Eve of Destruction (c) 
Chapter Fourteen 
By Fiction Writer #13 
(nosex, sci-fi, paranormal)

The return trip was traveled in silence.  Allen struggled to deal with all 
that he had felt, all that he still felt.  He tried to talk to Mal, but words 
seemed to fail him once his mouth opened.

Mal wasn't helping to make it any easier.  He kept them moving at a 
steady pace, speaking only once to hush Allen back into silence. "Not 
until we're back in Eve's room.  Keep it to yourself."

It was so strange, all of these feelings, none of them his own, 
weighing him down, pulling him deeper and deeper into a pit of 
despair.  By the time they reached the obsidian passageway, Allen 
could no longer hold back the flood of emotions.  He broke down into 
fits of sobbing as he staggered through the darkness and swirling 
designs.

His knees gave out about halfway through the tunnel, sending him 
face first into the hard floor.  Sharp pain exploded from his nose, 
needles pricked his eyes into temporary blindness.  Slowly he heaved 
himself upright, his hands wiping away tears that he at first believed 
was blood.

"What the hell is wrong with me, Mal?"

Mal stooped in the darkness and helped his friend to his feet. "You're 
just overwhelmed; too much, all at once."

"That's just it, Mal, I... what I saw, it was horrible but... but not 
anything that would make me feel so... I mean, I can understand how, 
how it might make Elissia feel, but... Jesus Mal, I only saw one thing 
and it didn't last all that long!  Am I going to feel like this forever?"

"No, the effects will start to fade away; maybe a day or two and you'll 
be fine.  Just so you know, you have more than one experience 
floating around in your head.  A lifetime is what she passed to you."

"But I only saw one thing.  The day Illithia was attacked."

"I promise you, it's all in there.  Your mind just needs some time to 
process it.  Now come on, we have to get to Eve's room before I can 
say anything more."

Allen stood on wobbly legs, but managed to pull himself together. 
"Yeah, okay.  I, I think I'm okay now."

One of the purple symbols drifted lazily by Allen.

"Ettohy," he whispered.

"What was that Allen?"

"Ettohy," Allen repeated a little louder. "That symbol.  It's Illitharian, 
isn't it?  It's pronounced ettohy."

"Close.  It's Angelic Script, a language used among the Elohim to 
ease communication between their many nations."

"It's, it's a protection glyph."

"Yes."

Allen rubbed his sore nose. "How did I know that?"

Mal gently pushed Allen in the direction of the exit. "You didn't.  
Elissia did."

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Sarah lay in her bed, Eve's bed, surrounded by Eve's things.  She 
had made herself a sandwich, but it sat untouched on the nightstand 
beside an equally neglected glass of milk.

'I don't even like milk.  Why did I pour it?  Oh yeah, Eve.  She liked 
milk.'

A shiver ran through her, gooseflesh raising little bumps all over her 
nude body.  She desperately wanted some clothing to cover herself 
before that man, her grandfather, came back.  She didn't want him to 
see her like this anymore; didn't want anyone to see her nude like this 
anymore.

'Except, except for Robbie; He can, if he wants, but no one else.'

She pulled the pile of teddy bears down around her, hiding beneath 
their soft fur and rainbow of colors.  They tickled her skin, but 
provided little warmth.  Her chills came from within, not from the air in 
the room.

"I'm so fucking bored!" she complained as she launched one of the 
bears across the room.  Eve may have been content without 
television, but Sarah was going out of her mind. 'I've got to get out of 
here.  Whatever Dr. Paul has planned better happen soon or I'm 
going to freak out.'

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The room was dark, save for the blue glow of a single computer 
screen.  Paul's fingers worked clumsily over the keyboard.  It had 
been years since he felt the need to type anything.  He'd been living a 
life free of technology since leaving his teaching position, but now 
fate stepped in and forced his hand.  This had to be done, and done 
quickly.

The most difficult task was complete.  Jonathan Reynolds' signature 
was a difficult one to mimic, but it wasn't Paul's first attempt at identity 
theft.  His past drug habit had seen to that.  The strange thing was, it 
was as if some unseen force was guiding his hand as pen stroked 
paper.  Perhaps the very same force that spoke to him during his time 
with Eve.

He felt it again while filling out the confirmation codes used by the 
Council.  By the time the reallocation order was sent, Paul felt for 
sure that it would work, so long as Reynolds didn't raise too much of 
a ruckus.  Paul's tasks were very specific; Jonathan had to take 
Aurora Five or the rest of the pieces would not fit into place, the 
dominoes would not fall in the correct order.

