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Need To Know-Part Four

by: Terissa Brozina

Disclaimer: The Invisible Man (2000 series) and its characters are copyrighted to the Sci-Fi channel and USA Cable Entertainment. All rights reserved.

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[A poet named Moore once said that "To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it." Well, my life put me as the fox...and it was hunting season.]

The room was empty again, this time no doctor was there or lab scientist or experimentalist in that matter. Darien tried to make another attempt at moving this time making sure to take it very slow. He managed to get to a sitting position, sort of. A few deep painful breaths later Darien opened his eyes and canvassed the room. Nothing absolutely nothing. What had happened? He could not remember much of anything but Hobbes complaining about some Nazi shooting at him and monkeys. Little too confusing he thought. Nausea made an attempt to release his lunch, if that is what it was that wanted to come up but he forced it down.

"Well Fawkes, time to move the butt." Darien spoke sarcastically to himself while sliding his long slender legs off the bed to dangle over the side for a moment before cautiously trying to stand. At first, when the pain had subsided he felt his balance grab a hold and made to stand. He stood for a moment before gravity pulled his seemingly over heavy body back toward earth. "AH!" Darien curled slightly in the fetal position the wave of pain was suffocating and the air thick around him.

"Snake Fawkes, check the snake." This ritual of glancing at insanity was wearing thin. The snake shown half of its red sections. Good he thought, one less thing to worry about. Darien moved slowly to get back to his feet, while scaling the bed for support. He stood for a moment arms straight on the mattress, head hanging low between. Nausea past after a few moments and he could hear more than his heart pounding with every pulse of pain.

"Damn, that must have really hurt Mr. Fawkes."

The voice was startling but almost expected in the light of things. "Oh yea, felt like the third circle of Hell." Darien moved his injured body around to face the man. Where shock should have been, exhaustion was replaced with a sigh. "This day just keeps getting better and better." His body swayed in sequence with his heavy breathing. "How have you been lately, Lawson? They let you out of the nut house for seeing invisible men?"

Luke Lawson shifted his weight from leg to leg inside his Khaki slacks. A devilish smirk spread across his face at the sight of the badly wounded agent.

"Ah, it is a good day and you and I both know there is a real invisible man. He happens to be you Mr. Fawkes, unless they took the gland out already. Which I am sure they haven't, what would make them do something like that? Your too valuable as their rat."

Although Lawson was stating the same predictions Darien had already known, they still bore down on him with a great force. "So, now I am your rat, is that it? 'Cause I ain't workin' for you, if that is what your wanting. Hey? Even better, I'm not doing anything for you." His words were finely laced with hatred, everyone.

Lawson wrapped his hands behind his back and began to walk around the bed and Fawkes. "Well, that is where you are wrong my friend. "You," won't be working for me Mr. Fawkes but there is a Gland in your brain that will."