Reeling it all in

 The lights flickered in the lab as Jack woke up. Just was still settling and there was smoke in the air as he took in his surroundings. Everything was in ruin.

Over a decade a worth of work was scattered around the lab, equipment and paperwork smashed and tore apart, lay in pieces as far as he could see. 

Attempting to get up he realized he was pinned down, something was crushing his leg and he hadn't felt it until now. 'That's not good' he thought to himself. He tried to pull on his leg but was racked with pain running up his spine from the crushed limb. "Fuck!" He cried out. 

Just then he heard a groan from across the room. "Rory? Ray? You guys alright?" Jack called out, remembering the others that were in the lab before everything became a giant mess.

"I'm alright, old man." A young man's voice called from the suction of the groan. 

"Ray! The fuck happened?" Jack asked as he was shook with pain again. "Shit, forget that. I'm pinned kid, I'm gonna need some help"

"Is saving your ass going to be a new routine around here, or am I just unlucky?" Ray chided as he came around a server cabinet that was knocked over. "Shit, you look like... Well, shit." He said as he knelt next to Jack. 

"I feel like it, now help me out of here, lift that cabinet off my leg." Jack nodded towards the file cabinet crushing his leg. "Slowly, it fucking hurts and too fast might cause more damage"

"Looks kinda heavy, let me test it first" Ray slid a hand under the corner and tried to lift the cabinet, it hardly budged. Jack howled in pain as he set it back down. "Let me see if I can find something to help." He said before he darted back into the smoke.

"Hurry up! There's a fire or something if there's this much smoke" Jack called after him. "See if you can find Rory"

"No shit." Ray muttered as he shoved aside server cabinets and remnants of the massive quantum computer that used to take up most of the lab. "How the hell did all this happen?" He asked himself as he rounded a corner. Slumped against the wall was a man in a white lab coat, Ray recognized him instantly as Rory, not because of what he was wearing, but due to his resemblance to Jack. Being a clone of sorts, Rory had the same punchable face as Jack, only younger, yet different somehow. 

"You alive?" Ray asked, slapping Rory a couple times in the cheek.  Looking up to the kid, Rory shook his head and sighed. "It's one thing to save Jack, but to come to my aid? Things just be pretty bad. Holy crap, what the hell happened here?" He said fully taking in the room around him. 

"We can figure that out later. You good? Jack is pinned." Ray said extending a hand out to Rory. 

"Yeah, I'm good." Rory said taking Ray's hand. "Let's save Jack... Again."

After twenty minutes and lots of effort, they managed to free Jack, and get him mobile. He wasn't as injured as he lead on, earning him some side eye from his companions, but they didn't say anything. With a bit of team effort, the three managed to move aside enough debris to reach the tunnel to the surface, and climbed out, flopping into the ground gasping for the fresh mid morning air. 

"Anyone know what the fuck happened in my lab?" Jack asked after a few minutes, staring at the sky as he leveled his breathing.

"Well, nothing good I imagine." smirked Ray.

"I think... I think he's loose. " Rory said softly.

"Great... Just great... Did anyone bother to check the status of the pods?" Jack asked sitting up quickly.

"Yeah, pod room is fine. Seems like the damage was all in Lab A. " Ray said, trying to calm Jack down. 

"We need to go back down" Jack says rising to his feet, his ankle causing him to limp and wince as he walked back towards the hatch.

"We need to find Mac" Rory said standing up to follow Jack. 

"We need to get the fire out before Lab A isn't the only thing on fire down there" Ray reminded them. 

"Well fuck" Jack and Rory said in unison, then turned to stare at one another. 

"This is getting old" the two said at once. 

Ray laughed.

Scratch that. My entire fucking family hates me.... Wheres the scotch?

After a few hours of explanation, I think I finally understand what is going on here. "So let me get this straight. Naida is well over a few thousand years old, some group you call The Organization was studying her and you, Dad, broke her out and stole all their research? And in that research was some extract from her blood that somehow, and you wont tell me because you are a sadistic asshole, I ingested as a kid? And The Organization found out that I ingested it, and wanted to kidnap me for research? So you abandoned the three of us, me, mom and Kent in new york in a safe house for protection, telling me and my brother to get fucked, beating me a couple times before you left, and then going about your day? All the while you amassed resources to protect us, and when they found us, you attempted to make it look like we all died, but I wasn't home, so you allowed me and only me, to think my whole family was dead, and then took mom and Kent into your little order of freako's and just watched me jack off for the past 5 years? Is that all? Did I miss something?"

