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Lycanthrope Factory	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/Harry Potter Views: 23091 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter; all rights go to J. K. Rowling. I do not own anything from Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter; all rights belong to Laurel K. Hamilton. I make no money for this piece of fictional writing and never will.

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A/N: A very happy birthday to Jenny, one of the Facebook fans. I hope you enjoy this chapter, lovelie.
Last Time
Harry sniffled and curled up in his cramped, too small cage as Alfie left the caging room and he cried into his knees. He just wanted to go home, back to Richard and Asher…he’d even go back with Micah, he just wanted to go back to the one place where he had ever felt safe. He wanted to go back to the Circus with his favourites who looked after him and never hurt him and let him colour and play and explore and gave him ice cream, clothes and a big bed. He didn’t want to be naked in his new cage surrounded by howling, crying, screaming people that he didn’t know. He just wanted to go home.
Chapter Sixteen – Raid
Anita cursed and trudged back into her hotel room in an evil temper. The first two sites were a complete bust. Both had been completely abandoned farmhouses. Bradford had even ordered a thermal scan of the floors, just to make sure that nothing was built under the dilapidating wooden houses and overgrown grass, but they’d found nothing bigger than a couple of rats.
She got the shock of her life when she went to rip off her sweaty shirt, only to spot Edward sat in a chair in her room.
“You said you’d call when you were in Nebraska.” She accused.
“I thought about it, but this was a lot more amusing.”
Anita sighed and took off her outer shirt, leaving herself in a vest. She dug in her bag to get out a clean shirt and tried not to think about what Harry could possibly be going through at the moment. It had been four days since he’d been taken and the very thought of it made her feel sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to think about the horrors he could possibly be going through right at this moment.
“How’s Donna and the kids?” She asked, more for something normal to say before they got down to business.
“Fine. Becca has a ballet performance at the beginning of next month that I need to be there for, so we need to wrap this up in twelve days, maximum. I take it from your expression that you’ve had no luck?”
“None. The first two sites that the FBI pulled up as possible interests are just abandoned farmhouses. No high tech, hidden factory in a hundred mile radius.”
“I’ve been making inquiries of my own and I might have a hot spot. A large chunk of land was bought up several months ago and almost immediately, a ton of electrified mesh fencing went around it. It’s over a hundred acres of land, Anita.”
“Where?” Anita asked, her tone hard as she went into her killing headspace.
“South East of Ellsworth.”
“How far South?”
“Twenty odd miles South and twenty-five miles East. It’s the middle of nowhere.”
“The perfect place to hide an illegal lycanthrope factory. Less chance of anyone stumbling across it if it’s in the middle of nowhere and camouflaged by trees and rocky outcrops. I’ll tell Bradford and he can have his team check it out and then we’ll raid it.”
“You want these people alive?” Edward asked in a way that accentuated his disappointment.
“Not all of them.” Anita said with a fearsome smile. “There are five head doctors who we would like alive, but the rest are either trainees, assistants or security.”
“Take out the muscle, leave the cowering white coats to you.”
“We need to find Harry too. If he isn’t here, then I don’t know where they would have taken him and everyone at home is counting on me to bring him back.”
“Do you want me to scout it out first?”
“No, we can’t risk them seeing any of us until we’re right on top of them. They killed everyone in the factory in Saint Louis when they had a tip off, we can’t risk them doing the same here. I can’t risk that they might move Harry before we get there or even hurt or kill him.”
“He’s come to mean a lot to you.” Edward told her, not questioning, but telling.
Anita sighed and she thought of the sweet smiles, the babyish innocence, that damn seizure and a high pitched scream echoed around her head.
“He has. Despite how much I didn’t want to let him in, he’s wormed his way through despite my best efforts to keep him at arm’s length. The guys adore him too.”
“How did these people get him away from you?”
“Richard took him to the mall. We’re trying to socialise him, get him used to being around other people and Richard was shot in the neck on his way back to the car. Jamil, who was also with them, also got shot. Harry was taken before we could arrive to help, but both Richard and Jamil are fine, though they’re frantic at finding out that Harry’s been taken and they’re feeling guilty at having let him be taken in the first place. Richard almost passed out because he tried running around to find Harry before he was healed fully. They call every other hour for an update.”
