This time he heard her, but like he thought he would, he didn’t care. The feeling inside him didn’t want to stop, so he went harder and harder.
“Jimmy?” She pushed up, only to have him push her harder back down.
She was fighting him. Why the fuck would she fight me? She wanted this. She always wanted this. I can’t stop. I want it. I need it. I have to keep going. I have to keep thrusting. I can’t stop. I can’t! He moved his hands to her head and held her head down to the pillow below her face. He just couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t stop. He just…
“Jimmy!” she screamed with everything she had as her voice flared, and the room shook around it. She tried with all of her strength to get his hands off the top of her head. It took everything she had, but she did manage to get his hands up. She breathed, lifting her chin off the pillow.
Her screams smacked at him almost instantly, so he stopped his fight for pleasure and released her. He climbed off her and swung himself to the side of the bed. His feet now hung off to the floor.
Breathing now and more scared than she ever has been with him, she picked herself up into a squatted position on the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She caught her breaths to normal. She stood up, and held herself tightly within her own arms. She shook. Her hands trembled. Her legs burned.
He likewise breathed. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” she asked, whimsically. “You’ve changed. This isn’t you Jimmy. This isn’t like you.”
He spun his head around to her so fast; he saw nothing but a blur.
Something that made her jump, and take one-step back. His eyes weren’t his. They looked blazing. They showed her rawness that scared her so much.
“What the fuck do you know?” he snapped to her with a growl almost seemingly rolling out of his mouth with his words.
Hearing him, it scared her more. So much so, that again, she almost jumped back.
“What the fuck do you know about anything?” He stood up and faced her from across the bed. His face flushed with heat as the anger built up inside him. I can’t believe she’s acting like this. This is what she always wanted. And now, she’s questioning me!
She shook her head. “I know that this,” she pointed down to the bed, “isn’t you Jimmy. You’ve never done that before.” He had always been bland when it came to sex. He was always gentle, and that made him always boring. To be honest with herself, she left him for it. She cheated on him with anyone that might have showed an interest in her, because it. Seeing and feeling what he just did, told her, that something was wrong. He had never been aggressive with her once. He wasn’t in the two years that they were together, and this alone made her wince. Why was he acting like this, raced through her soul? It scared her core.
He put his hands to his hips and stared her down. “And what about you?” His voice sounded like his eyes showed. He looked angry. He felt hot! “You’ve giving me nothing. Maybe, just maybe, I’m now the person that I would have been, if you didn’t treat me like I was a dumb fuck all of the time. Maybe if you treated me like I was a man, I would’ve been like this.” He spoke with true anger in his voice, the anger of the past few years, came out with venom. All of the things that she said to him over the years were now coming out and it brought fire into his heart. She treated him like shit for far too long. She treated him like he was a dumbass to all of her friends. She put him down, and called him names. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Get out!” he now screamed.
She watched his face turn red with fire and watched as his eyes grew large and looked like they were starting to burn. Hearing him, she didn’t know what to think. Her face showed the dumbfounded look that she now felt.
A look that made the anger in him only flare stronger. “Get OUT!” he screamed.
She blinked. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand him. It was his fault that she treated him the way she did. If he were a man, a real man, she would have treated him differently. If he were half a man, she would have respected him for it.
She couldn’t say anything more, so she turned, went around the foot of the bed, and passed him out into the hallway and into the living room as fast as she could move. She found her clothes on the floor and quickly gathered them into her arms. Quickly, she put everything back on, turned back to the door, opened it, and slammed it again when she left. She did everything almost within one minute flat. She didn’t even take the time to turn back to him as she left.
He watched her leave, and suddenly felt satisfaction come over him all too quickly. He said what he always wanted to say. He finally did the one thing that he always wanted to do. He ended it the way that he always wanted to end it. It felt damn good. It felt good to have it finally over. He found strength within him now, and it felt so fucking good to feel it.
He turned out of the bedroom and made his way through the living room and back into the kitchen. With the hunger for sex now gone, the hunger for food came back again, and it felt stronger than ever. It was time to get back to what he originally wanted to do in the first place.
19
Rachel Garland came back to work from her weekend off, and hated it. Weekends always did that to her. She didn’t like to waste time. She hated having to do something that didn’t involve work, especially with what happened last week. She thought that she was getting closer to finding all of the answers that she was looking for. That shattered when she found something else that she didn’t expect to find. The samples were not what she wanted. They didn’t cure the virus-induced cells. The drug didn’t do anything at all. Disappointment was an understatement. She hoped for so much more, and now she had to go back to the drawing board. She had to start over, and she had no idea where to start. She just started with some slides, when a knock came from the door to her lab, and it made her stop. At least, she didn’t start with anything important. She hated being interrupted.
She left the counter and made her way across the floor with the feeling of heaviness in her legs. It made her feel somewhat out of place.
She opened the door with those same feelings in her arms.
