It was cold, someone was carrying me, and the wind was blowing hard. I managed to open my eyes and saw the Magnum. I was in his arms, and I made a noise. I was wrapped in a blanket. Magnum's expression was fierce, and he walked, almost running, me tightly in his arms.
I moved a bit; he stopped for a moment and looked at me. As he spoke to me, his voice was gentle, but somehow he was very upset with my shape. Well, I was a freak, full of more or less new body parts and organs and whatnot. I would not be recognizable, probably even.
Magnum said, "We'll be in the car in a minute, and you'll be treated. Just hang in there. Colin is there and Damon is on his way to the house. Nothing to worry about, just try to hang on."
I sighed and felt my fingers on my neck move. There was a feeling in them, and I could even move them. I had a hand in there, wrist and all. It was normally quite fisted, but I stretched them out. They were sore as they had been fisted so long.
I had used up all that radioactivity, and these body parts had then developed surprisingly good functions. However, it was annoying when the ear that was on my knee couldn't hear so well if I had a blanket on. And when I turned on my side and opened my eyes, all eight of them that were on my back, I had to close my front eyes again. My mouth in my ass cheek had fangs, and those fangs could make something. I have no idea what, except my ass was wet whenever Sark had come into the room. My fangs had been leaked.
Every body part of me had been autopsied, scanned, inspected so many times and it was always as painful. Had several hands, one on my neck, one on my lower back, and one on my left calf. Every hand had an excellent sense of touch, as normally humans have, and these were in places where they could be pressed or got in bad positions.
This was just making my distress, pain, and agony more, as I had no suitable position, painless position to be. There was always some part of me trapped and in pain. This pain took my strength too, my will to fight, and my durability too. I had so much more tissues to upkeep and my healing factor had to make quite an effort in order to get all of these in working order.
Now, I was a genuine freak. I felt all 16 of my hearts. I didn't have the amplifying enzyme on, but I had grown more internal organs to consume energy. That's why I was so powerless; now they were all eating up the energy I didn't have anymore. And all the experiments that the scientists were doing when my radiation ran out.
With all the autopsies, scans, and other torments that they could just come up with, was not for me a good time to be there. I had no sense of time and no idea how long I had been in the capture of that damn place, as Sark's prisoner. It seemed that the Christmas party was not a good idea, at least when it came to making it public and letting Bran be an idiot.
Finally, we reached the car, and Magnum got the door open.
Magnum put me in the car and said, "We're on Jersey Island, England. We're about to get on a ferry, and then we're about to get on a plane, and we're going to get you treated. Samuel and Colin are waiting. Damon will be there too. Let's just say that Bran got the lesson about his lifetime. Maybe you noticed it, and it was Dexter who killed him after Damon had given him a brisk five weeks in the shed. He was kept dead for a week and then he was allowed to get better. This was a whole pack decision, including Samuel and Charles. "
Magnum took a sports bag, it was not so big as Damon's, but he took from there blankets and a few medical supplies too. He rolled those softer blankets onto the bottom of the car, next to me and there were a few pillows too. He took an injector and stabbed into my neck. It was adrenaline. Magnum gave me a few of those adrenaline shots and sugar tabs to suck on.
Next up, he took off this thin sheet that he had just wrapped around me and lifted me onto those softer ones.
I could feel the lips on my ankle were dry, and I was moving them around. The mouth I had built was not so well developed now, but it produced a bit of saliva because sometimes my foot was wet. My mouth in my ass cheek was better formed, but it had no throat either. I turned on my side, and the Magnum flinched as I opened all my eyes from my back.
He asked, "Can you see with those?"
I nodded. Having a spinal cord near where you can grow optic nerves is good. I knew I had a pretty well-developed hand on my lower back and stretched it out when it kept getting under me.
Magnum grabbed it, and I squeezed his hand back. I had quite a lot of strength in this hand and said, " Look, if you left this hand, see what good it would do in the toilet, a wiper in place. "
I kept my voice light. Magnum touched my lips on my ass cheek, and asked, "is that fully formed mouth?"
I opened it, letting him see my teeth, fangs, and tongue that I had in there.
Magnum said, "I mean wow, I have never seen anything like this and I am not even going to ask how this happened."
Magnum was silent and clearly shocked. I started to feel cold again and knew that the strength would soon wear off, and I would go back to sleep.
I said, "Radiation, Sark tested different forms of radiation and this was the most efficient way for my body to get rid of all of that excessive energy, to grow additional parts. Not making fat, that is not me. I need to be a freak. Too bad that my energy is about to run out again."
Magnum wrapped me up, gave me pillows, and said to someone, whoever was driving the car." We can go now, start driving. "
I closed all of my eyes. I was so tired and I could feel the last sensations as Magnum stroked me. My energy just ran out, no matter what he gave to me.
As they drove into the ferry and the plane, Magnum did not let Mimi out of his sight at all. He had blamed himself, too. He had been at that party and damn Bran had done his thing and Mimi was now a living skeleton with body parts growing from her. He knew, or he hoped, that Colin, Samuel, and hopefully Damon, Charles, and Adam could cut out as much of these parts off as possible and it would be one hell of recovery again. Now he was not sure if he could be her physiotherapist.