For the last hour Paul sat in this dark room, compiling information 
from hundreds of terminals scattered throughout the complex into one 
single data cube.  Historical files, experiments, medical research, 
spell books, and even some personal documents, were downloaded 
into the cube before he was certain he hadn't missed anything that 
might prove invaluable to the cause.  Then he topped it off with a 
dozen programs designed specifically for MERI training, files that 
Jonathan himself had helped create for his own men's training.  Once 
the cube changed to a deep shade of red, an indication that it was 
very near being filled to the brim, he pulled it from the docking station.

"Okay, on to the next task."

Dr. Paul stood and switched off the computer monitor before 
pocketing the cube.  After a quick scan to make sure everything was 
as he had found it, he left Dr. Allen Reed's office.

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The stairs creaked under Helen's weight, the plush carpet squishing 
between her toes.  The house was dark, even though the sun had yet 
to set.  The tall trees surrounding the building kept it in shade all day.  
An odd silence permeated the home as she made her way to the 
second floor.  On any other day there would have been a radio 
playing, or the sounds of a brother and sister arguing, or the 
animalistic sounds of sex.

Her body glistened, sticky and slick with a mixture of perspiration and 
slaked lust.  She had done the things she had been called to do, 
though she wished she hadn't.  The urges had been too strong to 
resist, the voices too commanding.

She had been cruel, vicious.  She hurt them.  Violated them.  
Destroyed them.  Hopefully she had taken away any doubt of what 
the two of them needed to do.  There must be no mistakes, no 
second thoughts, no worry of what might happen if they left.  They 
had to go, and never look back.  Danger was coming; perhaps it was 
already here, hiding in the shadows, just waiting for a chance to 
strike.

Oh how she wanted to tell them, to warn them of the approaching 
darkness, but the voices had been stern.  They had to leave on their 
own.  It had to be their decision and theirs alone.  All she could do is 
nudge them, push them into making the right choice.  Maybe she had 
gone too far, pushed too hard, but the consequences of them staying 
were dire.

At the top of the stairs she could hear the bath running, the 
thundering plunge of water echoing around in the tiled room, 
amplifying the sound.  The bathroom door was opened slightly, a thin 
bar of light escaping into the dim hallway.  As she crept closer she 
could hear her daughter's soft sobbing on the other side, could hear 
the pain in those sounds, pain which she had so brutally inflicted.

"I'm so sorry, baby.  Mommy didn't mean to hurt you so."

Helen spoke aloud, but barely a whisper.  Tears stung the corners of 
her eyes.

"It's okay now, Steph," Rob's voice overcame the rush of water. "It's 
over now.  I've got you."

'Such a good boy,' Helen thought to herself as she quietly left the 
bathroom door. 'Take care of your sister; heal the hurt that I caused.'

She moved down the hallway, choking back painful sobs until she 
entered Robbie's room.  Under the bed she found a backpack full of 
sports gear, which she carefully emptied.  She filled the bag with as 
much clothing as she could squeeze in, clothing she had almost 
never seen her son wear, but knew he would soon need.  Before 
zipping the bag closed, she carefully slid a folded piece of paper into 
the back pocket of a pair of tan slacks.

"You were right, something was wrong," she spoke to the empty 
room. "I should have listened, I should have helped.  I love you; I 
hope that you know that."

After placing the bag on the floor of Robbie's closet, she slipped back 
down the hallway, pausing once more at the bathroom door.

"We're going tonight while they are sleeping... and we're not coming 
back," Stephanie spoke. "At least, I'm not.  You can decide what you 
want to do once we're in Highland, but I'm never coming back here 
ever again."

Helen sighed with relief.  It had worked.  They were going to leave.

She tip-toed to the other end of the hall and entered Stephanie's 
room.  In her daughter's closet she found an empty over-night bag 
and quickly repeated what she had just done in her son's room.  
Again she hid a note among the garments.

She spoke softly. "I could never tell you how sorry I am for the things 
I've done.  One day, maybe you could find it in your heart to forgive 
me.  I love you."

As Helen made her way quietly up to the third floor and her own bed, 
she heard the bathroom door close and waited as Robbie walked to 
his room.

"Good night, my babies.  Safe journey; Mommy loves you."

