Fire and Ice 4. The Final Act.
Scott Graham, codenamed Mythril, escaped Generation 6.1, prodigy in cryogenic telepathic manipulation, beloved of Ember and rather muscular lord of ice frowned at Kendra Jackson-Graham, codenamed Ember, renegade Generation 6.1, extremely powerful and volatile pyrokinetic, beloved of Mythril and rather sensually mindblowing mistress of fire. Kendra popped the lollipop out of her mouth and affected an innocent look. Scott tried to keep the smile from his face, and failed, and Kendra loosed a devilish grin on him. "Sweetheart, please, I'm trying to concentrate here. You're very distracting."
Kendra shrugged, her tight top pressed against her chest as she twisted on the spot, writhing in apparent nervousness. "I ought to take that as a compliment, but right now, I'm really just interested in fucking you." Scott sighed and shook his head in exasperation. "That's five times in the last three hours. Can I just..." Kendra sighed and sat down dejectedly. "It's your brother's fault. Whatever he did to me, its still racing through my system. I know its hard to handle, but I just wanna be handled." Marrack pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the fidgeting ebony beauty. Scott stood up, but his brother waved him off. The sorcerer pressed a quick hand against her forehead, and something flashed in her eyes.
Kendra shook her head and sat up very quickly. Marrak paid little attention to her, but went back to his slumped position against the wall. "What did you do to me?" The sorcerer shrugged as he settled himself in comfortably. "I'm sin, my dear sister-in-law. I know it, I am it, and I can force it. You have a lust for my brother, well, lust is a sin, and something I'm quite familiar with. Something I can induce." Kendra sniffed, then her eyes blazed with power, and Marrack sat up and swore as fire burst up from his crotch. The conjurer ran to the sink, but the fire was already gone. The pyrokinetic sniffed again, and turned her back on him. "Well don't induce anything else."
Scott settled in to the computer screen, although his huge, broad-shouldered frame seemed unfitting for such a place. His face was intent on the flickering light of the computer screen, which had already given him a headache. He scanned the readout several times before realising what he was seeing. "I'm in..." His voice was disbelieving, and hushed, and at first, the others didn't understand. When he didn't move, Kendra sat up quickly and moved to his side. "Classified, Level 19 security override disabled, Level 4 classification document. Authorised persons only to view." She read the words and gave a short laugh. "You did it, babe. Now what?"
Scott shrugged and continued reading. "Well, now we know, we read up. There's got to be more 6.1's out there, and if there's more in the Centre, then maybe they'd be interested in taking it down." He downloaded the file, and the printer began to spew out three copies of the files. Scott reached down and ripped the cord out of the wall, disconnecting the Internet. He had no idea whether they could trace something that quick, but he preferred to err on the side of caution. The printer finished and Scott grabbed the copies and then his jacket.
The trio made their way across the car park and into the large truck that they had commandeered the night before. Marrack slid into the back seat, and Kendra jumped in the passenger side. Scott looked back at the library and rubbed his chin. He looked around, but couldn't see any other cars in the area. This would have been strange, except that it was nearly nine o'clock at night, and not the general time for anyone other than cramming students to visit the library.
Kendra reached over and started the truck, and Scott turned and handed her the files. The truck roared as he slammed the gears and lurched forwards. Kendra handed one set of files over the back to Marrack, who began to pour over them. "Looks like you were right, little brother. Its all here. We're not that alone after all. There's another half-dozen 6.1's running around. Jesus, listen to this guy."
"Robert Dellapane. Codename: Steel. Recovered three years ago in undisclosed national park. Severe mental and physical trauma. Non-mental manifestations of the Generation 6 treatments. Physical manifestations biomechanical enhancement of bone structure. Superhuman strength. Physical manifestations also include extra-dermal growths, akin to metal nodules." Marrack looked up. "Fucking steel tumours. Jesus."
Kendra winced as she read on. "Bone structure inflexible and incompatible with human movement. Fuck. Poor guy can't even move right. Look here, babe, it says he's had severe mental difficulty in adjusting to the modifications the Centre has done. No fucking shit. They turn him into a freak, then fuck him up more." Scott braked as they came up to a rail crossing, and leant over and squeezed Kendra's thigh reassuringly.
Marrack turned the page and murmured to himself for a moment. "This is like a roll-call for freaks and monsters anonymous. Listen, Culann Davids, Codename Venom. Non-mental manifestations of Generation 6 treatments. Physical manifestations include complete invulnerability to any toxins introduced, included viral, airborne, liquid and bacterial. Naturally occurring poisons and venoms also ineffective. Possible military applications."
