Hollow Man: Revisted (CLOSED)

INTRODUCTION (OOC)

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(I always loved that statement, plastered right in the middle of text book and tech manuals pages where something was probably removed.)

Anyway ... this page will ultimately be used as a sort of over view page. I wanted to establish it as the #1 post, so it is always easy to find.

Key names, key phrases, dates, etc. ... all of that stuff you want to reference back to later, but don't because you can't remember which of the (hopefully) dozens or hundreds of posts you wrote or read it in.

I wish we could both edit it, but since we can't, let me know if you want anything put in here in a PM, and I will simply copy and paste, or what ever works.

Let's have fun.

Tony

Tom: What Have I done?

Hollow Man: Revisited


Thomas Caine "came to", rose unsteadily to his hands and knees ... and immediately emptied his stomach between his parted hands. It was the most pain wrenching thing he'd ever felt -- excluding, of course, the pain he'd endured just prior to it..

He fought to rise to his feet; he was unsteady, weak, disoriented. His gaze moved quickly about until he found what he'd been looking for -- the computer with the chronometric data: if he was reading the information correctly -- he wasn't a scientist, just a lab rat who'd found the keys to the "cage" and gotten out to play -- then it had taken over an hour for the transformation to be completed -- assuming, of course, it had been completed.

After that, he'd apparently laid there for ... really? six hours? Well, he thought, fighting another stomach retching, if the chemicals coursing through every cell of his body -- altering the very make up of his DNA -- hadn't caused him this pain, lying there on the cold tile without his chiropractic pillow and "sleep number" mattress would have.

He attempted to laugh, attempted to ignore the pain; he couldn't. He sat on the edge of a lab stool; it was cold against his bare skin ... and he remembered that he was stark ass naked. His first thought was basic: I need something to wear. His second was ... curiosity and down right panic together: Oh my god, what have I done?

He snatched up a lab coat from the neighboring stool and waddled his way painfully toward the bathroom and the full length mirror on its door.

And ... then he simply stared.

He was looking at the Laboratory behind him ... through him! The only thing he saw in the mirror was a smiley face sticker, a long crack where a frustrated Scientist had punched it, and the lab coat, hanging from the clutches of his unseen right hand.

Oh my god ... Oh my god, what have I done.

"No, I'm telling you," an approaching voice was laughing.

Tom spun around, searched; in the isolation windows separating the Lab from the Control Room he saw the reflection of two approaching Technicians ... Gail and Tess, he thought he remembered.

Gail continued, "The guy actually leaned in close and asked, 'So baby, your lab or mine?'."

As the two shared a laugh, Tom began to panic, searching for a place to hide. He'd used his now deceased brother's security passes to over ride the locks and alarms to get in here; getting caught in the lab, without an approved Military Police escort or one of the Scientists or Technicians, would mean ...

Suddenly, Tom remembered, and spun, looking again into the mirror. Wait!

"Dammit all," Tess exclaimed. She pointed to the white lab coat lying on the floor before the bathroom door. "God, I hate the night shift. Why can't they pick up after themselves?"

"Because, duh," Gail chimed in, laughing as she watched her co-worker head for over to do yet more work that wasn't hers to perform. "They're guys, and they think it's our job to pick up after them."

Tess bumped unexpectedly into something and fell over, landing on her haunches. "Shit!"

"I told you not to have that fifth drink last night," Gail laughed, beginning to punch up the schedule for the shift ahead. When she got no response, she looked back to Tess and found her still on her haunches, staring upwards toward the bathroom door with a disconcerting expression. "What's wrong?"

The woman remained silent for a long moment.

"Tess. What's wrong?"

The Technician glanced about, then, slowly rose to her feet and made her way back to her co-worker, sitting on the stool beside her.

"Tess, what the hell is going on?"

Tess glanced back toward the door again, then said, "Nothing. It's ... nothing. I just ... I guess I bumped into the locker ... lost my balance."

"Hang over," Gail whispered in a playful, sing song voice. Again, she got no reaction from Tess and glanced back toward the bathroom. "You sure?"

"Yeah ... of course." Tess spun in the stool to face the computers, pressed a few buttons ... looked back to the bathroom ... the locker ... the door. "Hey, um ... how far have they gotten with Stage 4?"

"They haven't," Gail answered, already deep into her work. "They haven't been able to keep the test subjects from reverting back to a their original state in anything under forty-five seconds." She chuckled. "Actually ... I'm beginning to wonder whether we'll ever get this to work."

Tess was still watching behind them, looking suspiciously toward the nothingness that she'd seemingly bumped into, making her fall to her ass. It had been longer than forty-five seconds ... so ... nah!