"Well that about sums it up. A little twisted of you to say I would ever beat my dearly loved son." Trent started to speak

"You took a bat to his rib cage and kicked him in the head and watched him heal up before your eyes due to whatever it was that was in the vial he drank as a kid. You are an asshole Dad." Kent corrected

"If I even drank it, sick fuck probably fed it to me." I grunted against the duct tape holding me to the chair.

"I would never.... Well, now that you mention it.... Nah. I definitely didnt put the bottle cap on the wrong bottle and mistakenly give it to you on purpose or anything. Im not that sadistic of a man." Trent laughed

"Fuck you" I said through clenched teeth.

"Whatever, so I take it She is on the ship you came from?" Trent asked Kent.

"Actually, she is on the island waiting for us" Kent replied

"What island?" I asked now confused

"Well, it isnt really an island persay. More like, an isolated area of the world cut off from everything else that might as well be referred to as one." Trent spoke from behind me cutting the duct tape. "Behave will you? The guards can be far more brutal than I ever was." he whispered in my ear.

Scoffing I turned to him and gave him a hug "If it werent for my bruther right there, the knife I have pressed against your balls would find its way into your flesh old man" I whispered in his ear

"Behave youngster, you have alot to learn" he said calmly, and with that I was on my ass and he hadnt moved.

