Chapter Eleven: Quest for the Super Serum.
No plan could be foolproof because most plans could not survive being in the contact of fools. The Bookworm learned an extremely valuable lesson the hard way. Oliver Queen and two of the men did not report back to camp when entering the cave. She was out in the middle of the sea on the vessel, waiting to hear from them.
"You haven't heard back from him, have you?" The Bookworm asked.
"No, and it would just be like someone like him to get lost," one of the mercenaries said in a low voice. "This island is hell out there, and I don't like the looks of this."
"What don't you like the looks of?" The Bookworm asked. "Do you think there's some kind of ghost? Some ghoul perhaps? The zombies of the prisoners who have been left on Lian Yu perhaps?"
She stirred up general discontent within the mercenaries, which she approved of one hundred percent. It had been nearly an hour, which meant the moment of grace she intended to give Oliver Queen closed up. The Bookworm stole one last look of the map.
Ivo insisted on sending him to do the job himself, with the intention Queen was expendable. The Bookworm wouldn't necessarily disagree with the fact he was expendable, but she thought it would be clearer.
"Should we ask Ivo what's the plan if he got lost?" the mercenary asked. "Or captured…..or something…."
"But, there's no one on this island," another one of them said.
"Listen to me closely," The Bookworm said, exerting her dominance. "You're going to hold on tight, and you're going to wait for me to get to the island. Do not move, do not even breath without my consent. We're going to fix this, I'm going to fix this."
She checked the tracking charm on Queen. He was alive, which was good. He was away from the cave, at some central point on the island. The Bookworm double checked her geography and realized he was close to the prison in the center of the island.
'My research indicates people go there to die,' she thought. 'Why would Oliver Queen go there? Why indeed.'
Without another thought, she closed her eyes. The temples throbbed, and it would be just as well this operation tonight would end with a killer headache. The Bookworm stopped on the island right on the other side of the mercenaries. They stepped back but knew not to ask questions.
A very good thing because she was in such a touchy mood, she would not be inclined to give any answers. The Bookworm stretched herself back, surveying the area around her for several minutes. She noticed some movement coming from where Queen's tracking charm stopped.
"He's in the prison," The Bookworm said.
"Someone had to take him there, didn't they?" the Mercenary asked.
"Yes, someone had to take him there," The Bookworm said.
She knew there was someone else on the island, even though the mercenaries hadn't gotten a clue they were not alone. Well, some of those, who had more going on between their ears were beginning to figure out something was up. The Bookworm stopped and turned around.
Someone was approaching them, and likely they figured there would be more on the island. Bookworm turned towards them.
"Make sure you're ready to attack anything that comes after us," The Bookworm said. "The Professor wants no loose ends behind."
A long moment passed, with the Bookworm readying herself for something to come out after them. Each tick on the clock dragged for a very long time. She heard a rustling, something approached them, very close. She turned.
"Stand where they are."
Three figures approached them from the other side of the trees. One of the dressed in the black garb of what the Bookworm recognized as the League of Assassins. She was an attractive woman, make no mistake about it, but the Bookworm refused to allow distractions cut her off. The second of the two figures was a girl, no older than sixteen years old, dressed in a black tank top, and a pair of cargo pants. Light blonde hair covered her blue eyes and said blue eyes looked towards her at annoyance.
One more, and the Bookworm noticed his regal robes, and also the medallion swinging from his neck. She saw the mark of the dragon. She came across evidence of this deranged cult mentality around a green-eyed warrior, who was a dragon in the disguise of a human. Some time ago, the Dragon descended from the stars and his blood sparked the first Lazarus Pit.
Those who were not deemed worthy of the Pits and their gifts, had their souls slowly stripped away from them over time, or so the story went. There were a lot of legends, which had been contorted over the years. It was hard to tell where the truth of the matter started and where absurdity began.
It seemed like complete fairy tale fantasy, although she wouldn't deny this young man resembled the most accurate depictions of the Dragon's human form. Regardless, the Bookworm had her attention on the men, who had their attention on the three figures.
On logical conclusion came from her mind, once the Bookworm touched her hips with her hands. A thoughtful expression spread over the face of the woman.
"So, you're the ones who sent the message?"
Recognition dawned on the young man's face, which confused the Bookworm. "Yes, we did, Hermione."
The moment that particular name had been spoken, the Bookworm's mind had gone into overdrive. She had not been referred to by that name a long time. That particular name was a link to the past which she would have much sooner rather squashed. Her eyes burned with fire.
"You know her?"
Finally, those words from the youngest of the party brought the Bookworm out of her thoughts. Hermione, being called by that wretched name, made her think of a past she buried deep inside of her. He had something, her former identity, and it gave him leverage over her.
"I don't ever recall meeting you in my life," the Bookworm answered. "How dare you call me by that name? How dare you call me by that?"
She received a smug little smile from the young man with the dragon medallion around his neck. It was the type of smile she normally wore when she held knowledge over someone's head.
"Well, that's an interesting story," he responded to her. "That's your name, isn't it? Hermione Jean Granger. Your parents are Charlotte and David Granger, aren't they? They're dentists, with a daughter named Hermione, which is you."
"She's dead, good riddance," The Bookworm said. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, trying to call me by….that name. But, she's gone, she's gone…..and nothing is going to bring her back."
She was a disappointment, failure, failure beyond all measure. The tumor throbbed as it always did when she got agitated.
"Whoever you knew, she's not her," the youngest of the party muttered. "Don't get distracted."
"I'm not, but it's really bothering her I know who she really is," he said back. "I think she's starting to lose control. She's really losing it, isn't she? Aren't you, Hermione?"
The mercenaries looked towards the Bookworm. She snapped her fingers.
"Kill those two," the Bookworm said. "Grab him, I need to know what he knows."
One of the mercenaries turned a fraction of an inch to the side, only to receive a blinding blow from the sword from the member of the League of Assassins. The dark-haired mercenary jumped into the air and lunged with the sword, to drill it down into the chest.
The Bookworm stepped back, she needed to regroup. Her head was killing her, it just showed how little time she had left. Something about this island was causing her condition to worsen.
'I need to find the Mirikuru,' she thought. 'It's the only thing that could protect me.'
She just escaped, leaving that small group of mercenaries to be trashed by the trio. There were more waiting on the vessel just outside of Lian Yu. The Bookworm hunched over, breathing heavily, before shaking her head. She had another episode, breathing heavily.
'You can't let them think you're weak,' the Bookworm thought.
Her quest for knowledge wrestled with the duty to get the Mirikuru. And knowledge could be discovered later, once she cured her affliction.
Navigating around this death trap of an island with thoughts which were less clear also was not a picnic in her mind. Somehow, she just barely got away from them. For now, although it was not over, not until she got her hands on the Mirikuru.
The submarine should have been sank somewhere here if Oliver's report was right. It was time for her to move in and finally get her prize.
Nyssa stepped back from the mercenary who had been dropped to the ground. Some of them had a sufficient amount of training. Others did not. Regardless of the training, none of it compared to a member of the League of Assassins. Nyssa stood over the figure on the ground, peering down at him.
"She got away," Harry said.
"Do you think she went somewhere else on the island, or do you think she went to look for Queen?" Rose asked.
"Good question," Harry said. "She looked like she went that way, but at the same time, that could be to throw us off of the trail. Given she has the ability to teleport."
"Wouldn't you think she has the same problems as you before you wore that?" Rose asked. "Her bones breaking, being in a lot of pain for the simplest of spells."
