understood that it would mean Matthias would regain the very human function to speak. Right now it was just a lot of monosyllabic growls and snarling where he was separated by a thick wall of glass, locked in a secure room for these last three months while countless men in coats risked their lives to stick Matthias with needles in the hopes that their latest concoction would finally be the one that did the trick.
Though it wasn't completely clear what was more dangerous to them, the undead monster foaming at the mouth or the very living monster who often got fed up with the failed attempts and had some of the unlucky fools killed for their troubles. In Jim's defense, he'd more or less been isolating himself from most human contact for the last few months, his already lackluster people skills weren't exactly up to par. In fact, they were worse than ever. Already agitated, Jim stood on the other side of the glass from his beloved while a group of nervous looking chemists went into Matthias's holding cell along with a few men armed with high voltage stun guns, in case Matthias tried to take a bite out of them while they performed their latest trial run. Jim was already preparing himself for another failure, mentally ticking off which of the self-proclaimed 'scientists' he was going to kill next when he spoke into the intercom with gritted teeth. "Begin."