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Wirtjr	Dec 23 2008, 12:52 PM
The Train Conductor to Hell Posts: 4,665 Group: Judge Member #1,057 Joined: January 12, 2007	Updated early due to Christmas __ Chapter Five: He was dreaming again. He seemed to be doing that a lot. Caleb dreamt of a pyramid steeped in blood. Hundreds of bodies were spread along the base of the pyramid. All of their blood rained down onto the ground in a tsunami. But it seemed that no matter how much landed on the ground it didn’t pool and flood over the pyramid. Caleb stared at the pyramid, but it wasn’t the bodies or the blood that scared him. The entire structure, seemingly the entire world, was overshadowed by a great shadow. It was seemingly man shaped, but at the same time it was monstrous. It had a sinister air about it. The shadow seemed to be drawing energy from its surroundings and gaining more power from it. It drew strength from death. Caleb watched as a manifestation of himself walked up to the pyramid. The shadow drew back as if it were afraid of him. But moments before Caleb reached the entrance of the pyramid, the shadows rose up and condensed itself into an apparently physical form. The shadow was much taller than Caleb, and much more stalwartly built. The shadow stood its ground against Caleb. But before he got to see the outcome of the conflict, he felt something slap against his face. “Wake up!” Hissed a cold feminine voice in his ear. “GODDAMN IT WAKE UP!” The hand whacked him again and he flailed his arms in the air for a moment before jerking to a sitting position. The room he was in was very dark, but he could make out scant details of it. From the smell of it he could tell it was a very cheap room. He also thought he could feel bugs crawling up his legs. He looked at the woman who was slapping him, and he just froze. It was that woman. The one who denounced him a freak… Did he just use the word “denounce” in a sentence? Caleb mentally slapped himself. Argue with yourself about grammar later. Right now talk to the bitch that’s been slapping the shit out of you. “Why am I here?” He growled. He stood up and towered over her. She wasn’t an extremely tall woman. So it wasn’t really that hard to do. “I saved your life you ungrateful freak.” She snarled. “One good turn deserves another.” She took a piece of paper out of her pocket. “Speaking of which, here’s your bill.” Caleb stared at her for a second, and then grabbed the piece of paper. “Six thousand dollars?” He choked out, “I didn’t ask you to save me. And also why should I pay you for saving my life?” “I wasted several bullets on those things.” She said softly. “That also covers the gun you melted. That one was expensive.” Caleb stared at her incredulously. She was serious. She actually expected him to pay her for doing a good deed. He shook his head, “I don’t have that kind of money. Even if I did, I still wouldn’t pay you.” Caleb grabbed her hand as she lashed out to punch him. He applied some pressure on her wrist and held her at bay. “And I’ve also had enough punching for one day.” Which was true. Those things had punched and kicked the hell out of him. It was a miracle none of his bones were broken. “Let go of me, freak,” she snarled. “Because unless you want me to rip that hand off and sell it back to you, it’s probably in your best interest to let go.” Caleb looked the woman in the eyes. She scared him slightly, if truth was told. But if he had learned anything since waking up in the dumpster, it was that he could be scary too. And more than a little insane. “Is it wise to threaten a freak?” He murmured. “Remember what I did to the guys chasing you.” She snorted, “Yeah, and look at what they did to you in return. If you could use effectively, they wouldn’t have gotten up and started kicking the shit out of you.” “Maybe it was all part of an elaborate ruse to get you to come back so I could deal with you for the insult,” Caleb bluffed. It wasn’t a convincing bluff, not even close to one, but he was just stalling until that sensation kicked back in. He had to figure out some way to control it! And as Caleb suspected, she wasn’t convinced in the least. She thumbed back the hammer of the gun, and continued staring at him. “I’ll give you until the count of three. Figure out some way to pay me. One.” Caleb closed his eyes and tried to create the sensation again. “No,” he grunted. “Two.” “No!” He grunted again. He could feel a tiny twitch inside of him. “Three.” “NO!” He howled. The sensation came as if called. The writhing feeling throughout his body became stronger than he had felt it previously. It appeared that this power would come