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Specimen

Pandemonium had broken out. The Rhi’Arran’s female was crying out franticly for him over and over. The other human female was trying to soothe her, but Mary was senseless with fever. She writhed against their holds, and managed to knock over the stretcher crashing to the floor. Rillian managed to prevent her from hitting the ground, but unsure how much force her fragile human body could stand, and surprisingly agile she managed to squirm from his grasp. She staggered to the closing hatch, Rillian managed to grab hold of her to prevent her from trying to climb through it and get herself crushed, or decapitated. The hatch closed, the airlock sealing with a hiss. That instant they were thrown violently to the floor as Nearwen took the ship up vertically, blasting up in to the sky.

“Monta attoya!” Rillian cursed, rolling off the young woman.

“There’s ten aircraft coming in hot. I’m taking us up now.” She said over the tanoy system.

“You could have warned us before Nearwen!” Rillian complained as he got up, the g-forces lessening as Nearwen slowed the assent.

Mary was on her knees trying to pry the hatch open with her fingers, she appeared as one who had suffered a mortal wound but had not yet realised it. “No, no, no, no. He’s gone, he’s gone.”

Rillian began to make sense of the girl’s words. “What do you mean he’s gone?”

“I can’t feel him anymore. Even when I came back there was something…. I knew he was out there……….. It’s gone, there is just blank where there was something. Oh god Val.” She spoke as one dazed.

Her words made Rillain go cold. No it couldn’t be, Valdagerion could not be dead. He was not dead, Rillian refused to believe it.

A violent shudder passed through Mary, and she sank down to the floor. Rillian followed her down simply holding the Rhi’Arran’s female bracing himself against the doorway as the ship lurched through a few evasive manoeuvres.

Her body was hot, she was burning up. Her skin was clammy with sweat yet her skin was pale, almost translucent and the lucidity that she had briefly had now was failing. Rillian was dammed if he was going to let her die after his best friend had sacrificed himself for them. He scoped the young woman up and took her over to where Perran was waiting, and the other’s were righting the stretcher.

“I think that the Rhi’Arran’s female is going in to shock.”

Perran was already checking her over. “No she’s seizing again.” When he released her wrist Rillian could see the way it trembled. “Come on quickly. We must lower her temperature.”

They moved to the small infirmary, Perran deftly setting up the scanning equipment. “Get me that PGE2 inhibitor, that should start to bring her temperature down, and the Licopan 4 sedative, I don’t want this to turn in to a full blown seizure. This is all going to be a bit big, hopefully it will not affect the scans.” He grumbled, as he clipped the scanners on around her small frame like a suit.

Rillian looked through the drugs rack, finding the ones that Perran asked for. He passed him the vials. Perran was at the console, working quickly through whatever equations were required to work out the correct dosage, before clicking the medication dispenser in to an auto injector and pressed it directly in to her neck. Mary opened her eyes wide, crying out, as there had been no time to numb the area.

“It’s ok,” the healer soothed. “It’s all right. Just a sting Mary, and you’ll be feeling better soon.”

Mary’s friend was at the door, peering in anxiously. “What are you doing? What is all that stuff you’re putting on her?”

“Let Perran work.” The warrior moved in front of the door, and she retreated away from him.

“I just want to know if Mary is going to be ok.”

“It’s too early to tell yet.” Rillian replied bluntly, but looking at the human female’s stricken countenance relented. “Let Perran work, he is a talented healer. We are not going to lose her.” Rillian promised grimly. The elf ushered her out of the medical bay when she seemed incapable of moving under her own initiative and took her to the cock pit, handing her over to Darrah. “Sit.” Rillain directed tersely in English pointing to a seat.

“Keep an eye on the human, I don’t want her wondering around fiddling with things.” He addressed Darrah in their own language.

“She’s a mortal, not an infant, and since when was I a child minder?” The black haired elf replied. “Why do you always treat them like they are simple?”

“I don’t, I have never treated the Rhi’Arran’s female like she is a child. Just make sure she doesn’t get in to trouble.”

“Who died and left you in charge.”

Rillian’s expression was arrested for a moment as he struggled with his emotions. “The Rhi’ Arran left me in charge. I will be back as soon as I can, till then watch her.” There was no way that he could tell them that he feared that Valdahgeion might be dead.

