WHAT GOOD DIVIDES?
Based on the movie "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen"

A.N.: Okay, before you go into this, I would like to apologize beforehand for ANY mischief I bring to our beloved characters. To "quote" monster's inc. "I scare because I care".

The first thing Skinner felt when he woke up was a headache worse then any hangover he had yet to experience. Grumbling loudly and to the world in general, he chanced opening his eyes to see where he was. He hoped to God he hadn't done something incredibly stupid the night before that would end up putting him in a world of trouble with the others. Though, being in trouble seemed t o be his natural state more often then not. Thankfully, the room was only slightly illuminated by a small kerosene lamp. The faint glows cast eerie shadows when they hit the prison bars.

Prison bars! Skinner's head exploded. Suddenly, he remembered where he was or where he was suppose to be. Him, Mina, Tom, and Quatermain had gone of in the Nautilus. When they landed on the island he had, per his unique abilities, went to scout for the others. He had just made it into the tree line when he had heard a loud moan. He remembered bolting towards the sound of the moan and then blacking out as something collided with his head.

Touching the top of his skull ginerly he brushed past a small knot.

"Oi, that'll sting for a day or two," he said out loud, flinching from the pain.

Turning around, he looked at the rest of the room. The small cot he had been sitting on lay pressed against a plain brick wall. The toilets and such were on the other side, and in the middle of the room was a small drain. In other words, it looked like a typical prison.

"An appropriate end for a gentlemen thief," a cool, collected, and sinister voice called out, sounding as though he were reading Skinner's mind.

Startled, the invisible man whirled around. In the shadow of the bars, nearly unrecognizable, stood a tall man with dark red hair, brown eyes, and pale complection. Worse still, he was smiling at Skinner, and not the good kind of smile. It was one Skinner knew well since he had given it to many people over his lifetime. It was the kind of smile that looked all benevolent and kind, but was only seeking the right opportunity.

"And who might you be?" demanded Skinner, not controlling his startlement.

"I may be a friend," the man said, "And you look like you could use one."

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Quartermain, likewise, woke up with a strong headache. Unlike Skinner, however, the memories of the capture came instantly to his mind. Bolting up, he looked around, seeing if there were any weapons or means of escape around. Unforunately, the room was padded in an off-white, almost ethereal color. The only thing not padded was the door. The glistening metal bars seemed to shine as though laughing at his inability to escape. Quatermain was not interested in the bars, however. On the other side of the bars, laying on the ground, was Matilda.

Walking over, Quartermain knelt down, reaching through the bars towards his gun. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to use it to escape, or why anyone would just leave the weapon out like that. All he knew was that if he got it and it was loaded, he'd blow away anyone who came to take him.

As he stretched, he felt a severe aching in his body. I'm getting to old for this, he thought to himself. His fingers barely grazed over the metal of the rifle. The graze was barely enough to tell him the barrel was cold from being on the floor so long.

So that's their game, Quartermain thought, realizing why they had left the gun in his line of sight. They wanted to show him he had now power within their realm. Not even enough to defend himself.

Frustrated, and a little annoyed, Quartermain walked to the other corner of the room, and slid down to sit. He wondered if the others had been captured, since he had been the first to fall victim to the rays that had emitted out of the jungle.

Wait, no, that's not true, he thought, Skinner probably was hit. Either that, or he managed to find Nemo, Jekyll, and Carmine.

Either way, the situation didn't look good. Sitting back, Quartermain continued to ponder any type of possible escape from the prison. He was unaware as that a familiar figure was watching his every move.

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The first thing Mina smelled was an overpowering fragrance that caused her to turn her head in disgust. Opening her eyes, she tried to move her arm to swat away the foul substance. However, to her displeasure, she found her hands tied by metallic bands to an otherwise comfortable chair.

"I hope you feel better now," said a familiar voice that only periodically came to thought.

Mina's heart froze, plummeting to her stomach. Turning her head, she saw to her horror Dorian Grey standing before her.

"No!" the small cry escaped her lips.

"Yes, it's me," he smiled, smirking as her normally resolute features were cast into fear and horror, "You didn't think I'd remain dead, did you?"

"It would have been appropriate, considering the circumstances," replied Mina, regaining control of her voice.

"Ah, but since when have I ever done anything considered appropriate," Dorian said, reaching a hand out towards her, "Especially when it comes to you."

Mina recoiled as far as she could from his hand, shooting him an icy glare.

"I may be tied down for the moment, Dorian," she replied, her voice holding a dark warning, "But that doesn't mean I will give into what you want."

Again Dorian smirked.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," he replied, gesturing towards the book shelf behind him, "Please, do observe."

Mina watched as the books disappeared to reveal a large flat panel made of some sort of glass. Suddenly it illuminated, grey, white, and black in color. If Mina was not used to the "lights" Carmine had shown, she would have pulled back in shock. However, shock still filled her as she stared at the panel. For she saw the colors folded into images along the panel. Images that resembled the face of one she loved. Images that showed said person was in the deepest of trouble.

"If you don't do what I say, my dear Mina," she could hear Dorian speak, unable to tear her eyes from the panel, "This is what will happen to each of our friends in turn."

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Unlike Quartermain and Skinner, Tom did not wake up with a headache. Instead, he found himself suspended along a smooth wall, surrounded by an complete darkness. Pulling against the cuffs, he grunted slightly fromt their lack of budging. For a minute, he worried over where the others were and what was going on. All he knew, was that Quartermain and Mina had passed out. The next thing he knew, he was here. Suddenly, he thought he could make out footsteps in front of him.

Tensing, he called out, "Hello?"

No one answered.

"Hey, is anyone there!"

Instead of a verbal reply, Tom felt the wall fall backwards. Suprised, he let out a small yelp before realizing he was on a table. Then, a blinding flash of light struck in his face. Biting down and closing his eyes from the pain of sudden brightness, he felt the spot whirl before his eyes. He felt a pair of hands feel their way across his face.

Shaking his head, he tried to shake them off as another pair wrapped something hard and cold around his stomach. He could feel the heat of the lamp above.

"Let go!" he yelled, as the hands remained on his face.

In reply, he felt a thumb and two fingers press on his eyelids. With little show of strength, they forced them open into the blinding light.

"Mmph!" the small sound made it past him. Already tears began to form in his eyes, blurging the light.

"You may begin the test," said someone. However, Tom couldn't see who it was because of the tears and the positioning of the fingers on his eyelids. All he knew was that he heard an ominious ringing of something metallic. Despite the brave facade, Tom felt a chill of fear run down his spine.

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