Harry put his hand underneath his chin, tilted his head back and looked up into the sky thoughtfully. "It's possible, but, you should assume she has all of her abilities. That way, nothing can surprise you."
"Well stated," Nyssa said. "I'll go back to see if she's gone there and you two can search the island."
Harry did not like them having to split up, but they could cover more ground. He and Rose went in one direction and Nyssa went in the other direction.
The Daughter of the Demon saw a glimpse of what the Dragon could do. However, despite that, she could not resist showcasing what she was capable of as well. About a dozen mercenaries currently laid on the island, some not surviving their encounters. And many would not survive without medical attention, not Nyssa thought it was a high priority.
Nyssa thought it was quiet. Silence always unnerved her. It always was the most silent before some kind of assault. The Daughter of the Demon tapped her fingers on the door and waited for it to answer.
The door opened, and Shado stuck her head outside.
"Any progress?" she asked.
"The leader of the group, Rose and Harry are after her," Nyssa said. "She has the same abilities as Harry does, which is why I've come back here to make sure she hasn't snuck back in."
Shado raised her eyebrow and shook her head. "No, no one is here, other than me, Sara, and Oliver….who is still out after what Rose did to him."
She knew Oliver was in no danger of dying, and he was in a lot better shape than someone of his predictable was. Did he cut a deal? Shado didn't know and it wasn't her place to pass judgment. She stepped back and allowed Nyssa to step inside.
A second later, Sara sat on the floor, legs crossed together. She could feel something building. It was a very strange feeling, and she wanted to see if the connection could be gathered. It was almost like she had a sense of what Harry thought, or at least what he felt at times.
Nyssa grabbed Sara's shoulder and caused her to jump halfway up off of the ground. Sara turned her attention towards the Daughter of Ra's al Ghul, almost having punched her for interrupting the moment.
"I'm pleased with your reflexes," Nyssa told her.
"Thanks," Sara said. "I try my best….but, I could feel something. It's strange, almost like I can feel Harry's emotions when he's frustrated about something."
Nyssa pondered it for a moment and she figured it was going to happen in this time just as well. Where the Dragon would form mental links with the women he took into his bed. Sara had the most exposure to him so far, after his reawakening him.
"It's the beginning of a mental link being formed," Nyssa said. "It can grow into a network of multiple minds, assisting each other, with share abilities and insights."
Sara thought about it. It was just forming.
"And yes, you can block your thoughts which can remain truly private," Nyssa said. "Granted, I only know the theory about it but…"
"STAY AWAY FROM HER!"
Oliver's body started to shake when he woke up. Nyssa, Sara, and even Shado turned their attention to the shaking young man. He looked like he was in the middle of an episode.
"Laurel, I'm sorry," he muttered.
Sara frowned but decided to remain composed. It did confirm a thought she had been having for a very long time, though. Sara reached over and nudged Oliver.
"Oliver, Ollie, it's time to wake up," Sara said. "I need to…"
Oliver's eyes snapped open, but he lashed out and grabbed Sara by the shoulder. Sara broke his grip, and Oliver rolled off of the bed. He landed on the ground, taking a deep breath.
"You need to let me go!" Oliver yelled. "You need to let me go now!"
"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Queen. Not until you answer a few questions for us."
Ivo, Ivo was his only hope to find a way out of here and back now. Oliver would not fail him, Oliver could not fail him. He saw the dark haired figure at the end, and he tried to withdraw the knife from his pocket, only to realize it had been disarmed from his person.
Shado snuck behind the raving young man and injected him with a sedative. He dropped down to his knees and started to breathe. The man lifted his hands up and clutched the side of his face, lightly tugging at it.
"No, no, no!" Oliver yelled.
"I thought a sedative was supposed to calm him down," Sara said. "But, it makes him sound even more manic, doesn't it?"
Sara decided to do the only thing which she thought would perhaps jar Oliver out of this. She reared back and nailed him with a hard punch to the face. The only other time she nailed someone harder, was her sister after they had a very heated argument. It got Sara grounded for the entire summer, but it was worth it.
Oliver dropped down onto the ground, blood trickling down his mouth. He shook his head and saw Sara.
"Sara, you're alive," Oliver groaned.
"Nice to see you've noticed," Sara said. "What the hell are you doing skulking around the cave on an island?"
"I've got to get home," Oliver said. "They know about Thea…and about Laurel….and if I don't follow what he's doing. She knows, and Ivo knows….all because of him."
"Slow down, you're not making any sense at all," Sara said.
"It's her, she calls herself the Bookworm," Oliver said.
"Does she have brown hair, wear glasses, have a supremely smug attitude where she puts herself above the rest of the world?"
Oliver heard that description and nearly cracked up, even though the woman who told him that, she had no humor whatsoever. Still, if that didn't describe his captive to a tee, Oliver didn't know what it did. He looked towards the woman who asked and nodded.
Nyssa's frown increased the moment he gave this piece of information. She turned her attention towards Sara and Shado, both of them who looked at each other.
"That's the girl we met, which Rose and Harry are going after," Nyssa said, keeping her voice low. "Her name is Hermione, at least according to Harry. She….well the two of them knew each other."
"Yes, in another life, they did," Shado said. "She might wear a familiar face, but she's not the one Harry knows."
Oliver tried to listen in on the conversation. The sedative he had been given had finally started to set in and he had been less likely to fight everything. There were a couple of questions in his mind, namely about this Harry. Who was he? Oliver didn't know about him and he didn't ask.
"They threatened my sister and yours," Sara said. "How did they know about them?"
"They….they found out who I was, and I guess they knew you were missing as well through the reports," Oliver said. "When you weren't on that ship, I thought the worst….I don't think….."
"You didn't think," Sara said. "And I don't know what kind of mess you've gotten into, but we're going to have to deal with it now."
"Sara, a word with you for a minute," Nyssa said. "Shado, please keep that bow trained on him. He moves, you shoot, do you understand?"
Shado nodded in response. She understood perfectly what was going on. She held the bow and arrow firmly, pointing it towards Oliver Queen. The young man looked up at her. The sedative might have held him into place, but she wasn't going to take any chances.
"I sense there's something unresolved between both of you," Nyssa said. "He's the reason why you're on this island."
"Yes, he…..he invited me to go on the ship," Sara said. "And he was dating my sister, but he broke it off. I always….well I did have a crush on him. It feels like another lifetime ago, before…..well before I went here….now it just seems like a silly schoolgirl infatuation."
"Because it was," Nyssa responded. "And he said he broke it off with your sister….Laurel, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Sara said. "You think he's lying."
"He's lying now," Nyssa said. "He was the one who gave them your sister's name to save his own skin."
"They were friends a long time before they dated," Sara said. "Why would he do that?"
Nyssa placed a hand on Sara's shoulder, trying to give her reassurance, even though it was hard for it to come. They were getting into some extremely delicate territory, and Nyssa hoped Sara could understand the heartache of people changing underneath torture.
"It's not his fault," Nyssa said. "It would be easy to blame him, after all, the other lies he told. But, I know who Anthony Ivo is. He's a man who works for my father's enemy, remember the Damien Darhk I told you about."
"Yes," Sara said.
"They've aligned together in the past," Nyssa said. "I'm not certain if HIVE is funding this expedition, but it would be wise to think they are."
Sara closed her eyes. There was just some much of her worldview which had been challenged. She hated to say it, but it would have been a lot easier on her if Oliver had drowned on the Queen's Gambit. Now she had to worry about her sister being put in danger.
Boy, if Sara ever got off the island, she would have to smooth things over with Laurel. She should have known better, but she chose not to listen to her head, and more importantly her mother, who warned her why this wasn't a good idea. And her mother was guilty, and her father, and it was an entire mess of problems.