"His adrenal gland has somehow transmuted to deal with the toxins, and every single pore and cell in his body secretes poison." Kendra touched the page with one trembling hand. "He'll never know what it's like to touch someone. Jesus." Marrack gave a low whistle from the back seat. "Now we're talking." The train went past, and the lights went off. Scott leant back in his seat as he drove through the dark streets. Finally, they came to the motel they were staying in.
He looked out to the west, to the snow capped peaks that hid the Centre, and what they did. His fist clenched, and he calmed himself with a great deal of effort. Kendra and Marrack continued to read as they walked to the door, neither noticing the polished mercedes parked beside their door. Scott slowed as the door opened, and no light came on. His fist clenched, and ice crept over his sun-darkened skin.
Marrack stopped at the door and looked up, but a feral look crossed his face, and he gave a harsh laugh. "Doctor Lotus, to what do we owe the honour?" Angela Lotus stood with one hip jutting out to the side, one manicured hand resting lightly. The other held a smoking cigarette, which she brought up to her mouth and took a long, sultry drag of. Scott looked around, but they were alone in the car park. Lotus raised her hand from her hip to her blouse, and pulled the corner down.
Covering her right nipple, and spreading over the rest of her breast, was a black spider-web of veins, with six points above and below. Marrack laughed as she began to twist her nipple with two fingers, a cruel and sadistic laugh. Scott looked back and forth at the two and unclenched his fist, the ice falling from it with sharp cracks. Kendra's eyes lost their fiery glow, saying more clearly than words how on edge she had become.
Marrack stepped forwards and handed his papers to Scott, who glared at him. "I've more important things to do tonight, brother. This woman wants my cock, who would I be to deny her that privilege? We could all be dead tomorrow night, so tonight should be steeped in sin, don't you think, Doctor?" The conjurer's mocking words oozed like honey over Lotus's skin, and her eyes blazed as he led her towards his room.
Kendra shook her head. "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it." Scott nodded wordlessly and then shook his head. "C'mon, lets go. We can free the rest of these Gen 6.1's tonight, if we're lucky. If we're even luckier, maybe some of them will join us, and want to be freed." Kendra nodded wordlessly and preceded her lover into the motel room. They sat on the bed and poured over the rest of the files.
Three doors down, Lotus walked out of the bathroom, tying off her second pigtail. Marrack hung his full-length leather coat up on the door; the vivid blues, reds and purples of the runes etched into the inside of the material stood in stark contrast to the sheer black of the leather. Marrack liked darkness. He turned as Lotus dropped her own gown to the floor. She had black latex boots on that rose to mid thigh, and crotchless black panties with intense red lace trimmings.
Her breasts were encased in more of the racy red and black lace, with two adjoining nipple clamps. She still had the tail end of the cigarette in her mouth, and took a final drag, sinking to her knees. Marrack pulled his shirt off and undid the buckle on his thick belt. Lotus moved forwards on her knees, and began to rub his cock through his pants. Marrack moaned and leant back against the door as she began to mouth his swollen shape through his pants.
He looked down at her, at her dark silken hair and naughty eyes, and watched in pure hormonal fascination as she began to pull his fly down with her teeth. Her eyes never left his, and his cock push between the leather curtains and rose to meet her lips. She smiled around his cock as she began to mouth it, teasing him. Marrack slapped her, hard enough to draw blood, but there was only lust in her eyes, the demon's venom coursing through her veins, driving her into insane lust.
Lotus turned back and attacked his cock with gusto, sucking into her mouth with wet, sloppy sounds. She began to move her head down, bobbing up and down over the thick length with gusto. Marrack reached forwards and grabbed hold of her pigtails, and began to pull her head towards him in sharp, hard jerks. Lotus's eyes blazed with lust as he raped her face, until she gagged as he pushed too far. His hands shifted to her head, which he pushed onto his cock hard.
He wrenched her head upwards, dragging her bodily up to stand. Marrack bent her head back and began to bite into her neck, which brought one of her legs up to rub around his hips. She pulled his head into her neck, driving him on further. The doctor began to grind her lace-covered hips into the skin of his cock, sending jolts of sensation blasting up his spine. Marrack bit hard, hard enough to break the skin, and Lotus moaned as she pulled her dark lover towards the bed.