He pressed down on the woman’s shoulder it was surprisingly slight, small like an elfish child, she sat down obedient to the pressure and he felt an unusually personal protective instinct rise up in him. Rillian strapped her in to the seat efficiently, feeling her eyes upon him but studiously ignored her scrutiny, securing the bindings about her taking his time to adjust the harness with nimble fingers. A sweet heady sent was carried on her body heat, it was both soothing and oddly intriguing to his elfish sensibilities and he found himself lingering over the human female. The first small stirrings of physical interest that he had so long denied himself. Jody smiled tremously back up at him in gratitude. She would not have smiled up at him if she had known the bestal way that he had thought of taking her, for just a moment. He cursed his elvish sensual nature and wonderd at himself, could he realy be attracted to a mortal? It had to just be the stress.


[Wait here.]


He saw her eyes widen in surprise at the mental communication, and the overspill that came with it. He cursed himself for his lack of discipline, the shock had made his mental walls laps momentarily, a tide of worry and grief rising up, one he barely managing to suppress and she would have felt it before he could hide it. He straightened, moving away. Jody caught hold of his hand squeezing it. The gesture was oddly comforting. There was no way a mortal could understand what losing a friend – more a brother- of over four hundred years might mean to him, it would be worse then losing a limb. Yet in those mortal eyes he saw compassion for his loss.


Rillian had been trying to feel out Valdagerion along a common path but he too could sense nothing. He strode back down the corridor, but stopped for a moment and punched the wall. Before griping the doorway as he fought to keep the emotions that threatened to choke him at bay. After taking a few deep calming breaths he returned to the infirmary.

Mary was still now, the sedative or the seizure sending her in to a deep unconscious state. Rillian watched her bio rhythms, they were week but at least they were rhythmical and steady.

“Can you help her?” Rillian asked softly.

Perran was leaning over his screens, his brows furrowed in concentration as he twiddled his braid. “She was very dehydrated, her blood sugar and potassium levels are dangerously low. All of which could have been added to her seizures, though perhaps that is irrelevant if my theory is correct. But at least the medication’s working quickly, it’s reducing her body heat without impeding the activity of the white blood cells that have amassed in her besieged system..” His finger’s danced over the screen. “I’m just trying to work out…..”

“Work out what?” Rillian realised that Perran had forgotten him.

“Hmm.” Perran looked up. “I’m not sure yet. I have never seen anything like it. The nannites are actually changing her body, cell by cell. Of course her white blood cells are fighting the change that’s why she is getting these fevers and that’s probably the main cause of those seizures. Although if the nanites have begun to effect her brain, and spinal coulomb…..’

“Can you cure her?”

“I don’t think that it could be undone, from initial scans it looks like all her bone marrow had been symbiosed by the nanties, but there are a number of other systems that have been changed, of course her human cells are trying to fight back. I’m worried about what happened with her eyes, it could be a warning for what might happen to the other systems.”

“Right.”

“Imagine if her lungs, heart, or liver failed while it was changing?”

“So she might die after all?” Rillian’s heart sank further. “After everything the Rhi’ Arran’s female might still die?”

“I still need to run more tests.”

“Has the girl said anything else while I was gone?”

“No. Well nothing intelligible.”

“Nothing about the Rhi’Arran?”

“Aside from calling for him over and over no.” Perran looked up at Rillian, his gaze quick to see something more was amiss. “What’s wrong, you look like you have seen a ghost?”

“Before she seized again, she said that she couldn’t feel Valdagerion any more. Mary said that she had felt that he was alive from right across the universe. I think the Rhi’ arran felt the same.”

Perran tapped his braid against his lip in thought. “I think your talking about resonance. That those with close emotional resonance such as mates can project strong emotions over vast distances, not true communication more a shared conscious awareness of the other.” The healer looked up again. “Can you feel him, you and the Rhi’ Arran have known each other long enough to develop a resonance?”

Rillian shook his head. “It had always come and gone. I have tried but there is nothing. If it is true Valdagerion could be dead?”