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Jonathan couldn't remember the last time he'd been surrounded by 
such silence.  Below him the brilliant blue and white planet raced by.  
Above him the cold black of space lay spattered with pin-pricks of star 
light.  He had never enjoyed suborbital flight before, the flutter in his 
gut often made him feel ill, but this time he felt at peace, safe.

The world below was going to hell.  His best friend worried for his life, 
the little girl he'd sworn to protect was now five-thousand miles 
behind him, the family he had hidden in the woods might be 
compromised, the fourteen guys strapped into their seats behind him 
were plotting to kill him at any moment, and if he didn't find this 
mysterious artifact before the wrong people did, there would be no 
hope of defeating an evil God.  Down there the weight of the world 
was on his shoulders, but up here... up here he was free.

All too soon the aircraft began its descent.  Gravity pulled him back 
into his seat as the craft began to drop back into the atmosphere.  
The magnetic braking system hummed into life, snagging on the 
invisible lines of force that surrounded the planet, slowing them down 
before friction lit them up like a shooting star.  Inertial dampeners 
prevented pilot and crew from being squashed by the sudden 
deceleration.

Once over the target the ship slowed to a halt, hovering at forty-
thousand feet, a feat only made possible by the state-of-the-art 
propulsion system.  They called it an anti-gravity drive, but gravity 
had little to do with how it operated.  Its design was more closely 
related to the magnetic braking system than true anti-gravity.

"Ten minutes till touch down," Jon announced to his wannabe 
murderers.  After a quick prayer that it had enough time to cool down 
since lifting off, he switched on the cloak. "Prepare for free-fall."

Aurora Five suddenly dropped like a rock, plunging through the night 
sky, piercing through layers of clouds without a sound.

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"Eve?  Eve, are you in here?"

Buried under the pile of teddy bears she answered her grandfather, 
"Yes."

"Can I borrow your room again?  Uncle Allen and I have some things 
we need to talk about in private."

Sarah groaned to herself.  The last thing she wanted to do was get up 
and walk past the two of them while still nude, but she had to keep up 
appearances.

"Okay."

Mal smiled as she emerged from the hill of bears, a smile which she 
did not return.  Nor did she make any move to run up to her Uncle 
Allen for a hug, which was very odd.  As the little girl solemnly 
marched out of the room, Mal caught the bright flush that covered her 
skin from head to toe.

"Is everything okay, sweetie?"

Sarah stopped.  In her rush to get out and not raise any suspicions, 
she had forgotten that Eve would have at least hugged her Grampa 
before going.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling very well, is all."

Mal reached out and placed a cool hand on her forehead. "Well, you 
do feel a little warm.  Why don't you go sleep in my room, I'll be in 
later to see how sick you are."

"Okay, Grampa.  Good night Uncle Allen." Sarah offered a weak 
smile, trying to play the part of being ill while hiding the real reason 
she was so hot and flushed; Embarrassment.

Mal made sure that Eve went into his room before closing her door.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, but I still think I need to sit down." Allen sat heavily on the 
child's bed, back where this whole thing had begun.

This time Mal chose to join him rather than perching himself on the 
stool. "What my sister gave to you, it was a gift, even though it may 
not feel that way at the moment."

Allen gave a small chuckle. "Thanks."

"Seriously, Allen, my sister doesn't share that level of intimacy with 
just anyone, despite what you might be thinking.  She may share her 
body, but her memories are her most treasured possession."

"Did she share them with you?"

"No, she couldn't.  Nor could she share them with Jonathan, or Eve 
for that matter.  None of us are, how can I say this, compatible.  Eve 
and I are Nephilim, and Jon is, well, you already know."

Allen let his body fall to the bed. "So I was fourth choice, then; 
Doesn't make me feel very special."

Mal laughed. "There were many before you that she could have 
shared with, but she didn't.  Allen, she chose you.  I was the hesitant 
one, I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted on meeting you, 
meeting the man whom I spoke of as if you were my... my son."

Allen felt himself choking up, his emotions beginning to overwhelm 
him again.

"All I did was bring you to her.  She sensed something about you that 
made her trust you, believe in you.  It was Elissia's idea, her choice."

Allen wiped an errant tear from his cheek. "God damn, I can't seem to 
stop crying."

"I know how you feel." Mal cleared his throat. "In case you haven't 
noticed, ever since I took Eve, I've been having, uh... episodes."

