When Lyric made it to the bottom of the stairs, she was more than a little surprised to have not run into any opposition. These things looked like they’d never been used, but she would expected at least one of the lackeys to be stationed here. Not that it bothered her any. She was glad to exploit their oversight. Still, she was cursing Black for living all the way at the top of this god forsaken building. The woman was fit, but that was still a shit load of stairs.
She hesitated before opening the door leading into the ground level. Pressing her ear tight to the metal, she listened for anything that might clue her into what was happening on the other side. For a while there was nothing, but then came the faint sound of footsteps. Someone was pacing outside. The rebel waited for the sound to fade back out before pressing forward. Whoever it was, must have turned a corner because they were not in view when she entered the familiar lobby. Keeping on her toes, she edged to the corner waiting for the guard to double back. When he did, he was in for a surprise. The thin woman had the armored man downed before he knew what had happened. Not confident she could keep him down she snapped up his gun. Sights aimed on the middle-aged gentleman, she smirked. [b “Best you keep quiet about this for a bit, okay?”] Her request was met with a steel gray glare, but he nodded in submission. Good, now it was time to move on.
The bright haired woman stayed on alert as she rounded the corner. She watched her front and back. There was no saying if that guard would get up and cause trouble for her. Hopefully he was smarter than that. As she went toward the door, she paused looking at the reception desk. There was a screen. Biting her lip, a message would have a better chance making it out of her than her. Groaning, she rushed over to the desktop device. Touching the screen it came to life. A bright light displaying the company logo and a prompt flashed up. Rolling her eyes, she wondered why nothing could be easy. Lyric backtracked to find the guard standing. [b “Hey you. Come here.”] She beckoned him over with the end of the gun in her hand. He begrudgingly obliged.
Pointing at the computer, she spoke. [b “You’ve got a passcode, right? How about letting me in.”] Her demands were said as though making a request, but her tone made it clear she wasn’t asking and she wouldn’t be tried. Grumbling, the man’s stubby fingers ran over the screen. He entered what looked like a personalized login. As soon as he had finished she pushed him away and took control.
It was simple enough to get into the system, although a bit tedious with only one hand. She wasn’t willing to take her weapon sights off of the failure of a guard. The message was the worst part of all. It was addressed to a nameless email that would be filtered into the rebellion’s network.
[I ‘Lyric Sawyer: look into Dr. Jaeger and his infant experiments. Connected to bigger plot, but unsure how deep it goes as of yet… Food shortage worsening… Expedition out of the city in less than a year.']
It was concise, but it got most of her intel across. Even these small leads would be enough to send them looking in the right direction and that was all she needed. The woman barely had time to tap send before she heard a door slide open down the hall. Her already quickened heartbeat increased to pounding. Jumping over the desk she booked it towards the door. Behind her she could hear the man she had held up shouting to the others. There was no time.
Right out of the gate she could see three guards surveying the grounds. It was even worse than she figured it would be. Cutting toward the left she headed to the bushes. The darkness afforded her some coverage, but there were so many incandescent lights that it wasn’t much. The foliage also rustled around her. It was a naturally unnerving sound in the absence of wind or animals. A dead giveaway to her location. Keeping low, she tried to avoid making any more noise than she absolutely had to. However it wasn’t enough. Just as the edge of the property seemed to be in sight she caught a flash of a bear of a man in her peripherals. He did not look happy.
Weapon up and took aim, but the threat didn’t do it this time. The pompous expression twisted in his features looked like he was mocking her. He didn’t think she would do it! Angered at his assumption she pulled the trigger. Not aiming to kill she hit his arm dead on, but the bullet ricocheted off. All that went through her mind was [I ‘fuck’] as the guy charged her.
On her in no time flat she was dodged his first hit, but was left blind to the second punch that landed on her face. Staggering back, she managed to keep her footing, but she was dazed. It was enough for him to sweep her feet. Bitter from being shot, he gave the woman a swift kick in the side for good measure. [b “Bitch.”] He swore before pinning her to the ground, arm wrenched behind her back painfully. The earthy scent filled her lunch as her face came in contact with the mossy grass.
Her senses came back to her as she felt his large hand run along her body. [b “Hey, hey, hey, hands to yourself asshole!”] Wriggling against him she wasn’t able to do much against the cyber kinetic strength. His palm stopped as it was planted firmly against her ass.