“I wouldn’t rule it out as a possibility, but nor would I rule anything else out just yet, there could be a number of reasons why you or she cannot achieve resonance with him. Resonance is hardly a precise science, there are some practitioners that still do not believe in the phenomenon.”

“And what if he is dead, what is there for the girl?” Rillian asked, Perran did not reply they both knew the answer, without Valdagerion if the girl really was bound to him she would not last long. It would just be a question of whether they let her kill herself, or take pity and end the wretched existence for her.

“I will keep her under until we know more about what is going on.”



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For quite some time the elf drifted in and out of consciousness. The last thing Valdagerion could remember was that the force of impact had sent him flying over the armoured vehicle, bouncing like a ball off the one directly behind it, and then finally crashing in to the next one. Valdagerion could only assume that he had left some huge dents if his aching body was anything to go by. He must have been knocked unconscious for quite some time and he tried to puzzle out where he was.

It was the noise that had woken him, piercing his throbbing skull like knife blades. Voices, and static buzzing at his ears and in his mind, it was such a din that made him want to roar for silence in irritation. The elf squinted at the bright lights, blinding him. When he tried to role away from the glare he found that he could not. Valdagerion was strapped to the table beneath him like an insect on a board. The bastards had even taken his armour leaving him completely naked. From his experience nothing good ever came from being secured naked on to a cold table by unknown people. It surprised him that even in this situation his mind turned itself to the kinky uses he could out the table to with Mary before he reminded himself firmly that this was not the time. He flexed his muscles to test the give in the bounds. There were straps across his chest, his torso, his legs, even his head. Valdagerion hoped that the others had got clear. The elf could not feel Mary’s presence near by so he comforted himself with the knowledge that Rillian was the most competent warrior he knew, he would not let the others come to harm. All the same he needed to get out of here, fast.

From the corner of his eye he saw movement, heard voices near by though it was hard to work out what they were saying without access to Mary’s mind to help with the translations, he could make out some of it. “Dr Hadley the specimen is regaining consciousness.”

Actually I am already awake he thought. And that’s bad news for you lot. A brief scan of the mind’s nearby was all he could manage before his head hurt to much, not that human minds made much sense. The cheek of them thinking that they could study him like some science project. There were only four people in the room, all scientists of one form or another, he was in a research facility of some kind. They should be easy to overpower, after that he could rely upon his powers of stealth, speed and acrobatics to get himself free. Valdagerion closed his eyes and gave a soft moan, feigning unconsciousness and waiting for them to come within striking distance with all the patience of a predator.

He could hear the soft footsteps of the scientists, concentrating on how their hearts began to race with anticipation as they came closer, listening as it got louder and louder. With a sharp role of muscle, arching his back up, he snapped most of the thick leather bindings, giving himself room to move. The only one that remained was the one at his neck. There were metal handcuffs securing his wrists, but pulling hard he freed his one hand, though the metal bit deep in to the flesh of his wrist before the links reluctantly gave way. He roared in pain, the next one he decided he would melt the chain. But first with his free hand he grabbed hold of the terrified scientist, before pushing them to sprawl against another, sending them both to the ground in an ungainly tangle of limbs.

One of the other scientists braver then the rest came at him with a syringe full of some kind of tranquiliser meaning to sedate him. I don’t think so, the elf thought and throwing his weight to the side tumbled the bed over away from them, sending all manner of medical instruments crashing over. It topped on to its side and the elf managed to stand up, even though he had to pull the table up along with him, his one hand in the air in some dreadful parody of the universal sign of disarmament, the other steadily dripping blood on to the floor. His body screamed in protest as he got up, he must have been black and blue all over from the crash!

Five guards burst in to the room had their primitive yet effective projectile weapons hand. Without his armour they could do some damage if he did not use caution. Valdagerion snarled in rage backed up against the wall as he tried to work out an escape route, but there was only one door, but perhaps he could get through that glass observation window?

Valdagerion might not have his armour, or any weapons but Valdagerion could never be considered disarmed – at least not as long as he had breath in his body. The human’s had no idea what they were messing with.

They advanced on him, but he had one gambit. Humans were easy to startle so using more energy then he really had he managed to send a charge along one of the electrodes still attached to his chest and start an electrical fire in the box it was attached to. Fire was always a good diversion.

