Spectre: Shades of Grey chapter 7

 

Spectre: Shades of Grey
Chapter 7
A Comics Retcon Story

by Maggie Finson

 

Charlie Hotchkiss was, literally, escorted to his boss' office by a pair of security guards who were each big and burly enough to give an NFL linebacker pause when they were in all out attack mode.

“Ahh, Charlie.” Clarke greeted him without looking up from the computer screen he was reading, or watching something on. “Good of you to come so quickly.”

“I — I was brought, and you know it.” Helena's one time husband shot back.

“Well, yes.” Clarke nodded then turned the monitor he was looking at so Charlie could see what he was watching. “Was that an accident?

Charlie winced as he watched the vid. A syringe of the genetic mutagen they used on their victims fell off a tray and the uncovered needle stabbed into his arm and his struggles to get it out caused the plunger to depress and force all the fluid into his blood stream. “Yes.”

“Clumsy.” Clarke shook his head. “And careless of you.”

“It hasn't been activated yet.” Charlie countered weakly. “I'm still me.”

“No, Charlie, you aren't.” Clarke sighed. “Now, genetically, you're someone else entirely even if you haven't had the nano infusions that would trigger the changes physically. As you are, you're a liability to us, you know that don't you? Onc genetic test and everything we're doing here would be exposed.”

“Why would anyone make me do something like that?”

“Hmm, Arabic and African mix, very nice.” Clarke ignored the man's last question. “The results should turn out to be not only very lovely, but also very profitable. And Charlie, your performance has been slipping since this happened. A lot of the decisions you've made since Helena died haven't been good ones.”

“I'll get over it.” Charlie argued, I'll get back on track.”

“Yes, you will.” Clarke nodded. “Only that track won't be what we, or you, had originally planned.”

“You, you can't do this to me.”

“Yes I can, Charlie.” Clarke countered. “In fact, given what you've had done already, I can and will do whatever I please with and to you.

“Take him to the clinic.” He ordered the guards. “So he can be chipped and given the nano treatments.”

Charlie could only scream, fight as well as he could — which was pathetically ineffective given his escort, and was taken away to start his new life.

I had been watching, and shoved something into Clarke's mind, unobtrusively, but I did it.

He gave the screen, and the door of his office a thoughtful look, then made a note to name the new girl Samira.

* * * *

Charlie regained consciousness strapped to a bed in a room that he'd probably overseen the same type of procedure in numerous times.

The base of his skull, just above where it joined his neck ached and burned.

It felt like fire ants were gleefully running through his veins and nerves, so he knew the nanite treatments had already been given.

All he could do at that point was wish they hadn't beaten the toxicity of the original bio-chips. He knew that he would live a long, and outwardly happy life. Though it wasn't one he, or anyone he had known, would have chosen.

As the despair overwhelmed him, he did manage to curse the authoress of his current problems. “Damn you Spectre, God Damn you to Hell!”

* * * *

I heard that curse and found myself smiling as I did.

“Oh, Samira, like I told you, I'm there already. You've just gone through the gates. Talk to me again once you've been there for awhile.”

He heard that, and my cruel laugh once I'd finished answering him.

Like I've said before. There really are times I don't like myself all that much.

* * * *

Mitsuko had suffered since the ghost girl had visited her. But that was nothing new. The new thing, the really wonderful thing in her life, was the astonishing idea that her suffering was a lot less of a burden.

Granted, the child growing in her belly was another reason for that. Never in her wildest dreams had the person Mitsuko had once been did that person, that lost man, consider the possibility of being a mother.

That she thought, at least, wasn't a bad thing at all. Being a mother.

Oddly enough, the thing that was supposed to break her completely, finish without a doubt the transformation that had been forced on her, being pregnant, was only making her stronger.

“Men not understand how it is.” She whispered while stroking her belly. “Baby makes a woman a tiger. One not to provoke. For that I thank you and will always love you even without that. I never fight before. Now I have reason other than me. Bad men all pay for what they do. I be there to watch. All of it.”

“Talking to the baby again, dear?” Her husband asked indulgently as he entered the room.

“Yes, my husband.” Mitsuko smiled and this time the smile was real. “I talk to baby.”

* * * *

Dammit, how many times can a person be humbled in a week?

Mitsuko had shown me a quiet, determined courage that I wasn't prepared for. My experience with people, even in my former life, just hadn't shown me that aspect of humanity.

Kyle, the comic writer, had shown me love that was not at all judgmental.

Kyle the Green Lantern had shown me that no matter what the outside was, everyone had a sense of fun and could enjoy it if they would only let it go.

Phoenix had shown me that no matter how powerful someone was, they could still be vulnerable.

Jade had let me know that people can change, and adapt to those changes even if they weren't all that pleased with how it happened.

Megan had given me a glimpse of pure determination, that refused to be stopped by mere physical obstacles.

Damn you, Tisiphone. Why did you have make me so perceptive?

Probably to remind me that I had been human and that part of me still was.

Humanity has always puzzled the gods, whatever gods were around.

And managed to impress them, too, I might add.

* * * *

I was floating above the arch, the place everyone in the world seemed to know was the place to look for me, by the way, when a green streak approached.

“Hi Kyle.” I greeting the person who had arrived and gave him a kiss and hug.

“Hey, lady.” He responded without any of his usual innuendos,though he had responded to the kiss and returned the hug.” I've found some things you can use.”

“Great.” I answered but was still hanging there with my arm around his waist and kind of enjoying his around my shoulders. It was, predictably green, but it was a thumb drive.

“Been tracing things and at least found where, and to who, they sold their victims.” He quietly told me.

“That will be a big help, Kyle.” I smiled and found the unsettling fact that I actually liked a man besides my gentle Kyle, to be not that bad at all.

“Good.” He grinned, then added with a gleeful expression on his face. “Caught you!”

“You cheated.” I told him then laughed. “But, yeah, you caught me. Woo the girl with things she wants, it always works if the guy is at all worth it, you know.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Oh, yeah.” I answered softly as I took his hand. “Come with me.”

And no. I will not satisfy your prurient curiosity here. Use your imagination.



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