Mister Ross stood in the hallway with a smile on his face.
“Mister Ross?” She felt more surprised than happy with seeing him there. She wasn’t in the mood for a visit by the boss. Not with all that happened. Not with her failure looming over her like a drape of heavy wool pressing her down like this.
“Doctor Garland.” He smiled, showing his perfectly groomed teeth. His white hair sparkled. “I’m glad to see that you’ve made it in. How was your weekend?”
“It was all right, I guess.”
He nodded. “May I talk with you for a moment?” The smile grew stronger on his face.
Whatever he was happy about, she had no idea, and she wasn’t even sure if she even cared. She wasn’t in the mood for office politics. She wasn’t in the mood for anything really. “Sure.” She tried to smile but couldn’t bring her face to want to make the gesture.
“Thank you.” He stepped through the door the moment she backed far enough away from it to let him inside the room.
She left the door after she closed it behind him.
He walked to the center of the room.
She could see that he was carrying what looked like vials in his right hand.
“How is your research going?” He turned around and faced her.
Now she knew that she didn’t want to talk with him. She didn’t intend to try to explain her failure to him. How could she? Her disappointment felt too heavily plastered over her heart to want to explain anything at all.
He could see the disappointment on her face. “I take it that things aren’t going all that well?” he asked as his face went to a look of concern. However, the smile stayed strong. He had so much that he wanted to show her, that he knew that it would change her mood instantly.
She shrugged her shoulders as she crossed the room. She passed him in the center of it, and made her way to the
counter that was opposite the door. “Not good.” She placed both hands to the counter top, and blew out her frustration with one giant gasp of air. She shook her head with everything gripping her strongly.
His smile widened. “Maybe these will help you out.” He walked to her and stopped besides her, holding out the vials of blood beneath her face and the countertop.
She looked down at them and winced. “What are they?” Of course, she knew he had them, but now looking at them, it brought her curiosity out with full force.
“What I think you might be looking for my dear?”
She looked up from the vials. “What are they?”
His smile looked like it doubled its size. “I think that you should find them helpful.” He held the vials out to her.
She took them, and brought one of them up closer so that she could see it better. “What are they from?” She could see that the fluid inside it was red. It had to be blood, but whose blood was it.
“They’re from a specimen that I’ve had for quite a while now. The specimen is no longer viable, but it might help you out, so,” He walked from her back to the center of the room, and put both hands into his trousers side pockets. “I thought that you needed them more than I.” He turned around, back to her.
She looked at him turn. She had no idea of what he was trying to say. “Okay, what kind of specimen was it?” She felt more than intrigued, now. She felt more than just curious. He sold her the goods, but she still needed to know what it was.
“It was a very unique specimen. One that I’m sure you will find intriguing.” He smiled again.
He’s not going to tell me what it is, or was. She knew it. She could see it in his face. She had only one answer to give him. “Okay. I’ll take a look at it.”
“Fantastic.” He smiled one final time and turned back to the door. “Let me know what you find out.” He walked to the door, and left the room, letting the door close behind him when he left.
She watched him leave, not knowing what just happened. It all seemed weird. It all seemed beyond strange. She looked back to the vials, and noticed that it had labels wrapped around all of them. She turned one of them over and looked at it with wide eyes. In black ink, against the white label was only one word and it made her lose her breath.
Collins? She turned, looked at the labels on the other two vials, and saw that each one of them had the same one word written on their sides. Jimmy said something about a Collins. She didn’t know what to think, but now felt more than just curious, she felt downright excited. She had to take a closer look at what she had.
She didn’t hesitate and went to her closet and took out several boxes of plastic slides from the shelf, and with them firmly in hand, she went back to her counter. She took out a pair of rubber gloves from a box at the back of the counter wall, and put them on. She went for the vials, and couldn‘t wait to see what was inside them.
20
It took several hours for Jimmy to finish off everything in his refrigerator that was meat, and when he couldn’t find anything else, he left his apartment and headed out to find something more. He settled on fast food, came back with several hamburgers, and finished four of them before he finally felt satisfied. He left the buns, just settling for the beef.
When he finished them, he laid back down to try to sleep some before he needed to head off back to work. He didn’t sleep any of it, and just lied there in bed, tossing and turning, with his mind forcing itself back to the dream that he had to start his day. The thought of the man and the woman walking through the park came back strong. He could see them coming up along the road. He could see the woman’s face, as it turned red from her own blood covering it. He saw the image of him chewing on her next. He hated the feeling, not by chewing on her, this in itself should have been revolting but wasn’t, but the way he seemed to feel when he realized that she was pregnant. He couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t understand what it meant. However, then again, it was just a dream, right? It wasn’t anything more than that.
When his alarm sounded, he pushed every thought that he had out of his mind, and climbed out of bed feeling uneasy. He went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. The water washed away the dream. It melted his mind and made him relax.