into action if there was a powerful enough emotion to drive it… Be it rage, fear, anxiety… It didn’t matter so long as the emotion was strong enough. And right now he had plenty of rage. The woman had a quick trigger finger, but not even bullets were quicker than thought. He imagined the bullet in his mind, and as the bullet shot out of the pistol it broke down into little grains of material. The grains were no bigger than a tiny bit of sand, and he didn’t even feel it when they smacked into his chest. And as the sensation started growing stronger, and with it his rational part of the mind growing weaker, all hell broke loose. Police sirens erupted through the quiet and placid background noise, and there were flashes of light pointed at the windows and doors. “Caleb Darquin, Helen DeGardi, you two are hereby under arrest. Come out with your hands up, or we will come in there and take you down forcibly!” A voice shouted from outside the room. What the hell? Why were the police after him? He didn’t do anything. He wasn’t all that surprised they wanted that bitch. She seemed like that type of violent sociopath. The ones who couldn’t stay under the radar and attracted a whole lot of bad attention from the police wherever they went. “You have one minute!” The voice shouted again, “If you do not come out with your hands up, we will break down that door!” Well they can try… Caleb thought darkly. His serpentine feeling had not faded away yet, and was in fact reinforced by the jolt of fear the police just gave him. The woman seemed to be stunned in fear… She didn’t seem to know which was the lesser of two evils… Being arrested, or being in the room with an insane freak. Caleb ran to the door and placed his hand on it. He didn’t know why. While he may have been in complete control of his body, he was not in control of his impulses. Something inside of him, his power perhaps, told him that it would be in his best interest to move like that. As he touched his hand to the door, the door shuddered. The cheap wooden door slowly dissolved, and faded away to reveal a door of shining silver steel. He walked to the windows next and ran his hands against them. Though nothing appeared to have changed, Caleb was almost positive it became stronger. He ran on his impulses and ran to the nightstand by the bed. “Don’t just stand there like a dead hooker, get ready to get out of here!” He snarled at… They said her name was Helen DeGardi, so he guessed that’s what he’d call her too. “We’re going to have to work together if we’re going to not get arrested!” The woman snapped out of whatever was wrong with her, and gave a rigid nod. He gave a tiny nod of his own and reached inside of the drawer of the nightstand. There was a bible lying unopened in there. Caleb sighed and brushed his hand against it as well. He felt it change as he rushed back to the newly metal door. By the time he placed it on the ground, its paper changed into metal, and now looked similar to a car battery… Complete with jumper cables. He attached the cables to the knob of the door, and retreated backwards. That’d hold them back for a while. They had about fifteen seconds left before they began trying to break down the door. Caleb brushed his hands over the beds and then he ran and grabbed Helen by the arm. “Keep a hold of me.” He warned her. Before she had a chance to reply, he jerked her away and sprinted into the bathroom wall. The sensation was starting to fade away, but it lasted long enough for him to pull them both through the wall like it was just a veil of mist. A split second before they escaped the room, he heard the police officer shout, “Alright, we’re coming in!” But that was all he heard before they were in the south parking lot of the hotel. There was a lone car parked there. Caleb glanced at Helen, “You thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked wearily. It took all of his remaining energy to stand up straight. Helen nodded silently. Caleb watched as the mercenary subtly broke into the car. Caleb had to admit that she was impressive. She didn’t even trigger the car’s alarm. Within moments, they were rocketing away from the hotel. The sensation vanished immediately and he became too exhausted to stay conscious. Before he passed out, he heard himself say, “I’ll pay you.” But then consciousness vanished, and he passed out again. Jason bursted out laughing as Jacob fell to the ground without so much as a cry. The minute he touched the door, he was electrocuted instantly. There was the occasional twitch, but he’d be out for the rest of the night… Hopefully. “Bring out the rams!” Harris Bey shouted. Moments later two police