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The Taken	By : oneswish Category: A through F > Ender's Game Views: 2940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Enders Game, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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a/n hi all its higan.. i wrote like like 8 pages by hand and this is what i got soo far.. im still adding as i go.. and its a flow writing style.. so sorry if u all get confused.. and i write in a true style where when a person is thinking with thier brain i dont really break the paragraph with quotes.. cause quotes are for talking. and well sometimes thats confusing.
anyways on with the show..

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“What does the shirt from the tree have to do with any of these sequences?” Asked Smith, he pushed the coke-bottle glasses up is oily beak of a nose. Smith was getting agitated. He started looking at each doctor in question, blowing cigarette smoke in their general direction. The docs were actually psycho neurological therapists and they were baffled.
“Maybe,” stated a doctor still looking like he hadn't gone through puberty, “maybe in a way, he knows that he's being drugged and is giving us false sub-conscience imagery.
It appears no one thought of that. Smith's oily skin began to glisten with anxiety and sweat, his cigarette's ash began to make a trembling departure to the table. “Why didn't I think of that?” He whispered allowed but only of himself.
Acne face continued, “ The thing that we truly don't get is the lizard. There was never a thing in his dreams that died, or hurt. He even thought that the log died.” Acne stopped to let his obvious facts sink in the room. Truth be told he was gathering courage to state his next bold move. “Why can't we talk to Julian about any of this?”
Smith causally walked over to the pubescent doctor got right in his face showing stained yellow and cracked teeth. He calmed his breath that smelled of a strip bars ash tray. Once calm he straightened back up and back handed the youth. The poor boy was knocked out of his chair, his lip busting on impact. Warm cooper liquid rushed into his mouth. The youth began to cough from the shock of tasting his own blood and getting the frigging wind knocked out of him.
Smith walked back around the table to the head of the room, again. Ideally glancing at his bloodied hand. He smirked and proceeded to lick the young mans blood off of his skin. Tasting pure innocence. He looked at every doctor, than spoke slowly, “I already stated this once,” he drew in a drag from his cigarette like a casual sigh, oh was it a lie, “ We will jepordise the whole operation if we talked to Bean. He still remembers us from when we grabbed him. So to the answered to your question,” he looked at the youngest member of the team as he crawled back into his seat, “Marvin, is a no.”
Smith than dismissed the meeting with the wave of his hand and turned his back to the group. He snuffed his cigarette on the table top. Everyone ran to the door. Not wanting to be subjugated to Smith's wrath again for a second time that day.
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Whiteness. Painful, painful whiteness. His head throbbed with each passing, ticking seconds by. Trying to swallow with what little spit he had in his mouth, he rolled trying to get out of bed, but it only made is throat feel dryer. Man, I gotta pee. The floor was freezing to the point of pain, but he carried forward, his pressing bladder making it clear that nothing but it was most important right than.
Whiteness still surrounded his vision, but he still walked, in what he thought was the general direction of the bathroom. His muscles ached, than burned, like he hadn't used them in months. Tiredness, blackness started taking over the white. “No. I ... gotta make.. it to... the-,” Bean passed out. As he crumpled to the floor he felt something warm rush his leg. He sighed. Black.
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Marvin rushed into Julian's room. Screw protocol, he was walking towards the window. Who the hell keeps drugging him, thought Marvin. Not noticing where his next step was he slipped in at first what he thought was puke. Oh, no! Oh God, please no! Gross. God Damn kid!
The kid was already back in bed, Foley catheter re-entered. Difference this time was Julian was restrained to the bed. He's done this before, foes it have to do with the lizard? Or maybe the log and slime?
The pubesint doctor left Julian's room and began to walk back to Smith in the board room. Smith needs to know this, this crap. Someone's breeching Bean's room and well somethings happened. He looked at the solid oak doors and with a tremored, nervous twitching hand, knocked three times.
“Come in, and it better be damned important,” Smith yelled from the other side if the door. Marvin pushed the door open with a grunt. Smith was on the phone. He waved Marvin to take a seat than resumed his phone conversation. “Yes, General, I know... No. He seems to be ok... No we stopped all drug use... Yes, still no contact...” Smith looked at Marvin from across the table and raised is fingers to his head and pretended to blow his brains out. Than he smiled, at Marvin? “ What?” Smith yelled back at the phone. “What do you mean? We can't jepordise what we... Yes, sir... Ok, how many than? Just one!?!” He than points to Marvin and mouths one simple words 'YOU!' “Yes sir. I'll talk to him first thing. As a matter of fact he's right here.”
Marvin heard Test town on the other end and shuddered.
“So I will let you go... Yes sir. Bye sir.”
Marvin's lip began to ache once more remembering when Smith back handed him, now he wants his help? Whaaa? Marvin waited for Smith to start since he was so so confused.
After hanging up the phone he just stared at the ceiling. He reached for a pencil or pen, and tossed it. Direct hit, he thought. The pencil was logged in the ceiling. He than cleared his throat so Marvin jumped in his seat. Man, I love tormenting this kid. “Ok, Marv? I can call you that? Well I'ma call you that anyways. That was General Thomas and it appears that he wants one of you guys talking to him. I picked you and it was so conveint that your here. So, what did you want to tell me?”
Marvin looked at the table. To say he was in shock was an understatement, but at least his tremors ceased. He took a deep breath and released. This is gonna be hard. “Someone is still drugging Bean, and they removed his restraints. He started walking towards the window but pissed himself and passed out. No one when into his room. They just looked on the monitor and started laughing. And I went in. So I.. Went into his room, put him back into bed and re-restrained him. I came straight here.” Marvin felt worry as he looked at Smith. He waited, and waited, and waited some more. He started to get a numb backside from waiting for what felt like a half and hour.
Finally Smith took a deep breath and began to speak his mind, not really caring if what the hell he said or if he worried Marv. “Did you notice they took his Foley out? Well of course you would, your covered in his piss. Try and get his pee checked for drugs. Anything thats illegal: heroine, crack, speed. Anything that destroys or causes nerve damage. Also if its a cocktail than its home made. We're not telling Thomas about this. Understand? Secondly, you need to watch Bean 24/7, better yet we'll move him. I want him with you, at All times! Ok? Marv, if it is nerve damage than someone wants Bean dead. Thats something that I can't live with. Don't ask. Don't talk anymore, just know that your being moved, effected immediately,to Test Town with Bean. Guards will be posted and changed around the clock so no one but those with access can get though. Basically you and me. Now Move!” Smith dug into his pocket and grabbed his cowboy killer's and his silver zippo. He than looked up and noticed that Marv, still sitting, twitting his thumbs. Smith sighed and raised his lit cigarette to his lips again.
Marvin raised his head and froze. Smith sighed, yet again. Patients waning. “Move!” He yelled. “Go. Now!” The last word made it to the closed doors. Smith chuckled to himself. Stupid, stupid boy.
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soo what did you all think so far? lame? not so lame.. likes, dislikes.. critisism is always welcome.. minus flaming.. thanks again all.
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