A Hard Look into the Future
by Annie Magee (SKLesMisgirl at aol.com)
A/N : I know, I know, it's been a LONG time since I updated!
But here I am and for being such patient boys and girls, I'm posting one
long chapter. Enjoy!
On to Part 5!
Chapter Four: Revival of a Nemesis
Sir Evan Hargreaves sighed as he finished writing in his
journal. The lab was silent but for the humming of the machines. It
had been a long day; the rejuvenation machine had broken down and it
took all day to fix it. But it worked now, just barely. He didn't
know if the rejuvenation would bring back a life or not, and he had
no intentions of finding out.
The rotund scientist turned suddenly when he heard a loud
crash from outside the door.
"Percy, is that you?" he called out to his robot servant,
but received no reply. Concerned, as his laboratory had been broken
into once before, Hargreaves pulled an ionizer from his coat pocket
and waited. He didn't have to wait long though. A moment later, a
pale-skinned, orange-haired man entered, carrying a body in his arms
and an odd-looking ionizer awkwardly in his right hand. The scientist
knew who these men were. The one with orange hair was Dr. Martin
Fenwick, wanted geneticist. The man in his arms wearing 19th century
clothing was Professor Moriarty, New London's most wanted man, who
had been shot and killed a week before. What surprised him was the
corpse's good condition. 'Modern technology must have played a role
in that.' he noted with some disgust.
"Dr. Hargreaves. Just the man I wanted to see. I have someone
that needs to be brought back to life and you are just the man to do it."
"I'll never help the likes of you, Fenwick," Hargreaves snapped.
The evil geneticist waved the gun perilously. "Oh, I have a
feeling you will. Before my master died, he created this gun. It's
more powerful, shoots farther and is more deadly. Now drop your
weapon," he snarled.
Hargreaves, seeing no other alternative, dropped the ionizer
and held up his hands, moving towards both men. The movement caused
Fenwick to drop the corpse and point the gun towards the other man's
"I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you," the
rat-like man hissed.
"I just want to see what kind of wound that he had,"
Hargreaves whispered, kneeling beside the body of the ex-criminal.
He saw the wound, a close range shot by a ionizer, which punctured
the heart. Getting up again, he addressed the rat-man.
"I don't think that my rejuvenation machine works. Even if it
did, there would be no way that he would survive for more than-" He
gasped as the gun was pointed at his face.
"You'll make it work or it'll be your life!" growled the evil
"Al-all right," the round scientist stuttered. Carefully, he
lifted the corpse, shuddering as he did so, and placed him in the
rejuvenation machine and hooked up the machines to his body. When he
was finished with that, Sir Evans went to the monitoring screen
across the room. After starting the process, he turned as announced
"The rejuvenation could take anywhere from 24 to 48 hours, if
all goes well."
"Very well. Then I will wait here," Fenwick said calmly.
The hours that passed seemed to go by at an excruciating pace.
The rotund geneticist remained at his computer council the entire
time, checking the progress of the process, and making sure all was
going well. The rat-like man paced the room, occasionly looking up
at the machine that held his master. For the millionth time he asked,
"Is he ready now?" and for the first time in those millions, the
geneticist answered "Yes."
The metal doors opened slowly, and Sir Evans removed the
unconscious man from the depths of the machine, and carried Moriarty
to the gurney on which, two years before, Sherlock Holmes had
awakened from death after two-hundred years. After strapping the
breathing mask to the revived criminal's face, he turned to the
wanted geneticist and declared, "He should be awake in a little while."
An hour later, Moriarty did wake. Fenwick watched his master's
eyes slide into focus. "Master?" the orange-haired minion whispered.
Groggily, he sat up, while Fenwick removed the mask. "Fenwick?
Am I -- alive?"
"Yes, Master. We have Sir Evan Hargreaves to thank for
your -- revival."
"Well, then -- I think a proper reward is in order for our
dear Sir Evan," he said.
That was the last thing he saw, as the gun pointed towards him
and he heard a shot ring out....
To Be Continued....
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