officers came charging at the door with their battering rams. “Break the windows too!” He ordered. Police officers ran up to the windows and smashed their rifles against the windows. They grunted and realized that the windows were shatterproof. “Damn, Helen was prepared this time…” Harris murmured. Soon the door was however knocked down. “Move move move!” He shouted. Jason watched as Jacob actually stirred and got up. Jason was actually surprised. Jacob was a lot tougher than he thought. It appeared that the shock didn’t do much more than knock him out for a few moments… Which was odd in a few ways… But he didn’t dwell on that, because after a few moments of entering the room, Jacob was smashed against the wall by the bed. Jason howled with laughter again. Somehow the woman rigged the bed to a springboard. It looked like it came from a bloody cartoon. Jacob was smashed into the wall repeatedly until he fell limply to the ground again. Some of the police officers jumped back in surprise. Some of them just took it in stride. You see a lot of crazy stuff when you work for the police after all. “They’re not in here!” Someone shouted. “They have to be!” Harris said. “There was only one way out of here, and we just busted that door down.” And on that note, Jason decided to leave. They’d be tearing the room apart for a while as they tried to find a where they were hiding. Jason knew they wouldn’t succeed however. It may have gone unnoticed by the others, but there was no possible way that that door could turn from regular wood into reinforced steel… The windows couldn’t suddenly be shatterproof. And mattresses didn’t just fly through the air and slam people into walls…. And people couldn’t just disappear from a room like that. It took a very special set of gifts to do any of that. And Jason didn’t want to be near anyone with that kind of power… From all he learned about people like himself, the most startling was the fact that their gifts twisted their personalities and fed their darker aspects. It would change people in different ways, and in different kinds of strengths. The weaker the gift, the smaller the change. Jason himself had a relatively weak gift in the grand scheme of things, so he wasn’t much affected by the change. He just had the urge to steal more things. He had that urge long before his powers developed though. Now it was only increased to an extremely annoying level. But of all of the gifts, one of the most dangerous he had ever heard of would be the talent of reconfiguring substances at a subatomic level… The things he could do would only be limited by his imagination. That kind of change would drive all but the most strong-willed into raving lunatics… And assuming the person had that kind of strength of will, the trip into lunacy would always be a constant threat. Jason wasn’t an expert in this by any means, but he did do some research into it. There were a few groups who had made a study of the Mutates, and they did manage to figure out that much about the mutate gene before someone wiped them out… Whoever did it was almost certainly a Mutate at the higher caliber of strength. But if there was one thing Jason was an expert in, it was simple natural ability of knowing when it was best to stop digging. He wasn’t really in the mood to get attacked by someone who could turn his insides into chocolate pudding and his bones into chili. Jason jumped back in the squad car and drove off. He focused his mind and made an image of the police car sitting there like it should be. It would last as long as no one touched it. Once someone so much as brushed against it, the illusion would be dispelled. As he drove off, he found himself pondering the two fugitives. He wondered which of the two really had the mutation. He really doubted it was that Helen… If she had that kind of power, she wouldn’t be on the top ten fugitives list. She’d be in a category all of her own by now. So he figured it had to be Caleb… especially since the multiple homicides in one day, and him being connected to each of them. What was odd was that he had no prior arrest record, or any record at all. So if it was him, that’d mean the change had to have occurred almost immediately. His thoughts continued down that route until he got to the police station. As he parked, he began chuckling to himself. They really did empty this place out in order to catch Helen DeGardi. Jason didn’t know much about her, but the little he did know was that she was a dangerous gunman. She had contacts all over the world, and she had ties to a lot of governments. It made her hard to touch, politically speaking at least. Hell in certain