"I thought you were just having a nervous breakdown," Allen 
snickered.

"I think I am." Mal gave Allen a light punch to his shoulder. "I can't 
stop this feeling that everything is about to cave in, my carefully 
arranged plans nothing more than a house of cards.  I've, I've been 
having dreams; Dreams about Helen.  I can't stop thinking about her 
and the kids; can't stop feeling like somehow they are in trouble.  I 
know I shouldn't worry.  Jon is very reliable and I know he's done 
everything he could to keep them safe, but still, I can't shake this 
feeling of dread."

There was a long moment of silence between them as each became 
lost in his own thoughts.  Allen finally piped up with something that 
had been bothering him for years.

"Mal?"

"Yeah Allen."

"What the hell is the RBC factor?"

Mal laughed. "My God, Allen, after all these years you're just now 
asking?"

"Seemed like a good time."

Mal shook his head. "Alright, I guess you know enough now not to be 
shocked."

"I doubt anything you could possibly tell me would be a surprise."

"Good point.  Settle in, this could take some time."

Allen pulled a green stuffed bear from under his lower back.

"The same year that my father was recruited into Phoenix, he made a 
recommendation to form the Council.  It was to be an over-sight 
committee made up of thirteen individuals from various scientific, 
economic, and political backgrounds.  They were to be the driving 
force behind all projects, guiding them, nurturing them, making sure 
that our ultimate goals were achieved.  Christian was surprised when 
his idea was made a reality, even more so when he was invited to 
become a member.

"It was shortly after the formation of the Council that British 
intelligence discovered Hitler's dream of creating super-soldiers.  We 
knew that the Germans had begun to study parabiologicals just like 
we were, but were unsure of their intentions.  Paranoia drove us to 
believe that they were aligning themselves with the forces of evil, with 
the monsters from our childhood nightmares.  Once reports of 
Heinrich Himmler's studies into the occult came to light, it re-enforced 
those beliefs.

"So it was decided that we should begin our own super-soldier 
program, and not just one but several.  One group worked on genetic 
manipulation, another looked for a selective breeding solution, and 
others tried to develop drug and hormone therapies.  At one point we 
had over a dozen different super-soldier programs going at once, but 
the technology available lagged far behind the science.

"It was around that time that Evangeline found herself imprisoned 
within the recently constructed PBRC.  The details of her capture are 
vague, but it seems she surrendered to the Capture Team without 
putting up a fight, an oddity that drew my father's attention.  He took it 
upon himself to study her personally and found her to be a wealth of 
reliable information.  Her contributions advanced Project Phoenix's 
knowledge base by light years.

"Evangeline's willingness to help eventually led to some very special 
privileges being granted to her.  My father petitioned the other 
Council members to transfer her from the PBRC into his custody at 
the Center.  They agreed, reluctantly, but on the condition that he 
would work on finding a new solution to the super-soldier problem.  
Of course he agreed.

"So while he grew closer and closer to Evangeline, he began his new 
task to create super-soldiers.  His answer was to create genetic 
mutations that would give specific enhancements to a soldier on the 
field of battle.

"At the time, everyone involved with Phoenix was discussing possible 
ways to end the war quickly.  Some spoke of Atomic weapons, 
specifically the work of Albert Einstein and his theories regarding how 
such a thing could work, about radiation and its effects on the human 
body.  Others looked back to the previous war with Germany, and the 
use of chemical weapons as a means to wipe out the enemy.  Still 
others pondered designer plagues, viruses that could decimate the 
target country's population but leave those who had received 
vaccinations untouched.  It was from those discussions that my father 
decided which defenses he would hope to produce in his soldiers; 
Radiological, Biological, and Chemical.  R, B, C.

"After a year of research and constant failure, he was going to scrap 
the whole project and try a new approach.  We were still years away 
from mapping the human genome; all work in such areas was merely 
stabbing in the dark.  On the day he was going to inform the other 
Council members about the futility of looking for such a solution, he 
decided to see Evangeline.

"The two of them had grown very close.  He trusted her judgment, 
respected the way her mind worked with such matters.  She was his 
confidant, his cheerleader, his mentor, and friend.  After listening to 
his problem, she offered another solution, one that completely took 
him off guard.  She told him of the Nephilim, of the children born from 
the union of human and Elohim, and of the powers they possessed.

