#next up i am going to post a long ass prologue i wrote for ghost drone on ao3

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some goofy lil transparent images of the design I use for N, featuring his design from the Ghost Drone AU (he is tired). These are for future references and things where I just need to casually put one in the corner of something

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Criminal - Chapter 6

Billy (viliain) x Female reader (cop)

Prologue/Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6:  I know you said he's just a dog astray CHAPTER 7

SUMMARY: You always wanted to become a police officer. And you became one of them, brilliantly and they offered you your first case. “The Ghosts” case. The case of fleeting people and one sneaky bastard parkouring around the town to annoy you. You swore to yourself to catch him them.

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NOTE: Will we all agree that I’ll post on Fridays instead of Thrusdays but in my head it will be for Thursday so I’ll stick to Friday? Great. So, yes I’m updating this series with a new chapter! I hope you’ll like it! 💕

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When you opened your eyes, you couldn't really recall where you were. The only thing you could tell was that your entire body hurt badly as you tried to move on the couch you were on. Everything was pretty blurred all around you, you still were a bit shaken from what had happened to you during this night. Oh right, what had happened to you.

Oh wait. Where were you?

You suddenly sat up on the couch, looking all around you, making your head spin hardly. Fuck, you still were a bit weakened by everything. You were under a blanket, in your clothes, with a bottle of water. No, you dreamed about it. This wasn't possible, you weren't that stupid when you were in danger, right? It was probably Jake's place, it was the only possibility because you didn't know that place. Of course, it was Jake's place, right? You put your feet on the ground, sitting with the blanket still on your lap and reached for the bottle of water, it was still a bit painful. These guys yesterday really wanted to hurt you, and they had almost succeeded, you could only thank your gun for being with you at that moment, otherwise you would be dead or in hospital and this was the last thing you had wanted. You smelled coffee coming from what you thought was the kitchen, and hoped to see Jake coming from the room. No, you didn't hope, you knew it would be Jake. But instead, you saw this damned smile and the golden locks. Oh fuck, you did that.

It was Four. The guy you were spying on for so long, leaning against the door frame with a smirk, a fucking smirk. You were about to lose your job, it was sure. But at the same time it hit you: you weren't tied up and he seemed pretty relaxed for a criminal, drinking coffee from his cup as he looked down at you. You tried to recall what had happened last night, and you thought that you were absolutely the biggest moron this earth has ever seen. You remembered telling him that you had no place to go, and probably you fainted right after because everything went dark a few seconds later. Great, y/n, you thought

“Slept well, cute cop?” He asked you as you squinted.

“What am I doing here?” You asked, hoping that he would have the answers to the questions you had, questions that you were probably the only one able to answer at that moment.

“Who the hell knows, somebody rang at my door and the first thing I know it's that you're standing there, half-dead and asking for help.”

“Why you didn't tie me up?”

“So I succeeded to lure you into bondage, didn't I,” he joked before sitting on the chair next to the couch and you sighed. What had you thought when you came there yesterday, really? “I don't know,” he finally said before taking you gun out of his pocket, “took your gun, and you're helpless now so I thought that there was no need to tie you up as you looked pretty bad yourself.”

Fuck. He really had your gun in his hands, and if he wanted he could pull the trigger. But he didn't kill you right away, he waited for you to wake up, he wrote letters to you, so probably if he had wanted to kill you, he would have done it a while ago, right? You leaned your head against the couch, closing your eyes, and you remembered that you hit your head and now it did hurt a lot, great. Bad idea. You were absolutely screwed, for various reasons.

“So, what's the plan? You'll kill me, right? You'll bring me to One, your boss to make me talk? I just need some answers to prepare my speech,” you said to him as you opened your eyes.

“We're nemesises, or whatever,” said to you while casually putting your gun on the small table in front of him, “but when somebody's hurt by assholes and comes to see their nemesis to ask for help, there's no team and no fight you know.”

“No team and no fight you say...”

