Alphas

[lari]

Nate relaxed on the couch, enjoying not having to talk or move for awhile. He expected Doc to handle the explaining, but was surprised to see the old man come back into the living room and to the computer screen. Was it wise to leave Metal Boy with Storm alone? What if his phone were to ring?

Very important business, Doc signed with a gesture to the computer. He had read the deaf boy's thoughts and answered the unspoken question. You should go talk to him as both he and Storm haven't a clue. Nate shrugged. This hole brainwashing business was getting on Nate's last nerves. Dustin was the third one to come through. They have been looking for the culprit for a while, and Nate wasn't very happy at the little success they've made.

The first brainwashee was a very pretty female who was not an Alpha. They found out that she was needed because of her job as a government worker. When Doc found her and brought her back, everyone tried to keep an eye out for her. But the silly girl answered her phone when no one was around and was ordered to drive her car off the bridge. And that she did. The second one was an older man that was an Alpha with the power to go invisible. He was used as a hit man for awhile, and they weren't sure exactly how many he killed. That man went after one of the other Alphas on the team and Nate himself one day. They ended up to stop and Doc tried to help him. The man was persistent not to get help, however. A couple days after the man had slipped from the team's sight, he was found dead after jumping off a tall building.

Nate didn't trust Dustin. Nothing personal, but once he goes into the mental state of being brainwashed, nothing would bring him back unless they had the medication that prevented it. Nate almost had his leg shattered by the tire of a car today. He wasn't in the mood to be forgiving.

Nate glared at the back of Doc's head, wondering what he was doing that was so important. Doc knew he thought this, but didn't comment. Suddenly, Nate had the urge to kiss Doc.

Vomit.

Lust. He was feeling lusty, and it was coming from the back room. Trying not to throw up, Nate stood with some difficulty and made his was back there. Now that all the adrenaline had worn off and he was tired, his soreness felt intensified. All he wanted to do was go sit back down, but that wouldn't do him any good if he wanted to kiss Doc's old wrinkled face. No offense Doc, if you're listening to my rambling mind.

The door was open and his eyes widened at how close they were to each other. "Sorry to ruin the moment, but I'm getting strong vibes of lust from this room. Whichever of you it is, keep it in your pants please. The feeling is making me sick." Nate gave a pointed look at Dustin. He didn't know which of them it was, but since he once was a teenage boy--thank God those days were over--he knew how the hormones worked. Nate felt extremely uncomfortable. The idea of Dustin and Storm made him sick--what if he killed Storm? Not that he would do it on purpose, but if it happened...? But he was in no position to warn Storm (what was he, an overprotective father?)

"While I'm here, I should probably talk to you," Nate muttered to Dustin. What was so important, Doc? Why are you making me explain all this? You know I hate to talk as much as I hate newbies and the brainwashees. Why me, Doc? "I'm sure she's explained Alphas to you. Well, there's one with a power to brainwash you. Every time he calls you and you answer the phone, you'll hear a buzzing noise-so I'm told-and this Alpha will be in control of you." Nate moved over to a cabinet and pulled out two needles and two bottles of a clear liquid. "This stuff is the only thing that can take you out of this state. You won't be able to remember anything, like how you almost killed Storm or how I got hit by a car because you pushed me." He tossed a needle and the bottle to Storm. The other one he put in his pocket, saying simply, "just in case."

Nate was trying to make him feel guilty, with the attacking Storm and car thing. Then maybe the idiot won't answer his phone anymore. "This has happened to people before. He'll probably try to call you soon and get you to kill Storm, or all of us, again. Make sure you stay near us for awhile, or just don't answer your phone. And eventually, the culprit is going to try to brainwash you to kill yourself. Don't worry, the brainwashing thing will wear off eventually." I think. So far, everyone else has died, so I don't know. "Sorry, it's a lot to take in."

[shady]

Dustin nodded, acting as if he were listening to the boy, Nate, Storm had said his name was. He was actually quite enjoying not being hit by this girl for being so close to her, and had almost gone in further until Nate showed up. Dustin coughed as the boy started talking, and blushed, instantly taking a step back towards the counter top. Dustin flexed,and poked out his chest though, acting as if he was not just embarrassed,and whispered under his breath about how Nate was probably just "jealous".