'Hope that he has a way to get us out of here,' Sara thought. 'Hope nothing happens to it.'
Sara took a half of moment to breathe. She realized Nyssa stood by her side.
"Ivo's a master of mental manipulation," Nyssa said. "Whatever, the Bookworm was in the past, he's encouraged her worst traits, and now he's manipulating Oliver. He wants to go home, doesn't he?"
"Who wouldn't?" Sara asked.
Sara made an executive decision not to tell Oliver about the list or about his father. Not the list did her much good when on the island. Every time she took a peek at the list, she saw several familiar names. Bankers, politicians, businessmen, and people who were supposed to be honorable citizens, but they were right next to people who had ties to organized crime.
"Do you have a way to contact, him, to tell you what you know?" Nyssa asked.
Sara nodded. They had radios, left over by Fyers and their crew. Their range wasn't that far from beyond the island, but it would allow them to keep in touch.
"I'll tell him," Sara said. "Do you think you can keep an eye on Oliver, make sure he doesn't try and run? I know Shado's there, but still, two sets of eyes are better than one."
"Of course," Nyssa said. "And I understand why you can't stand to look at him right now. You need to come to terms with what has changed."
Both women stared each other, and for a second, Nyssa considered kissing Sara. She decided not to, without the blessing of the Dragon. To do so would be invoking his displeasure, something she did not wish to do.
The headache finally went away after she took a pain reliever. The Bookworm needed her wits about it, as Ivo expected a regular report. She clicked on the ear piece underneath her glasses.
"Report," Ivo said.
"Sir, we've run into a snag."
It was amazing how a long pause could really make someone feel about two inches tall. She waited for the response to come on the other end.
"Hello, are you still there, Professor Ivo?"
"I'm afraid we must have a bad connection, my dear Bookworm," Ivo said. "I could have sworn you stated you ran into a snag when on the island. And here I thought you had the plan under control."
The Bookworm hated one thing above all else, disappointment from authority figures. Ivo did a lot for her when he could have left her to rot. He was a brilliant man who should have been respected. The Bookworm's thoughts of how she could salvage a situation like this reached a fever pitch.
"I had the plan under control, but there was an undesired complication," The Bookworm said.
"You're being very vague, and it's not one of your better qualities," Ivo said. "I don't want to think Mr. Queen went rogue. He knows what we know regarding his loved ones, and he's desperate to see his home once more. Therefore, he would not have had a change of heart."
The Bookworm knew Ivo was getting to the situation in a roundabout way. She did not want to tell him the group of mercenaries she had brought to the island had been rendered unconscious. She took a deep calming breath and threw her head back.
"He's been captured, hasn't he?" Ivo asked. "There's someone else on the island, another operation, isn't there?"
"Yes, but don't worry, I've given them the slip," the Bookworm said.
"Just the slip," Ivo said. "That's pretty sloppy of you, my dear Bookworm. It's almost as if you've forgotten your purpose on the AMAZO. Or maybe you are too sick and should be put out of your misery. Only out of love, of course."
"I'm still well," the Bookworm said.
He knew about her affliction, and why would she. She thought back to this man, resembling the mystical dragon. He had knowledge which she carefully guarded. How would he know? The Bookworm didn't know, couldn't figure it out. Her mouth grew completely dry.
"Well, if they're still breathing, I'm afraid you're slipping," Ivo said. "Listen to me, and listen to me well, Bookworm. We've put too much time and effort coming to this point. Therefore, you either get me the Mirikuru, and you no longer have a place on this ship."
The Bookworm hung her head. It was her fault she disappointed Ivo. She had been a disappointment to the authority figures in her life, teachers, family members, everyone. Always second best to someone, always never good enough. Her attempts to boost her brainpower left her with this affliction, and there was no way for her to remove it.
'You're never good enough!'
The nasty voice in the back of the Bookworm's head shook off the thoughts.
"You'd leave me to rot on Lian Yu?" The Bookworm asked, sounding like a scared little girl more than her usual, confident, slightly condescending self.
For a brief second, a small crack of Hermione, the insecure little girl who never could make a friend, cracked out from underneath the façade. She readjusted the mask.
"Only if you fail," Ivo said. "But, I know in your mind, failure is not an option. You refuse to let yourself contemplate any failure. Death would be preferred, would you agree?"
The Bookworm closed her eyes and nodded. Those of lesser intelligence contemplated failure. She just had been rattled, surprised. This green-eyed man and she could fell a hint of his power, knew who she was. It caused the barrier she put up since she ran off at the age of sixteen, twelve long years ago, to break.
Twelve long years she had been having this journey to this one point, to get the Mirikuru, to prove all of them wrong. And to prove Ivo she could accomplish this mission. She was not just a student, but an equal to the teacher, in intelligence and competence.
"I won't fail you," the Bookworm whispered.
"Won't you?" Ivo asked. "There's a rule in storytelling which you should observe. Show, don't tell."
Bookworm knew the rule very well, thought it was a bit of a fallacy, but it did serve this situation well. She turned towards the area where the sunken sub was brought down. She slipped an item out of the bag, hoping it would serve her well on this occasion.
"Oliver said there's something called the Mirikuru they're after," Sara said. "It's some kind of super serum, created by the Japanese during World War II, to catch up with the Germans and the Americans who created their own super soldier serum, and the Russians likely had one in development as well."
Harry figured it was handy information to know.
"We have a big problem," Sara said. "We have to get to the AMAZO and stop it from leaving….they know about my sister and Oliver's sister. And they're both in serious danger."
"Oliver told them?" Harry asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.
"Nyssa seems to think they found a way to coerce the information out of him," Sara said.
"The Bookworm's our ticket onto that ship," Harry said. "If we find her, we'll have answers…..make sure Oliver doesn't escape though and don't be too hard on him. At least until we know all of the facts."
"Oh, I'm not being too hard on him," Sara said.
Harry shook his head. He understood some people did not hold up as well under pressure than others. Given what little he knew about Oliver Queen, he had a very privileged home life. Which Harry did not begrudge him for, but at the same time, he did pity him.
Whatever the crew of that ship did to him, it may have changed him and may have caused psychological cracks. Whether that would make him strong, Harry didn't really know.
"So, we have to find her," Harry said.
"Yes, her," Rose said. "That woman who looks like a friend you have back home. Did you sleep with her by the way?"
"No," Harry said. "Everyone thought we were in a relationship. It was a very complicated situation at times, and I think it was part of the reason why she lived."
The other part was the fact she modified her parent's memories, before sending them to Australia. Harry did not really let her have that one until after Voldemort was done and dusted. He really let her have it with both barrels by acting no different than the Death Eaters they spent the past few years fighting. The ones who considered non-magicals to be worse than animals, she took the decision, the choice out of the hands of her parents.
Would they have listened to reason? Harry thought Charlotte might, David, he wasn't so sure about. Just a hunch he had from the limited interactions from the Grangers. Then again, David Granger indulged in his daughter's worst qualities, demanding she be the very best.
He drove Hermione to tears. The last words she yelled was "what have I done" before leaving for Australia. It took Harry some time to realize she was angry at herself for disappointing Harry, who she looked up to, despite him being younger than her.
Harry felt justified, although perhaps he could have exercised a little more tact.
"And she's here now, well someone with her name and face," Rose said. "Do you think you exist?"
"No," Harry said. "I don't exist, not in this timeline anyway."
