Saturday, March 17, 2012

Ev(e)



Ev(e)

  Dana Evans looked closely at the glowing keypad that sealed Dr. Gordon’s lab.  She knew the access codes had been changed remotely for her, but she hadn’t been told what they’d been changed to.  She typed in the generic ANACI login for classified civilian clearance, then the SSBI for initial top secret access.  Both returned a dull beep and a red screen before returning to stand-by green.  She scowled at the screen for a moment, and then typed in ‘Eve’.  The keypad lit green and the airlock opened.
       The door opened onto a catwalk that hugged the walls of a rectangular room.  The center of each section opened onto a staircase that connected the upper observation area and lower floor.  The difference was only about seven feet, but it was enough to create a range of options where someone could be waiting for an ambush.  She listened at the edge of the doorway, but the only sound she could hear was the dull hum of the overhead lights.
       The main power to the facility had been shut down after Dr. Gordon’s team failed to make their last report.  As far as the Government was concerned, thirty men and women shouldn’t just vanish.  The emergency power had also been shut down before she entered the air ducts on the surface and it served two purposes.  The first was that the emergency protocols of the facility would dictate that anyone still living inside the facility would either seal themselves in their respective labs, or return to their quarters.  The risk of suffocation was all to real if an outbreak had occurred and the entire facility became slated for a  containment purge.  The other reason was a bit more personal to her: the last thing she wanted was to find a fan blade whirring at high speed a few hundred feet down a shaft she couldn’t turn around in.
       That just left the battery backup systems, sketchy lighting, and security access systems.  The former she couldn’t do much about, but the latter had been arranged for her as part of her mission statement.  She looked down at the keypad again and felt a surge of heat rise from between her shoulder blades.  She thought they’d gotten past all the nickname bullshit last year after the Japanese nuclear reactor mess.  She had worked twice as hard as any of the ‘Adams’ in her investigative ops unit, and she got a tenth of the respect she‘d deserved.
       She ran her mission objective over in her mind again as she continued to listen to the room:  Find out why B.R.H.D.Lab 23 went dark, then report back and await further orders.  She tightened her grip on her pistol and then crept around the corner onto the catwalk and crouched on the inside of the door.  The hallways within the facility had been empty, and aside from an occasional touch of dust in a few corners, well cared for and clean.  The inside of Dr. Gordon’s personal lab was in a similar state.  As the electronic eye timed out over the door, the airlock closed and resealed itself.  Still nothing moved, but she did hear a soft muffled buzz reverberating up from somewhere on the lower floor.  She moved with a catlike silence and all the grace of a Hollywood ninja as she inched along the back edge of the catwalk and waited again in the corner for something to move.  After five minutes of near-silence, she felt confident she wasn’t in any danger of an ambush.
       When she straightened up and moved toward the lower level she saw a row of tall frosted-glass cylinders where distorted outlines of human-shaped shadows were hidden inside.   She followed the sound across the room from them where she saw an office.  The door was ajar and two large windows flanked its sides.  Each was fitted with mini-blinds that were only partially closed.  From between the gaps she could tell her search for Dr. Gordon was over.  She inched closer and gently pushed open the door with the barrel of her gun.  The dull buzzing noise was coming from a small machine on the floor that was vibrating violently.  Connected to it was a long thin shaft that reached up to where the good doctor was suspended above it.
       The ceiling tiles had been opened and two thick chains hung down through the opening.  Suspended between them was a long, thick wooden shaft that the Doctor’s arms were bound to.  Ropes were attached to each of his wrists, elbows, and shoulders and lashed him to the pole.  His legs were bent, his ankles tied to his upper thighs and then stretched wide by ropes tied nearly to where his hands were.  He had been blindfolded and gagged, then  left naked and impaled on the vibrating machine.  Semen dotted the floor in front of him.  Dried remains still clung to the end of his limp cock.  Dana tilted her head to the side as her brain raced to catch up to her eyes.  The room smelled faintly of ammonia from the dried cum, but nothing else assaulted her.  She stepped forward and put the back of her hand to his shoulder; he was still warm.
