hannah_chapter1: (Bender)
Title: Sixty Seconds (2/?)
Author: hannah_chapter
Rating: PG (for now)
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Sixty seconds. One minute. That's all it takes to change your life forever.
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.


The pen makes a soft, scratching sound as it travels across the page. The old man frowns, draws a heavy black line through his last sentence. He doesn't raise his eyes from the paper, even when he addresses the man standing before his desk.

"DeVries."

"Sir."

"Do you have something you want to tell me?"

"We had an incident."

"What kind of incident?"

"A suicide attempt."

"Another one?"

"Another one."

"Why wasn't he sedated? I've made my feelings on this matter very clear."

"But he was sedated, sir. The dosage isn't strong enough, not anymore."

"His current dosage is enough to kill a normal man. Three times over."

"But it's not enough."

The old man sighs.

"Fine. Increase the dosage."

"Already taken care of."

"A suicide attempt," the old man scowls, "how did that happen? You removed everything he could stab or hand himself with."

"He chewed through his wrist."

"Hmm. Well, he's inventive, I'll give him that. The attempt triggered a change?"

"It always does."

"Did he get out?"

"Yes. But he's back now. We've got him downstairs, strapped down, drugged up."

"Collateral damage?"

"Four of our people are dead. A fifth won't survive the day."

The old man dismisses these dead men and women with an airy wave and a sneer.

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad. But what about the real world?"

"One victim, just one," DeVries consults a clipboard, "a man, Matthew Bellamy."

"Well then, we were very. very lucky. Better one dead man than fifty."

DeVries shifts from one foot to the other, uneasy.

"Bellamy's not dead, sir."

That gets the old man's attention. His head snaps up.

"What!?!"

"The victim survived. The subject was chased away before he could finish."

"Where is this Bellamy person now?"

"In hospital."

"He's been infected."

A statement, not a question.

"Almost definitely. We need to move, and fast. I've got a team ready to go. The second he's discharged, we'll scoop him up."

"No."

"Sir?"

"Don't take him in."

"But we can't leave him out there."

"We can. We will. This is a unique opportunity. When our subject has his first ... episode we scooped him up, to use your phrase, and cleaned up the mess he left behind. We study him, we do our best to keep him contained. But now we've been given this gift, a second subject. I want to see what he'll do, how he'll cope with his condition, out there in the real world."

"He'll kill people."

"Yes, he probably will. But progress demands sacrifice," the old man taps his pen against his bottom lip, "does this Matthew Bellamy have a family, a wife and children to hurt?"

"No. He lives with a boyfriend," DeVries consults the clipboard again, "Dominic Howard."

"Oh, he's one of those," the old man sniffs, "alright, I've heard all I need to. Have Bellamy watched, have his boyfriend watched, the doctors treating him, the witnesses to the attack, the officers investigating the attack. Watch them all and if anything should happen, well, you know what to do."

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Then what are you waiting for? Get to work."

DeVries tucks his clipboard under his arm and walks away, mind already ticking over the details of this new assignment.
hannah_chapter1: (Sparta)
Title: Sixty Seconds (1/?)
Author: hannah_chapter
Rating: PG (for now)
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Sixty seconds. One minute. That's all it takes to change your life forever.
Feedback: Would be lovely.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, this is fiction.


Sixty seconds.

One minute.

That's all it takes to change your life forever.

*********************************

Five seconds, Matt's on the ground, hands scraped and bleeding, his phone skidding away across the concrete.

Ten seconds and the thing that knocked him down jumps on his back, forcing all the air out of his lungs

Fifteen seconds, Matt's trying to get up, trying to catch his breath and failing at both.

Twenty seconds, he can smell the creature's breath, feel its saliva on his neck. It burns like acid.

Thirty seconds, the creature moves off him for a second and Matt can finally breathe, but it is a brief respite.

Thirty-five seconds and the creature is on him again and it's biting him, biting with impossibly large, impossibly sharp teeth.

Forty seconds and it savages him again, infecting him, changing his life forever.

Fifty seconds and people are coming to Matt's aid, driving the creature away.

Sixty seconds, the creature is gone, hands are examining Matt's injuries, voices are reassuring him, telling him the ambulance will be here soon.

But it's too late.

The damage has been done.

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