The men were startled, but not as startled as the elf when liquid was suddenly dispersed from above like rain. For a moment he wondered if it was some aerosol based sedative like the Gerlyons used in their prisons to prevent escape; in which case he might be screwed. But he realised that it was just water. His moment of hesitation and the now slick floors however had almost cost him his advantage.

The elf spun, putting the bed between himself and the armed men as he caught hold of the chain that secured the second manical.

“Come out from behind there, your hands above your head or we will shoot. You have to the count of three. One”

Valdagerion ignored the threat, and with a sharp tug broke the chain freeing his other hand. “Two.”

“Sarge, what if he doesn’t understand English?”

“Well what do you think he would rather, German, french? Do any of you know alien, no didn’t think so? You better hope he comes out else you are the one who’s going behind there to get him. Three.

Valdagerion was just reaching up to undo the neck restraint when there was a sharp sting in his leg. He had been so busy keeping track of the solder’s minds to keep a step ahead of them that he had totally forgotten about the scientists, and one of them had just emptied a syringe full of the gods knew what in to his leg.

The elf had no idea of what the human’s were capable of when it came to chemical compounds, or how their drugs might effect and elf. He decided that he was not going to wait around to find out. He snatched the syringe and crushed it contemptuously, snarling at the scientist who shrank away Valdagerion undid the neck restraint and eyed up the window. It was now or never.

Water was a good conductor, so he knelt down splaying his hands out and centred himself trying to draw some energy in from near by. Dimly he listened to the soldiers.

“What’s going on?”

“Sarge the technician has injected him with a tranquiser, he’s going down look.”

Valdageion smiled, one would not call it a nice smile. The lights dimmed as he drew in energy, the room grew colder so that the soldiers felt a chill up their spine, the only warning that they would get. He sent the pulse of power through the water, there was a low hum of electric and then all the sensors and scanners near to him fizzed and crackled, blowing up with blue white light, for good measure he blew the lights along with it, blowing them up dramatically. The soldiers jumped in the air yelping, as they received a shock from the water, but by the time it reached them Valdagerion knew it would stun them if he was lucky, but little else. There was an added benefit that the electric it has seared the wounds on his wrist closed, but he would be left with a scar.

He stood, feeling dizzy as he did, and he caught at the bead taking a quick deep breath before using the sudden darkness as his cover, he raced across the room, diving through the glass using his shoulder to brake it. It was bloody hard, probably reinforced. When he hit the floor he rolled away as the flash of gunshot lit the corridor around him.

He had to keep his mind open to scan the human’s keeping ahead of them and to navigate the building but the weakness in his limbs was spreading. Red lights and warning sirens disorientating him further. He heard the sound of boots behind him, gaining fast. Valdagerion leapt up catching the ledge of a flight of stairs, and swung himself acrobatically on to the flight above buying himself some more time. But as he ran through the complex he realised that he was no closer to finding a way out, he hadn’t even found a window. Valdagerion found that his legs would not quite obey him as he moved along the corridors, his limbs worked slowly even as he tried to push himself harder.

He heard the sound of cocking weapons and turned in time to have a bullet slam in to his shoulder before he could block. The mortals were not messing about this time. Valdagerion instantly threw up an energy barrier, a feet that needed intense concentration and weekend the wheilder so much that it was almost pointless as a defence, but it would be better then being filled with holes. Live to fight another day, Valdagerion thought. The energy for a shield was more a powerful electromagnetic field. He braced for the the stutter and grip of his heart, like a punch in the chest as it messed with his own bio-eclectic.

There was a soft clink as the bullets fell harmlessly to the floor. Through his blurred vision he saw the soldiers standing aghast at the end of the room. “It’s alright, I’m done.” He sighed and sank down still clutching his chest letting out a small pained grunt as he landed on his wounded shoulder. The pain was the only thing that was real anymore, the men who rushed towards him with weapons drawn faded in and out of view like shadows. He watched feeling oddly detached watching the red stain as it spread across the tiles away from him.


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Louis knew that Boyd had his eyes on him, so he sat trying to appear nonchalant when he felt distinctly uneasy in the darkened lecture room. In slow motion the grainy video on the projector showed the alien’s serious eyes considering the armoured vehicles over his shoulder, then wheeling the heavy road bike around as if it weighed nothing. He revved it up hard, and then raced towards them, long hair trailing behind him as very calmly he went up through the gears.