Whether he was not here because he died, or because he never was born, Harry had no idea. Hermione's reaction to him told him she never had a Harry Potter in her life. Hell, Harry did not know there was a Hogwarts, Dumbledore, Voldemort, or any of the other things in this world.
"I know it's hard to think the people close to you are rotten," Rose said. "Believe me, it took me a long time to see my father for what he truly was."
Harry nodded.
"She's our key onto that ship," Harry said. "And she's our key off of Lian Yu."
Rose hated to give into blind hope and optimism. Someday, she would have loved to leave this island, but their previous attempts to leave did not work. Her father not resurfacing proved there was a way out of here. She searched for his body for some time, almost as much.
"So, let's find her now."
She touched Harry's hand and Harry smiled.
The moment had been lost the moment there was a rumbling wave coming up to the east of them. Harry and Rose turned around just in time to bare witness to a submarine popping up out of the water. Their mouths hung open when they watched the submarine surface from the water.
"Shit," Rose said.
Harry and Rose rushed towards the submarine. They realized it did not simply come out of the water, the water around it had been drained. Both of them came towards the edge of the sub. The top hatch had been opened already, and someone was inside.
"The discoloring, look, it's been down there a long time," Rose said.
"Yes, decades," Harry agreed.
He climbed up to the top of the submarine and gave Rose a hand, boosting her up to the top of the submarine. They walked across what appeared to be a very wobbling vessel. It had to do with the uneven flow of the water.
'She's likely going to sink the sub when she's done,' Harry thought.
Harry's medallion glowed green and he frowned. Rose noticed it as well and put a hand on her hip.
"There are definite life signs on the ship," Harry said. "It's her, it's H…the Bookworm."
Rose was not going to question him. She just rolled with it. The two of them dropped down into the vessel and found their way onto the ground. The amount of dust in this sub was overwhelming. Harry saw the ship split into two rooms from the center.
"You take the left, I take the right," Harry said. "Yell if you find anything."
Rose nodded. This ship had given her the creeps for reasons which she could not quite explain. Other than the ship gave her the creeps. The young woman's heart raced a little bit faster when stepping back, and pressing against the wall. Her head pressed back against the ship.
"Right," Rose said.
The Bookworm made her way to the room on the left of the ship, opening up a box. She saw the vials, labeled in another language, but she understood the writing. It was the Mirikuru. There was an injector in the box.
Two bodies laid strapped on the tables. These bodies brought so many questions to the Bookworm. One of those questions were the state of decomposition. They should be absolutely nothing, but yet, there was still flesh on the bones.
The Bookworm picked up a knife on the table and lightly jabbed the chest of the body. The blade of the knife bent on the chest.
'Amazing. If I can find a way to restart the blood flood and his internal organs, I might be able to bring him back to life. Or at least a state which resembles living.'
A small light flashed in the hallway. The Bookworm's tension increased when she realized there was not only someone on the ship, but someone following her. She picked up one of the vials of the Mirikuru and slid it into the injector.
There were many questions whether or not the long period would have weakened the Mirikuru or made it unstable. She would find out once the test subject walked through the room.
Pressing against the wall, the Bookworm pressed a button on her watch. It allowed her to become one with her surroundings.
One of the people who engaged her on the island, youngest of the three, entered and started to survey the same unique qualities of this room the Bookworm did moments ago. The Bookworm saw her visible reaction to the body on the table.
She had one chance to test the serum, and she needed to make it count. The Bookworm moved in and injected her in the side of the neck.
The screams of the woman were so loud they could raise the dead. Her body struggled to adapt to the serum, and she dropped down to her hands and knees.
"What did you do?"
"I've just injected you with Mirikuru," the Bookworm said. "Don't you appreciate the gift I've given you?"
This would be very illuminating, whether she lived or died. And if she died, well, Ivo would appreciate a body to study.
The woman looked up to the now visible Bookworm and screamed bloody murder, hands curling up in rage. Her eyes flared with madness as she rose to her feet.
Chapter Twelve: Tempering.
Rose Wilson's agony increased by one hundred fold the moment the woman injected her with the serum, the Mirikuru. Her entire body flared up, with unbearable pain. She could feel something, changing. Her eyes bulged out in anger, and she wiped the drool off of her face.
This Bookworm looked down at Rose with a curious look, as if the younger girl was a science project. Rose looked up a moment later, her heart beating even quicker. Rose dug into the ground, trying to shake up.
"You will be very illuminating," the Bookworm said. "Either the Mirikuru will make you stronger, or it will kill you. Either way….."
Rose screamed out in pain and got to her feet. She rushed the Bookworm and stabbed her with a knife in the side of the leg. The Bookworm stepped back in surprise, agony getting the better of her. Rose whipped the Bookworm down to the ground.
"Stand back!" The Bookworm yelled.
She raised her hand and tried to stun Rose. The red spell bounced off of her and just caused Rose to felt forward. The Bookworm tossed herself behind an operating table and waved her hand again. The more magic she did, the worse she got, but still, she was going to get killed anyway.
Two cutting spells connected with the side of Rose's face. Two brief jagged cuts appeared on Rose's face before they healed completely over. The woman's eyes bulged out in agony, and she grabbed the Bookworm before hurling her over the table onto the ground.
"You need to calm yourself!" Bookworm yelled. "You need to get control!"
Rose lifted the table up over her head and hurled it down to the ground. The Bookworm feared she would end up destroying the Mirikuru in her fit of destruction. The Bookworm backed herself up against the wall and tried to get away.
Two hands wrapped around the Bookworm's throat and strangled her. The Bookworm's eyes bulged out, she tried to push those hands away from the side of her neck.
'At least, the pain will end.'
She almost blacked out when she could no longer breath. Rose was just a fraction of an inch away from snapping her neck. The Bookworm was this close to accepting her fate. At least now, she would not have to live with failure.
A blast of red light knocked Rose down onto the ground. Rose flipped over onto the ground, the spell causing her to become wobbled. Rose turned around and saw Harry standing there. She put her hands on her head. An agonizing feeling spread through her body. Every single second of agony became even worse.
'They're all conspiring against you,' a voice whispered in Rose's head.
She turned around a slight amount and saw Slade standing in the shadows. Rose's temper did not improve any.
"Sara knew you liked him," Slade said. "She tried to rub it in your face. And then she offers you pity. She's not better than you are. She's not more worthy of Harry than you are."
Rose lunged towards the ghost of her father and tried to stab it. The blades kept moving through the air. Every time Rose stabbed at the air, something happened to shift Slade out of the air.
Harry stood in front of Rose and summoned all of the energy he could into another stunning spell. The serum caused her to strengthen. It took three spells fired off in rapid succession before Rose fell down to the ground.
"Sorry."
Harry ensnared Rose in tight ropes, which were magically strengthened. It took a fair bit out of him. He walked over to make sure Rose was secure. Her frantic breathing picked up, but at least Harry could see her being secure in those ropes, at least for the moment.
A groan turned Harry's attention to the other person in this party. He looked down, straight into the face of the Bookworm. The Bookworm tried to get up to her hands and knees. Her hand was shaking, and she collapsed down to her knees. The scratches where Rose's nails dug in were extremely visible on her neck.
"No," the Bookworm said. "I failed. Why did I fail? Why did I fail?"
She was having a moment, but Harry looked at her. He stunned her as well, dropping her down to the ground. Harry turned his attention to a bound Rose, and also the Bookworm, who was still down. Harry walked over towards her and performed some light healing magic to treat her injuries.
Harry was incensed she used the serum on Rose, and he wanted to know what reasons. In Harry's mind, though, she was of no use to him if she was dead. She had information, information about the AMAZO, and how to get onto the ship.