“We’ll kill them all and get your boy back.” Edward told her. “It’s about time you got a dose of feeling parental.”
“Like you with Peter and Becca? How is Peter anyway, does he still want to follow in your footsteps?”
Edward nodded his head. “I’ve been taking him to the range and on hunting trips, killing small things like rabbits. He’s a sharp shot. When he’s older and fully trained he’s going to be a really good bounty hunter to start with.”
Anita shook her head and just as she was about to answer him, her phone rang. She sighed.
“Your guys?”
She nodded. “Richard. Again.” She said as she looked at the caller ID.
“Hey Richard.”
‘Have you found him?’ He asked and she was surprised to hear that he was actually near tears.
“Not yet, Richard, but we might have found where the new factory is. We’re going for a briefing now with Bradford and his team and we’re going to scout it with the satellites and then we’ll raid it. I’ll call you after we’ve sorted it and hopefully I can call to tell you that I have Harry back.”
‘I hope so. I need him back, Anita. I need to tell him that I’m sorry that I let him get taken again.’
“You were shot in the neck, Richard.” Anita said exasperatedly. “Jamil was shot in the chest and there was nothing that either of you could have done. Jamil couldn’t leave you as your Skoll and we didn’t know that this was going to happen. We didn’t know that they’d risk themselves so openly to get Harry back. It was only that morning that he told us about the factory and about the doctors being especially interested in him. It’s no one’s fault, Richard.”
‘I need him back.’ Richard said tearily. ‘I feel awful about him being taken and it’s been four days already. I can’t sleep, I feel sick just thinking of what they could be doing to him. Please Anita, you need to bring him home.’
“We’re doing all we can, Richard and I told you that Edward is here now too. We’ll sort this. Now, I need to go, we’ve got a briefing, but I’ll call you after the raid, Richard.”
‘Please find him.’ Was Richard parting words as the line went dead.
“You’re right, he really is attached to him.” Edward said.
Anita sighed. “They all are, not just Richard. Let’s just go and brief Bradford. I want to hit this area you’ve marked out as soon as we can.”
Edward nodded and Anita preceded him out of her hotel room and to the room just down the hall where Bradford was staying. Hopefully this area that Edward had found would be the new factory and they would find Harry so that she could call up the Circus and tell them that she was bringing Harry home. She just hoped that the doctors hadn’t screwed him over even more than he already had been.
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Harry curled up in his cage, his neck and back aching and he tried to stifle his sobs. If he was caught crying, Alfie jabbed him with the shocky stick, which made him jump and he would bump his head or his body against his tiny cage and it hurt him even more.
He’d had his first jab and he had been tied down in a big, whirry machine while his body accepted the new animal. He’d gone first and last for his two new jabs and with the last jab, he’d gone back into the whirry machine again.
Then he’d been restrained onto an autopsy table and opened up. He could still feel the pain of it and he whimpered, curling up tighter in his cage. He just wanted to go home. He wanted his favourites back.
He curled up as tightly as he could, as someone screamed in a cage two rows over and several cages to his left. He remembered left and right from Jean-Claude, from his very first day meeting one of his favourites. He just wanted to go back home to them.
The door to the caging room was opened and Harry huddled down, along with a hundred other specimens, all of them hoping that they weren’t the one that was picked by the doctor. Footsteps came closer and closer and Harry curled up so tight, his body protested the movement. Those footsteps stopped a few cages before his own and he heard a man screaming, thrashing in his cage before he was shocked by Alfie and his stick, and then while he was twitching, unable to fight the doctors, he was injected with the sleepy medicine. The doctors waited a few minutes until the man was still and silent before unlatching his cage and dragging him out of his cage and up the floor to the door, ready to experiment on him.
As soon as the door was shut, he and all the other unchosen specimens exhaled a sigh of utter relief that, this time at least, it wasn’t them who were going for another experiment.
Harry uncurled himself a little bit and rested, trying to get a bit of sleep, but it was hard now that he wasn’t in his big bed with Asher and Richard.