She turned back to her work ... never noticing the lab coat levitate up from the floor and hurry out of the door they'd left unsecured behind them.

Abagail McKay

Abagail McKay very rarely left the office, or the facility as some people like to refer to it. She had gotten her self a futon to be placed in her office so that she could have a place to sleep sometimes.

Looking at her computer screen she continued to chew on her pen. There was something missing, she knew, they were so close. That thought bought back memories. Her sister had been close, and after she was sure they had figured it out, her sister up and went missing. She was no where to be found, it was as if she just disappeared off of the face of the earth. The thought bothered her.

Shaking her head she went back to work. The project was funded by the government and the military. She had to get them answers soon. They were pestering her with questions, of course if any of them knew anything about science or the medical field then they would more then likely be a bit more patient. There were a lot of risks with this type of procedure. If one mistake was made it could change everything as we now know it.

Tom Finds Abagail

Tom hurried through the Facility, the slap slap slap of his bare feet echoing through the long, otherwise empty facility. It was Saturday, and -- with the exception of the two Technicians in the lab -- there wouldn't be anyone inside the "clean room" portion of the building.

That still left the guards at the exits for Tom to deal with, however. How would he get past them without them seeing ...

He slowed, stopped; he moved to the wall, laying an opened hand against it, resting. He wasn't thinking clearly; his brain was still spinning.

They weren't going to see him, he reminded himself, because the was frickin' invisible!

He caught his breath. What was his next move? He hadn't really thought past the whole part where he injected potentially fatal drugs into his system, re-sequenced the very molecules that comprised his DNA, and then vanished.

All he was thinking about was proving his brother was right ... that the Hollow Man project could succeed.

And that thought -- about Sebastian and his work -- snapped Tom's brain back into commission. Abagail.

He started for her office, then heard the tone of an electronic door lock. He stopped scanned up and down the hallway, then tossed the lab coat away. I may be invisible, but ...

An MP -- in civilian clothes, to fall in line with the Facility's status as a Civilian research operation -- walked past Tom and the lab coat without slowing. Before the man was half way down the hall, Tom was already through the still closing door and outside the door labeled "Doctor McKay".

The door was ajar slightly. Tom pushed it open ever so slightly, until he could slip inside.

Abagail very rarely left the office, Tom knew. She had always been dedicated to her work, and after the "disappearance" of her sister, Linda -- without whom Hollow Man would never have made it to the testing phase -- Abagail had stepped up and continued her sibling's exhausting work.

Tom was at a loss for how to proceed. He hadn't actually expected this particular test to succeed; he had been eliminating what didn't work, he thought. And now ...?

He had to have help. He had to have someone to talk to. He had to have Abagail. The only problem was ... for years, he'd been wanting to "have" Abby ... she knew of his "desire" -- lust was such a ugly word -- and he had no idea how she was going to take this development.

Would she be ecstatic that he had found the correct serum -- after all it was her formula. She simply hadn't known that it would work because the bureaucrats wouldn't allow her to test it on humans.

Or would she be horrified that, against all procedures -- and common sense -- he had performed such a risky procedure, on his own, with no medical personnel to aid him if he needed it.

He needed to know; he needed to act. But -- as he stepped around to the side of her desk to get a better view of her -- he decided to take a moment ... to think.

Abagail senses something

Abagail sat there. Leaning back in her chair and looking at the screen. Looking around the room she had a confused look on her face. She could of sworn she heard someone come in. Shaking her head she went back to staring at the screen and chewing on her pen.

It was there everything with the sequence with this 'equation' was perfect, so why wouldn't they let her test it. Sure it didn't work to well on animals but it wasn't made for an animal it was made for a human.

Standing up she began pacing around her office. Her thoughts going to Tom, he had been so ambitious so willing to help. A soft smile touched her lips at that thought. He was good to have around and he truly was a great help to her.

Grabbing her cell phone she found him in the contacts list and hit send. Getting a voicemail she chose to leave him a message.

"Tom its Abagail, when you get this call me I want you to come to the Facility."

That was all she said before she hung up and went back to her desk.

Tom stepped farther away from Abagail. She'd looked right up at him ... through him, then stood and began pacing around the office. She was obviously deep in thought ... about the project, and about the failing of it that were being, quietly, pointed in her direction.

Tom knew different of course.

Abby's serum had been a true success -- he looked to the clock on her wall -- for going on 30 minutes at least, he thought.

Abby grabbed up her cell phone, searched it, pressed a button. After a moment, she spoke, "Tom its Abagail, when you get this call me I want you to come to the Facility."