“We're criminals, not animals,” he stated with a smirk. “Besides, if you can tell me who these assholes were, I'll be glad to talk about them to my squad for... You know... Work purposes,” he continued with a wink.

“I would have never thought that I would say that you are a nice guy,” you admitted and reached again the bottle of water to drink from it.

“Compliment from the pretty cop, that's something nice to hear,” he whispered and you rolled your eyes. “So, before all of this becomes awkward when you'll feel better, I can make you some coffee, you can splash your face with water or whatever before leaving. Because I guess you want to leave, until you're still into bon...”

“Wilhelm,” you groaned and he blinked confused. You knew his name, of course you did. Since you knew where he lived you were able to find out his name and so much more – unless all of this was fake.

“How you...”

“Wilhelm Jdanow, nicknamed Billy am I right,” you smirked pleased as he ran his fingers through his shining golden locks.

“Wow,” he murmured, quite impressed. “You're really so much more than a cute cop.”

“I don't know if I should be glad about the compliment or to want to throw you into jail even more,” you replied after huffing. “But your Ghosts squad is really a pain in the ass to catch...”

“That's the name you gave us? So sick,” instantly his expression shifted from being impressed to excited.

“Don't get too excited or I'll jail you,” you warned him with a little smile.

“You have no proof, no permit and you slept here, with a criminal,” and immediately after saying these last words he began to babble, a bit flustered. “I mean, you know what I mean! Plus, you're compromised for the moment, cute cop!”

“Fuck you Billy,” you said while shaking your head.

“Yes please,” he replied, cheekier than ever and you rolled your eyes. “So, tell me things about you, so we'll be on equal footing because you seem to now a lot.”

“I won't tell you anything more about me, would be too easy. You made my life hell for the past few years, I want you to taste my hell. And I'm pretty sure One knows a lot about me, you should just ask him.”

“Fucking unfair,” he complained, vouched on the chair.

“If you're smart enough, you'll find things about me Billy. So... Where's the bathroom?”

“Over here,” he said while tilting his head on the left, “I'll make you coffee then.”

You stood up, feeling absolutely like shit and absolutely in pain. With too much on your mind, you made your way to his bathroom, not the most luxurious one but this would be enough for you to clean up your face. And he was right, you looked really bad. You looked pale, almost greenish and you had small eyes. You were definitely tired, and it was showing now. You turned around, and rose your hoodie to look at your back the best you could. Outch, it was worse than your face and that wasn't a compliment neither for your back or for your face. You put your sweatshirt back down, before letting the water flow from the sink.

The cold water woke you up a bit, and you sighed right after. This was awkward. This was even worse than that, this was illegal. Your investigation was illegal, you were staying in the house of one of the men you were chasing without the ability to jail him, he had your gun and could probably kill you, but instead he offered you coffee and a shelter for the night. Either you were crazy either it was him. Or both, you both were crazy. You went out the bathroom, and found a cup of coffee on the small table, along with your gun. Billy was in the kitchen probably. You could leave, like a burglar, pretend that this never happened and chase them again, but you didn't want to. He was too nice with you to leave like this. So you sat back on the couch, taking your gun in your pocket and sipping coffee. And as he came back, he smiled at you.

“Feeling better now?” You nodded.

“Thanks for everything, and especially for the letters,” you finally told him and he just brushed it off as if it was nothing. “You really helped me with your case.”

“No problem, y/n,” he said and you shivered hearing your name coming from his lips. Of course he knew, he has been sending you letters for the past few weeks. “So, after you leave, we continue the letter thing, you'll continue being around my house and I'll have to pick you up every few nights because of some assholes in the streets?” He made you smirk.

“You wish,” you replied. “We definitely continue the letter thing, I'm growing into this, it's a kind of new routine for me.”

“Nice,” he said and you could almost see a sparkle in his eyes. “So, I guess it's my turn to answer your letter. I'll post is soon.”

“I can't wait to read it then, Billy.”

And you sure were curious to hear from him after all that.