Something about him finding her, restrained in that bed like the animal had pushed him so far and he wanted just to protect her. He had no idea that he was reacting to Mimi's pheromones. She had grown three sets of pheromone glands in her neck; they were subtle but effective too.
When the plane landed and the car drove to the yard, Magnum had taken Mimi in his arms, keeping her tight against him, not wanting to give her to anyone. Then the car got to its destination and three men, Colin, Damon, and Samuel, came out. When Colin opened the door, Magnum had taken a gun, and pointed Colin at it, refusing to give Mimi.
Damon dashed inside, got one tranq gun for humans, and shot a strong dart into Magnum. They waited five minutes until Magnum's hand dropped; the gun clanked as it hit the floor of the car and Damon went to the car, and gently took wrapped-up Mimi in his arms while two men got Magnum out of the car. Damon could also smell Mimi's pheromones, but he was not as weak as Magnum had been.
I woke up again on the way when someone was carrying me, and I looked. Damon carried me in his arms. His expression was neutral, but I could smell his passionfruit and it brought a sense of safety to me. Colin and Samuel were helping Magnum out of the car, which seemed to be asleep. Strange. Damon carried me inside and took me straight to the medbay.
Damon put me into bed and opened up the surrounding blankets, grunting with surprise as my parts came to light. I opened my eyes at my back, seeing Adam and Charles doing something on one table. Charles lifted his gaze and looked at my eyes on my back. Damon's grips were gentle and soon he put a warm blanket on me.
Colin came next to me. He touched me everywhere, not really investigating how well-formed my body parts were even though I moved them quite a lot. He just looked me over fast and he said, " Every new body member will be taken out, rest assured. It may take a while, but they all leave. We have a team here. How did this happen?"
I explained the whole radioactivity thing to Colin and made him swear about the metals. Damon listened too. He took the tube of my blood and smelled it, put collectors in, and then walked up to Adam and Charles too. The same thing, collectors were soon in them too. Then Samuel came, and Colin took him away again, and they talked for a while. Samuel went to the medicine cabinet to make some anesthetic, and I just closed my eyes and fell asleep. I was so powerless.
The entire team operated on Mimi for three days. They would go in between to eat, and Adam and Charles would continue to do so. Eventually, every extra body part was excavated and operated out, including those two other pheromone glands. Mimi was in the incubator, asleep with no medication and gaining strength.
Bran had been forced to see this all. Including most of the operations, and all of those body parts, too. Magnum had managed to get most of the files in that facility and Bran had read them, too. Damon and the entire pack gave Bran a long and hard lesson about actions and consequences, too. They were back to metal bonding with what Damon, Adam, and Charles's teeth had done.
Mimi had been a prisoner for 12 weeks, and it had taken quite a few fleas and hours of work to get Mimi rescued. She had been the only one there in the facility. Now, all Mimi had to do was get fit, and first, those metals had to be bonded off. They were hoping that there would not be any infection lurking, but Mimi was still very weak and infection was always a chance.
Damon had worked with Damien on this. He did not really know it, but Damien had also been furious with Bran for selling his toy. It was his prerogative to torture Mimi, and Damien had been on this plan. Five weeks in the shed with him. He had just let a few memories come to Damon, just enough that Damon would think that this was one of his moods, and then his memory was not the best. After that five weeks, Dexter was given the honor of killing Bran and for a week Bran had to live in a prison that Damon had built in Mimi's mind.
Now Damien was feeling quite restless, and he pushed to the surface. He walked into medbay. Mimi was sleeping with no drugs, she was so tired, but she looked like so perfect victim. Just too perfect and she would take some handling. Oh, this would be so perfect. First, Damon gets to save her. Operate on her and take off all the extra, leaving her in some shape and soon he would have some fun with her. Getting more power, corrupting Damon same time, enjoying himself this time. It would not be Damon saving her. No. He wanted to enjoy this rush, so he tried to come up with the best plan to do this. Besides, it had been now proven that the energy umbrella worked, and just fine, if he would get too frisky with her.
I woke up in medbay, and I was still completely powerless and weak. And quite thin. It was night, and I heard the door open. I felt so freaking weak and I was not even sure that I would not get any infection. Even breathing seemed to take my strength. Damon walked over to me, sat on the bed, and brushed my hair off my forehead.
I smelled a wet dog. He looked at me like I was just a piece of meat. With no emotion, not a real one at all.True psychopath's gaze. I knew that this was not a good thing at all and I tried to move, to speak, but he held me down with one hand.
He said, "I see you're still quite weak and helpless. You've been home for a month now. But I came to take you. You are just in the right place. Weak. Helpless. powerless. Time for me to get my enjoyment, my reward for treating you, baby."
Oh fuck, this is in the wrong mood. He took a syringe from his pocket, coolly put it into my cannula, and pressed the plunger. I lost consciousness immediately.