Abagail ... She used her formal name her at work. In fact she used it just about everywhere, at least when he was within earshot.

He thought it was a defense mechanism ... it kept people she wanted at arms length at arms length.

Once upon a time, she'd allow him to call her Abby. Then ... there was the night in January ...
That was all she said before she hung up and went back to her desk.

Abagail didn't know what else to do. She was becoming frustrated. Tom always answered, he was just as eager as she was. Now.... NOW he decided to not answer her damn call. It infuriated her. Of course in times of need he was no where to be seen. It pissed her off.

Taking the pen she chucked it across the room. Seeing the pen hit something, something that was not there and then fall to the ground she stood up. Staring seemingly at the wall.

Walking over to this, well she wasn't sure what it was she stood there staring at the blankness. There was nothing there. Looking at her computer her thoughts rolled. Tom spent just as much time here as she did, she knew that. Looking around the room she stood there.

"I know your here.'

Was all she said. She honestly didn't know but figured if it was Tom he would respond somehow. Walking over she pressed a button by the door. As it scanned her finger tip the shades on the windows began to close. First normal blinds and then steel enforced shields. Standing in front of the door leaving no way out she waited.

She chucked a pen across the room, frustrated.

Tom attempted do duck, failed; it bounced off his shoulder, taking an obvious ricochet direction off of seemingly thin air.

He looked back to here quickly; again, she was looking at him ... through him.

She seemed to be contemplating. The matter of factly, she said, "I know your here.'

Crap.

She stood, walking directly he direction. He scooted. She pressed a button by the door, and to Tom horror, blinds and then steel enforced shields fell into place.

Abby stepped in front of the door, leaving him no way out.

Tom did some contemplating, as well, but his plan necessitated being behind her -- and there were only inches between Abby and the door.

He moves to the adjoining bathroom door -- already opened enough for a man to pass through, he hoped she would consider -- and gently moved it ... just ... an inch.

Abagail stood there contemplating. She watched the door move. A smile touched her lips. It dawned on her who it was. She wasn't stupid.

"Tom talk to me... I know its you.... please don't hide from me.."

She almost begged him. She hated this, she hated these games. Pressing her back firmly against the only door that would allow him to get out she stood there still as day.

It wasn't working. Think! He snagged an ink pen from her desk, one behind the computer, out of her line of vision and, lowering to his knees, tossed it across the floor of the darkened bathroom. It clanked against the metal storage locker on the far side.

Then her stood ... and waited

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Liz "Suspicions"

Hearing the sound she decides to go for it this time. Locking the only exit with a key she has around her neck she walks off into the bathroom. Looking around she waits patiently.

He would make a mistake sometimes..... in all this was Tom, or at least she thought it was.

ooc hey, I'm going to start writing in first person, okay? I find it more to the moment with these short little threads like this.

As she passed, quickly snatched her sweater from over the arm of the nearby chair, causing it to wrap around my otherwise invisible hand, and slipped behind her, seizing her -- I slapped the now hidden see through hand over her mouth, grasping her tight enough to keep her from twisting to see me -- or not see, at it was -- and with my other hand I pinned her arms tightly about the front of her abdomen.

She attempted to scream, of course, but the muffled noise, I knew would never be heard beyond the metal barriers keeping me in -- and the others out.

"Don't scream!" I growled. "Don't scream and don't fight cuz I'm not gonna hurt you."

She flailed in my powerful grip, without use. She'd taken a self-defense course a few years back, before I knew her well, but Sebastian had said it was only because she had the hots for the assistance instructor.

"Abby!" I said, knowing that if my voice didn't get to her, that word would. I repeated softer, just over her lowering muffles. "Abby ... it's me."

As Abby heard Tom's voice she calmed down. Going completely still in his arms. Her body almost just melting into his. Closing her eyes she took a few deep breaths. She hadn't been this close to him in so long. Inhaling deeply she caught the scent of his cologne. She loved that smell. Resting her head back against him she was lost for a few moments before reality finally caught up to her.

Her body went rigid in his arms standing there. Nodding her head to acknowledge she would not scream.

OOC: I am going to attempt to write this in First Person, Present Tense. Its harder, but has the feel of being right there, right now... which is good for sensual situations, I think.

Abby calms in my grasp, goes still.

It's my voice, I hope. She know's it's me. She is comfortable with it being me. Which ... is actually a surprise I suddenly think.

The last time I held her close like this -- naked, from behind then as well -- was not a good time for her. I ... wasn't "nice", is the word I will choose. But ... I misunderstood. And I paid for it, as well.

