8Hello! This is Rebarbative here with a new story. I was reading the ninth book in the Cirque du Freak saga, and I thought: "What if Darren hadn't been able to bust out of prison? And what did the police find in those blood samples they took?" So, here is a story of what might have happened if Morgan never existed. (He was the undercover vampet who aided in Darren's escape)."
Disclaimer: Disclaimed
Here goes nothing!
""It's a break out!" Con shouted.
"Which one?" Dave yelled, jumping up. "Crepsley? Mulds?
"Neither," Con gasped. "It's the hostage- Steve Leonard!"
"Leonard?" Dave repeated uncertainly. "But he's not a prisoner. Why should he want to break-"
"I don't know" Con shouted. "Apparently, he regained consciousness a few minutes ago, took stock of the situation, then murdered a guard and two nurses."
The color drained from Dave's face, and William McKay almost dropped his rifle.
"A guard and two…" Dave murmured.
"That's not all," Con said. "He's killed or wounded another three on his way out. They think he's still in the building."
Dave's face hardened. He started for the door, then remembered me, paused, and looked back over his shoulder.
"I'm not a killer," I said quietly, staring him straight in the eye. "I'm not the one you want. I'm on your side."
This time, I think he half believed me" (Shan 67-68)
Dave and Con left the room, leaving William McKay and me alone in the cell together. He stared at me warily and kept his hand firmly on his gun.
"Don't you dare try any funny business. Just because Dave thinks you might be innocent, doesn't mean the rest of us do," he said seriously, switching the safety off on his gun as if to prove a point.
I just sighed and wondered what Steve was doing. I still couldn't believe that he was in cahoots with the Vampaneze Lord. He was my best friend. How could he have turned out so evil?
Minutes drug by and I slowly started to fall asleep. I caught myself before my head banged into the table. I needed to stay alert in case McKay tried any to pull anything while I slept.
Eventually, Dave and Con returned. Both officers looked like they had aged a few years. They sat down in their chairs and looked at me with tired eyes.
"Why did Leonard break out?" said Con. "Why did he kill those nurses and guards?"
"I told you, you don't know what he is, what he's done."
"Well, why don't you tell us?" remarked Dave.
"You wouldn't believe me if I did."
"Damn it boy!" yelled Con, smashing his fist on the table. "He just killed five people! I want answers and I want them now!"
I just shook my head and sighed. Con looked like he wanted to press me more on the subject, but Dave held him back.
"Darren, please tell us what is going on. We should receive information on what Crepsley and Mulds are tomorrow, but we'd rather not wait that long" he said in a soft, pleading voice.
"Personally, I want to know what he is," said William by the door. "No normal sixteen year old boy could have survived a five story jump."
The other two officers seemed to let this stew in their minds for a second.
"That's true," said Dave "But he shows up on film, unlike Crepsley. Maybe we need to get him tested too."
I stiffened at this, which did not go unnoticed.
"What's wrong boy? Worried about what we'll find?" said Con with a smirk. "Let's call up one of the nurses who survived to take his blood."
As Con walked out of the room, I slowly calmed my mind. They already had Mr. Crepsley's blood, what damage could mine add to the mix? A few minutes later, Con walked back in with a terrified man behind him. The man looked like he was in his twenties, and probably thought I would kill him if he took my blood. I rolled my eyes.
"No need to be scared son," said Dave, making the boy jump. "We've got him cuffed and Mr. McKay will handle it if he tries any funny business."
The boy nodded, even though he still looked like he wanted to wet himself, and put his medical kit down on the table. He opened the kit and took out a set of syringes and some bandages.
"Where should I... uh you know..." said the boy nervously.
"On his arm is fine," said Con. "Boy, stick out your arm," he addressed me in a much less gentle tone.
I did as he said and watched the young nurse as he picked up the first syringe. He flinched when he noticed I was staring at him, and I gave him a reassuring smile. He must not have found my smile very reassuring, because he paled even more when he saw it. I tried to hold back a laugh. I wasn't sure if his fear was funny or depressing. I'd never really had a human look at me like that before.
"Go on now, he can't hurt you," said Dave.
He walked up to me and put the tip of the needle near the crease in my arm. He went to prick the vein, but his hands were shaking so much that he missed. I hissed when the needle stabbed into my arm. It hadn't hurt much, but it surprised me. The boy jumped back and looked at me with terrified eyes.
"S-S-Sorry," He said, probably thinking that I was going to eat him.
"It's fine. Just do the other arm," I said, startling him. I hadn't spoken since he had entered the room.
