Role Reversal-A Bad Turn of Events, Part 1
Part 1/3
Loosely inspired by future plottings with canon!Darkstar over on Wake
In this version of the RR!verse, the Ben 10 world and the Generator Rex world are one in the same, bu it takes place while Rex is teleported six months into the future, which is why he is not with Providence.
Ohhhh. Poor Angie-kins.
Role Reversal-Bad Turn of Events
1/3
Angela Morningstar sat with a blanket around her shoulders and a hot cup of tea in her hands, which seemed to be steadily shaking. She tried to keep her breathing even, tried to focus on what was happening.
Her eyes were heavy and rimmed with dark circles.
The woman hadn’t slept in days.
She couldn’t.
Because it was there waiting for her when she shut her eyes.
That scream in the night, too many eyes staring back at her...
She started as the door opened and two armed Providence guards stepped inside, flanking a brown skinned man with a goatee who carried a tablet he was tapping away at.
Angela set her cup down on the table and placed her shaking hands in her lap. She did her best to smile and look up, to not shatter to a thousand pieces in front of total strangers.
The man with the goatee sat down on the opposite side of the table and finished typing something on the tablet before he looked up at her. He smiled back at her.
“Good Afternoon, Mrs. Morningstar. I’m Dr. Caesar Salazar, from Applied Nanite Research at Providence. I’m glad I was able to personally oversee this. Well, there’s good news, Mrs. Morningstar. He’s been subdued and is responding well to the collar. From nanite checks and similar case studies, we don’t think he’s incurable, still...as you know from previous reports from the Plumbers, our main tool for dealing with this sort of thing is, ah, not with us at the moment. We’re currently looking for other methods aside from our current mode of containing. We hope to have something more promising in the near future. Still, you must understand...we have no ETA on another potential cure just now.”
Angela nodded, trying very hard to keep her mind from screaming. She had to focus on the good things. This was Dr. Salazar. He was the top in his field. He had come to...to help.
“So...what...what do we do in the meantime?” she asked tentatively.
Dr. Salazar rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
“What we do now is we keep the Inhibitor Control Collar on him to keep him happy and comfortable as much as we can. With the collar on, you can keep him at home. There’s no reason to keep him in a cage or chained up anymore. Michael won’t hurt himself or anyone else. You can enter the room now, if you like. You can touch him, talk to him...pretty..much...fail proof. No....”
Angela nodded again. It was all she could do...all anyone could do at this point.
The world seemed to go silent all of a sudden.
She continued to see the scientist’s mouth move and he showed her how to work the control circuits for the collar. She mechanically toyed with the buttons, following half heard instructions, nodding all the while.
She just wanted them all out.
Out of her house, out of her life.
Out of their lives.
In a few hours, they were.
She’d signed all the waivers and kept the vid files of how to trouble shoot the collar if she needed to. Angela mechanically thanked them all and waved goodbye, grateful none of the neighbors were outside. She didn’t feel like talking.
Angela made her way back into the house, locking the door behind her. Providence and the Plumbers had a lot of things in common. They both knew how to keep things quiet.
It didn’t last.
The cellular phone in her pocket rang. The number was the Man from Legal’s office number. Angela flipped her phone open.
“H-hello? Jerome?” She asked, not about to say anything if it wasn’t actually her deceased husband’s best friend.
“Angela! How are you doing? Did everything go alright?”
“As good as can be expected.”
It was true.
“I’ll be over in the morning, in the meantime, just try to get some rest, okay? Angie?”
He sounded earnestly concerned.
“Okay. Thank you. S-See you tomorrow.”
Angela hung up without another word.
Her exhaustion hit her like a ton of bricks. The fight. The screaming, the..the thing in the dark. The locked door. The worrying.
The scrambling. The research. The phone calls. The agents in her house. The questions. It all weighed heavily on her shoulders.
She sank to the couch without any hesitation and collapsed into a deep sleep, hoping that the past 72 hours hadn’t been anything but
another bad dream to add to her collection.
