2007-10-10: Deal with the Immortal Devil

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Summary: Mandy's trying to recover, but it's not going well. Adam follows the trail and offers her a deal she really can't pass up.

Date It Happened: 10 OCTOBER 2007

Deal with the Immortal Devil


Some poor Sod's home

They're good at what they do. That said, it's a little hard to be good at what you do when you're hurt fairly badly, and Mandy would much rather die than go back to the Company. She's been shot twice, has a huge bruise spreading across her face from where she was kicked, and is generally in poor health, anyway. The antibiotics came a little too late to really do much good, and that hole in her side is fairly infected. The one in her shoulder is starting to look pretty bad, too.

She's still up, though. They've been at this place too long, and she's getting restless. Another day might not hurt - that was her thinking yesterday, in fact - but the longer they stay in one place, the easier it will be for them to be found.

The ex-residents of the house are long gone, after all, and soon the neighbors will notice.

Mandy looks out the door, briefly, before making her painful way over to the couch. It's already rather bloody, so she has to work to find a clean(ish) spot. God, she doesn't want to move… Maybe after she shuts her eyes for a little while…

—-

Adam has been lucky, he was lucky to hear about the escapees in the first place, he was lucky to have heard enough to suspect they're tied to the Company, and now he's been lucky enough to get a lead on their location. He doesn't however know anything for sure, so he's come prepared, there's a cardboard cylinder tucked under one arm that could be just large enough to hold a sword, if one were likely to try and keep a sword on their person, he wears a long brown jacket and heads to the door with his free hand in his pocket, he rings the bell with a subtle glance around.

—-

Like Mandy's going to answer the door. Either it's the police, or the Company, and she's not a fan of either at the moment; where she prefers the more satisfying method of dispatching intruders by melting them, a gun is going to have to do in this case.

Struggling back to her feet, she feels a shooting pain in her side that seems like she's being torn in two. Biting her lip hard enough for it to bleed, she manages to prevent herself from crying out as she makes her way over to a writing desk for the pistol sitting atop it. Checking the chamber, she finds that it's got two shots left.

Upon arriving at the door, she looks out the small window, pushing aside the curtains over it so she can just see out the corner. Not someone she knows.

It's a bad idea to fire off a weapon where others might be nearby, but hopefully anyone close thinks it's a car backfiring. Opening the door, she fires both shots at the man's stomach, then slams the door shut again, before heading for the back of the house. Now? She runs.

—-

Adam sees the gun, then he feels the bullets, he curses as they hit his stomach, taking one quick look at the blood stains on his shirt Adam sighs very slightly. "That was a tailored shirt." He doesn't seems to be bothered as he gives chase, the wounds obviously healing, the bullets being pushed out as the wounds heal. "Usually that wouldn't be a problem, but the Company's been causing me enough trouble to make funds harder to get to." The package tucked under his arm is tipped slightly, his right hand resting lightly on the end. "I'm going to guess you have a problem with door to door salesmen."

—-

Mandy drops the weapon as she heads toward the back of the house. Her theory is that where one comes, there must also be more, and she has no aversion to killing people. Not in this state, though. Not when she really can't fight back. Grunting, she turns as Adam enters the house - she's not as surprised as she could be, seeing him heal like that. After all, Peter did much the same thing. In fact, she laughs, though the sound is harsh, and becomes a cough. It's only been two days since the raid on the Walgreens, and her health is pretty much shot by now.

"You might say that," she states, wiping at her lip. Her hand comes away bloody, and she makes a face. It's the words 'Company's been causing my trouble' that give the killer pause so she doesn't go right for Adam's throat. "If you're Company, I'm going to hurt you again."

—-

Adam relaxes just a little, his hand still resting in place, he's ready for any movement. "I can handle being hurt, I'm just not sure my suit can." He looks at her a moment. "Trust me I have more reason than anyone to hate the powers behind the Company." He studies the woman a few moments. "That's why I've come looking for you." He offers a slight frown, one just slightly edged with sympathy. "You should sit down. And we can discuss the many ways I can help you."

—-

If Jeremiah were here, he'd be beating the stuffing out of this joker. Over and over again, if he had to. she coughs again, Splattering blood on the carpet and the nearest wall, but still, she smiles. Her dark eyes look tired, almost vacant. "Help? You should go upstairs and see what we did to the people who used to live in this house. Then you tell me you're gonna help me. Fuck, that's a riot. How about if you come closer, and I burn out your eyes until you don't regenerate 'em no more? You still want to help after that, I'll sit."

—-

There's a flash of teeth that could be mistaken for a smile. "I'm sure the bodies upstairs are very unpleasant" His voice is casual, although his expression shows all the anger, hate and general bitterness collected over four centuries. "But honestly, I've done things as bad." He pauses a moment considering. "I've wiped out towns in my day. Hell I once wiped out a platoon." There's another pause this one accompanied by a quick flicker of sadness. "But they had it coming after the things they'd done." He frowns slightly. "As for how I can help you? Lets just say I can treat those wounds better than any doctor."

—-

All the years locked up in a Company cell have made Mandy have zero trust in anyone who wasn't locked up there with her. 'Hearing people out' isn't something she does. Shoot first - or 'melt eyes out' first, in her case - ask questions later. She enjoys hurting people. However, she also enjoys living, which means, as she's facing down this healer, she wonders if maybe she can use his presense to her advantage.