Time was, in fact, running short, and it would not be a too long before Ivo found out one of the integral members of his crew was missing. Harry only knew bits and pieces about Ivo, so he did not know whether or not Ivo would take the trip onto the island.
"Sara?" Harry asked.
"I'm here," Sara said.
"We have a situation," Harry said. "I found the Bookworm and the Mirikuru, but she got the drop on Rose, and injected her with the Mirikuru. And she didn't react that well to it."
A sixty or seventy some year old super soldier serum, there was going to be some instabilities. And Rose was not exactly the measure of stability in her life, with all that happened. Harry could not help, but feel a bit of sorrow for the young woman.
"I'm going to get both of them back," Harry said. "Prepare the strongest sedatives we have left. Rose is going to need it, to keep her under until we figure out a way to temper her."
"I'll tell Shado," Sara said. "And please be safe out there."
"I am," Harry said.
Harry was safe, well most of the time anyway. There were times where he had gotten into trouble. It was, unfortunately, the nature of the day. He put the radio away and picked up the box of Mirikuru. His eyes swept over the occupants of the ship and something caught him off guard.
They were still in a state of living, even if they were not alive. All because of this serum, but there was no wonder why the scientists involved wanted it buried deep as far as possible. They did not bury it deep enough, and a couple of rogue scientists allowed the knowledge to slip.
Harry made sure both the Bookworm and Rose were secured. He bound both of the girls up, and shut the box with the super soldier serum in it, before taking it back to the prison/makeshift headquarters. The Bookworm would shed some light on what Ivo was planning.
That ship could be their ticket off of Lian Yu. Harry hoped as much at least.
Nyssa stood guard at the front of the door. She could tell by Oliver's growing restlessness, the sedative Shado injected him with, was beginning to wear off.
"You need to relax, Mr. Queen," Nyssa said.
"Relax, how can I relax?" Oliver asked. "If you're going to hold me as a prisoner, the least you can give me is answers….what's happening?"
"Patience, you will be off this island in days, and it will be nothing, but a bad memory," Nyssa said.
Nyssa cared very little whether or not Oliver Queen made it off of the island or not, but no one deserved to be held a prisoner on that ship to a man who had been known to run experiments for Damien Darhk. The Daughter of the Demon looked down towards the young man.
"Do not make me break your legs to get you to comply," Nyssa said.
One look caused Oliver to back off from her. Nyssa smiled, although she was concerned what was happening on the island. Footsteps distracted her from Oliver, and she turned in time to catch a glimpse of Sara walking down the hallway. Already, judging by her body language, Nyssa knew something happened, without even looking at her face. One stolen look at Sara's face told her things were multiple times worse than they were.
Nyssa looked back towards Oliver, hoping he would remain put. Until they could figure out the injuries, both mental and physical he suffered, it would be for the best Oliver remained put.
"Harry's coming back here," Sara said. "He said that he found the Mirikuru….but the Bookworm, she injected Rose with it."
Nyssa thought out of all of them, Rose would be the worst possible person to be injected with an unstable super serum. She had no idea what was going to happen, other than the fact, she was pretty sure she was not going to like what was going to happen.
"He's coming back, soon, right?" Nyssa asked. "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, Shado's preparing a strong sedative," Sara said. "We shouldn't let Oliver alone for too long. He's calm now, but that could change."
Sara caught on particular look in his eyes when Oliver woke up which shook her to the curve. The woman's eyes drifted back and saw Oliver make his way from the room. Nyssa held her hand out, reaching for her dagger. Sara shook her head.
"What's going on here?" Oliver asked. "You're acting like someone died, both of you."
Sara and Nyssa did not say anything. Hell, Sara was not sure how much she should say to Oliver until they all figured out where he was mentally. If Ivo could coerce information out of him, whether he willingly knew or not, it would be prudent to tell him as little as possible in case he escaped.
"Who's Harry?"
"That would be me."
Oliver turned around and came face to face with the green-eyed young man. He was very tall and had an imposing presence. Oliver looked back at him. He was about to say something, only to be driven silent when he caught the Bookworm being brought in here. He levitated her above the ground.
There was a second girl, and that was the one that knocked him out in the cave. She was shivering, twitching, and she didn't look so good.
"She's been injected with the Mirikuru," Harry told them all. "The Bookworm did it."
Oliver was not surprised about that much. He looked towards the Bookworm, bound and unconscious.
"Ivo isn't going to like you have her here," Oliver said.
"I know he's not going to like she's here," Harry said. "I'm counting on it...Sara, you, Nyssa, and Shado make sure Rose is secure. I'll deal with securing the Bookworm."
Sara stepped in front of Harry to perform an action which was almost motivated out of spite because of Oliver's presence, but in reality, it was more because she was relieved Harry was safe. She nodded in understanding, leaned forward, and offered him a kiss.
Oliver noticed, and Sara pulled away, without making eye contact. Rose had been taken back to the bedroom.
"We should try and extract some of her blood," Shado said. "So we can see what we're up against."
Harry picked up one of the knives left on the ground and solidified it. He handed it to Nyssa, who nodded in response. The group parted ways with each other, leaving Harry, Oliver, and the Bookworm alone in the hallway.
"I can't believe she did that," Oliver said. "I mean, the Bookworm, I can't believe she injected that girl…"
"She's most certainly full of surprises, but I'm not really surprised by anyone," Harry answered.
"Look, is there something going on between you and Sara?"
His words were so blunt, and so to the point, Harry simply turned slowly. He looked Oliver dead on in the eye and stared him down.
"What do you think?" Harry asked.
"It's just….well…"
"I don't know what your intentions were with Sara when you went on the Queen's Gambit, and don't bother to tell me," Harry said. "I know you've been in a relationship with her sister before you went away. For all I know, you might still have been in a relationship with her, even though you allowed Sara to believe the contrary. I don't know, this is the first time we've met, so I haven't quite got a feel for you."
Oliver tried to stare down Harry.
"The point is, yes Sara and I are together, and…..well it's really none of your concern what our relationship entails," Harry said. "If you have any information regarding Ivo, I'll gladly hear it. Anything else you have to say to me, don't bother. I'm very busy."
"She knows everything that goes on in the ship," Oliver said. "Talk to her, if you want to know how to get back. Ivo's going to find out she's gone."
"Thank you," Harry said. "I'll talk to her."
Harry left Oliver leaving. Oliver had been deep thought regarding all of what happened. Perhaps, he had some thinking to do and all he could do, was return back to his room.
One fact the Bookworm could not dispute was the fact she was not dead. Her arms and legs did not move. Sitting in the middle of the room, she looked around. There were candles sitting about the walls which lead to a mild amount of illumination.
Her glasses and watch had been removed. The Bookworm felt very naked without those items and not in a good way either. Her clothes had been torn, although she sensed some of the more fatal injuries had been healed by someone. Who had they healed them? Mentally, the Bookworm reflected the green-eyed man who saved her. She was beginning to detest his interference, even if she did respect the potential power and position he held.
"You weren't very smart giving someone the Mirikuru, were you?"
This crisp voice cut through the air. The Bookworm tried to turn against the wall. The chains rattled and prevented her from breaking free. The Bookworm's deep breathing increased the more she tried to break free.
"It might not have been, but it was a necessary risk," The Bookworm said.
"If I hadn't been there, you would have been killed. Ripped apart by your own folly."
Both shoulders slumped down and a sign followed. He did not really get the scientific process. Not, many people did to be perfectly honest.