Loosely inspired by future plottings with canon!Darkstar over on Wake
In this version of the RR!verse, the Ben 10 world and the Generator Rex world are one in the same, bu it takes place while Rex is teleported six months into the future, which is why he is not with Providence.
Ohhhh. Poor Angie-kins.
Role Reversal-Bad Turn of Events
1/3
Angela Morningstar sat with a blanket around her shoulders and a hot cup of tea in her hands, which seemed to be steadily shaking. She tried to keep her breathing even, tried to focus on what was happening.
Her eyes were heavy and rimmed with dark circles.
The woman hadn’t slept in days.
She couldn’t.
Because it was there waiting for her when she shut her eyes.
That scream in the night, too many eyes staring back at her...
She started as the door opened and two armed Providence guards stepped inside, flanking a brown skinned man with a goatee who carried a tablet he was tapping away at.
Angela set her cup down on the table and placed her shaking hands in her lap. She did her best to smile and look up, to not shatter to a thousand pieces in front of total strangers.
The man with the goatee sat down on the opposite side of the table and finished typing something on the tablet before he looked up at her. He smiled back at her.
“Good Afternoon, Mrs. Morningstar. I’m Dr. Caesar Salazar, from Applied Nanite Research at Providence. I’m glad I was able to personally oversee this. Well, there’s good news, Mrs. Morningstar. He’s been subdued and is responding well to the collar. From nanite checks and similar case studies, we don’t think he’s incurable, still...as you know from previous reports from the Plumbers, our main tool for dealing with this sort of thing is, ah, not with us at the moment. We’re currently looking for other methods aside from our current mode of containing. We hope to have something more promising in the near future. Still, you must understand...we have no ETA on another potential cure just now.”
Angela nodded, trying very hard to keep her mind from screaming. She had to focus on the good things. This was Dr. Salazar. He was the top in his field. He had come to...to help.
“So...what...what do we do in the meantime?” she asked tentatively.
Dr. Salazar rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
“What we do now is we keep the Inhibitor Control Collar on him to keep him happy and comfortable as much as we can. With the collar on, you can keep him at home. There’s no reason to keep him in a cage or chained up anymore. Michael won’t hurt himself or anyone else. You can enter the room now, if you like. You can touch him, talk to him...pretty..much...fail proof. No....”
Angela nodded again. It was all she could do...all anyone could do at this point.
The world seemed to go silent all of a sudden.
She continued to see the scientist’s mouth move and he showed her how to work the control circuits for the collar. She mechanically toyed with the buttons, following half heard instructions, nodding all the while.
She just wanted them all out.
Out of her house, out of her life.
Out of their lives.
In a few hours, they were.
She’d signed all the waivers and kept the vid files of how to trouble shoot the collar if she needed to. Angela mechanically thanked them all and waved goodbye, grateful none of the neighbors were outside. She didn’t feel like talking.
Angela made her way back into the house, locking the door behind her. Providence and the Plumbers had a lot of things in common. They both knew how to keep things quiet.
It didn’t last.
The cellular phone in her pocket rang. The number was the Man from Legal’s office number. Angela flipped her phone open.
“H-hello? Jerome?” She asked, not about to say anything if it wasn’t actually her deceased husband’s best friend.
“Angela! How are you doing? Did everything go alright?”
“As good as can be expected.”
It was true.
“I’ll be over in the morning, in the meantime, just try to get some rest, okay? Angie?”
He sounded earnestly concerned.
“Okay. Thank you. S-See you tomorrow.”
Angela hung up without another word.
Her exhaustion hit her like a ton of bricks. The fight. The screaming, the..the thing in the dark. The locked door. The worrying.
The scrambling. The research. The phone calls. The agents in her house. The questions. It all weighed heavily on her shoulders.
She sank to the couch without any hesitation and collapsed into a deep sleep, hoping that the past 72 hours hadn’t been anything but
another bad dream to add to her collection.