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“I’m leaving.”
“Good luck, Doctor Knight,” he says, picking up the phone to betray me.
I leave Edison Enterprises in a rush, trying not to panic. I do not want to be involved with the military. Their historical treatment of scientists and test subjects suggests I will regret it. I have two choices left to me.
I can stay, and wait for the military to come find me. Bad choice. Or I can get the hell out of here while I still can.
It’s not even a difficult decision to make.
I rush home, pack what I need. The rest of the Regenermax, and not much else. I go to the ATM, cash out my savings. It’s enough to get by if I stay in cheap motels. Then I remember Briarlee. Fuck. What am I going to do about Briarlee?
I decide to tell her the truth.
I was going to call her, but it’s safer to just throw the phone away. They can track that. Fuck. I don’t want them getting into it, so I take a hammer and I pound it until it’s just plastic dust on the bench.
My laptop, I’m taking. Turn the wireless off and they can’t find me. I need the data on it. I’d need a laboratory to synthesize Regenermax again, but I could never do it without my research notes.
I walk out of my apartment. I don’t bother to lock the door. That will save them breaking it down later.
I head straight to Briarlee’s place.
“Hey,” she smiles as she greets me at the door. “Ready for dessert?”
God, she looks good. I fist her hair and pull her in for a deep kiss. She sighs into my mouth, a perfect little fuck angel.
Before I know what’s happening, I have her on the floor, legs spread, pussy wrapped around my cock. The front door isn’t even all the way closed. I don’t care. With her legs wrapped around me, I’m in heaven, plunging in and out of that perfect pussy that is mine, all goddamn mine.
“Wow,” she pants when she’s once more filled with my cum. “It gets hotter every time. I think I have rug burn though.”
“Sorry,” I rumble, turning her over onto her stomach. She does have a little red rash on the crowns of her cheeks. It’s kind of cute. “Nothing to worry about,” I tell her with a little slap that makes her yelp. I deal with that by kissing her thoroughly until all complaints turn to soft little breathy moans.
“I didn’t expect you back so soon,” she smiles up at me. “Used to be a day or more before you’d come to ravage me.”
“I had to come,” I say. “I…”
Oh, god. I had almost completely forgotten why I came here.
“This is serious,” I say, sitting her up in my lap as I sit cross-legged on the floor. “The company is sending the military after me. They say my treatment is owned by them.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“They wanted me to wait and be picked up. Told me I was property of the government now, because of the treatment and, shit, I don’t know, Briarlee. But I’m heading out of town. I’m not going to tell you where I’m going because they’re probably going to work out that you know me and they might ask you some questions. I don’t want you to get caught in the middle of this. You should go and stay with your mom and dad.”
“What?” She scowls. “I’m not going to my mom and dad’s house. I’m coming with you.”
* * *
Briarlee
What he said sounds like bullshit. I don’t know if I even believe him, except for the fact that Daniel, in any form, has never lied to me. Not even when we were kids. He looks serious too. Not scared, just determined.
“The military aren’t going to know what hit them if they take you,” I smirk.
“I’m stronger than I was,” he says. “But I’m not bulletproof. I don’t know what they’d do with me once they took me, but I don’t really want to find out. It doesn’t feel good to be referred to as property.”
“Well, sometimes it does.” I smile up at him.
“You’re different,” he smirks, kissing me again.
“I’m yours, so take me with you.”
“This could be dangerous, Briar. Really dangerous. It’s not just the military. It’s me. The treatment still isn’t at its peak. I could be your worst nightmare. And they could arrest you for criminal conspiracy, or something, I don’t know.”
I don’t care.
“I’ve spent the last fifteen years wishing you hadn’t sacrificed so much for me,” I say. “That drunk driver would have hit my side if you hadn’t turned the car. You took the impact for me.”
“I was fifteen, I panicked. I wasn’t brave or…”
“Yes, you were,” I say. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You looked at me and you pulled the wheel.” I remember everything that happened that night. I remember how brave he was. I remember how I teased him when he picked me up because he’d had to sneak out and was still in his superhero-themed pajama pants. He was a real hero that night, and he’s been heroic every day since. It’s my turn to be brave.