The boy,Nate, started talking about brainwashing though, little to no surprise,did not interest Dustin. He kept going back to thinking just how close he had come to taking that next step towards this Storm girl. Even though they barely knew eachother, she had let him get so close.

Nate started talking about how Dustin had tried to kill Storm, and had pushed him(Nate) into the street. Dustin smirked, already he could tell that he and Nate were not going to get along.

,"Well maybe you'd gave me reason to...,"Dustin let his words come out cold, and rather harshly, making sure he was facing right towards Nate so he could read his lips.

,"And what about this dude trying to call me back?What do i do,huh? I mean, it is kind of rude not to answer your phone when someone calls..,"Dustin made the last part come out rather sarcastic, even though Nate couldnt hear it, it still made Dustin feel like the tougher guy.

,"..and dont worry your pretty little head off..,"Dustin said to Nate as he began to walk around Storm and out into the hallway,"...there are a lot bigger things to take in then just this.,"Dustin smirked at the thought his own joke,and slightly nudged Nate as he walked by the blonde-haired boy.

Just then, if suddenly on cue, there was an abrupt ringing noise coming from one of the rooms in 'HQ'. The room Dustin had actually been tied up in. Dustin stopped mid-stride and let his shoulders sag, as if there was not more of problem already. He turned back towards Storm and Nate, shrugged and then went to answer the phone. As he approached the room, the phone continued to ring. As he began to reach for it where it lay on the table, the old man, Doc walked in,his expression blank.

,"Before you answer that..,"Doc said, a plan already contemplating in his mind,"...i think you should sit down...And, try to stay on the phone as long as possible.," Dustin eyed the old man, not sure if trust him or not, but did as he was told.

,"..Storm, get in here,and bring Nate as well.,"Doc said, suddenly searching for something in the piles of paper he had stacked in the room and booting up a few strange looking computer.

Dustin sat himself and placed the cell phone in each hand, then he stared at it, not sure if answering it was the right idea or not. But, then slowly, he slide it up, and listened closely.

,"..Hello?,"Dustin whispered, and then the ringing began, causing Dustin's mind to go blank, and his eyes to turn a blood red.



((Doc's plan-he is planning to track the cell phone that the brainwasher is using. When he finds the location,the Alphas can go in there and defeat the bad dude,stopping anyone from being brainwashed by that certain guy again.))

[Purple]

Storm stepped away from Dustin quickly, packing up the first aid kit. She shuddered at the emotions Nate described. Lust? Well it definitely wasn't coming from her. Lust was not a common emotion for Storm. Nothing would have happened between her and the black-haired boy. If he'd gotten any closer she would have stepped away and probably left the room, but still, it was a good thing Nate came in. She leaned against the counter, on the opposite side of the room from Dustin, listening to Nate but watching the other boy. It was clear that Dustin wasn't listening at all, or at the very least he didn't give a shit. When he started talking back she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Sarcasm was one thing--she herself was fairly sarcastic after all--but this was just sheer stupidity. When he said that it was rude to not answer the phone she wanted to say "Are you just an idiot or do you want to be brainwashed into killing yourself?" She continued to be amazed at his stupidity as he bumped into Nate on the way out, thinking, "Really? Are you like thirteen?" Storm couldn't help but smacking the palm of her hand against her forehead when he went to answer the phone.

"He's going to answer the phone, the fucking moron," she told Nate, since he couldn't hear the cell phone's ringing, "If he comes to kill me again I really hope the next thing that explodes is his head." Her head turned towards the room Dustin had just entered at the sound of Doc's voice, wondering what on earth he could be planning. She grabbed the blonde boy's wrist and began dragging him towards the room, not feeling like explaining that Doc wanted them when she didn't know why. Most likely he would put the pieces together. When they reached the doorway and looked in Dustin was sitting in the chair again, the phone to his ear. He appeared the same except that his eyes had switched from blue to a deep red. Meanwhile Doc was punching away at a computer frantically, and all Storm could do was stand there next to Nate and watch, wondering what would happen next.