"It's here that I must tell you that I purposely skipped a piece of 
history in our earlier talk.  I wanted to make sure you had a chance to 
absorb everything, to learn of my... uh... lineage before jumping to 
any rash conclusions.  It's about the Nephilim and what became of 
them."

Mal nudged Allen to make sure he was still listening.

"I'm still awake, just resting my eyes." Allen rubbed his temples. "The 
light in here is giving me a headache."

"You're still shaking off the effects of Elissia's gift.  The sensitivity to 
light should pass in a few hours." Mal shifted his body on the bed so 
he could lean against the pile of bears. "When the first Nephilim were 
born in Sumeria, it was a joyous occasion.  They were born of 
differing species, and that in and of itself should have been 
impossible, yet it still happened; A miracle, at least the closest thing 
that I've ever found to be one.

"At first the children were a blessing.  Once the children were told of 
the Ether and how to use it, it came naturally to them and they soon 
exceeded the abilities of their teachers.  They seemed to possess a 
level of control over the Ether that even the Elohim became envious 
of.  But all was not well.

"As the children matured into adolescents, certain appetites began to 
manifest.  Their beauty attracted both human and Elohim, and once 
the Nephilim had a taste of sex, they became ravenous for more.  As 
teens their powers increased ten-fold, as did their hunger for 
pleasures.  They began to abuse their powers, using them to feed 
their addictions, forcing others to join with them, to do as they 
commanded.

"The Sumerian people revered the Nephilim, worshipped them, and 
fed the fires of their lust.  The Elohim grew leery as they observed the 
children grow into positions of power.  In those children, they could 
see echoes of the evil they had left behind in the other universe.  The 
children perceived the Elohim to be a threat, one that needed to be 
purged, and soon the first clashes of human and Elohim began.

"By the time the Nephilim were in their twenties, the Elohim had been 
driven from the lands of Sumeria.  The Second Exodus is what they 
called it, and the Elohim vowed to never create such monstrosities 
ever again.

"With the distraction of the Elohim now gone, the Nephilim reached a 
new level of madness.  They began to fight against each other, using 
their human hosts as pawns in a game of war.  When the humans 
could no longer fight, they were abandoned, and the Nephilim met 
each other face to face in battle.  One by one they slaughtered each 
other, until only one was left; Lucifer.

"No one knows what became of Lucifer after that final confrontation, 
he did not return to Sumeria, but it is possible that he is still alive.  
One thing is certain, though, if he is still out there somewhere, his 
hatred of both humans and the Elohim would most likely ally him with 
the Dark One."

"So what you're saying is, you're nuts, and one day you, Helen, and 
Eve are going to snap and kill everyone?" Allen rolled over to face 
Mal. "That's if you don't kill each other first, right?"

"Good to see you're feeling well enough to be a wise-ass, Allen.  Can 
I continue?"

"Please do.  Only, could you get to the part where you answer my 
question?"

Mal shook his head before speaking. "No more interrupting, I'd like to 
get some sleep tonight if it's okay with you."

Allen chuckled. "No problem boss."

"Anyway, when my father heard this part of the tale, he was even less 
inclined to go along with her idea.  But she convinced him that it was 
the only way; that he would be able to find a way to correct the 
behavioral problems by using the research he had already begun.  
She spoke of an ancient prophesy that her people once believed, one 
told to them by their Gods.  It spoke of a Child of Light, born out of the 
love of two people from opposite realms, a child who would unite the 
divided against a powerful evil.

"To further convince him, she gave to him the same gift that my sister 
has given to you.  She shared her memories with him.  It was a risk, 
but one she felt compelled to make, and it paid off.  He fell 
desperately in love with her.

"The two of them began to work in secret.  Christian never told the 
Council of his new plans; he doubted that they would've had as much 
faith in his skills as Evangeline did.  However, he did keep up the 
appearance of working on the super-soldier program.  He used that 
time in the labs to develop a serum designed to inhibit the 
undesirable traits of his future offspring.

"A little over a year later he found what he'd been looking for, but 
there was a small problem.  In order for the inhibitor to work, 
Evangeline had to be the one to take it, and conception needed to 
occur as the drugs coursed through her bloodstream.  The changes 
to the Nephilim's behavior would occur in vivo, on a genetic level.

"They went ahead with their plans.  Evangeline took the serum, and 
on February 14th, I was conceived.  The pregnancy was kept a 
secret, though it was not easy to do so.  There were complications 
throughout the entire nine months, culminating in my birth, and my 
mother's passing.  My father was devastated over losing her, but he 
had me, and her legacy, and that gave him comfort.