He eventually cried himself into an exhausted sleep, but everything was so much harder now that he’d been outside of his cage. He didn’t like being back inside it.
Harry woke to the slightest touch on his arm and he was awake just as he was being sedated. He stared at the needle being pulled from his arm and he knew exactly what it meant and what was about to happen. His face crumpled in distress and upset and he let out a half sob as Russell, who’d come back a few days ago with several new, whimpering specimens, all but glared at him.
Russell had been complaining about ‘the state of him’ ever since he’d come back and every day since, Harry had been forced to run on the funny machine that didn’t get him anywhere and he was back to being fed his water bags. After ice cream with saucy stuff, porridge and banana mush and all the other wonderful things he’d been eating at the Circus, his water bags didn’t make him feel better. His belly was always making strange noises and making him hurt. He just wanted to go back home.
He woke up, as usual, in the room with the runny machine and he immediately sat up. He could see Russell and Fabrice stood on the other side of the window that showed the inside of the room that he was locked in. He knew from other specimens that the glass was reinforced and was unbreakable. The doctors were safe on the other side.
“You know what to do, one hundred and sixteen.” Russell told him sternly, pushing a button to talk to him.
He didn’t want to run today. He felt so unhappy and so miserable that he started to cry where he was sat on the floor. He wanted to go back to his home, to his favourites, he’d even be nice to those he didn’t like that much if only he was allowed to go home. He didn’t want to be an experiment, his name was Harry and he was seventeen, he knew his left and right, he knew how to use the bathroom without a catheter, he could feed himself and he knew how to colour! He didn’t want to run, he didn’t want to be caged up, he didn’t want to be opened up and messed with. It wasn’t right!
“Do as you’re told!” Russell snapped at him from behind the window.
Harry was too far gone to listen, he just sobbed and wrapped his arms around his body and he cried. He cried for Richard, for Asher, for Jean-Claude, for Anita, for Jamil and Jason and Wicked and Nathanial and Micah. His favourites. He cried for any of them, all of them and he couldn’t stop.
He was shocked with a stick and he screamed, twitching and jerking out of his own control as the shock given to him made him slam his head into the concrete ground hard. His vision burst with bright lights and he grunted in pain, still sobbing his heart out.
“Those idiots have ruined this specimen.” He heard Russell say.
“This one can still be useful during surgical experiments, Russell.” Isiah was there too, Harry recognised his voice. “It’s given us endless results and we all know that this one is the most valuable. We’re going to try to inseminate it tomorrow to see if the offspring bears the same strange energy as one hundred and sixteen does. If the offspring is useful, it’ll be worth our efforts to keep it if it turns out to be pliable and docile. We can train it properly.”
“I’m sure that one hundred and sixteen can be retrained, Russell, just have some patience. We need to undo what those people did to the specimen slowly, so the lessons stick.” Ruby said primly.
“Ruby’s right, we need to do this properly, as if it were a new specimen, not our oldest. Those imbeciles have tried to socialise the animal. It has become unruly. If it doesn’t calm down and start behaving and the offspring shows the same results as specimen one hundred and sixteen, then I see no reason to keep it alive after the offspring is born.”
“Get it back into its cage.” Ruby ordered and Harry was grabbed and dragged back into the caging room and thrown into his cage. He sobbed harder as he tucked his twitchy limbs into his body and he cried into his folded arms. He just wanted to go home.
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Anita was getting more and more frustrated as time went by. Edward’s marked out section of land was the factory, she was almost sure of it, but the mesh fencing around the perimeter was far enough away from the main building that the people inside would be alerted to their arrival long before they reached the actual factory, which would give them the time they needed to execute any experiments they wanted, which could include Harry, and to burn the paperwork and the evidence or delete it if they were using digital copies in their new factory.
There were high security cameras everywhere, pointing in every direction and encompassing every inch of land, there were even half starved security dogs roaming the space between the first fence and the second fence, which was ten feet from the first fence. The first fence was electrified, the second wasn’t, which was something at least, but she couldn’t see how they could get into the factory without alerting every single person inside it of their arrival.