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Ghost of you, 16/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 16/?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: "He went straight to the restricted area where he had locked Colin and dismissed the guard standing there. He needed to talk with the scientist alone. It wouldn’t be nice."

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“We're all capable of the most incredible change. We can evolve while still staying true to who we are. We can honour who we've been and choose who we want to be next.” - Doctor Who.

CHAPTER 16:

Tegan hadn’t given anyone any explanation. After he was told by Camden that the scientist that maybe was behind this entire nightmare was called Myrtle Appleton, his brain had frozen on the information and he had known where to go for the next information to get. He was furious and his quick steps along with his clenched fists were a good clue of this anger boiling in his veins. He went straight to the restricted area where he had locked Colin and dismissed the guard standing there. He needed to talk with the scientist alone. It wouldn’t be nice. Tegan was tired of being the good boy. He was the boss now. He was in charge. It hadn’t been easy but there he was. He stopped in front of the door and put his hands on his hips. His eye and jaw were still hurting from the fists they had met earlier but it was war wounds. Colin was outrageously relaxed for someone who had been sacked and locked away. Tegan was resisting the envy of throwing him out of the lab and letting him see how he would survive out there. It was a chance that he hadn’t done it yet since Colin was gonna be really useful if he accepted to speak. Tegan wouldn’t get inside his prison. It would be playing Colin’s game. He would just do what he had to do by staying outside. One black eye was enough for him. He observed Colin. The scientist was lain on the desk of the room and watching the ceiling. He had a smirk on his face. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the whole situation. He was annoyed to have been caught but he was living it quite well. And this was infuriating Tegan. How could this mad scientist be so happy with himself when he almost killed a man? Colin didn’t move or made anything that could let Tegan know that he had seen him. He was voluntarily ignoring him. He maybe thought that it would force the neurologist to get mad and make a mistake, but Tegan didn’t plan on losing this battle. He remained silent for a long moment. Such a long moment that Colin finally believed that he was gone without a word. Only to face him when he decided to move. He smirked and put his hands in his pockets. He was gonna play it cool. He wasn’t gonna let Tegan see how furious he was for this situation. If the man was there, it was for a good reason. He would either push him out – Colin doubted the man would have the courage to do such a thing though – or he needed something particular and that option was far more interesting for the fired scientist. “Well, you’re the last person I was expecting to come here to visit me.” Tegan didn’t reply. Not yet. He didn’t want to play that game. He was gonna let himself fall into one of Colin’s trap. This time, he was gonna be the clever manipulative one. He was gonna try at least. He couldn’t remember a time where he had manipulated someone. He was too nice for this. But times changed and so did he. “No one is allowed to come and visit you.” “Except for the gargoyles keeping me here.” “Just be glad they’re bringing you food.” “You’re still a disappointing poofta, Tegan. Unable to even throw me out when the envy is burning in you. Too much of a good heart you. It will lose you one day.” “Don’t tempt me. This crossed my mind more than once.” “You think but you don’t do anything.” “Except I’ve fired you.” “Only after I punched you twice.” “Your aggressivity is just a way to get revenge for what your older sister made you go through.” Touché. Tegan knew he had won a point at the face Colin pulled. Even if he was trying to keep a straight face, there had been a subtle change in his expression that betrayed him. His sister was his weak point. Two siblings, two brilliant but rotten scientists. “Don’t you dare looking into my personal files.” “Why not? I’m your boss now.” “Boss of nothing! You’ve fired me!” “As long as you’re here, you’re still under my responsibility. That’s why I have access to your personal files.” “But you don’t have Missy’s.” “Myrtle Appleton, distinguished specialist of the Xeroderma pigmentosum. Author of three impressive books about the disease. Dubious methods but the results are there.” “Found this on her Wikipedia page?” “They don’t mention that she’s the one who started the whole noctiagus infection.” The silence that followed this information confirmed Tegan’s words. Myrtle Appleton was the one who let the virus out of her laboratory. Was it intentional or not, it was a question that didn’t matter anymore at this point. If she was caught, she would have huge troubles. “It was an accident,” growled Colin. He wasn’t gonna let this man without family badmouthing on the only member of his. Myrtle and him used to be very close. Almost like twins. They shared the same passion for sciences, for experiences, for the dubious methods. They were both geniuses of course and they were rivals on the scientific field. Myrtle was doing better than him at the moment but he intended on beating her on her own field.

