[Cordelia]"Stop this madness," I scream in Henri's face. "I do not love you. I will never love you. My heart belongs to..."The sting of his hand on my face knocks me over. I wrap my arms around my son protectively, shielding him from the fall, and keeping him from further harm. He is balling uncontrollably now, confused and scared. The red mark on his leg has started to bleed. The door slams open and Atlas charges forth like a raging bull, slamming his fist into Henri's face, knocking loose one of his perfect teeth. The two men fall to the floor, Atlas' fists striking him over and over again. "Atlas stop! You'll kill him," I beg. But Atlas doesn't listen. Enraged, he is more like a beast than a man, unable to turn off whatever primal instinct made him reach out and protect his family by force. Clark rushes into the room along with Tilly, whose eyes are as wide as saucers. Seeing me on the floor, she drops her knees and pulls me into her arms as her fiance grabs his brother's arms
[Atlas]I've been stuck in this interrogation room for two hours, unable to speak with anyone except for the detectives who have come in and out of the room for wasting the millions of dollars in taxpayer money I've wasted by revealing my secret, stealing the opportunity to catch Magnus and those associated with him."If you just stayed out of sight, we wouldn't be in this mess. But not only could you NOT do that," the detective fumed, "You had to assault a Canadian citizen who was visiting to support a friend--your ex-wife." "He was assaulting her!" I try not to scream, but I'm tired of all this back-and-forth nonsense. "What was I supposed to do? Let him beat my wife while I watch and stay safe?""Well frankly," the officer raised his eyebrow, "Yes. For the sake of the investigation." "I couldn't let him hurt her," my hands ache from squeezing the sides of the table as I try to contain my rage. "As for your investigation, I don't give a fuck about it anymore. If you had just let me
[Atlas]The police lead me to an observation room. On the other end of a two-way mirror sits Sydney Bryant in a pretty pink suit, her blonde hair sitting up on her head in a neat updo. She looks more irritated than afraid as she stares up a the officer."Ms. Bryant, you have been connected to a very serious crime. Accessory to attempted murder of an infant. Murder, if the child dies," the officer bends forward, bringing himself to eye-level with Sydney. "That's a prison sentence of at least 25 years. Considering the victim is so young, and the death so gruesome, you may be looking at life in prison." Sydney stares back at him unphased. "I don't know what you are talking about officer," she squits and looks at his badge. "Davies, but I'm going to report you to your supervisor for poor conduct. You have no grounds to hold me here. Say goodbye to your badge." "Don't be so sure, Ms. Bryant," the officer's tone becomes deeper, more intense. "Your friend, Henri St. Croix was more than h
[Cordelia]In just a few short hours, I watched as Jasper went from bad to worse. The doctors are baffled. While we were able to determine that he has indeed been injected with some kind of accelerant for the virus, we aren't sure how it is attacking his lungs so precisely, or why it is accelerating his illness. The best theory we have is that the family curse was always potentially a problem, that the tumors may have already been there, but that whatever he had been injected with took the situation from mild to severe. "So are you saying that if there had not been any interference, he might have still gotten sick?""Yes," the doctor confirmed. "But it would have been much later. He might have reached adolescence before it became an issue, and by then he'd have been much stronger and more likely to survive treatment." He then goes on to explain that the virus was the cause of his initial cold and that based on their tests, there is evidence to show that the sickness was enhanced sev
[Cordelia]"Magnus.""Good morning, Cordelia. It's been a while. How are you doing?" This monster asks as he stands over my dying son, a syringe in his hand. "Get away from my son you sick son of a bitch!" I scream as I leap from my chair. His hand presses the needle into the base of the IV. "I wouldn't if I were you. I'm an old man. My hand might slip, ending your son's life." I stop. "Why are you here, Magnus," I hold myself still, a protective hand on Jasper's chest. "If you wanted him dead, you'd have already killed him."A feline grin stretches across his face, twisting his features. He is still handsome and charming, but now his true evil is written across his face. "You are correct, Ms Devaroux. I do want something from you. Something very important for both of us."How dare he come here and make demands of me. He is already killing my son, what more could he possibly do? "Why bother," I scoff. "He's already dead. You made sure of that." "Oh Cordelia," he shakes his finger,
[Cordelia]The substance he is using to slowly kill my son is stuck in the IV line, unable to progress.Seeing this, Magnust reaches into his pocket to grab another syringe. Something in me snaps. Screaming, I yank the IV from my son's arm. Jasper starts to cry immediately, the pain from having the catheter pulled from his tender flesh waking him from his fitful slumber. As Magnus reaches into his pocket to grab another syringe, I lunge at him toppling us both over onto the ground. "LEAVE MY BABY ALONE!" I hit him with everything I have, grabbing anything I can find to cause him pain. But he is too strong. He pulls himself out from under me easily and I fall forward, tripping on wires and cords. "I was going to go easy on you, and help you save your child, but you had to be difficult!" He stands up, looking for the syringe he dropped. "I have all the facilities I need to make your cure almost instantly. I just need the damn papers! And I know that your husband will bring them to me
[Cordelia]I wish the moment with Magnus had been a terrible dream. A nightmare that I could wake from.But life is not that generous. It seems it is my fate to lose my family over and over again."Somebody drugged you," Atlas tells me as he sits by my bed, explaining what had happened over the last three days. "And they used the drug that almost killed you before. Thankfully, those doses are completely out of your system because...damn it."Between Jasper disappearing and me almost dying, Atlas is a mess. I can tell by his rumpled appearance that he has not left my side. Whatever Magnus had given me, that "mild sedative," put me in a coma for three days.Maybe he was trying to kill me, only slowly, like he's doing with Jasper, to force our hand in finding the cure. Then why doesn't he want me to tell Atlas? Wouldn't he get the cure quicker if Atlas knew that was the condition for releasing our son?And then it strikes me--the one time he went to a Steele for their cure, they died to
[Jude]"Whose baby is this?"The man in the black coat didn't say anything, he just handed me the baby with a note from Magnus. _________________________MR. DAVIS,This child is a carrier of the VC1-27 mutation. He is 6 months old and has been given 5 doses of your vaccine with a clear negative effect. Please sample his blood and modify your serum as needed. We will start tests again in 3 months.Your new lab assistant is Ms. Sydney Bryant. Daily care of the baby will be her primary responsibility so please keep that in mind while assigning tasks. The man who handed this to you is Henri St.Croix. He will be overseeing your operation silently to ensure you are meeting quality standards. He does not speak, but he does listen. Looking forward to your next report.__________________________It isn't signed but it is on official Fisher Pharma stationary, so I know it is from him. My benefactor, Magnus Fisher."Can you take a message back to Mr. Fisher for me?" I ask the man and he pause