Chapter 24 – High Tension November 25, 2008
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Tick. Tick. Tick.
“I asked you a question, boy.”
Tick. Tick. Tick. Thud. Ares slammed back against the wall, a thick arm at his throat.
“Who. Sent. You. What did they want.”
Ares coughed a few times, struggling to breathe. This hurt! His stoic resolve going out the window, he croaked out, “you, sir!”
A pause. A lessening of pressure. The large, frightening man gave a startled, yet frightening smirk. “Me? Not Vi?” Ares shook his head as the man chuckled. “They sent a boy to capture me?” His chuckles became outright laughter, cold and sadistic.
“Don’t mess yourself, don’t try to run, ton’d lay a finger on Vi, or I will kill you.” The statement uttered, offhanded yet serious, the man-shaped tower turned and left the room.
And left the door open.
Ares sat on his cot, struggling to breathe, for a short while. Surely, the terror with a voice like thunder would return momentarily with some new horror to add to this nightmare. Surely. Any moment now.
Laughter from somewhere upstairs. Light. Warmth.
Almost like an animal drawn to the comfort and light, he crept towards the stairs, then slowly climbde them. At no point did he decide to leave the cellar — he merely moved, letting instinct guide him.
He emerged into a warm, well-lit kitchen. The sights, sounds, smells surrounded and overwhelmed him for a moment; slowly, the images resolved. The Terror leaned against a small wooden table, arms crossed; his partner and The Annoying One stood at a center island, tossing a ball of some sort of dough into the air and spinning it, flour coating their faces, hair, clothes. The laughter was a duet between the soprano tones of the girl and the tenor of the younger scientist, and the Terror’s face held a scarcely present yet undeniably real smile as well.
His stomach betrayed him with a growl. Three heads turned, six eyes fixed him in place. the laughter stopped.
“If you’re going to help, you have to wash your hands,” said the female, matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips. She pointed him to a sink.
“I…uh…” he stammered. This was entirely…. irrelevant? Faced with the unknown, like any small child, he turned and ran back to the safety of his prison.
Chapter 23 – Two Worlds November 25, 2008
Posted by yamikuronue in Uncategorized.Tags: Eva Mendell, Scott Benson
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Scott flicked on the light on his way into the Director’s office. He sauntered to a guest chair, lounging casually draping one arm across the back of the chair, knees spread wide. He gave a small smile and a casual nod to the Director’s piercing gaze.
“’sup?”
An icy glare was the only reply until, with a sigh and exaggerated motions, he shifted to sit in the chair properly.
“You will address me with the respect due my station.” The sentence, as expected of her, was icy and direct. the reply, as expected of him, was warm and sarcastic.
“Yes, ma’am”
Secretly, she burned for him. He knew, but would never tell. Instead, he gave her an easy smile, a conspiratorial wink. She gave him a dark glare. Scott relaxed. If she wasn’t ready to confront her feelings for him, hey, that’d be ok. He’d be here, waiting, when she did.
“You need to take your work enviornment more seriously.”
In Scott’s mind, she rose from behind the desk, sweeping it clear of the various accouterments that cluttered it. In his mind, she pulled a riding crop from the desk drawer, ticking it against her palm once, twice, thrice. “You’ve been a very naughty boy,” she dd not say.
“Is that clear?”
In her own mind, she did no such thing. If she could see into his mind at this moment, it would only serve to reinforce what she already knew — men were pigs, out to get one thing and one thing alone. It was a good thing she had no use for sex — she might, if she were so inclined, waste valuable time drooling over his sandy hair, his luscious blue eyes — why, she might even find herself smitten with his cocky, arrogant smirk! Of all the things, could anyone imagine her, Eva Mendell, smitten like a schoolgirl?
“Yes ma’am.”
Chapter 22 – Untitled November 6, 2008
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Eva sat in her dim office. Alone.
Slowly she lowered her head into her hands.
The dark didn’t reply.
Chapter 21 – Rivalry November 6, 2008
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“Listen, I don’t know what’s gotten into you two, but…”
“He started it!”
“Did not!” “Did too!”
Gregory rubbed his temples, taking a deep breath. His job – perhaps his life – depended on getting adolescent twins to stop arguing. He was doomed.
“Look, Artemis, if you don’t get this resolved, I can’t send you on this mission…”
“Mission?” Both heads swivelled. Four identical eyes lit up before one pair clouded and the other grew stern.
“Why not? She’s just as good as I am…” Artemis’ heart leapt. He didn’t think she was a stupid girl! Apollo silently raged, hands subconsciously balling into fists. How dare their handler make his sister cry?! She was obviously distressed at his words…
Greg frowned a bit. “Of course she is, I didn’t mean to imply… it’s just, she wasn’t able to synch with Selene while you two were fighting.”
Apollo was floored. Eyes misting, he turned to his sister, speechless. “I… I’m so sorry…”
Artemis burst into fresh tears, hugging her brother tightly. “I’m sorry, too….”
“Never, I’ll never hurt you again…”
“No, never, I love you…”
“I love you too….”
Gregory let this go on for a few moments before hesitantly clearing his throat.
“Um, not to interrupt but… we need to get to work sometime soon….”
He gulped as four identical eyes shot four identical glares at him. “…just a thought.” he mumbled. This was going to be a long day.
Chapter 20 – Irritations November 6, 2008
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“So, how’s it work, anyway?”
Ignore her. Irrelevant.
“Hmph. I’ll just figure it out myself, then. It can’t be too hard if a stupid mute kid like you can pilot it.”
Ignore her. Irrel–
“He.”
Violet grinned, pleased with herself. Wouldn’t Dad be proud of her, goading the kid into talking? Caught in a bubble of excitement, she almost missed what it was that he actually said.
“Hmm?”
Ares scowled. “Prometheus is a he, not an it.”
Violet rolled her eyes. “Nuh-uh, it’s just a big toy.”
“Prometheus is not a toy!” Ares sat up, indignent.
The girl merely blinked her eyes at him, perching her chin in folded hands.
“OK.” she said, with a shrug. Ares felt a bit stupid. How was it relevant whether Prometheus was a he or an it? Casually, he rested his back against the wall, trying to dismiss the bubble of pesky, irrelevant feelings this… girl engendered in him.
“So, howsit work?”
Would the torment never cease?