– Flashback –

Colin ran to the flat he was sharing with Myrtle in town. First, there was that alarming article in the newspaper was alarming. He was the first one to have been called after that and he had had to ask for a free afternoon to Maxence so he could fix this problem. A problem that hadn’t been fixed. Myrtle couldn’t have her job back because she had been caught paying men and women that desperately needed money to run her experiences on them. She hadn’t told them that the Xeroderma would be inoculated to them for her to try to find a cure to this disease that once killed her precious child. This disease was still haunting her twenty years later and she was constantly looking for a way to cure it, as a way to save the daughter she had loved so much, a daughter who left a hole that could never be filled in her heart. Only Colin knew that story. Most people thought that she was doing it because it was her vocation. Most scientists didn’t have a particular story with the field they were working on. They just were doing this because their natural curiosity and will to change things orientated them this way. Myrtle was this way before all this story and she couldn’t talk to anyone about this because no one would understand and she preferred dealing with this on her own anyway. This was why she was being so secret on her researches and the way she was getting her results. No one needed to know why it was so important to her to find a cure to this disease. No one needed to know why she so desperately wanted to save someone who was already dead. No one needed to know that instead of a cure, she had created something far more dangerous. “What’s the matter, Missy?” Colin always hated being bothered during a day of work, especially since he was a rival to Maxence Spitz, one of the greatest minds of this century, but he could never resist the call of troubles. So when Missy had called to tell him to come immediately, when she had told him that it was urgent and that he better get his ass back home quickly, he had answered immediately. Her words and her tone had been enough for him to run to the flat where she had been hiding since she was fired. She hadn’t stopped her experiences. Far from it. And one of them must have gone wrong. “Don’t tell me you’ve told me to rush here for nothing, Missy!” “Not so loud, brother.” She finally showed up to face him and he sighed when he saw that she was wearing her favourite purple outfit with that thing she was daring calling a hat. She also had her white smock on, which she quickly got rid off and threw on the couch. “You were gonna be late for the eclipse.” “I hope you didn’t make me run all the way to here just for this stupid eclipse Spitz has forecast.” “Actually, I was thinking you could help me with a little something.” She gestured to him the little something with her thumb and forefinger slightly spread. Colin was feeling the anger boil in him. Missy was always taking things so lightly and making fun of them when he was being more serious. One of the clearest differences between them. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms on his chest. “What have you done again?” “Time for a hide and seek game.” “I don’t want to play anything.” Missy groaned. Her brother could be so annoying sometimes but they didn’t have much time to waste. They had to leave this flat and play that hide and seek game for the sake of the world. “Okay, fine!” she sighed. “One of them escaped. He’s got the symptoms. We gotta find him.” This admission from his sister made him fly off the handle. He had always known it would happen and she had sworn it would never happen. They teamed up and while everyone was looking up to the sky, they were looking for a man with particular symptoms. Someone they couldn’t find. And that was gonna have serious consequences on the world…