      Her head snapped back toward the open door and she raised the gun again.  She watched for any movement again, but then her eyes drifted to the desk where a small camera indicator light was blinking.  She inched closer and picked it up without her gun barrel turning away from the front room.  She turned the camera over in her hand and thumbed around for the playback button.  The loading screen ticked by and the screen went from black to a shaking swirl of colors that settled into the familiar frame of the office.  She could hear Dr. Gordon speaking to someone in hushed tones, but then he answered himself.  She checked the clock on the edge of the frame, but it hadn’t been set.  She glanced from the screen to the open doorway and back.   She wondered briefly how long he’d taken to succumb to his torture.
       Despite the evidence hanging behind her, when the Doctor entered the frame of the camera she was shocked to see he was already naked.  His body looked clean and unblemished.  His hair looked damp, like he’d just been out of a shower.  He turned the camera to face the position where she’d found it and Dana could see the wooden pole he was still suspended from behind her.  He made a few cursory checks to be sure it could hold his weight, then hung from it a moment before he looked over toward the door and smiled shyly, then nodded.  
       She glanced out toward the lab and strained to listen but the machine behind her was too distracting.  She risked using her boot to turn the switch on the side of the machine’s housing.  There was a faint click, and then silence washed over the room.  The video in her hand fell silent as well as Dr. Gordon walked out of the frame toward the lab.  She heard his muffled voice and made out something about being ready.  He told someone that the camera was set up and rolling.  A moment later she saw Dr. Gordon reappear, only this time he was fully dressed and his hair was dry.  He also looked suddenly older and had three days growth of facial hair around his mouth and neck.  She looked back at the man hanging dead behind her and her eyes narrowed on his jaw line.
       Dana’s eyes darted across the screen as a second later,  Dr. Gordon appeared next to Dr. Gordon, only the second version was still naked.  Dana watched as the two kissed for a long moment.  The clothed Doctor groaned slightly before he pulled back causing his second visage to stumble forward slightly.  The clothed Doctor touched the other’s face gently and then led him to the waiting pole.  Dana watched transfixed as one Doctor tied the other. He suspended him, blindfolded him, gagged him, and then set to the task of operating the machine with a clinical efficiency.
       Within minutes the bound Doctor was at a peak of arousal that was as clearly visible.  It was equally clear that the clothed doctor was enjoying the sensations he caused in his victim.  Dana could see that with each burst of vibration brought out by the machine, the bound doctor’s cock would jerk upright, pulse and spit in orgasm.  The clothed doctor, only partially visible in the edge of the screen seemed to mimic every action of the bound man, convulsing in time to him, his knees buckling under him repeatedly as if the bound man was transferring his tactile sensations to the other man.
       Dana knew from the mission brief that the Doctor had been researching behavioral bio-weaponry and cell research, but this was somehow way more than anything anyone on the surface knew about.  The video played in her hand for another ten minutes and each orgasm the men shared didn’t diminish, but seemed to grow more intense.  Dana felt a sudden dryness in her throat while she watched.  She swallowed hard, but it lingered.  She could feel a warmth rising up her back and it strained to escape the neck of her armored bodysuit.  She watched transfixed by the bound Doctor’s cock as it jerked up again and again, pumping out his essence for what had to have been the seventh or eighth time.  She glanced back at his deflated cock behind her as her own heat intensified.  It was a shame, really.
       The sound from the screen in her hand suddenly changed and she watched as the bound Doctor started to moan intensely.  His throbbing erection seemed to grow even larger and it took a moment for Dana to realize that the clothed Doctor had set the machine controls aside and had opened his pants to masturbate.  As he touched himself they both moaned in unison.  They both felt his touch even from across the room from each other.  The bound Doctor and could feel the other man’s hands as they stroked his cock. Dana’s mind scrambled to comprehend what she was seeing.  She’d heard of twins born with such identical traits that one could remotely feel when the other was sad, happy, or angry, but this was unlike anything she’d ever heard of.
     Both men reached orgasm at the same time and when they did, the bound Doctor’s head slumped and his body sagged.  The clothed Doctor fell back panting out of the edge of the screen.  She could hear him moving around in the lab, the sound of his pants being refastened.  He was muttering gibberish that faded into the background.   There was the sound of the lab door as it opened and closed.  The scene remained unchanged except for the movements of the machine on the floor.  Dana watched the entire video until she heard the sounds of the doors opening again.   After a few more minutes, she appeared and found the camera. 