Holding her now, she seems to melt up against me. I feel her body swell in the grasp of my left arm as she draws a deep breath. I want to raise my grip ... just a bit ... up from her belly ... over her chest ... atop her breasts.

I don't. That's how it began last time. It ended in great pleasure for me. It did for her as well, but I scared her. She hadn't realized the intensity of what we were doing ... what we were experimenting at. She didn't realize it would affect her ... as it had affected me, as well.

I think ... I think it changed us. And ... that was it. Simple. No more.

"Abby," I say softly, my mouth at her ear. "I won't hurt you--"

I almost say again, but catch myself.

"--but ... I can't let you go until you hear me out. Understand?"

I keep my hand upon her mouth. She can nod; I can't risk a scream.

"Do you understand, Abby?"

Swallowing hard Abby pushed the memories of the night, that night... He had scared her, and she had started the fight that ended them. She didn't expect to fight as much as they had about it. When she had thought about it later she had enjoyed it..... but she had never had the chance to tell him....

Plus she could never let him know that he had been right..... no man since then had done the things he had to her..... no man has ever made her feel how he did.... the pleasure from the night.... the fear.....shaking the thoughts she stood there. Her body warming to his. She wanted to press further into him, and she had not realized that she already had. Closing her eyes she nodded her head before setting it back against his chest.

She hated that she loved feeling him close, being able to feel his breath on her skin, and his heart beat.... But she loved it.... hell she still loved him.... she was just to stubborn to admit it.... of course he had been so close to breaking her demeanor... and that was what scared her the most.

Three years earlier

They'd been lovers for months, which had been a tragic surprise to Abby's then-fiance. He'd returned home, to his home, his McMansion, Tom had called it, and walked in on them -- in a fashion, as Tom had escaped without being identified -- and laid it to Abby, screaming and hollering so loud that Tom could hear them from his car hidden behind the hedge he always parked behind.

Several times, as the Asshole's tone and words scared Tom into fearing for Abby's safety, he'd jumped from his car and ran to the window, only to find them standing safely yards apart.

Somehow, the couple had stayed together. Which had been perfectly fine with Tom. Abby's attraction to Tom had never been "Tom" himself: Abby was taken, and Tom was the brother of Sebastian, her collaborator at what was at the time simply referred to as "The Office".

It was the danger of being caught, of being revealed as not so sweet as her innocent face made her seem, that was what had led Abby to Tom ... wetting the sheets in her mother's bed during her engagement party to the Asshole ... or rocking "The Office's" van upon its squeaky hinges while the smiling night MPs watched on, oblivious to the identities of "perpetrators" ... or -- their first time -- drugging him, numbing his arms and legs but certainly not his other "appendage" and blowing him in the darkened laboratory just beyond the safe room glass from where Sebastian made a presentation to the Board, a presentation she was supposed to be given.

After the near discovery, Tom had suggested -- with very little sincerity -- that they cool it. Abby -- as he'd hoped -- refused. But for nearly three weeks, they couldn't connect. No ... that wasn't true. Abby wouldn't connect. She invited him to her, informed him often of her location and then either wasn't there or prevented their "appointment".

She was playing had to get. And with Tom, that was the same as playing with fire. Tom didn't like teases; he didn't sit still with hard to get. But ... this was Abby; this wasn't hard to get ... this was come and get me.

It was the twentieth night; he was counting them. The Asshole left for his poker night, confident -- or simply bamboozled by the ever-deceptive Abby -- that his woman was again only his.

The McMansion's patio door was unlocked, as it always had been ... for Tom. The security alarm was de-energized, as it always had been ... for Tom. Abby -- who he spied moving about the house, pouring herself a glass of wine, adjusting the stereo, petting that long haired fur ball that had never likes Tom -- was dressed in another of the long, flowing semi-sheer negligees that the Asshole had bought her as payment for some sex act she hadn't wanted to perform yet did ... as she always was ... for Tom.

He was ready ... already as naked as the day he was born. Ready ... to come and get her ... as he believed she wanted.

He grabbed her in the solarium -- much as he held her now -- forcing her face down to the antique davenport, ripping her thousand dollar negligee away from her back side, pressing his fully hardened erection flat between the night-chilled cheeks of that firm, hour-a-day-fitness-shaped ass.

"How do you want it?" he growled, his mouth close to her ear, as it was now. "How ... do ... you ... want ... it ...?"

Abby stood there. The memories flashing before her eyes... The words that had changed everything.... "How do you want it?"

Abby was in shock with Tom. The tears were pooling down her eyes. God had she really fallen for him. Had she really just told her husband she wanted a divorce, and now Tom.... Oh Tom... Her thoughts ran wild. Pushing back against him She tilted her head back the tears having dried by now..