"It failed," Bookworm said. "What if succeeded?"
"Success is an interesting metric and one very hard to measure," he said. "By some accounts, you may have succeeded. But, by your own standards, you failed."
Bookworm frowned; he had a point and she hated him for having a point. She hated anyone who made her look like a fool and pointed out her mistakes. Those chains caused her wrists to be sore.
"You were desperate for the Mirikuru, but Ivo is as well," he said. "Why?"
Confusion had been hit hard with the Bookworm's mouth curling into a very obvious frown. "Why for me? Or why for Ivo?"
"Both. Unless you don't know as much as you think you do. Maybe you don't have all of the answers. Your fellow crewmate seems to think you know everything going on that ship."
The Bookworm's ire grew slightly. Oliver Queen told her jailers about her. It was out of pure spite after the Bookworm acquired the information about his loved ones and passed it on to Ivo. A minuscule part of her mind told her she had this one coming after she was the one who betrayed his personal information first.
"Oliver told you this, didn't he?"
"Never miss a trick, do you? How long have you been Ivo's guest?"
"Long enough," the Bookworm said. "I saw the prisoners languish around me, and knew the best thing to do was to make myself useful to him. It was a skill I picked up, being able to find the most obscure facts ever. He put me in charge of researching the Mirikuru. I didn't believe it existed, but I hoped it did."
The Bookworm's headache slowly began to go away. It would only be a matter of time before her tumor got the better of her. She recalled the botched charm and how if she had been a bit more careful, had spent a little bit more time researching matters, it might have been a different story. The increased brain power was there, but it had been slowly killing her over the years.
"You're dying, aren't you?"
There had been no answer. Bookworm refused to come to terms with her own mortality. Her breathing increased when staring at the man in front of her.
"Professor Ivo is after the Mirikuru for his wife," Bookworm said. "She's….her mind is decaying at a rapid rate…..Dementia I think is, although he's never clear. And he seems to think it will work."
"And you seem to think it does as well, don't you, Hermione?"
"Please, I'm begging you, don't call me that," Bookworm responded. "I left her behind a long time ago."
Her voice broke for a second.
"Just who are you?" the Bookworm demanded. "I have to know."
"Do you?" he asked. "Tell me something, does the name Lord Voldemort mean anything to you?"
"Voldemort….it means flight from death in French," the Bookworm said. "I can't say I've ever heard of any lord named Voldemort in my life, though."
Confusion hit her hard, with the Bookworm closing her eyes. Her head throbbed when she tried to figure out.
"So, it's true, things are very different," Harry said. "His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, do you know that name?"
"No, I can't say I have heard of anyone named Riddle," The Bookworm said. "Is he someone you're after?"
"A long time ago," he said. "Does the name Albus Dumbledore mean anything to you?"
Bookworm hesitated for a minute, thinking the name sounded familiar. But, she could not place it and figured her mind might have been playing tricks.
"No, Dumbledore…not him either," the Bookworm said. "Are there any other people I've never heard of you're going to ask me, or are you done?"
"Just one more," he said. "How about Harry Potter?"
"No, I haven't heard of him," the Bookworm said.
The Bookworm's shoulders slumped onto the ground. Her curiosity had piqued even more with all of these questions and she had one of her own.
"You know who I was," The Bookworm said. "How do you know who I was? How do you know about it? Because I swear, I would have remembered you…I've only seen you….your face…..in books."
She knew about the legend of the Dragon, but she thought it was only a legend.
"Think about it, Hermione, and you might be able to figure it out," he said. "If you're half as smart as I think you are, you should be able to put two and two together. It just depends on how much of the girl you left behind who is still behind in her."
"You're putting a lot of faith in someone who is fundamentally flawed," the Bookworm said.
A long pause followed, and the Bookworm could almost hear him thinking. She could barely get a hint of the smile on the man's face through the shadows. She could not see it, but she sensed it was there. And the fact he was smiling caused her mask to nearly break.
'I really hate him.'
"Obtaining perfection is one of humankind's greatest flaws," he said. "Those who think it's possible to not to be flawed in some way, they are the most flawed people of all.
It was not something she wanted to hear. The Bookworm had to hear it though and there was a huge part of her who understood what was going on. She took a deep breath and looked into the shadows. He did not leave her alone just yet.
"One more question, if I may."
"What is it?"
"Why didn't you kill me?" the Bookworm asked. "By all rights, I deserved to die after injecting that girl with the Mirikuru. And no one would have faulted you if you would have left me to die. No one would have missed me. I'm a tool for Ivo. He would have been annoyed, but there would be someone else willing to prove themselves.
Inhaling and exhaling, the Bookworm continued to press on with her speech.
"They might not have been as good as me, as efficient as me, but they had their roles they could play," the Bookworm said. "And now, he knows where the Mirikuru is, he knows it's on this island. He doesn't need an oracle to research, he doesn't need a librarian, a Bookworm. My job was done. If I was lucky, I would be sent to the basement of the ship."
The Bookworm breathed in, realizing she might have said too much. She did not know, though if she had said way too much, or maybe it was just enough. Hard to really say.
"So, I'm getting around to the point," she said. "Why did you do it? Why did you spare me? Why didn't you allow me to die peacefully?"
"You still have your role to play," he said.
"Which means you have a use for me," she responded. "That's great, really wonderful. I'm a pawn, aren't I?"
"I'm giving you an opportunity to prove everyone, including yourself wrong," the man in the shadows said. "Just think about the possibilities, Hermione, and I will be back later once you've had time to give me your answer."
What answer? Did he ask a question?
'He wants my help to get on the ship, they think the AMAZO is their ticket off of Lian Yu,' she thought. 'But, there's no way, is there? Ivo has the ship too well protected. There's really no way inside unless you have permission.'
The Bookworm realized she had the permission. Why did he put his trust in her? Why her of all people?
'He knows me, but not me,' the Bookworm thought. 'Alternate timelines, of course, it must be. He's not from this native time stream, he's from elsewhere. He knows a Hermione Granger….and this Voldemort, Riddle, and Harry Potter, all of those things I don't know, he knows about.'
She wondered if it would be worth the risk to help. Ivo would sooner leave her to rot on this island for the rest of her days. But, at the same time, Ivo was not going to leave without the Mirikuru.
'What the hell is happening with my life?'
Shado withdrew Rose's blood from her body. She had a very bad feeling about all of this, which she could not put her finger on. Nyssa stood a couple of inches behind her, and Sara stood a couple of inches behind Nyssa. All of them crowded around Rose who was currently sedated.
"How long do you think the sedative is going to last?" Nyssa asked.
"Hopefully long enough to run these tests and figure out how to treat her," Shado said. "Exactly if it's possible to treat her, I have no real idea whether or not it's possible."
Shado's obvious deep breathing made it seem like this was a situation. They could not run extensive tests thanks to the limited resources here. Thankfully, they had a sample of the Mirikuru here. The sample they had in front of them should hopefully be able to find out what went wrong with her blood.
"Time has caused the serum to react differently," Shado said. "At least, it's my idea. It's been down there for about sixty or seven years and…."
Nyssa moved in carefully take a look at the blood which rested underneath the microscope. She knew a little bit about how blood reacted to certain stimulus. It looked like a more drastic version of what blood looked like after being been exposed to the Lazarus Pit. This thought was a fair amount of conjecture on her part, though.
"Any luck?"
Harry moved around the corner to greet them all. He saw Shado and Nyssa studying the blood, while Sara hung off by the side. The door on the other side was sealed shut.
"Not yet," Sara said. "I really hope that door will hold."