       She looked up at the doors of the lab and her head tilted to the side slightly.  Somewhere out in the labyrinth of this facility she’d passed right by Dr. Gordon and never even knew it.  She stripped the video card from the camera and set it the edge of the desk on her way into the main lab and looked for a security interface.  The glow on the upper deck by the doors was still bright.  She holstered her gun and started to key in a quick scan of the internal cameras stationed throughout the facility.  She knew the main doors were sealed, the internal passages linking Dr. Gordon’s level to the others had also been sealed when the power was shut down.  A key list of one hundred  seventy doors appeared on the screen and she ignored the personal quarters of the other researchers.  The number dropped to forty.  She skimmed through the list and finally found Doctor Gordon in the cafeteria.  He was sitting in a chair, slumped forward.  Even from her vantage point, Dana could tell he wasn’t breathing.  She scrolled back the log until she saw him enter.  No one followed after him.  He just sat down, and died.  
      She turned around and looked down at the lab.  She wondered what the hell she was going to say about all of this in her report.  The last thing she wanted was to surface with a suicidal Doctor who killed himself through the indulgence of a gay bdsm fetish.  Yeah, that would go over really well.  The nickname of Eve would pale by comparison of what they came up wit after that.
       She made sure the door was still sealed and then headed back down into the lab and started to look through the equipment and binders along the shelves and countertops.  She circled the room and found herself staring at the tall cylinders.  She glanced back toward the bound hanging man in the office  and then at the cylinders again.  The frosted glass was too dense to see through, so she reached for the handle of the door.  The hinge was a little tight, but the heavy door pulled open.  The empty space was padded along the walls and was just big enough to fit a full grown person inside.  It reminded her of some kind of stasis pod from the movies where astronauts would freeze themselves against the tireless void of space.
       She moved on to the next, then the next, and the next.  Each was empty.  When she touched the handle of the last door, a shock of electricity shot up through her hand and seized her arm.  The involuntary muscle spasm hade her hand clench on the handle and the pain dropped her to her knees.  The world turned a dull white at the edges of her vision.  She felt like her mind was spinning in her skull and then thrown down a deep chasm.  When the jolt finally subsided, her arm felt numb, and yet, tingly as well.  She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath but once her eyelids closed, she was surprised to find that she could still see a dull white color instead of black.
       She felt a maddened sense of danger and backed away from the cylinder.  She drew her gun again and raised it up toward the opened sliver.  Her mouth went suddenly dry.  Everything started to sound like it was in an echo chamber, every sound reverberated off of itself.  She could hear her own ragged breathing, but from outside her body.  She forced herself to step closer and as she neared the edge of the glass, she could see the dull white sheen behind her eyes darken as her shadow crossed over the edge.  She pulled open the door with the tip of her boot and had the strangest sensation that she was both staring into a mirror, and well as watching herself in a dream.
       She could see herself standing in the padded chamber as naked as the day she was born, and yet she could also see herself standing fully clothed in her stealth body-armor pointing a gun at herself.  Her mind existed in both places simultaneously.  She lowered the weapon instantly, feeling as foolish as if she’d just put the barrel in her mouth.  At the same time, she felt herselves gasp, and both of her said ‘what the fuck?’  in unison before coughing on the dry air hard enough to make their eyes water.  They both looked up at the dormant air vents overhead and coughed again.
       She felt a dull heat run up her back and circle her collarbone.  It was like a lover’s hands, sensual and insistent on her shoulders before it started to crawl down her chest toward her breasts.  They both shook their heads as she reached out her hand to help herself out of the cylinder.  She realized what’d she’d done and jumped back, raising the gun toward herself and then pointing it away in a mad instant.  She screamed in frustration and confusion, but the sound didn’t come from her own mouth.  It rose like a banshee from her naked form standing in front of her.  She closed her eyes again and pounded her fist against her head trying to get her thoughts to fall into some kind of order.
        The moment her eyes closed, she saw herself from the outside and fell to her knees.  The sensation of having two noses, four ears, and two heartbeats pounding in her mind was like a battering ram against her sanity.  Her walls broke.  The sight of herself crumbling also created a hollow feeling in her chest that was rapidly filling with an icy cold.  It shifted turbulently though as she watched herself.  A dozen thoughts flashed through her mind, but the one that lingered long enough to hold onto was that all of the others on he rteam were waiting for her report.  She focused on the humiliation she’d have to endure when they found out that she’d failed.  ‘Eve’ they’d called her.  They couldn’t even say her name properly.  Jones, Jackson, Taylor, Simmons, Banner…but they never included Evans.  She was just Ev(e) to them.