countries, she was completely impossible to touch. She had her base of operations in one of those countries… Greece was one of the few countries she could actually be apprehended in. So the Greeks had standing orders to arrest her the minute she showed her face. Jason moved silently and methodically through the police station. He had spent the past couple of days learning the ins and outs of the place. Plus he also knew where some of the senior police officers had hidden stashes of expensive booze and cigars. He smiled to himself as he raided Jacob’s station. There were plenty of fun things in there. A lot of Elysian Corporation energy pills, a pair of illegally modified revolvers, three different types of jackknives, and some Elysian Corporation cigarettes… Those things were deadly and addictive as hell (more so than regular cigarettes)… But damn they fetched a nice price. So Jason shrugged and put them in his pocket. Then he quietly skipped over to the evidence room. They really needed to get some better security at this place. And the last stop for the night would be at the safe. As Jason went to work on the combination, he focused his mind and made it appear that he wasn’t there at all. But like the rest of his illusions, if someone brushed against it, it’d be gone instantly. Christ, this was one hell of a complicated combination… It was going to take him awhile to crack it. But luckily for him, he had plenty of time. “Son of a bitch,” Jacob growled as he pushed himself off of the ground. “Anyone get the license plate of the truck that hit me?” He muttered. “Better than that, we got it’s tag,” Harris chuckled. “You got smashed against a wall by a queen sized mattress.” He helped Jacob over to the chair. “Before you ask, we have no idea how Helen managed that… Or how she managed to make the door appear to be wood when it was actually steel… Or how she managed to convince the owner of the hotel to replace her windows with shatterproof glass.” “Why don’t we ask her?” Jacob grumbled. He had one hell of a headache. “We did catch her, right?” Harris shook his head, “No. She escaped somehow. We’re combing the area for ways she could have gotten out. The owner claimed that he never put shatterproof glass in this room, or had a solid metal door installed anywhere but his office.” “Then how the hell did they get there?” He shoved his hand into his pocket and drew out an Elysian Corporation energy pill and popped it into his mouth. It dissolved instantly, and he felt a wave of energy hit him. It gave him enough energy to block out the pain again. “He’s either lying, or Helen did it very discreetly. I think he’d notice if he saw a woman unhinging the door to her room and replacing it. Not to mention how hard it is to replace panes of glass… He’d notice someone doing that too.” Jacob stood up and looked at the room, “Do we have any idea how she managed to rig the bed to attack me?” He asked darkly. That was probably the second weirdest thing to happen to him tonight. Harris shook his head, “None at all.” He looked down at Jacob’s visibly broken hand. “Go to the hospital Jacob, we’ll handle it. She couldn’t have gotten far.” “Right…” Jacob muttered. He walked out of the room and back to his squad car. The minute he touched it though, it vanished! “What the hell?” Jacob shouted. He ran back to the room. “My car’s gone!” He roared, “That bitch must have taken it when our backs were turned!” Harris stiffened. “Well luckily we have GPS trackers installed into the police cars.” Harris motioned for Jacob to follow him. They went to his squad car, and turned on the tracking device. “Son of a bitch, she’s at the police station.” Jacob groaned. Harris got on his megaphone. “All units, back to the police station!” He shouted into it. “We’ve got a pair of fugitives at the station. We’re going in hot.” The officers all ran back to their cars, and the night came alive with sirens. Jacob rode with Harris. He popped another energy pill as they pulled out of the parking lot. This was the end of the line for Helen… And hopefully the end of the line for that Darquin too. Assuming that he was still working with her. When Caleb passed out, his dream resumed at the point where it left off last time. He was still standing there, getting ready to confront the deathly shadow. Neither of them would back down… They couldn’t. They were opposing forces… Shadows and light. Life and death. Creation and destruction. The shadow brought up it’s hand and lightning roared down from the sky. It stopped millimeters from Caleb’s scalp. He felt the intensity of its strength, but it did not hurt him. Caleb gritted his teeth and the bolt of