He walked over to my other side and this time, with much steadier hands, managed to draw a vial of blood. Then, much calmer since he figured out I wouldn't hurt him, he proceeded to bandage my arms. He left the room with a hurry after the police thanked him and went to send my blood who-knows-where. After he left, Con decided it was time for a break.
"It's nighttime. I'm tired and you're tired. I say we call in the night guard and pick this back up tomorrow morning."
"Okay," I said, mentally cursing the unknown night guard. It seemed like Vancha would have to face the Vampaneze guard singlehandedly. I wished him luck and waited for the officers to bring me a cot to sleep on.
…
I woke with a start after hearing a loud noise. The first thought that went through my mind was, Vampaneze! I had jumped out of my cot, (completely forgetting where I was) and the force that I used to move snapped my cuffs.
"Don't move!" Harold Newton, the night guard, yelled.
I immediately froze once I saw the gun pointed at my chest.
"Sorry," I said with a grimace (no way an apology could help my situation now!). "I forgot where I was and I panicked. That loud noise startled me"
Just then, Con, Ivan and Dave busted through the door.
"We heard shouting and thought you might have needed some help," Con said.
"Thanks," replied Harold.
"Well, what happened, and why are his cuffs broken?" inquired Dave.
"Well he was sleeping, but then I dropped my cell phone. The noise startled him soo bad that he jumped out of his cot and snapped his cuffs like they were made out of paper."
"Boy, if you knew you had the strength to snap those cuffs all along, why didn't you break them earlier?" inquired the soft spoken Ivan.
"What would you have done?" retorted Con. "He was obviously waiting for the right moment to escape. Why give away his strength when we could recapture him. Speaking of.. Harold, find some thicker cuffs. The thickest you can get. Tell the other officers to do the same with Crepsley."
Harold walked out, which gave me the opportunity I had been waiting for. With him gone, the police were left without a gun. I smiled once I knew the night guard was too far away to help.
"Well boys...," I began, "It seems like it's just us now. Three humans without a gun vs. one angry vampire..." Well.. Technically it was three humans and a half vampire. But they didn't need to know that!
The three men paled when they realized their predicament, but then they realized that it was three to one. What harm could a skinny fifteen year-old do to three fully grown men? They each came at me from a different angle. I smiled. I hated looking evil, but maybe if I scared them enough they would be too scared to fight.
Con and Dave came at me first. Ivan was older so he was their backup. Dave lunged at me with his arms outstretched. I simply hit him on the side of his head with my fist. One down, two to go! Con learned from Dave's mistake and sent a sharp kick to my head. Any normal human wouldn't have been able to block it, but I was half-vampire. I grabbed his leg and pushed, wincing when I heard a loud crack. He wouldn't be walking on that leg for a while. Two down, that left.. Ivan. He was backing away slowly, hoping to make it out the door before I noticed. What a coward. I simply moved to fast for him to see and knocked him out.
Then I focused on how to break out. The fight had only lasted a few seconds, so I should have plenty of time. I looked up to the celling. Trying that route first seemed safest. I crouched and gathered as much energy as I could and sprang at the celling.
"Charna's Guts!" I yelled.
The force that my head took nearly knocked me out. So I turned and looked at the door. It might have been thinner than the wall, but it lead straight to the belly of the beast. I'll have to go through the wall. I sighed and turned to the damned thing. Well here goes nothing. I dug my nails into the wall and crumbled it. Hmm. I guess I can dig most of the way.
I repeated the process and gouged a huge hole in the wall until it t was about two and a half feet deep and about the same width around. I jumped up and kicked at the weakened wall. The last foot or so fell out with a large cracking noise. I winced. That foot would be bruised tomorrow. I then crawled out of the hole and made my way to freedom. I wondered if Mr. Crepsley and Harkat got away yet, and how Vancha fared at the fight last night. As I pondered this, I ran into the city, hoping to find shelter in its depths.
…
"You saw what!" exclaimed Gerald Pickett after hearing Con's story.
"Well first, the boy dug into the walls with his nails-"began Con.
"I heard you the first time boy, but what I want to know is; how?"
"I don't know sir, especially since our blood samples disappeared this morning. If you don't believe me, simply watch the surveillance tapes from his room."
"I will. Send word to the news that the Shan boy escaped too. The others got away last night," Pickett said with a gruff tone.
"Yes Sir", replied Con.
…
Well, I know it is not very much, but I hope it entertained at least one of you!I might do a sequel on what happened to Mr. Crepsley and Harkat, but only on request! If you can figure out what happened to the blood samples and why Darren couldn't go through the ceiling, I have some warm bat broth for you! Leave your answers in the comments.
Ta, Ta!
~Rebarbative