– Fin –

Colin was raging now. He couldn’t believe that someone found the truth. Of course, it shouldn’t have gone this far. Him and Missy would have serious troubles if they were caught. They had known the truth of this pandemic since the beginning and they had kept it hidden. Missy was behind this whole mess and she was as unfindable as the patient zero. The situation had made communication really hard but her and Colin always found a way to get in touch with each other. He wasn’t someone who was worrying easily but Missy was his only family and he really hoped that nothing bad had happened to her. He was the only allowed to hurt her and with the situation they were in right now, he definitely was gonna make her pay for it if he was finding her before anyone else. She better be alive! “Where is she?” “As if I was gonna tell you.” Tegan had foreseen this reaction from Colin. He didn’t insist and left the corridor. Colin raised an eyebrow. He doubted that Tegan would abandon so easily. He would come back for his answers. What did he expect? That finding the patient zero would help them find a cure? Colin knew everything about this patient and he had never been able to find anything. Why would the stupid neurologist find anything? He shrugged and lay back down. The sound of the meds hatch – the food hatch in his case – followed by the sound of broken glass and the loud closing of the hatch made him move quickly. His heart stopped when he saw a broken phial on the floor. The pieces of glass were drowning in a crimson fluid that could only be blood. Tegan was standing on the other side of the door in a hazmat suit. It confirmed Colin’s fear: this blood hadn’t arrived here by accident and the ventilation was off. Tegan had decided to take drastic steps. “Are you out of your mind?!” roared Colin. “I’m perfectly fine, thanks. You’re clever enough to know what this means.” “We don’t know how the virus infects people.” “Maybe. But breathing in infected fluids always proved itself to be efficient to spread a virus.” Colin furiously hit the security window of the door. It didn’t even tremble. Tegan didn’t even blink. The man had grown a pair and Colin was paying for everything he had made him go through. He had underestimated him and now he was a prisoner of a man who could kill him in a snap of his fingers. The monster was never the one we thought. “You know what you have to do if you want to survive this.” “I don’t know where she is!” “Liar!” “I swear I don’t know! Haven’t had any news in years. You can check on my computer! There’s everything about her researches in a folder!” “Access codes?” “The Master, 17453219.” Tegan noted it all and put the little notepad and pen back in his pocket. He took a few steps away and suddenly turned around. “By the way, it isn’t infected blood. Just some food colouring. Goodnight.” The muffled roar of rage he heard after this admission was enough to bring a smile on his bruised face. He wasn’t proud to have done this. It really wasn’t like him to do such a thing. If it hadn’t been Colin, he would have felt worse. But in time of war, you needed to be cleverer than the enemy and Colin obviously was the enemy in this situation.