“We need to go in at night.” Edward told them.
“We’ll lose the doctors if we do that.” Bradford said angrily.
“But if we go in during the day, they’ll kill the experiments.” Edward pointed out.
“We need to do both.” Anita said as a sudden insight hit her. “We need to split the force. If we get several cars to follow and pull over the doctors and arrest them, the other half can go into the factory and secure it.”
Bradford and Edward shared a look and they both nodded.
“Right, I’ll get my team to follow and arrest the doctors, we need to keep on them as soon as they get to the main road. I’ll go into the factory, I assume the both of you want to come with me?”
Anita nodded fiercely. “Yes. I want to grab Harry and get him home, Bradford.”
“The skeleton crew left overnight might still start executing the people in there, we need to act fast and surely.” Edward told them. “This has to be done right. It’s not a full moon, so the doctors will all leave, which means everyone left in the factory is a grunt or will be employed as security. Shoot first.”
Anita nodded and after a moment of hesitation, Bradford did too.
“Eight hours until they leave, let’s gather the team and run through the plan. I want everyone to know where they need to be.” Bradford insisted. “We can’t let even one of these doctors escape. They’re too dangerous.”
“Make sure you have several members of your team follow them, give them police cars. It might help if the doctors think it’s just a routine stop.”
“I’ll coordinate with the local Leos.” Bradford nodded. “We have eight hours, let’s get to work.”
Anita sighed and she steeled herself to call Richard. He was sounding increasingly ill and he always answered when she called, no matter if it was nine in the morning, four in the afternoon or the middle of the night. He wasn’t eating properly and he wasn’t sleeping or leaving the Circus at all. She needed to get Harry back to him and soon. Asher was only dying for the day because he had no other choice, she was sure that he’d be staying awake with Richard all day and all night too otherwise.
She dialled the number for the Circus and the phone didn’t even finish one full ring before Richard answered it.
‘Have you got him yet?’ He asked desperately, all but croaking as his voice cracked from exhaustion.
“We’re going in tonight, Richard.” She told him. “We’ve found him and we’re going to get him back.”
‘You’ll bring him straight here.’
Richard’s sentence was not a question.
“You know I will.” She said. “As long as he doesn’t need any urgent medical attention.” She amended after a moment of thought.
‘It’s been over a week, Anita. Who knows what those people have done to him in that amount of time! Please bring him back to me.’
Anita swallowed, she didn’t know what to say because she didn’t know the state that Harry was in yet or what those so called doctors had done to him in the amount of time that they’d had him. It had been nine days since he’d been taken, it didn’t seem too long really, but when you were caged up and used for various, vile experiments, all it took was several minutes and one wrong move or an experiment too far and that could be the end of Harry’s life.
She hoped that he held on just a little longer, that whatever those people were doing to him now could be undone. Nine days didn’t seem very long, but to Harry it had probably felt like a month or more already and there was no telling how many experiments had been performed on him in that time.
She firmed herself, she would get him back and she’d bring him home to the Circus and whatever had been done to him, she would help the others to teach Harry to overcome it as they’d been trying to do before he’d been taken from them by the vile people behind all of this electrified mesh fencing.
“We’ll get him back, Richard.” She swore seriously. “I won’t let these people get away with this.”
‘I can’t believe how much I miss him.’ Richard told her softly. ‘I keep expecting to see him or hear him and it’s driving me crazy not being able to see him or hold him.’
“Tonight.” She said firmly. “Tell the others to prepare to have him back by tomorrow morning if there are no complications. I’ll keep you posted.”
She hung up before Richard could keep her talking and distract her from her objective. She was determined now, more than ever, to get that seventeen year old boy back. She couldn’t imagine what horrors he was suffering through and being subjected to inside that factory.
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Harry whimpered in absolute agony as he curled up around his burning abdomen. His mind and thoughts were scrambled and he couldn’t make sense of himself.
He’d been open and bleeding. He’d been another experiment and he was in so much pain that he couldn’t even breathe, he was snuffling and his nose was dribbling, but he hurt too much to even try to prevent it or wipe the wetness that was already on his face away.