Her eyes travel down to the bloody shirt where the bullets ripped through. "Lift up your shirt. I wanna see." She pauses to cough again, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

—-

There's a short smile as Adam considers. "I'm afraid you're getting the wrong idea. I don't answer to you, in fact I only came here to see if I was right." He shrugs. "I haven't met many other escapees, and none with the….. bravado you and your friends have shown. I'm willing to help you, but I also want some questions answered. Mainly I'd like to know why you're wasting your time when you could be laying low and working to get the Company in hand?"

—-

Her hand goes to her side as Adam speaks. She can feel the dampness there, looks down, only to see a red stain spreading there. Her makeshift suture job wasn't so great, it seems. "Because I'm owed," she snaps, hissing through her teeth. "Because every bastard in this world owes me for the time I was locked up, and I'm going to make sure I get paid." In flesh. She'll tear them apart, she'll feel them die under her fingers. Sticking it to the Company isn't in the plan, even if it seems they should be on the top of the list. "And I'm going to take out as much as possible before they catch up with me."

—-

"I take it you spent years there? Five? Ten maybe?" Adam sounds almost annoyed now, but he's a patient man. "I was held by the Company for thirty years, you can't imagine what it's like to know that if you can't escape you'll be held there forever not until you die, but /forever/." He takes in the room around him for a moment a smile spreading slowly across his face. "For the first fifteen years or so I was angry, I hated the Company. Then… well after twenty years you realise that it's not the Company so much as the people who run it, not long after that you stop your dreams of destruction and begin to think of… control." He motions to the wound. "A drop of my blood and that wound of yours will disappear, you won't have so much as a scar. I can also hand you the people that run the Company." He smiles as he considers the possibilites there.

—-

"Well, it was more than five," she states. Probably close to ten, but she's not sure it was quite that long. It was some years. Thirty? Not even close. This does sober her a little, to hear that. "Forever tends to be until you die," she states plainly, leaning on a chair for support. It's hard to stay standing with that pain, but she's trying. "What, were they gonna put you in a box and keep you there after you kicked it? Not much use in that. Anyway, you'll understand why I'm pissed off… I hadn't been there fifteen years yet. I got a right." She shifts a little, grunting. The promise of getting rid of the Company is… Incredibly appealing. "I don't want to go near there," she says. "Spent enough time there to last for the rest of my life. I don't want them to catch me." But. But. "The other guy didn't use blood. He just touched me." Interested? Yes. There's a long pause, before Mandy adds, "You fix me so I can think straight, and I'll hear you out."

—-

Adam sighs slightly, the comment that follows is off-hand. "I haven't aged a day since sixteen seventy one, I have strong scientific evidence to suggest I won't age ever, in my case forever means it." He reaches into his jacket removing a small medical box, he kneels down as he opens it, he proceeds to insert a needle in himself, taking no more of his blood than they'd use for a blood test, he extends a hand to the woman. "Inject yourself with that it heal the injuries, and clear up the infection." His hand goes quickly back to the cylinder. "As for hearing me out, there's little to my offer. I'm here because your efforts interest me, at my age you need to work to keep yourself amused." He shrugs again as he studies the woman. "I'll help you get revenge on the people running the Company, and in return you leave me to take what I want from them." He looks around. "I can also probably find you something much safer than this to call home."

—-

Living forever. Well, it's not hard to put two and two together. If you can heal from everything, you can heal from age, too. Or, rather, whatever damage aging does to a body would be reversed as it happens. "Eff this," she says, wincing again, and it doesn't seem like she means that she's dismissing Adam. She's getting tired of the pain, and so she reaches out for the needle. There was a point a long time ago in her life where things like this scared her. When her own ability scared her. Now? What does it matter what's real and what's not? The only thing there is to do is try to survive. "I swear if I get AIDS from you, I'm going to be pissed." There's not a lot that doesn't make her mad, honestly, so that shouldn't be surprising.

Jabbing the needle into the shoulder that wasn't shot, she empties the contents of the syringe into herself. The bruise on her face fades away, her jaw stops hurting, and the wound in her shoulder closes soon after. It's the one in her side that brings the most relief, though, as the shards push out through her skin, as the wounds heal. Mandy breathes easier after that, her hand closing around the syringe… When she opens her fingers again, the syringe is melted, gone. When she next speaks, she sounds stronger - much stronger. "Whatever you want, buddy. You have a name?"

—-

Adam bows very slightly, although his eyes never leave the woman in front of him. "I have several, but you can call me Adam." His smile fades very slightly. "I'm going to presume you're from Level five, if so you need to consider going deeper to ground, you'll be of highest priority to the Company." He pauses just a moment. "I'll be getting the information you'll need, until I do I suggest you lay low."

—-

"I have to wait for the others to get back before we go anywhere." And hope that the Company doesn't find the house first. After all, Adam found them, so why can't someone else— Someone who isn't so amicable. Mandy sees the opportunity here, so she isn't about to, say, melt off Adam's face or anything. It's always nice to have a healer around, because God knows they'll need one, given the things they're planning. "Yes, that's where they kept us. They kept me in a cell where I couldn't melt the walls, I couldn't get out. Then this guy — Sylar, they said his name was — He showed up. We got out." She can't guarantee that they'll 'lay low.' Now that she's out of trouble, she wants to keep striking back. Kill. But… "I'll try."

—-

Nodding Adam turns towards the door. "That's all I ask, just remember a little patience and I'll hand you Bob Bishop if you want him." He begins for the door. "But I'll need to draw his attention to something other than you."

—-

It seems like they've just added another member to their team. "Adam," she says as he turns to go. She doesn't hold out her hand, which is, oddly, a better sign of trust than if she did. After all, touching people tends to cause pain. "I'm Mandy." After a pause, she adds, "I'll let the others know. We'll be in touch."

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