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Myrtle Appleton was no woman to die so easily. She was still outside despite the chaos she had created. Colin had let her down in her researches for her missing patient. When he had seen the mess she had created, he had told her that he would cover her in the precious lab he was working on and find a cure but he had never managed to do such a thing. If she herself hadn’t been able to find a cure, why would he? Anyway, this cure was hers to find. It was her researches, her problem. Even if the whole world was currently working on the Xeroderma, she wouldn’t let them get all the glory. Especially not this Doctor Colin was complaining about. What was his name already? His worst rival but also his boss… she couldn’t remember. Her cerebral activity had slowed down a little bit. That’s was her fault. Now that the world was such a mess, she could pursue her researches and not be worried about the consequences of the way she was working. She could pick a subject out there and run her tests. After all, that’s what they were all doing in their precious labs. She hadn’t seen many of them outside though but she had heard rumours about vans and soldiers wandering in the streets. She was staying hidden. She didn’t want them to find her. If they knew, if Colin had spoken… No, he wouldn’t betray her like that. Even if their intelligence made them real enemies, a certain honour code was present in their genes. As well as madness. It was a trait their mother had given to them. A mother who died after giving birth to Colin. They were raised by their father, a poor guy totally overwhelmed by the evil genius of his kids. They were teenagers when he ran away and left them to handle things on their own. Their passion for unconventional experiences was already there. Sciences weren’t the only fields where they had become experts. They were redoubtable separately but together they could be the worst criminals this country ever saw. They had never been caught thankfully. It was just small things. At least, for her, it was. Colin had done terrible things with her help and now she was feeling guilty for this. Maybe that was why she had done what she did. She was alone to survive out there and it wasn’t easy. Especially when you were dragging an emotional burden like hers. Watching all those zombies wandering around the town and dying one after another was reminding her of the death of her daughter twenty years ago. This death had made her who she was but it was also what made her regret all she did. Now it was time for redemption, time to pay for all of these shits she had done. She had infected herself with the original strain of this virus she had created. All she wanted at that moment was to disappear, to die, to meet with her daughter again. However, the virus had refused to work on her. She was clearly infected. Her blood was carrying the Xeroderma molecules and the cells of the foreign body were multiplying themselves in her. For some reasons though, she wasn’t developing any symptom. With the time passing by, she had noticed that one of her eyes had gone black and that her cerebral activity was slowing down. She was affected, just not in the way she had thought. It made her a living specimen willing to be a part of the researches as an object of study. Once again, it was an act of redemption. She had created this mess, she could be a part of the solution. She would assume all the consequences that would follow. She had looked for the still opened laboratories all around the country and she hadn’t been surprised to find out that the CRCD was the only one still in activity. The biggest lab of the country obviously had been the one chosen for the hard work of finding a cure. No wonder why Colin wanted to stay hidden here. He wanted all the glory for him and staying in this place was a first step. She hadn’t contacted him in months. He would be surprised to have her showing up to the CRCD. He would say that she was mad for sacrificing herself like this too but she wasn’t like him. She had a consciousness and it was bothering her more and more with the days passing by. He probably would never feel the weight of remorse and regrets but she did. In the end, she was the most human of them both. She always had been somehow. The dark silhouette of the huge laboratory showed up in the light of the sunset. It looked like a gigantic prison with all these walls and railings and doors with small hubs. There used to be guards in those hubs but the current times had forced them to run to a hiding place like everyone. The CRCD wasn’t vulnerable though. All the doors were firmly closed and if you weren’t a part of the lab, you couldn’t get the authorisation of getting in. She still didn’t know how she would get in but she would find a way. She walked through the deserted parking where the carcasses of hundreds of abandoned cars were waiting for owners that probably would never drive them ever again. She reached a post of control and used the intercom she found there to try to contact someone from the inside. She was quite anxious, but it wasn’t gonna stop her from doing the right thing for once. She got no answer from anyone even after long minutes of waiting. She tried again to be given the same results. She should have expected it though. They would all be on alert and their intercom had a camera. If they saw her black eye, they would think she was a sick person who found her way here. They certainly wouldn’t open to someone like her unless she gave them a reason to. They would come and see who she was and ask what she was doing here. The door was opened. A large enough opening to let a group of five armed guards aiming their guns at her appear. She raised her hands and sighed dramatically. “Shoot me in the heart if you really want me dead.” “Name and reason to be here.” “Oh, wow. They don’t teach you politeness in here.” She pointed her thumb on the CRCD. She was joking around to hide the fact that she was tensed. She wasn’t afraid of death. She was actually waiting for it. She would prefer avoiding such a violent death though. She wanted a clean one. She couldn’t be a hero but she could do a good thing before dying. “Name and reason to be here.” “Doctor Myrtle Appleton, Xeroderma Pigmentosum specialist. I wanna see your boss.” “Why?” “I doubt he or she is telling you everything about the current situation but I guess that if you tell him or her that I can be an excellent asset for their researches, he or she will be highly interested.” “You are infected.” “I know. I did it to myself.” “Go away. We’re not accepting the nightwalkers around here.” “I’m not an ordinary… Is that how you’re calling the sick people? Nightwalkers?” “Ma’am, we’re gonna have to shoot you if you don’t leave now.” “Tell your boss I’m Myrtle Appleton and that I’m the person who started this whole mess. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be interested. Or she. Whatever gender they are.” The guards looked at each other briefly. They were taking her seriously. Perfect. She had managed to draw their attention on her. One of them stepped away to contact the lab and ask what they should do in the current situation. Her future and the future of the whole world were between the hands of this man in black.