When he finished, he went back to the bedroom and put on his uniform. He had some trouble with it, being that it was now a good two or three sizes larger than what he now was, but he managed.
Finished, he made his way out to his car and headed off down the road. The drive went by quickly, almost seeming to take only a few minutes to get there. His mind, it seemed, felt like a thousand miles away, but was in all actuality, nowhere at all.
Pulling into the lot, he stood out of his car without another thought in his mind. He made his way up the sidewalk, to the front doors, and into the lobby. He felt nothing but strong, and made the walk with a stride in his steps. Relieving Pat, and experiencing yet another person in shock by his new appearance, almost didn’t register on his mind. He just went through the motions, explaining that he felt fine when asked, and responded to it all with nothing more than a simple explanation of nothing at all. He started his night almost feeling like someone else moving through the motions of someone else’s life. It all felt so weird. It all felt downright surreal, and nothing else seemed to matter.
When Pat left, he sat down behind the counter and stared endlessly at the CCTV monitors with nothing but a haze crossing over his thoughts. Before he knew it, it was time to start his first tour, so he stood up, grabbed his wand and radio, and left the counter. He didn’t hesitate. He moved with the motions. His mind stayed clear, but not thinking. His steps felt strong, but didn’t feel like his. He walked up the stairs, and began his tour and never looked back.
He hit every chip with an endless stride, and before he knew it, he came to the entrance of the labs and there he stopped. He suddenly found himself locked in place, and unable to move.
This is where it began. He saw the double doors. He looked through the single window in the one on the right and looked to the hallway behind it. A sense of deja-vu crossed his mind as soon as he saw the white glisten from the floor. Suddenly, he could see himself on the other side of the door, walking down the hallway, moving along it. It all felt so weird. It all felt so strange. It had to be a memory, but he didn’t remember it, but for some reason, it made him feel like he had. He felt like he was watching someone else through his or her eyes. He felt like he was watching himself walk, but like he wasn’t the one that was doing the walking. He just stood there, and watched it happen.
He saw the hallway, leading to the last intersection on the right. He saw himself stop right in front of a set of double doors, and there he waited. He knew that they were the same doors that led into the room to where he found Collins, and knowing that, he watched himself walk through the double doors and move into the room. He saw himself walk towards a table at the far wall, and there he stopped, and turned back around. Someone walked with him. He didn’t see them at first, but he felt them there. When he turned around, back to the doors, he saw him and recognized him as the white haired older man with the fine suit. He even knew his name. The man looked back to him with a smile on his face.
“I told you that I would make you comfortable,” the older man, Richard Ross said. “We will do anything for you. We’ll give you everything you need.”
He slid himself back to a bed behind him and took a seat. He never saw it, but he knew that it was there. “I hope that we can do this quickly,” a voice said, coming from his direction. It sounded almost like he, himself, was the one saying it, but it wasn’t his voice. He could only recognize it as Collins. “I don’t want to spend too much time here.” He blinked.
“That won’t be a problem, Mister Collins.” The older man stepped away from him and walked back towards the double doors, and there, he joined another man that he had never seen before, but for some reason, he knew who he was, and stopped. “This shouldn’t really take all t
hat long, maybe a few weeks.” The older man turned back to him.
He saw himself nod.
“Good. I’ll see you in the morning, so we can begin,” the older man said and left the room.
Jimmy shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to where he was as a voice coming from behind him helped him with the effort.
“Jimmy?” the soft voice asked, as a hand grabbed his left arm. “You okay?”
He turned and saw Rachel standing right beside him with the look of concern heavy in her eyes. “Fine. I’m fine.” He shook his head again, trying to clear the fog that seemed to want to drape him. The process worked, but only a little. “I’m fine,” he repeated. He had to take a deep breath, so he did.
“Didn’t you hear me? I was trying to get your attention, but you seemed like you were a thousand miles away.”
Again, he shook his head, trying to refocus his thoughts.
She let go of his arm, and her eyes turned from concern to one of awe all at once. “You alright? You look entirely different.” She smiled.
He blinked. “Yes, I know. I,” he looked back to the window, saw nothing there, and turned back towards her. “I just feel a little strange.” What in the hell did I just see? What the Christ did I just remember? Was what he saw real? The fact was, he didn’t know. He just knew that he felt odd. He felt misplaced. He felt beyond a little strange and it made him feel almost a little afraid.
“What happened? You look so different,” she repeated, and couldn’t believe that he was the same man that she knew from before. He looked years younger. He also looked fit. He just couldn’t be the same person. In fact, he looked almost like Robert, her brother, and that thought made her flinch some. She had to blink several times just to clear the thought.
“I guess this place does that to you.” He laughed, and stepped away from the doors. He stepped out into the middle of the hallway, and bowed his chin down towards the floor. “What are you doing here? Another long night?” He had to change the subject and fast. Something he was becoming very good at it lately, or so it seemed.
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