“Please.” He whispered into the darkness of the caging room. “Please.”
He tried to stay still, but the pain had him wriggling and that caused him more pain and he couldn’t stop crying.
“I want to go home.” He sobbed.
“One hundred and sixteen, shut up!” Alfie demanded.
The bars to his cage were bashed and Harry whimpered and curled up tighter, hoping that he wasn’t poked with the shocky stick…the doctors hadn’t used it since that afternoon, even though he’d been crying since before he’d been taken from the autopsy table.
“Remember not to use the Tasers on this one.” Benny told Alfie. “We can’t risk the offspring.”
“You’re too excited for this specimen to be born.”
“I hope it’s like one hundred and sixteen.” Benny replied with childlike glee. “I can’t wait to start on this new specimen. It’s like a completely blank canvas! It’s so exhilarating.”
“Well tuck one hundred and sixteen in and say your goodnights, it’s time to shut up shop for the night. They’ll all still be here tomorrow.”
Harry whimpered as a cool, rubbery finger stroked part of his exposed cheek and he curled up further to hide himself away from the doctor. He hated them all.
“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow, one hundred and sixteen. Your gestation is going to be a complete surprise to us, though with three feline based strains we’re estimating about three months. You are, after all, more animal than human these days, what with five strains of lycanthropy and vampirism as well, who knows how long it’ll take for your offspring to grow, or what that offspring is going to end up being, but then, that’s all part of the fun.”
Harry could almost see the manic grin on Benny’s face and he whimpered, curling up even tighter. He wanted them to go away, to just go away and leave him alone.
“Come on, Benny. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, we need the sleep.” Alfie insisted.
“Oh, that’s right, the new specimens are having their fitness training with Russel, I almost forgot in the face of one hundred and sixteen’s insemination.”
“This particular specimen getting an offspring is very exciting for all of us. I can’t imagine the possibilities if it comes out like one hundred and sixteen, we could make countless new specimens from this one specimen alone and if they all have the same energy, we could have disposable experiments to play around with.”
“Let us pray that the offspring takes hold and that this is a success then. We can use one hundred and sixteen as a breeder until we have enough and then if it is still unruly and disobedient at that point, we can just dispose of it. We won’t need it any longer.”
“Exactly and we already know that the specimens born in captivity are more docile. They know nothing else, so they don’t fight us.”
“Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”
Harry started breathing normally again as he heard their footsteps on the tiled floor, moving away from him in his tiny cage.
He looked at the new band around his wrist and he tried to pull it off, desperate to not have a baby like the others. He’d seen what it had done to them, he’d watched them from his little cage, what the doctors had done, how the specimens had cried themselves sick for their babies, only to be separated from birth, to never see each other again. Most of the specimens had become so unruly that the doctors had killed them. He didn’t want to end up like them.
He sobbed and gave up trying to remove the new band when it started making his wrist bleed. He curled up tightly and calmed his breathing down slowly. It was pitch black in the caging room, Alfie had turned the lights out on them, and a few of the other specimens were crying in fear because of the dark. Because of the unknown.
He focused on his hands and he brought out his little balls of light, casting a soft glow over the nearest cages.
“How do you do that?” One man demanded fearfully.
“I’ve always been able to do it.” Harry sniffled, curling in on himself and relaxing each body part in turn so that he could sleep. It was so uncomfortable in the cage now, especially after the big bed. He hated it and his neck and back always hurt and he always woke up feeling even more tired.
With the soft glow of the light, Harry managed to drift off, only to be woken back up by loud bangs that startled every single one of them, some so badly that their cages rocked. He had no idea how long had passed since the doctors had left, but he didn’t know what it meant if they were back and making so much noise either. He was scared.
For a moment he thought that maybe an experiment had gotten free, but then he realised that they would need one of the doctor’s key cards that were on their belts, no one else could get into the caging room.
The door to the caging room beeped and one of the security men with the shocky guns ran in, his arm bleeding, and he locked the door behind him. Harry’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he, and the hundred or so other experiments, watched the bleeding security man. Maybe an experiment was free in the other rooms.