In the foreground the driver and navigator in the armoured vehicle began to gesture franticly at each other. The alien was getting closer and closer, in the craziest game of chicken that Louis had ever seen. The bike hit the vehicle hard, not even trying to avoid it. The bike was instantly a barely recognisable twisted wreck, and its rider was sent over the bonnet, in a streak of platinum and black.

The screen changed to an eye in the sky view, showing the alien bouncing off another ATV like a rag doll, and finally smashing in to the one behind it, crumpling the reinforced bonnet. The next shot was a shaky colour video from what Louis supposed must have been a hand held digital camera. It showed soldiers in uniform dragging the blood covered alien from the bonnet and putting him on a stretcher.

“As you can see the specimen received substantial injuries consistent with a collision.” The video now showed the inside of the research lab, the alien laid out on the table. “His suit protected him from the most severe damage, but from an early X rays we discovered that he had four broken ribs, a cracked hip, as well as the obvious various lacerations, and a suspected head injury. We required a diamond edged saw to cut him out of the suit, which incidentally blocked not only X ray’s but other form of scanners as well.”

The doctor fast forwarded through the technicians working on the suit. But slowed to a shot that zoomed in on the alien once he was revealed, showing the extent of the bruising marbling the pale flesh. It was if someone got a mixed paint pot and threw it over a Greek statue.

“As you can see looking at these abrasions, the specimen heals at a terrific rate. The only thing applied at this point was a saline drip, we were not confident as to what our drugs might do to his systems without further research.”

“He looks almost human.” Someone said near the front.

“Yes, aside from his feline eyes, and ears that curve to a point the specimen is entirely hominoid in appearance.”

Few human’s were that perfect Louis thought. Platinum blond hair, that shunned the use of streightners lay about a cruelly beautiful face and chiselled frame. An angel. That was Louis first embarrassed thought. St Michal the warrior, or one of the gods seen on the ancient temple walls.

“We came here to discuss his combative capabilities Dr.” Mr Barkley reminded him. “And weather this facility is equipped to contain him.”

“Yes, yes.” The doctor placated. He fast forwarded to where the elf made his escape, some how setting fire to equipment, and electrocuting the men, the whole room watched in silence as the Doctor added observations. “As you can see within 23 hours the specimen had recovered sufficiently to attempt escape. He was stopped by the armed guards, we have moved him on to a more secure level and are keeping him heavily tranquilised.”

Louis watched fascinated as the elf completely naked managed to force his way through a sheet of one way glass, it was like watching a super hero from a film in action.

“Have you any idea how he has done those things?”

“So far we have theorised that he can somehow manipulate electricity. One of my researches thinks that the specimen creates it like an electric eel.”

“I thought that you would have had more by now.”

“The specimen has been unconscious, or trying to escape since we have had him. Without opening him up, there is little I can tell you without further observations of his behaviour.”

Everyone’s attention turned to the screen as a bullet hit the alien as he snarled at them like a wind animal. He put a hand up and miraculously the other bullets hovered harmlessly in the air for a moment as if stopped by some kind of force field before dropping to the floor. “He really is a magnificent specimen.”


“Amazing.”

Agent Barkley stood up. “I would like his brain scanned to see what is going on there.”

“I’m not sure that is wise. Considering the strength of his bones, we were considering that they might be infused with some kind of metal alloy.”

“Just do it. It won’t be long before the American’s demand that we hand him over.”


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Pain stalked Mary’s dreams, pain such as she had never experienced before. Like a sudden hole punched in her sholder. It was a stormy sea and she was adrift on it. She felt someone dig in to her shoulder, cold metal inside her scraping around, tugging at sensitive tissues. Blood ran hot from her weekend body. And then she felt something being pulled out slowly. It was then that she realised that it was not her pain, some how she was sharing with Valdagerion.

Mary resurfaced from the dream, awake in her own body. Tired beyond belief, but whole and unharmed as if it had never happend.

“It’s only fever dreams.” She heard someone say, but she could not work out who, and slipped back in to the world between worlds, between sleep and dreams simply floating for a long time.