"Enough you two. I get it, one has daddy issues, and the other loves having a regenerating toy. But now isnt the time for such stupidity" Naida said coming back from the bathroom

~~~~~~~~ Several hours later of family bonding time......~~~~~~~~

"So I can regenerate? But to do so I basically knock myself out?" I asked completely bewildered.

"Pretty much. I can as well, but much faster, and of course, I dont exactly go all epileptic when I do." Naida giggled at me. We were back in the sparing area from earlier. Now that I knew my dad was watching me get my ass handed to me, it almost felt rather sadistic. He always was getting off on my pain. Fuckin asshole.

"So why are we down here causing me pain again?" I asked nursing a bad pain in my jaw from a rather fast right hook she gave me only a few moments prior.

"Because we need to teach you to not black out from pain silly. And because Trent isnt the only one who gets off on you squirming." she grunted kicking me in the chest making me fly back 10 feet into a wall and then pressing me to it by my throat. "But I just love that look on your face."

"What look?" I asked groaning in pain

"That look telling me to fuck off"

Puppy is biting my toes...

"Oh do please shut up." Trent told me harshly while opening a drawer on his desk and pulling out a small wooden box.

"Fuck you. That's my brother!" I shouted at his

"Yea and? So what?" Naida scoffed walking over to a mic on the wall and pressed a button. "When he gets here, send him up. Oh..." she looked over at Curtis and gave a cruel smile "Do be gentle this time"

"Hey you fuckin bitch whats the big ide-" and then all was black. I was getting real tired of being hit in the head with shit.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Little Brother Time~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I pulled the speed boat alongside the ship and was greeted by a man with an rifle on the base of the ladder. "Oh, hello Mr. Kent. Good to see you." he said lowering his weapon. "Likewise Victor, I assume everyone is still on the bridge?" I smiled as I shook his hand. He is a good man. "Well, the lower deck Sir." he said stepping on to the boat and securing it to the side of the ship. "Well, Ill leave you to it. Make sure to tie it up real good though, I think there is a storm coming." I spoke stepping onto the first step of the ladder. "No problem Sir, no one can tie a knot like I can!" Right you are Victor." I ascended the ladder and reached the main deck. Looking around it was exactly as it was last time. Deserted. Well, aside from the guards posted everywhere under tarps, painted to look like parts of the ship, and others laying on high parts not easily visible. Just as it had always been.

As usual, I wasn't given any fuss when I reached father's ship. I was wondering if my brother was receiving the same treatment though. Dad had a way of toying with his mind our whole lives. Never understood why. Other than dad being a complete and utter asshole, I shall never know. I just hope he filled him in on everything before I got here otherwise I will have to deal with my brothers obnoxious whining and groaning. It really does get old, especially when you watch him from a distance for 5 years. It is hard to understand how we were related.


I wandered on over to the tower where the bridge was and paused. I hadn't seen my brother in 5 years. Of course, I have watched him all this time, but I havent been in his presence since he thought I had died. I laughed a little. "Oh shit" I said to myself, and entered the hatch. Inside was eerily exactly as I remembered it from last year. Dirty, filthy, spider webs and rats being the only signs of life. Dad sure knew how to make a ship seem abandoned. Too bad he forgot to tarnish this shiny new door handle on this door not meant to be on a ship. Opening the door, I went down two flights of stairs and entered the observation deck on the other side from whee the lower bridge was. That is when I saw them tying my brother to a chair. I ran as fast as I could Not knowing what hellish ideas father had in store for him.

I burst into the door "Come on you promised!" I shouted at father. "He wasn't to get hurt." "Oh hes just fine. We knocked him out because he started getting a little... Out of hand when he saw you. He thought you were dead remember?"

"What.... Where am I?" Curtis started to speak as he came to. I knelt before him and lifted his chin. "Hey big bro, its been a while."

I must have eaten something bad.

There was a million other reasons why I could have lost my memories on where I was, but that was the only thing I remember doing right before all of this. Eating at home by myself.

Looking around again I saw some people walking towards me and had the instinct to hide behind some stairs. I had no idea what they were talking about as they walked by, but if my gut screamed that there was something wrong with them, well then fuck I'll listen. Waiting until they passes by o tried to remember anything of last night and I couldn't. It was almost as if something was splitting my head open trying to remember.

Once they passed by I quickly turned the corner and with horrible floppy grace I ran back to the room I found myself in. I didn't know what to do or who to go to in this situation but I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. Pacing back and forth I tried to figure out if I had enough strength to swim to shore and the likely hood of that was not. Then I remembered seeing a life boat and decoded that was my best chance.

Taking a deep breath I opened the door and listened for anyone over top. As I climbed the stairs I knew if I looked nervous I would get caught easier. Therefore, stood up and walked with considence to the life boat.

Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night through eel infested waters.

They had been following at a steady pace for the last couple of days, but now the ship started to pull away from them. Since the engines were at full power already it was likely they weren't going to catch up. Kent had walked out on the the deck of the ship and was standing at the bow. Cripes, he thought, what had Purvish gotten himself into this time. Usually it was just a minor issue with his work performance or a drunken brawl at the bar, but his ability for getting into trouble had escalated in the past week. Or maybe it was just this family. After all he was on a boat owned by what was probably shell company that was based in England and dealt in nautical salvage.

A salty breeze made Kent hug himself as he stood there looking out at the fading ship. "Fuck it", he thought as he went back inside. Jogging down a set of stairs, he grabbed his coat off a peg. Then heading to the cargo hold he hit the door release and grabbed a set of keys. A voice came over an intercom set in the wall next to it. "What are you doing? Why is the cargo hold door open?"

Kent pressed the button to speak, " I'm taking the speedboat." he said it tersely as he quickly turned and ran for the boat. He grabbed a backpack along the way and hopped in the boat. The intercom voice protested but he was to focused on his plan as he used the remote to drop the boat out of the cargo doors. As the doors closed the intercom voice said, "Shit! I told you we should have kept him in his cabin."

My dad is an asshole

"Maybe I did." Trent laughed. "Put our pursuers on the screen, I want to see up close what we are dealing with here" Trent spoke now with authority in his voice, the laugh gone from his eyes. I knew that look, he had seen it in the mirror before. Shit was about to go down.

"Naida, will you please have him sit in a chair at least. No sense in letting him get hurt." he said without glancing at me.

"Hey I am not a child ol-" "Shut it kid, get up and sit down." Naida said pulling me to my feet and shoving me into a seat.

"Hey what the fuck. THATS MY BROTHER!!!!!"

Memory Loss

A thrust of my world was the reason why I woke up so hard. Where the hell was I anyway? Looking around, I sat up from the bed I was on and grabbed my head as my world spun. Oh shir, where was I?

Looking around again, I saw there was a stair case next to me and that's where I wanted to be. Even if I didn't know where that was. I stood up and immediately fell as my ground moved from underneath me.

That made me move even faster as I tried to get to the top of the stairs as fast as possible. Swinging the door open I stood in awe as I saw that I was on a boat. That made sense as to why I was moving every which way.

 What the fuck was going on?!