"At first it seemed as if the entire project had been an utter failure.  I 
hadn't developed any powers on my own, nor did any of my mother's 
genetic traits appear.  As far as anyone could tell, I was one-hundred 
percent human.  But my father never gave up hope.

"He recruited others into his program under the guise of producing 
the RBC-Factor.  Your father, Zachary Reed, came in as a highly 
regarded biochemist, and Kshama Chandra, your mother, for her 
expertise in genetics.  Eventually he trusted them enough to tell the 
truth about me, about what I was, and they became my father's 
greatest allies since losing my mother.  Without their help, I doubt my 
father would have continued as long as he did."

Allen sat up at the mention of his parents.  He knew very little about 
who they were outside of the house, just of the loving parents who 
pushed him to do better in school.

"It was Kshama who discovered why my DNA hadn't shown any signs 
of Illitharian parentage.  My father took blood samples from me all 
through my childhood, but I didn't know why.  Back at the Center 
Kshama studied those samples until she noticed an odd curvature in 
the double helix of my DNA.  On a lark, she bombarded the samples 
with charged particles and then took another look.  When she did she 
discovered the reason for that odd curve; my DNA wasn't the normal 
double helix shared by all humans.  It was a triple helix.  My mother's 
chromosomes had been there all the time; they were just hidden by 
the Veil.  Technically, I'm two-thirds human, one-third Illitharian.

"When I reached the age of ten, your father began to detect another 
oddity in my blood.  A kind of chemical marker that could be used to 
determine just how strong a Nephilim would become.  You see the 
serum that my father developed repressed the natural instinct of a 
Nephilim, but it unfortunately repressed the innate magical abilities as 
well.  The presence of this chemical seemed to act as a kind of 
stabilizer; the higher the concentration, the more innate magical 
abilities with less likelihood of behavioral degradation.  A win-win 
situation if there ever was.

"The most surprising development came when your mother 
determined that the chemical is uniquely human; everyone produces 
it, but we're not sure why.  And that, my dear friend, is what you have 
been helping me to study."

"Finally," Allen grinned, "All these years and I just thought you were 
some pervert who liked forcing complete strangers to perform kinky 
acts for your enjoyment."

"The chemical only appears during heightened emotional states, 
smart ass." Mal chucked one of Eve's pillows at his friend.  "Luckily, 
on the morning my father was extracting a new sample of blood, I had 
just discovered the wonders of Marilyn Monroe between the covers of 
his not so well hidden Playboy magazine.  I still remember that issue, 
December 1953; she was the Playboy 'Sweetheart' of the Month. 
Lovely girl, she was my initiation into adolescence."

Mal grinned sheepishly. "Did you know that I was a virgin until I was 
twenty-one?"

Allen choked. "Twenty-one?  You?"

"Yup.  My father kept me sheltered for most of my young life; Wanted 
to keep a close eye on me just in case I showed any signs of the 
madness.  Sex was the last thing he ever wanted me to get involved 
with.  He thought sex might trigger those insatiable desires the 
previous Nephilim suffered from.  In a way, he was right to worry.  
Once I got a taste, the hunger never left me.  Nor has it left my 
daughter Helen.  If it weren't for my father's serum, I don't think I 
would have been able to function on a day to day basis.

"It's still a struggle.  I have to keep my mind on other things; I have to 
keep my life in order.  I keep my focus on the Project, and find 
controlled methods to slake my thirst for carnal delights.  It helps that 
one of my projects is connected to extreme sexual stimulus.  That 
kills two birds with one stone.

"Speaking of desires and urges," Mal pulled himself off the bed. "I'm 
tired and hungry, time to wrap up this little heart to heart, my friend."

Allen struggled to find a clear path through the fallen teddy bears. "I 
second that.  It's been a long day."

The two weary men left Eve's room, Mal escorting Allen out to the 
hallway. "I'll be in touch with you tomorrow.  For now, just take it 
easy, get some sleep, and I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan," Allen grinned. "Just one more thing... did a UFO 
really crash in Roswell?"

Straight faced, Mal answered, "Not my department," before closing 
the door.

For a moment Allen stood there in the hall, his mind trying to figure 
out whether Mal was joking or not.

"Nahhh..."

He shook his head before heading for his quarters.



Continued in Chapter Fifteen....


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