Harry looked towards Rose. They bound, secured, and sedated her, at least for now. Whether or not any of those things held, time would tell. Harry hated this particular cliché, just because he heard it more than a few times.
"So, how did it go?" Sara asked. "Your meeting with the Bookworm, I meant. How did it go?"
Harry answered with a smile and leaned closer towards Sara. "I really got her thinking. She might be a help to us to get off of this island."
"Or she could end up screwing us over," Sara said. "Hey, Rose is out of commission, someone has to be the cynical one out of all of us."
Harry chuckled, it was very true. He waited to see what Nyssa and Shado would find out. He had a very bad feeling something was going on with Rose's blood.
"She saw something when she had been injected," Harry said. "What do we know about the Mirikuru?"
"The experiments were abandoned," Nyssa said. "They were abandoned for very good reasons. All of the subjects suffered hallucinations, delusions, and they were very angry at everyone over the smallest of slights."
"I'm sure the Bookworm might know more," Harry said. "She's very meticulous in her research."
"This isn't good."
Those three words caused Harry to turn his attention towards Shado. Shado bent over the microscope.
"Her blood just wasn't exposed to Mirikuru," Shado said. "She was exposed to another serum, one I suspect she's been fighting the all the time she's been on the island. The serum is causing her serotonin levels to be elevated when coupled with the Mirikuru."
Harry took a close look. He could see what was happening to Rose's blood. It was degenerating at a rate and starting to cause her to mutate into something, physically and mentally.
"We can create a cure, can't we?" Sara asked. "Why am I not getting any support here?"
Sara was extremely worried about what might happen to Rose. She had a bad feeling this was going to get far worse before it got much better.
"In time, but the problem is, we don't have much time," Harry said.
"Why don't we ask her?" Sara asked. "She seems to know everything. Maybe she has a way to cure Rose of the Mirikuru."
Emotion inspired Sara's temper. Harry decided not to hold it onto her. He grabbed Sara by the hand and calmed her down as much as possible. Sara nodded.
"You have that calming touch…..I think I've got an idea," Sara said suddenly.
"You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?" Harry asked.
"Why not?" Sara asked. "Let's face it, my head is a lot clearer after I was with you. And Shado is a lot more relaxed. And Nyssa will be sooner rather than later."
"I will be what, pray tell," Nyssa answered her.
Sara shook her head, smiling. "I'll explain it you to later. I think we have a way to stabilize Rose, at least until we're able to find a cure, and that is Harry."
"So, you want me to take her," Harry said.
"Well, it could work," Nyssa said. "In situations like this, replacing a strong emotion such as hate, anger, frustration, or fear with a stronger emotion, a more passionate emotion, it could very well work."
"Do you really have nothing left to lose?" Shado asked. "The rate this is going, in a few days, Rose is going to die, if you don't have a way to calm her down. If she can't be subdued, she will be just like all the rest. Her lungs will give out, or maybe her heart."
Harry thought a long second and nodded. He motioned for all three women to come in close to him.
"Guard the door," Harry said. "If we're wrong and she escapes, do what you do to stop Rose."
"Right," Sara said.
Sara could not help, but think if Rose had been less stubborn, she would not have been in this situation. Or it would have been a lot easier for Harry to calm her back down on the vessel.
Harry opened the door and prepared to take the plunge, in more ways than one.
Suddenly, Rose Wilson's eyes opened up. She had been held in a straight-jacket, which snapped her arms down. Her breathing increased. She looked like a dog about ready to foam at the mouth.
Rose slowly turned her head off to one side and noticed him, his sick, twisted smile in the shadows. Slade Wilson stood a few inches off to the side.
"So, it ends now, doesn't it?" Slade asked. "Rose, you were right, I'm not dead. As long as you breathe, I'm always going to be a part of you."
A quick breath spread through her body. Rose snapped back down on the bench she was in. She tried to tell herself Slade was just a delusion. Something caused by the serum, the Mirikuru, it was messing with her mind. He was gone.
"Sara beat you to him, and now your pride won't allow you to admit it," Slade said. "I did not teach my daughter to be a failure."
The door opened up, and Rose sat up. She noticed Harry Potter standing at the doorway. Her attention had been drawn way from the specter of her father who disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Harry, he's….he's back," Rose said. "Kill me while you have the chance. It's the only way to free me."
Rose closed her eyes. Her mind, her body, neither were her own. Her breathing quickened and Rose knew right away something was really wrong. She tried, as hard as possible to keep her head above the wrong.
"It's going to be fine, Rose," Harry told her. "I'm going to give you exactly what you want. Exactly what you are frustrated about, I'm going to give it to you."
A part of her still fought it, but it caused her madness to increase. Rose's deep breathing increased. Harry slowly undid the straps and released Rose. Rose looked towards him, with extremely blurry vision.
"No, wait, stop," Rose said. "If you let me go, there's no telling what I might do. I don't….."
Primal nature overwhelmed Rose's one moment of logic. Harry freed her and in an instant, she grabbed the back of Rose's head. He leaned closer to her mouth and kissed her. Harry sucked the edge of Rose's mouth and fired a couple of kisses to the side. Rose leaned back to expose her neck towards Harry and accepted his mouth.
Harry sucked on the side of her neck. Rose grabbed the side of his face and pulled his face down. The younger girl kissed him with forcefulness. She tried to bruise his lips with a very intense kiss. Harry did not let up from his position. He just held Rose tightly against him and backed her up.
Fingernails dug into Harry's bicep with a force which would tear into the skin of a normal person. Harry, thankfully, had become more durable. He leaned Rose back and pinned her hands behind her head. He gave her a forceful kiss, and she returned it.
Giving into her needs, caused the mental vision of her father to fade away. Rose roughly bit on Harry's lips and tried to reach for his pants with her free hand.
"Patience."
Rose snarled, she did not have any patience. Harry did not react to her words. He just leaned closer towards her. Her firm breasts strained against her top. Harry reached for the buttons and slowly undid them. Her flesh suddenly felt on fire the more Harry undid her top.
Harry slipped her top off and came down to look over her toned body. Her stomach was perfect and smooth, and Harry had to run his hands down her body. He slowly slipped his fingers down underneath Rose's panties. He slowly undid her pants, to reveal a small bush of platinum blonde hair.
"Sorry," Rose said. "I didn't have time….to…"
"Do you want me to trim it?" Harry asked. "There are a couple of charms…..do you want it smooth or….."
Rose thought about it for a minute. Harry's fingers lightly tapped against Rose's thighs and made her very hot.
"Smooth, please."
Harry dipped a finger inside of her tightening loins. He pulled back and caused the hair to come off with a small wiggle. Harry slipped his finger into her smooth, dripping pussy. His fingers brushed down her legs, causing them to become bare of anything other than her soft, smooth flesh.
Rose closed her eyes and the next thing she knew, Harry's cock was out. She had seen in from afar a couple of times. Having it be inches away from her womanhood was a different beast entirely. And beast was the perfect word to describe Harry.
She shivered with Harry slowly massaging her body. Their lips met together in a passionate kiss. Rose lifted her hands onto the back of Harry's head and slowly guided him into her mouth. Both lovers sucked at each other's lips. Rose slowly swirled her tongue into the back of Harry's mouth.
Harry broke free and slowly traveled down Rose's body. He worshiped every inch of her toned, teenage frame. Rose's hot walls rose up, she wanted his cock inside so badly. Harry would not give her it straight away. He allowed the anticipation to build, to fester. His fingers danced down her.
"You feel hot, don't you?"