The security man went to a locked cabinet on the wall and he used a key around his neck to open it. Inside was a button, which he pressed, which brought all of the house lights on and an awful wailing siren sounded which made more than half of the specimens, including him, cover their ears and scream.
Loud bangs over the siren had Harry looking up in horror. He remembered that noise, from the first factory, and he screamed louder when he saw the security man using a killing gun on all the specimens inside the cages.
The noise in the room was deafening as a hundred or more people all screamed, shouted and tried to break out of their cages before the security man got to them. The specimen next to Harry, the man who’d asked him about his lights, actually looked like he was going to manage it as he partially turned into a werelion and used his animal’s strength to help him.
Harry screamed louder when the werelion’s chest exploded with the next shot from the security man’s killing gun. He huddled down and tried to make himself seem as small as possible, especially when the door burst open and more people came flooding in. He was going to die. He was going to be killed without seeing his favourites ever again. He started sobbing, waiting for his death as the loud noises went on over his head. He would have given anything to see his favourites just one more time before he was killed.
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Anita cursed furiously as one of the security guards locked himself in one of the rooms, she knew what was happening behind that door, but there were a lot more guards than she would have thought. She’d been expecting three, maybe four at a push…no, there were fifteen of them and though they only had Tasers, they were very well trained and they were blocking their progress, giving the one who’d sealed himself in the one room, time to kill the experiments. She could have already lost Harry and that thought enraged her. She had not done all of this for nothing, she refused to believe that he was dead until she saw him.
All of the doctors were in custody, they’d waited for the call from Bradford’s team before they had hit the factory, just in case the guards inside had a way to contact the doctors and alert them before they had a chance to arrest them. She didn’t like it, but Bradford had overruled her, reminding her that the doctors were the priority as the bigger threat, so they’d had to wait until they got the all clear, when all the doctors had been arrested.
“Ted! Get into that room!” She yelled at Edward, who looked across and nodded, making his way over to the steel door as an alarm blared through the whole factory and faint screamed could be heard from behind the locked door.
Anita and the small team she had with Bradford finished off the rest of the guards, using lethal force after one of the guards refused to lay down his Taser and instead had fired it at one of Bradford’s people. The voltage on that Taser was not meant for human use…it had killed one of Bradford’s team.
They had had no qualms about shooting first then, not with one of their own dead on the floor and they finished off the last of the guards as Edward ducked behind a filing cabinet as the door to the locked room was almost blown off its hinges….of course Edward would have brought explosives with him.
They hit the room together and the scene almost made her sick as a sea of blood met them, covering the floor and the stands holding small metal cages that housed only a few screaming, hysterical people. The rest were dead, heads and chests blown out by the high calibre weapon that the security guard in this room was firing into them, reloading with practiced ease from a bag he had tied to his belt.
Even as they surrounded him and aimed their own guns at him, his priority wasn’t firing at them or protecting himself, but taking as many of the screaming victims of this factory as he could, eliminating the living evidence of the experiments taking place daily.
“Lay down your weapon!” Bradford ordered.
But the guard just aimed and shot another screaming woman and Anita couldn’t stand here and try to reason with someone who wasn’t going to listen, she took aim and she shot him, right through the head as he aimed at another screaming, hysterical victim, this one a young boy who couldn’t have been over fifteen, but she had learnt her lesson in not judging these poor people by their appearance from Harry.
She let Bradford handle everything as she looked at the screaming, thrashing people who had been left alive and her stomach sunk as none of them were Harry.
“Is your boy here?” Edward asked her.
She shook her head sadly. “No.”
“What does he look like? I’ll check the dead for you.”
“No, I need to do it.” She told him and she went back to the door and started with those who had been killed first. None of them were Harry and her heart tightened…what if he’d never been brought to this factory?
“Sir! All the rooms are clear, Sir.” One of Bradford’s team told him.
“There’s no one hiding in any cupboards or behind a desk?” Bradford asked.
“No, Sir. We cleared everything.”
Bradford nodded. “Call it in. We need ambulances and a clean-up crew. Anita, do we remove the survivors?”