The pain came back, more suddenly this time. The agony made her contort off the bed. Mary tried to cry out but all she could do was writhe on the floor in agony. Something was piercing her skull and heating her bones, beyond anything that she could imagine. The only thing that stopped Mary from losing her mind was firmly reminding herself that it was not her pain, it was Val’s and she had to help him.

Time no longer ment anything to the elf, pain narrowed his world. At some point he realised that he was not alone in his mind, a small courageous soul, coming down to hell for him, warm as a summer sun, Mary. She was far away, and he had no idea how he had connected with her. But she was sharing every moment of his agony, her every nerve feeling his cells screams.

The human’s had taken him to a large magnetic imaging devise. He could feel the disturbance before he got close to it and tried to fight the levels of sedation they had him under to no avail. The pain was like nothing he could compare it to, it heated his bones slowly, but the electro magnetic pulse was like a roar in his head, throbbing hammer blows to his brain, and along his nerves as it upset his own electro magnetic rhythms. It was like having someone hack in to his nervous system and deliver wave after wave of acute cold, burning, and stabbing across his whole body. He couldn’t even scream.

And Mary was as helpless as he was, sharing his torment, trapped along with him. He tried to close himself off, but he was to week and the pain just kept pouring out of him. Her anguish only made him feel worse, she should not have to suffer for his mistakes, and he had to protect her. He despaired at his failure.

[Val.] She whimpered, but bound herself closer to him. Her touch was like balm, but he was selfish to want it knowing what this was costing her. But it spurred him on, past his own endurance. What he could not do for himself, he would do for her. It was nothing fancy, not tricks he made his hand move, concentrating hard as he thumped the round side of the scanner. “No more.”

There was a crackle. “Pardon? Can you repeat that?”

“No more.” He croaked. [Mary my little love, it is to dangerous do not seek me.]

[No.] Her reply was childlike, determind.

Val became more coaxing. [Please i can not worry about you and get out of this at the same time, you must understand this.]

[They are hurting you.]

[It's only a set back.Trust me.]Mary could practacly feel his arms around her, as wounded and broken as they both were, togeter they would be strong again. He felt it, and fed her the confidence in the idea. That was so typical of Val, he was in agony but his first thoughts were to see to her safty and comfort. He was to tierd to maintain the contact and it broke leaving her alone and bereft.

“Mary, Mary what’s wrong?” A voice broke through to Mary, bringing her in to the waking world. She struggled against them but to no avail, steal strong arms held her firm. It was Rillian, soothing her sweat drenched hair back, and making soothing purr like noises like Val did when she was upset.

“They are hurting him, they are hurting him really badly Rillian!” Mary tried to fight him off, trying to work out where she was, the need to get to Valdagerion paramount in her mind, but she only found the solid wall of the elf’s chest. Perran was behind him, looking on worriedly.

“Calm yourself.” Rillian’s sharp command was like a physical slap, shocking her in to silence. The elf dropped her down on the bed, and lent over her. “Think it through, you said he is in pain, well if that’s the case he is alive.”

“You don’t understand, it felt like they were torturing him!” Mary was weeping openly but she could not stop herself.

"What were they doing to him?"

"He has been shot, wounded in the sholder. And they had him in a MMR, its an gient electro magnet."

Mary felt the static charge in the air as Rillian fought for control, even though his face remained an hard emotionless mask. Perran gasped. "That would be agony, it wont cause any lasting damage but it would be almost beyond endurance."

“We have to save him, we have to.”

Rillian’s gaze hardened, his fists clenching. “We will, and we will make them pay for this insult.” He promised her fiercely.

“Let’s go now.”

“No.” Rillian shook his head, surprising Mary. “The Rhi’arran would not want everyone to risk their life’s for him. Let me plan this. I will get him free be assured of that.”

“But..”

“Trust me Mary. I am no more happy about this then you. But he’s a hard bastard, and he’s been in tighter spots.”


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Eternallostlove; Ha ha, I quite like the idea of them zipping around to secret agent man as well. More like that to come.

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Hope everyone had a fab xmass, and wishing you all a happy new year. I'm not 100% happy with this chapter and may yet give it a bit of a re-edit, and add in more details.