 “Get the fuck up, Dana.”  Her voice sounded like her, but different.  Like a message on an answering machine played back.  “I said, get up!”  She screamed at herself.  The gun slipped out of her hand and fell on the floor.  She walked over to herself and reeled back, then swung hard.  She felt the blow in her hand and against the side of her head in the same instance.  Both hurt.  A lot.
       It also knocked her flat to the floor.  She opened her eyes and saw her standing in front of her.  It took a few minutes for the vertigo she felt to subside, but once it did her thoughts started to expand out from her own head, into her own head.  She became aware of her breathing, her heartbeat and the sweat running down her neck.  She unbuckled the outer jacket and handed it to herself.  She took it and slipped it on, but it barely covered her chest.  Her half-naked self started to look around the lab and she stood up and followed her own lead.
       They found a pair of slacks in a locker near the office, but there wasn’t anything for her feet.  When she straightened up and presented herself for her inspection, she smiled.  The slacks and the tactical jacket were indeed the start of a fashion revolution.  “We need to find out if-”
 “-he left anything we can use to -”
 “-figure out what the hell is going on.”
       They looked at each other like a hand that had been removed from a cast after several long months.  Each was part of the other, but alien and different.  “This is going to take-”
 “_some getting used to, yeah.”
       Each started to move toward the same portion of the desk and then both stopped to let the other go on ahead, then stopped again.  
 “Look, I’ll go first, and then you can follow my lead.”  Dana said to herself.  They both nodded, and then Dana started to rifle through the notes scattered across the counters.  Her other self looked at the chronometer on her jacket.  “We’re down to-”
 -“Twenty-eight minutes, I know.  I mean, I saw it when you looked down.”
       She returned to the cylinder and inspected the handle while her other self moved from the loose papers and started to look into the Doctor’s computers.  She didn’t need long to crack his codes, but the information she was looking for was far too intricate and expansive to even start getting her mind around.  She copied the files to a jump drive and put it in her pocket.  She glanced over at herself near the cylinder and then copied a second one.  Once it was done, she walked over to her gun and picked it up.  She felt a moment of hesitation, but then dismissed it as she handed it over to herself.
       She took it, then checked it out of habit before she moved it to her off hand.  Dana smiled thinly and nodded toward her thigh where another pistol was still holstered.  As her alter-self couched near the handle, Dana had a sudden flash of insight.  It was a thought that was hers, a question, but it didn’t originate from her own head.  “Yeah, I think I like that idea.”  her alter-self said.
 “This might just be the most incredible thing that could have happened to us, Eve.”  Dana said.  She let the sound of the name ring in her ears and for the first time it didn’t sting like an insult.  In fact, it seemed like an almost unbelievable joke.  They both laughed, and Eve leaned back to look up at Dana.  Eve’s jacket had parted for an instant and Dana felt another rush of heat sweep up her back, only this time it didn’t stop at her collarbone, it swept across her shoulders and down over her chest.  The feeling washed over her breasts and she saw Eve’s nipples harden even as her own did.
       They stared at each other with the lingered traces of their smiles still evident at the edges of their mouths.  Another wave of heat rushed over her, only this time it started low in her abdomen and circled within her and coiled tightly in her clitoris.  Dana could see Eve’s eyes watching her own body’s reactions.  They both felt hungry, hot, and suddenly incredibly wet.  The Doctors’ Gordon flickered briefly in their minds, their obvious primal energy both shared and explored.  But perhaps where theirs was steeped in fetish and bondage, Eve and Dana could feel something more sensual between them.  It might have even been better; hotter than Hellfire.
       Dana moved closer to herself and knelt next to Eve.  She felt a stabbing longing to push herself back onto the lab floor and take her own head in her hands, to kiss herself, to taste what her tongue felt like, to explore herself in ways that she could never have imagined before.  She felt the same feelings rebounding inside her from Eve and it filled their combined senses.  They both wondered for the briefest moment if what they were plotting was masturbation, incest, or a strange combination of the two.  They drew closer until they could each feel the other’s breath on their lips and just before their mouths touched they both stopped.  “We need to leave-”
 “-but then we will make time-”
 “-for ourselves later.”
 “My god, I’m so fucking wet right now.”
 “I know.”
       Dana looked over at the gas lines feeding the cylinders.  Then down at Eve’s breasts peeking out from under her jacket.  The chronometer showed the last minutes ticking by fast.  Eve smiled.  “Lets light it up.”


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