“No, they’re too hysterical, it’ll be dangerous.” She insisted as she broke her gaze from another body who wasn’t Harry to look at the still screaming victims. “They might attack us through fear.”
Bradford nodded, but he looked uneasy. “I don’t like leaving them in those cages, especially not with the view they have.”
“There’s sedation equipment here, we could put them under.” Edward suggested, pulling open a drawer to show sealed needles and sealed bottles of sedative.
“It won’t keep them down for long.” Anita warned. “But it might help to calm them down at least. They could hurt themselves like this.”
“Someone try and shut that damn alarm off!” Bradford shouted as Edward started taking out needles and loading them up with sedative and as Bradford helped him to inject the wildly thrashing victims, Anita carried on looking into every cage.
A tiny, skinny little body with a shaved head with a slight, stubbly growth of black hair caught her attention and she ran to the end of the row she was searching and she found him. He was curled up in a tight ball in the bottom of his cage, but there didn’t seem to be any blood visible. She put her fingers through the bars and into the cage and she touched him. Her heart soared when he jumped under her touch.
“Harry! Harry, are you okay?” She asked, shouting before the alarm abruptly shut off, leaving deafening silence behind for all of a minute before the specimens went back to rocking their cages and screaming as Bradford and Edward carefully sedated them one by one. They were terrified and had no idea what was going on, some of them might not even be able to comprehend what was happening, for all they knew, this could easily be another experiment and they were scared.
“Harry?” She tried again, able to get him to hear her properly now that the siren was off.
“Neeta?”
Impossibly wide, terrified green eyes turned to peek out at her and her gut turned over at how scared he must have been. Harry carefully peeked around the room and shivered.
“Don’t look at all of that, Harry. Look at me.” She ordered him protectively. “I’m here to take you back.”
“I can come home?” He asked in such a small, pathetic voice that she wanted him out of this damn cage and in her arms now.
“Ted! Get over here and help me.” She demanded and he handed the needles off to someone else and came right over.
“Is this your boy?” He asked.
She nodded. “Yes, this is Harry.”
“What are the odds he survived again?” Edward said to her.
“Just help me open this damn cage.”
“It’s an electronic lock pad. Hold on.” Edward got his gun out and Harry squeaked and curled up again.
“It’s okay, Harry.” She soothed as Edward pressed the barrel against the lock pad and fired, shooting it clean off before yanking open the cage door.
Anita pulled Harry out of the cage and just held him. She was dismayed to feel that he was skin and bone again, any progress they had made had been completely undone by his nine day captivity.
“Do I pull out these wires and needles?” Edward asked.
Anita shook her head. “No. I don’t know what any of them are or if he needs them. Wait for the medics.”
“This is saline fluid with a hell of a lot of vitamins added.” Edward said, reading the label on the bag. “It has the same number on it that the cage display was reading. One hundred and sixteen.”
“That was Harry’s number.”
“This fluid has been tailor made for him…I don’t think it should be removed at all.” Edward said blankly. “Who knows what it’ll do to him if it’s removed and he needs it. Those people were sick.”
The medics and clean-up crews arrived and instead of clocking off, Anita stayed where she was holding Harry as he cried into her neck.
“Richard was hurt, and Jamil.” Harry whispered.
“They’re both fine now, Harry.” She told him reassuringly. “They want to see you so badly.”
“I want to see them too. I’ve missed them and all of my favourites. I want to go home.”
“I’ll get you home as soon as the medics have seen you and say you can come home.”
“I don’t want them prodding me.” Harry sniffled.
“Just a little bit, Harry. I promise.”
“Are they doctors?”
“No, they’re paramedics.” Anita told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you going to call Richard?” Edward asked.
“Not just yet. I want to have Harry checked out first and get him in the car back to Saint Louis and then I’ll call them.”
Edward nodded and went to drag a medic over to look at Harry while Anita held him throughout the examination in which the medic cautiously declared that Harry was alright and removed the wires, catheter and most of the needles, the IV fluid with the added vitamins was left where it was and the medic insisted that Harry should still go to a hospital. Anita shot that decision down and she said her goodbyes to Bradford and she left as soon as she got an affirmative answer from the medic that Harry would survive the car journey.