"Just like this Tom... Take me... Make me yours....."

She wanted him. She pushed herself back against him inviting him to her... She wanted to tell him so much, but god she loved this side of him she didn't want it to push him away.

"I've got something for you, Abby."

That was how he said here tonight, in her office, grasping her about her belly, clamping his hand tightly over her mouth.

He was about to tell her what he had for her, when he heard heavy footfalls -- the night guard ... Special Forces or MPs, he'd really never known or cared -- approaching the office, beyond the metal shutters she'd dropped to keep Tom inside.

He waited, listened to the approaching, armed men ... and remembered ...



Abby wriggled beneath his weight, fighting to get free, screaming into the hand pressed upon her mouth. She was just playing ... he knew that ... he hoped that.

Tom simply held tighter. He was too heavy, too strong; her self defense courses had addressed these situations, he knew, so when she didn't escape him, he knew -- knew ... knew? -- it was only because she wanted it.

He forced his powerful legs between hers, parting her thighs. The feel of his erection trapped between his own groin and her tight ass cheeks sent a chill up his spine; he shook off the sharp feeling, laughed even. He was so ready to do her ... like she wanted ... he knew ...

As he slip his penis lower, but not low enough, she again screamed into his palm, wriggled fiercely.

"Make it good, Abby," he laughed into her ear. "Make it real."

Tom knee what she wanted ... knew what she liked ... knew what she would do, did do ... always wanted to do.

This ... this wasn't one of those. This she had referred to in the truest tradition of the original Star Trek -- which he had liked, but she had despised -- ad Going where no man has gone before and never would.

"I've got something for you, Abby."

As he forced his way into the orifice of those wonderful, tight cheeks, he listened to her screams of feigned agony and surprise -- for they must be feigned ... for he knew this was what she wanted ... and basked in his ability to read his lover like a book.

She didn't this...not tonight... it felt good but it hurt...oh hurt so good....Screaming into him palm she needed his attention.

Dropping her weight against him she held her breath and went entirely still. She hoped he would stop. She needed to tell him the truth... He needed to know...

Her mind snapped her back to reality. His hand on her mouth still. God he still felt the same as he always had. Shaking her head she kissed his palm softly. Hoping he would release her. God she wanted to tell him now. Tell him her heart was still his. Tell him her body was, that she was.

Three years ago ... that night ...

He pushed until he was fulling inside her, listening to her long feigned (?) cry of pain. It her first time doing this ... she claimed. But ... she opened to his unexpected intrusion ... relaxed her sphincter's grip on his penis ... almost ... welcoming? I was right he said; she did want this. Didn't she...?

He knew what he wanted. He stayed deep inside her, stoking inside her just enough to move the internal bulk of his shaft within his own skin, not enough to withdraw from or intrude into her anymore, to irritate her.

The intensity of the fuck was great, the intensity of her fight spectacular ... almost real. The frustration of twenty days ... twenty days of wanting her, needing her ... was overwhelming.

He exploding within her with a mighty groan, his voice echoing off the glass of the solarium. He held his final push into her ... felt the jerk of the ejacualtions as they filled her within is warm discharge.

The euphoria -- like nothing he'd experienced in all their adventurous encounters -- spun his mind ... and ... as the ecstacy waned ... and his weight collapsed upon her ... and his grip silencing her screams of ... joy? ... slipped, he waited for her to tell him she enjoyed it, too.

But ...



Now ...

The footfalls of the armed Guards outside Abby's office faded, returning Tom's thought to now. The similarities of that night, three years earlier were unbelievable: he'd grasped her, silenced her, held her firm to get what he needed ...

... and like that night, the excitement of the moment again left him with bared, erect penis right between those firm ... welcoming cheeks.

Then:

When he had finished her. Her emotions were raw. The harder he had held her the worse it became. Her love turned into hate. When he was done she one thing to him..

"Get out."

Now:

Standing there she could feel him behind her. Could feel his arousal. That was all she was to him. It dawned on her now. She had been divorced for nothing for no one. She gave him all she had and he gave her nothing in return.. She hated the feel.. She hated him yet again.

"I have something for you", Tom repeated, remember the last time he'd said those words but realizing this was now. The memories of his lust then ... the memories of how he had been so wrong ... they had to wait. There were bigger issues at hand.

"I have news ... news you won't believe. Your serum ..."

He contemplated his words, and only came to one conclussion: blunt truth.

"I used it," he said, his heart beginning to race, awaiting her response as he slowly released his hand from her mouth. "And ... it works."