"It feels good," Rose said. "I want more, though….please…"
Harry touched his lips to her eager nipple. He could tell Rose, for all of her bravadoes, was inexperienced, and these were new sensations to her. Despite the encouragement the Mirikuru gave her, Harry wanted to take this very slowly and very carefully. He did not want to blow her mind suddenly with too much at once.
He could feel her pussy gushing underneath his hand. Harry stroked her womanhood and it caused Rose to leap up to meet his fingers. He pressed against her center. Rose shivered one more time and lifted her hips up to meet Harry. Harry tempted her insides with his probing fingers.
Rose flushed from what happened with Harry. She could hardly believe his fingers did this much work to make her excited. Two of them slipped inside of her, working swiftly in time. A third finger followed and opened up Rose's loins for the eventual intrusion.
"Feel the orgasm building up in your body," Harry said. "Just focus on it. It feels good, doesn't it?"
Biting down on her lip, Rose responded with a nod. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and the only person who was able to put it out was Harry's fingers. His fingers shoved deep inside of Rose's tight pussy. Rose wrapped her fingers against Harry and had been rammed deep inside of him.
"HARDER, FINGER FUCK ME HARDER!" Rose screamed.
Her pussy clamped him so tightly, she would have ripped his fingers off had Harry been non-magical. The tightness was impressive despite the fact. Harry rose his fingers deep inside of her body. Rose rocked her hips halfway up off of the bed.
"Jesus Christ!" Rose howled.
"I'm flattered," Harry said.
With those words, Harry released her quivering cunt underneath him. His fingers touched the edge of her pussy and slid deep inside of her. Rose breathed deeply. Her entire body rose and fell on the bed. Her body tingled, but she wanted more.
Harry took her legs and spread them. He climbed closer towards her. Rose's warm pussy rose up off of the bed and touched the edge of Harry's cock.
"Rose, I'm going to quench your thirst," Harry said. "Are you ready for my cock?"
The seventeen-year-old rolled her eyes. "I've been ready for it for months."
Her intention was not to tell him that, it just slipped out. Rose had little time to backtrack, not she was sorry. No sooner did those words slip out, Harry's cock slipped into her. A feeling of bliss coursed through her body. It felt so fucking good Rose thought she was going to burst with pleasure.
"DAMN!" Rose howled at the top of her lungs.
Rose was having a good time, but so was Harry. Harry pulled himself from her very tight teenage pussy, and lightly touched the insides. Her responsive walls gripped Harry tightly and released him. He pushed further inside of the young woman on the bed.
"Don't stop!" Rose yelled.
Half pleading, half demanding, Rose's words showed a lot of desperation. She raked Harry's back roughly to encourage him. Harry healed from the injuries in a matter of moments. He grabbed Rose's hands and put them behind the back of the head.
"Do it one more time, and I'll stop."
Rose realized who was in control of this little game. All she could do was succumb to his affections and take his cock inside of her as far as possible. Rose lifted her hips off of the bed. Those thick balls shoved deep inside of her. Harry rose up and slammed into her to meet her motions. One stroke by one stroke, both of them connected with each other. Rose shuddered underneath Harry's actions. Their hips connected with each other.
"See, you obey me, and you get rewards. Like right now."
Harry ran his finger down the back of her legs and caused Rose to shudder. The orgasm entered her body and tightened down onto them. He was giving her one of the most amazing orgasms ever.
He rode deep inside of Rose's tightening body. The wet walls clamped down on Harry's hard cock. She squeezed and released him with a few more thrusts.
Finally, she came down from the orgasm. Rose only shifted her hips up against Harry for a couple more seconds before he drilled his thick cock inside of her tightening body. Rose grabbed Harry's hips and engulfed him inside of her body.
"Thank you, it feels so good," Rose said.
Rose did not know why she did not take up Sara on her offer the first time. Stubbornness, very likely, but for some reason, this encounter felt so much better now Harry entered her. He drove balls deep inside of her and stretched her sopping cunt out.
"Cum for me again," Harry encouraged her.
Rose bit down on her lip and nodded. She would cum for Harry as many times as she wanted. Rose slid up against him and lightly pressed his body against her. Her chest rose up and Harry lavished on it.
Harry looked down and saw Rose's face screwed up in passion. He separated the anger, the frustration, and the paranoia she felt with other emotions. He slowly rose up and took Rose down onto the bed. Her body pressed against the bed.
"Mmm," Rose breathed. "So good, thank you...I wish…"
Words failed Rose Wilson the second an orgasm struck her. Her hips wiggled down against Harry and took his hard cock deeper inside of her body. Harry lifted his hips back up from her and slid deeper inside of her. She responded by tightening down onto his back. This time, she gently dug her nails in, not raking his flesh.
Harry slid deep inside of the warm inviting body beneath him. Rose shifted up above him, taking Harry deep inside of her. She moaned in his ear, feeling the pleasure.
"Harry, Harry…damn it!"
He bottomed out inside of her. Rose had been brought into a stage of unbridled passion.
"You want this, don't you?" Harry asked. "Feel the pleasure. Cum for me again, Rose."
Rose tightened around Harry one more time. He slid deep inside of Rose's tightening vice of a pussy. Harry pulled almost out of her and planted his rod inside of her body. Her wet walls pumped Harry deep inside. Those balls landed on her smooth, inner thighs.
Thrusts increased inside of Rose. She held herself up off of the bed tightly around Harry. The number of orgasms Harry gave her, she simply lost count of. She did not care about anything other than her own pleasure. Fulfillment would be great. Her body shuddered underneath Harry's rock hard member.
Everything she wanted, Rose did. All she wanted now was his cum, spilled inside of her. Rose worked Harry's love muscle hard and fast. She wanted him. The increased energy and tension around her loins increased and lubricated Harry's hardened organ. He slapped against her thighs.
"Harry, please, I need your cum," Rose breathed.
The only part she craved more than anything else, was cum buried deep inside of her body. Harry rose up and drilled his hard cock inside of her tightening body. Rose held onto her and Harry rose up and lowered his hardened cock inside of her body.
"Harry, oh, Harry, yes!" Rose begged him.
Harry balanced her legs and positioned her carefully for more thrusts. Rose shook underneath Harry. His thick balls slapped against her body.
"Getting close," Harry said. "One more time."
Tension inside of Rose's being cascaded out through her loins. Harry buried his rod deep inside of Rose and stretched out her pussy. Rose gripped him and released him, over and over again.
"You must really want my cum."
Rose leaned into Harry's ear and hotly whispered back to him.
"More than life itself."
Her back dropped down onto the bed. Harry's balls slapped down onto Rose's loins and slowly started to punish them. He was getting closer to the edge and closer to burying his seed inside of her moist loins. Rose lifted up to meet Harry's engorged prick with each slide.
His balls unleashed a sticky amount of seed inside of her. Rose grabbed onto Harry's cock and squeezed it.
Harry groaned, her still tight pussy muscles pumped his rod. He held onto her and sunk his cock inside of her body. He lifted up and slammed deep inside. He filled Rose's pussy with his seed.
Every last drop of seed splattered into Rose. Her mind stabilized, slowly. Harry pushed himself deep inside the beautiful younger girl on the bed. Her tight body formed an amazing seal around his cock. Harry planted his rod inside of her.
Rose's tongue hung out after Harry finished emptying himself inside of her. The final thrust caused Rose reach the ultimate climax. This final climax forced her to black out.
Harry pulled out of Rose, and let her descend on the bed. She had a smile on her face, without any of the rage, or frustration, or paranoia she had just hours earlier.
'Hopefully, it will stick.'