The medics tried to argue, saying that all the victims needed professional medical assistance. Anita ignored them as she left with Edward and got into her jeep and strapped Harry in. The wires had been removed, but the IV drip was still in place so Anita made sure to be careful with the seatbelt. Harry was cuddling with the fluid bag attached to the IV like young children would cuddle a teddy.
“Will I see Asher and Richard?” He asked from the backseat as Anita started the drive back to the Circus.
“I’m sure you will.” She said and Harry smiled.
Edward used her phone to dial the Circus, from where it was settled into the car’s hands free set.
‘Anita!’ Richard’s desperate voice answered before the end of the first ring.
“Richard. It’s all…”
‘Please tell us you got him.’ Richard cut over her. ‘Please.’
“We got him. He’s going to be fine. Say hello to Richard, Harry.”
“Hi Richard!” Harry yelled into the phone from his place belted into the backseat. “I’ve missed you so much. Anita is bringing me home so I can see you.”
All they could hear was uncontrollable sobbing over the phone.
“Is Richard okay? Does he not want me to come home?” Harry asked insecurely.
“It’s not that. He just wants you home so badly and he’s missed you so much that he’s crying in relief, Harry.”
‘We have all missed you, mon ange.’ Asher’s voice came smoothly over the phone.
“Asher! I missed you. I have so much to tell you and Neeta said that the doctors couldn’t get me anymore.”
‘That’s right, mon ange. They can’t touch you again. We can’t wait to see you again. All of us are waiting at home for you.’
“I can still sleep with you and Richard?”
‘Yes.’ Richard answered thickly. ‘I think we could all do with some sleep when you get here.’
“Okay. I couldn’t sleep in my cage at all, I was so used to the big bed with you and Asher and it wasn’t the same in the cage. I need lots of sleep.”
‘We…we can sort all of that out ready for when you get back.’ Richard said. ‘Do you want anything to eat first?’
“He can’t have anything, Richard. He’s back on the IVs. He needs to be weaned back off of them. Can you inform Lillian?”
‘It’ll be done, Ma petite.’ Jean-Claude’s voice came over the phone for the first time.
“Hi, Cloud!” Harry called out. “You’re a favourite too, so I missed you!”
Several people chuckled and Anita actually heard one or two hard sniffs.
“Is Jamil okay?” Harry asked with a frown from the backseat, still cuddling his IV bag. “Anita said he was, but I want to be sure. Jamil is a favourite too.”
‘Jamil is fine, Harry. He wants to see you when you get back.’ Richard told him.
“I’ll see you all when I get back, make sure everything is ready for him. He’s got a blanket around him, but I think Harry will love his pyjamas back.” Anita said into the phone.
They said their goodbyes and Edward switched the phone off as those at the Circus made everything ready for their boy to come home.
“Go to sleep now, Harry.” Anita told him. “We’ll be home quicker if you sleep.” She added when he frowned at her and looked like he was going to argue.
“Okay.” He agreed easily.
She watched in the rear view mirror as he curled up around the seat belt with the IV bag. He couldn’t be comfortable, but he had more room on the backseat than he did in the cage at least. She put her foot down and prayed that they didn’t hit traffic or any obstructions, she just wanted to get back to Saint Louis and back to the Circus so her men could see that Harry was fine and well with their own eyes, though hearing him speaking over the phone would have likely gone a very long way in reassuring them that he was physically fine at least.
“Call Bradford, Edward. See where he is.”
“It’s only been half an hour, Anita.” Edward told her.
“I know, but I can’t shift the feeling that those people are going to escape and get away with this.”
“They won’t. I’ll see their faces in the reports and then if they do escape, I’ll hunt them down as Death.”
“I’ll come with you, as the Executioner.” Anita promised, looking at poor Harry sleeping in the backseat. “One way or another, we’ll get them. I swear it.”
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A/N: Harry is now free and this fic is wrapping itself up nicely. Another couple of chapters should see the end of the fic, but I will add an epilogue to the end, five, maybe ten years in the future to show you the conclusion of all of this, but first, I need to get Harry back to his favourites, bless him.
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