JP - Clonestone Wakes Up

Clonestone whimpered as he regained consciousness. His mouth was full of blood and broken teeth. He slowly sat up and held his head. It hurt. His power could heal his wounds but deeper bruises would take longer.

Coral was looming over Clonestone and splashed him. “Hey, Thrane said to bathe and get dressed. You’re needed in the main meeting room.” She hissed out the words, glaring.

Clonestone wished he could keep Anastasia’s blood on himself, but now some of the blood was his own- gross. He showered, taking a while because he started thinking about Tzeitel and wanted to make sure everything could still work. Finally he was dried, dressed and went to the meeting room.

A few other metas would be in there, including Coral, waiting for the soldier at the front to start the instructions. One of the younger members looked at Clonestone with disgust.

Clonestone looked at them. “I’m going to need a dentist.” He lisped slightly.

“Why? You look fine to me!” The soldier seethed. “Sit down.”

“You need to get laid.” Clonestone said, sitting down.

“You fuck yourself too often,” The soldier replied and clicked a remote, starting to explain the missions, giving each meta a target and when he finally reached Clonestone, he gave him two targets: James and Tzeitel. “Thrane wants their power. He wants to test the power, push it as far as it can go. He told me this is your last chance…”

“It’s not my fault James got away, I had him and Klaire to bait Tzeitel. But the damned truck didn’t even have a bulletproof windshield and my driver got shot.” Clonestone said.

“You still didn’t bring back the targets,” The soldier said sternly. “Instead of giving excuses, get the job done, fool! Everyone out! You’ve got a partner that will meet you at the car.”

“I was really close!” Clonstone whined and headed out to the car. He hoped his partner was competent. And the car was bulletproof.

Luckily, the car was bulletproof and made of material that would need more than a bomb’s damage to even harm it. Sitting in the driver seat was a bored looking man that looked mostly human aside from the pointed ears he had. “Clonestone?” He inquired.

“Yeah, I’m Clonestone.” Clonestone said, getting in the car. “What’s your power?”

The man just kept silent for a moment as he started the car and began to back out calmly. In a way, this man looked a lot like James but without tattoos and there were the pointed ears. After reversing out, he shifted gears and began to drive. "I can control metal." He finally answered, tone bored and lacking emotion. "Check under your seat. There's a revolver with specialized rounds full of tranquilizer fluid. Make each shot count."

Turning onto a highway road, he began the long drive toward where he was sure James and Tzeitel were. "My name is Drizzt Evanston…most just call me Ev, though." He finally said after a few minutes. "Also," He added and pulled down the sun visor on Clonestone’s side. There was a list of rules:

No Sexual activity of any kind
No smoking
No eating
No alcohol
No fluid of any kind is allowed to be spilled inside vehicle

"Follow the rules and we'll be fine." Drizzt said.

Clonestone stared at the visor incredulously. "You're joking, right?" He had already picked out three different places in the car to violate Tzeitel and James. " We're getting Tzeitel and James. Tzeitel . I have six years of fucking to catch up on with her."

"I don't give a fuck." Drizzt said. "Follow the rules or I will crush you with a little metal box."

“You can get a turn with one or both of them.” Clonestone offered reasonably. “Turns even.”

"I don't want anyone." Drizzt snapped, growling at Clonestone and revealing sharp teeth. "Follow. The. Rules."

“Are you sure? Have you ever tried taking a woman who didn’t want it? It’s fucking amazing.” Clonestone said, thinking Drizzt was a man who needed to get laid. “I’ll even hold her down for you.”

“Not interested.” Drizzt made the floor’s metal expand and form a wall between them both. “Now shut up so I can work. If you do anything, I’ll know, by the way, you little shit.” It was obvious this guy was not going to tolerate Clonestone very easily.

Clonestone’s shoulders slumped. This was possibly the worst partner yet.

After about an hour of driving, the metal wall finally came down. “I’m stopping for food. You picky about anything?” Drizzt asked as he lit a cigarette and opened his window.

“I like ham.” Clonestone said. “I need to make a pitstop.”

“For what?” Drizzt asked sternly as he found a truck stop for them to rest at. Parking the car, he looked toward a small family that was relaxing on one of the picnic tables and kept smoking his cigarette. “Whatever you’re gonna do, get it done quick.” He told Clonestone and got out, pocketing the keys as he made his way to a vending machine.

“Gotta go.” Clonestone said and bolted to the men’s room. He locked himself in one of the stalls, which of course was filthy. But he closed his eyes, remembering Tzeitel, how the lair smelled, her screams, and made it quick. A few minutes later he returned to the car feeling relieved for now.

When Clonestone returned, Drizzt would have the car running already and there would be a bag of snacks sitting between them. “You smell like shit…” He muttered and got them back on the road.

“You smell like sexual frustration.” Clonestone told Drizzt, reaching into the bag for snacks.

Drizzt just rolled his eyes. “Whatever…” He kept driving on the highway for a long time until they had to stop at a gas station and refuel. While there, he bought some more cigarette - some fancy expensive shit he liked - and some more snacks, along with bottles of water. Refueling, he waited on Clonestone and whatever the man had to do there.