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Annabelle McCoy: It had been quiet, dark, lonely. The quite hustling sounds of Mr. Hank…

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It had been quiet, dark, lonely. The quite hustling sounds of Mr. Hank moving through his paperwork was usually the only noise. A phone call or the bing of an instant message was rare, but occasionally happened as well.

I laid on the couch, wrapped in blankets. It was nice to hide. I always did…

Hank had been working on letter for his tech friend Cricket at the CIA. Although he normally had reservations about giving away his innovations, he had helped him so greatly in finding Annabelle, that he felt it only right that Cricket get at least half of the rights for the product. The letter would provide this, and also give him the license to improve on the software. 

Hearing Belle hover above him he asked, “Something I can help you with, Annabelle?” 

Annabelle? My first name? 

I landed next to him, “No Mr. Hank”. I turned around and walked back to the couch. Halfway there I stopped and turned my direction towards the door. “Would you like something to eat Mr. Hank?”

He turned to smile at her. “Yeah, why don’t we go have dinner?”

“Really?” I said smiling as my voice went up an octave. I moved back over and grabbed his hand, pulling to get him up. “C’mon Mr. Hank, let’s go!” I demanded in a joking manner, giggling for the first time in weeks.

Hank felt it was strange that she was giggling over dinner, but any progress was good progress. He walked hand in hand with her to the kitchen. When they arrived he asked, “What do you want to eat?”

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Annabelle McCoy: It had been quiet, dark, lonely. The quite hustling sounds of Mr. Hank...

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It had been quiet, dark, lonely. The quite hustling sounds of Mr. Hank moving through his paperwork was usually the only noise. A phone call or the bing of an instant message was rare, but occasionally happened as well.

I laid on the couch, wrapped in blankets. It was nice to hide. I always did…

Hank had been working on letter for his tech friend Cricket at the CIA. Although he normally had reservations about giving away his innovations, he had helped him so greatly in finding Annabelle, that he felt it only right that Cricket get at least half of the rights for the product. The letter would provide this, and also give him the license to improve on the software. 

Hearing Belle hover above him he asked, “Something I can help you with, Annabelle?” 

Annabelle? My first name? 

I landed next to him, “No Mr. Hank”. I turned around and walked back to the couch. Halfway there I stopped and turned my direction towards the door. “Would you like something to eat Mr. Hank?”

He turned to smile at her. “Yeah, why don’t we go have dinner?”

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Annabelle McCoy: It had been quiet, dark, lonely. The quite hustling sounds of Mr. Hank...

annabellemccoy:

It had been quiet, dark, lonely. The quite hustling sounds of Mr. Hank moving through his paperwork was usually the only noise. A phone call or the bing of an instant message was rare, but occasionally happened as well.

I laid on the couch, wrapped in blankets. It was nice to hide. I always did…

Hank had been working on letter for his tech friend Cricket at the CIA. Although he normally had reservations about giving away his innovations, he had helped him so greatly in finding Annabelle, that he felt it only right that Cricket get at least half of the rights for the product. The letter would provide this, and also give him the license to improve on the software. 

Hearing Belle hover above him he asked, “Something I can help you with, Annabelle?” 

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“Love me?” I whispered to myself, “family?”. I turned my head away, my face turning red as I unbelievable got hot. I took off my helmet and turned back towards the man. “Dad?”

Hank nodded encouragingly, not willing to reach out to her and possibly set her off. “Yeah, that’s me.”

I walked over almost in a daze. A slow, unsure walk as I seemed to wobble across the floor. I collapsed on the man’s chest, wrapping my arms around him as much as I could, before crying. The blood and the dust was getting stuck on Mr. Hank’s fur.

Hank hugged her tight, letting her cry for a little while. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. It’s alright. Dad’s here.” He picked her up after a few minutes and went to find the others.

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Annabelle McCoy: A Hum

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The lights flickered on and off. I was no longer terrified of the dark, no longer afraid of such a useless fear. I heard footsteps to my right and left, quickly disappearing as gun fire went off.