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Maxence had come out of his worrying condition but Zachary still wasn’t reassured. He was keeping his eyes on Maxence’s brain activity as recorded by the sensors in his blood. They were better than a couple hours ago but they weren’t good enough for his liking. He didn’t know much about neurology but he knew that what he was seeing wasn’t good. He was entering the data in their working space. Except for Liv who had come earlier because he was struggling to breathe, no one had seen it all yet. His condition was getting worse and worse. He already had a heart attack – provoked by a mistake but still – and his breathing wasn’t the best. Liv had added her own observations and they weren’t to reassure anyone. He was aware of the risks for him if he kept fighting but he was ignoring them. He was working on the cure as if nothing was happening to him. Right now, he was busy taking a test he had himself created from stuff Rose had told him. Pictures of people from his surroundings were scattered on the interactive wall and he was adding names to the faces he could see. A cerebral test he was forcing himself to do so he wouldn’t lose his skills. The disease was already reducing him to nothing and he hated it. He was refusing his condition and living as normally as he could. He was even forcing himself to eat when he wasn’t hungry at all. Beside his bed, there was a bowl full of Shreddies with a mix of fruits. Easy thing to nibble whenever he felt like it. He grabbed the bowl and did another test for his brain. He liked the fruity and fresh taste on his tongue. In the other cage, Liv was doing the last tests on Allegro. The first two tests she had made were negative. It meant that Allegro’s blood was sane again, that the little cells of the virus hadn’t survived. His body had been fighting the noctiagus and had rejected it. His blood was gonna be precious for the researches if the third test was negative. So the captain of the guards was rather anxious at this moment. “How can you be so fast in bringing me the results of my tests when it takes two days for a quarantine?” “A quarantine implies that several persons are under the tent. It takes more time to exclude each risk.” “It also gives more time to the virus to infect everyone.” “We’re always thinking that you’re all infected when you come back from town. We shouldn’t probably. We’ve been lucky so far.” “We shouldn’t push that luck too far.” “I don’t think we need to worry about this. You and Kyle might be the key we needed for that cure.” “Then, being locked here would have been useful.” “It saved you already. So it’s been quite useful yeah.” “I don’t consider myself as saved.” He pointed to the large bruise on his head that was a constant reminder that he had reacted to the virus at some point. It was frightening to think about it and this was why he was always pushing the thought away when it was coming back to him. He was holding on to the hope that he might be out of here soon. That was more than enough at the moment. He would have to find another motivation to go back to work when he would be allowed to. “Quite a day.” “Awful day for everyone.” The face Olivia was making was telling more to him than any word. His name hasn’t been mentioned but they both were thinking about the same man: Maxence Spitz who was locked in the cage just next to his. The black wall and the fact that the cages were soundproofed were keeping Allegro from knowing more than what he was told. “He was better last time I’ve seen Rose.” “His mind is fighting still. But his body is giving up on him.” “How long do you think he’s gonna hold on?” “Not much, I’m afraid.” Liv didn’t know how right she was. Maxence was trying to identify the person on the picture that was on the wall but the answer was lost in the mess of his mind. The answer was right there but he couldn’t access it and it was frustrating him. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The headache was there already, he couldn’t avoid it anymore. He pressed a random answer on the screen but the computer refused to accept it although he was insisting on the ‘done’ button. What he thought was the ‘done’ button. It wasn’t very clear. His glasses were giving him a better sight but the noctiagus was destroying it. A sudden peak of pain hit his head and the bowl he was holding crashed to the ground. He pressed his hands on his head. The pain was unbearable. He stepped toward the bed and could only tangle his feet. His body wasn’t obeying him anymore. Neither did his mind. And the cold hard ground was the last thing he saw before the darkness won over him…

To be continued...

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The thought of Maxence dying forced Jack to stop speaking for a moment. He didn’t turn off the recording. He just needed a moment to breathe deeply and pull himself back together. He looked down, moved away, took deep breaths. Maxence being infected was a hard blow on him but there still was that hope to save him. Maxence fighting the virus had been a good thing at first but now… he was dying and Jack couldn’t handle that. He was putting his brace face on when he had to face everyone but deep down… deep down, he wished for this nightmare to be over. With all the geniuses gathered in this place, how could this cure still be unreachable?

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