lightning changed into a sphere. He thrust his fist forward, and the ball of lightning rammed straight at the shadow. The ball stopped bare inches from its face, the shadow dispersed the energy with a wag of its finger. As the finger wagged back and forth, the torrent of blood came down harder. When it touched the ground it started boiling. But it never touched him; he focused his mind and kept a solid wall of hardened air molecules over him. The shadow didn’t seem to care about the blood burning him away… In fact the acidic blood was burning the entire dream away. The scenery burned away to reveal nothing but darkness. Caleb fell through the darkness. Instead of hearing wind whip past him as he plummeted, he heard screams of pain… They sounded so familiar, but he couldn’t place any of the screams. Caleb felt something slap against his face. Once more he woke up. “Was the slap really necessary?” He groaned. “Your screams were really getting on my nerves,” Helen supplied. “Any signs of us being followed by the police?” Caleb asked with a yawn. He rubbed his face and winced. Damn she had a good arm on her. “None at all,” Helen said flatly. “I think they’re still trying to figure out how we escaped the room.” The tone of her voice said clearly enough that she’d like to know how they did it too. “I have no idea,” he told her. “I just went on instinct.” “Well it was useful, I’ll give you that,” she muttered. “So what’s this I heard about you paying me?” Caleb paused for a moment… He knew he didn’t say that, but since he wasn’t in full control at the time, it could have been the power saying that. “Well it seems we’re both wanted by the police.” He didn’t know why the police wanted him, but he’d figure it out eventually… The fastest way would be to get arrested, but that did not sound like fun. He’d prefer to wait until his memory came back. Though he would probably be arrested before it happened. “Plus,” he added, “It seems we can both help each other.” “Because you can save my ass with your freaky abilities, and I can save your ass when your freaky abilities decide to leave you high and dry?” Caleb chuckled quietly. “That, and I’m the quiet peaceful type of guy. Violence upsets me, you see? You on the other hand seem to be a very violent woman. You can do all of the things I’d prefer not to do.” Helen snorted, “I need to know a couple of things. First is what are you going to be doing, and why exactly do you need my help. And the second thing is do you even know what I charge?” Caleb scratched his head. He was about to open his mouth when he felt the sensation twist through him. The muscles in his mouth moved on its own, and his vocal cords worked on their own, “Need your help to find a place I’ve got the coordinates to.” The muscles in his arm twitched and his arm reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick and ancient book. He tapped it. “Coordinates, map, and everything.” “What exactly are you looking for?” Helen asked slowly. “Gaia Tumulus. The Earth Tomb… You may have heard of it as Avalon.” Helen stared at him sideways for a few moments, trying to see if he was joking or not. “Avalon?” She repeated. “As in the Arthurian Avalon?” “The very same. There’s something there that I need to find.” “And what would that be?” “A cache of artifacts,” and with those last few words the sensation vanished and he was left with the control of his body again. He opened the book and looked at it…The language was odd as hell, but his mind allowed him to remember the tiny fact that he had translated most of it. He looked at it and flipped through it… It was a map. “Alright…” Helen said with a shrug, “Now for my other question. Do you know how much I charge?” “I’ll be good for it.” Caleb assured her. “If I’m right, what we’re about to find will pay your fee ten times over.” “Alright, it’s a deal.” Helen said. “Sorry for calling you a freak by the way. I’m just really not used for those kind of freaky things to happen.” Caleb waved his hand dismissively. “You and me both.” Caleb muttered. As they kept driving, he saw police lights coming up from the rear. Seconds later their sirens began blaring. “Oh shit.” Helen took a quick look in the rearview mirror and then floored it. “Don’t worry, you just hired me, and luckily enough for you I’ve done my fair share of high speed car chases.” Caleb looked behind the car and saw at least twelve squad cars coming up. “I hope you’re not all talk,” he muttered. Because if she was, he’d finally figure out why the police wanted him so badly. Because they were going to be visiting the inside of a jail soon enough.
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