I was…

“My da-..” I stopped myself. My memory jumped to the beginning of the week, when this all had started. Hank didn’t want a kid, certainly not you as one.. It echoed throughout my head as I starred at him. “Real Hank or not, I don’t need you to save me, or even be here.”

Hank nodded and looked her in the eyes. “I didn’t say you needed me to save you, but I love you, so I came. I will always come for you. We’re family, Belle, and while you might not need me, I assure you that I need you.”

“Love me?” I whispered to myself, “family?”. I turned my head away, my face turning red as I unbelievable got hot. I took off my helmet and turned back towards the man. “Dad?”

Hank nodded encouragingly, not willing to reach out to her and possibly set her off. “Yeah, that’s me.”

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Annabelle McCoy: A Hum

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The lights flickered on and off. I was no longer terrified of the dark, no longer afraid of such a useless fear. I heard footsteps to my right and left, quickly disappearing as gun fire went off.

I was…

“My da-..” I stopped myself. My memory jumped to the beginning of the week, when this all had started. Hank didn’t want a kid, certainly not you as one.. It echoed throughout my head as I starred at him. “Real Hank or not, I don’t need you to save me, or even be here.”

Hank nodded and looked her in the eyes. “I didn’t say you needed me to save you, but I love you, so I came. I will always come for you. We’re family, Belle, and while you might not need me, I assure you that I need you.”

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Annabelle McCoy: A Hum

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The lights flickered on and off. I was no longer terrified of the dark, no longer afraid of such a useless fear. I heard footsteps to my right and left, quickly disappearing as gun fire went off.

I was moving slowly. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore it seemed. I was like a zombie from one…

Hank stopped humming and smiled lightly at her, leaving his arms loosely at his sides. “Are you going to kill me, Belle? Do you want to tell me why I deserve to die?”

My heart felt funny. My whole body did seeing him in front of me. “You’re not the real Hank McCoy. I will not be played a fool again..” I said coldly, unsure of myself now or not.

Hank continued to sit, his posture open and unthreatening. “I know they had the fake Hank tell you all sorts of things. Elizabeth sent me an e-mail. But he didn’t know that song I hummed, did he? And he didn’t feel right to you, but I do, don’t I?”

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Annabelle McCoy: A Hum

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The lights flickered on and off. I was no longer terrified of the dark, no longer afraid of such a useless fear. I heard footsteps to my right and left, quickly disappearing as gun fire went off.

I was moving slowly. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore it seemed. I was like a zombie from one…

Hank stopped humming and smiled lightly at her, leaving his arms loosely at his sides. “Are you going to kill me, Belle? Do you want to tell me why I deserve to die?”

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ooc: The song Hank is humming. 

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Quicksilver: Doing my part

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I set the EMP…

I ran ahead of of them to make sure there were no guards in the way, when I felt a sharp pain in my chest.  I turned to see a group of men, different from the guards.  How could I have been so careless?  How did they get me like this? I deflected the following shots with my knife, killing them with their own bullets.  I fell to my knees as I began concentrating on the wounds, trying to heal.

“Peter do you smell that?” I asked cautiously. Walking around the corner we saw the dismantled bodies. A trail of blood lead down the staircase we just came up from. Moving closer we both witnessed the marks and then we saw the headless body. I placed my hand up to my ear and radioed in. “Hank, Belle is somewhere down there with you guys. Watch out. She’s armed.”

Hank looked at his teammates and did something peculiar, he sat down in an empty part of the floor, in the blood and grime. “I know what I’m doing is weird, but the rest of you need to go on without me.”

He watched as his teammates listened to him, albeit reluctantly. Once they were out of sight, he began to hum a tune that he seemed to hear at least twice a day. It was his mother’s favorite jazz song. Whenever he was particularly stressed while doing work, he had hummed it. He knew Belle would hear it and remember. It would lure her to him.

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