He slipped the keycard out of her back pocket and looked over it. Under his breath he growled, [b “Rector is in for it this time.”] There was no hint of amusement in his gravelly voice. Standing, he brought Lyric with him. She felt as though he might dislocate her shoulder with how he yanked at it. She scowled fiercely at the man as he led her back to the building she just came from. The entire trip back, she simmered. Teleporting back up to the top floor, he half threw her back in the condo before leaving again.
Alone again, she dragged her feet to the couch and collapsed on it. She lied like that for a while, her face and body aching. But what hurt more was the fact that that might have been her only chance to escape and she squandered it. The only consolation was the message she squeezed out. Even that was not much. Lifting her head up, there was a red stain on the fabric of the couch. She must have been bleeding. Sighing, she rose and meandered to the bathroom. The mirror revealed just how tired she looked along with the damage she had sustained. Her cheek had split, but the blood was already slowing. It was the quickly darkening black eye that stood out on her pale skin. That would take a while to fade. Lastly, she lifted her shirt to see her bruised side. It was already turning a sickly yellow. How did she fuck up this badly? The frustration boiled inside of her at her own mistakes.
Tossing the thought aside, she cleaned her face. Digging about she didn’t find anything that resembled a first aid kit so she settled with pushing a damp rag to the side of her face until the blood stopped flowing. After that she passed out in her room. She was too tired and disappointed to scheme anymore that night.
There was no such thing as rest for the wicked. Even though a sleepless night had pass work was still demanded of him. Digits ran through black locks of hair as he leaned back in his chair and watched as soldiers reported to him day in and day out. Preparations for the exploring the outer world were slowly beginning to go underway. Gas-masks were being tested and later on that night he would have to leave in order to go and see how much progress was made. Along with meet up with Barrett, the operational specialist which lead the out expedition time and time again. Luckily for the lil prisoner, he’d no time to keep an eye on her or care for whatever silly games of tricks she was up to.
Holding an [i ipad] in his hand inquisitive eyes looked over the plans. Moving to and fro he mumbled to himself. The plan to explore the outer world was a very ambitious one. Looking over the designs of the masks and how they had spherical orbs of which contain oxygen he hummed to himself. In each sphere contained five-eight hours of oxygen.. Barrett was no doubt a genius when it came to design breathing devices and maximizing it to its fullest possibilities.
Heading towards the kitchen the man sat down on the table and reached for a half-drunk mugged of coffee. Sipping from it idly, he scarcely noticed the guards which had come into bring him items of importance. Setting down the tablet upon the table, the male blinked before he straighten himself upwards to listen to the daily reports which were being ushered in by the guards. Leaning forward on a palm of his hands the male listen intently to all which they had to say. Once the talking had passed he nodded his head solemnly as before he polished off his mug of coffee.
Saluting them he dismissed all of them before one of the guards spoke out of line.. Raising an eyebrow at the question, the 30-odd year old going on eighty let out a long sighed. Hands ran through his tangle locks of hair and those bleary eyes stared headed taking in the form of the soldier. In truth he looked to be young.. Probably a kid from a fortunate family who graduated head of his class. He knew nothing of war; he knew nothing of poverty. In truth Black was the same way once.. Before the riot of ten years broke out. Inexperience and to emotionally he let panic and fear rise up inside of him. Ordering his men to attack because he thought that was the right thing to do. [u [i Ever since the day he failed his men he hated rebels more than anything in this world.] ]
Rising from his chair he shooked his head slowly. “I’ve stumble upon something which was unknown to me.. Man fears the unknown; I am no exception. But we work through our fears and doubts. We’re not allowed to let them consume us..”
Those words came out a lot braver than what he what he intended and instantly the male snapped to attention and nodded his head. Setting his mug down on the table, he turned towards the guard and spoke once more. “Prepare the car, I’ve a long day and night ahead of me..”
Barrett was a muscular black man with a mechanical arm which sometimes transformed into a machine gun. Twenty-six years ago when he was fifteen he came from the slums to study and improve his social standing. Ever since then he’d been slowly working his way upwards. He joined the military and left after twenty years of service. Only to be asked back three years later and ever since he’s been here, working to help lead expeditions outside of the city and into the wasteland.
His office was none like anyone had ever seen. It was a square room which had water which ran through creating a box. Instead of shelves wild-life grew in fresh soil. A myriad of green, velvet's, azure and assaulted the eyes and meanwhile a stone floor held a desk with paperwork was strewn all over it. He was old school like that. Preferring pen and paper to electronics. Entering into his workspace, Marcus was amazed at all which he saw.
A chair was pulled up on the other side of the desk, and the dark-skinned man sat fiddling with a mask of sorts and spherical ball which was the color of navy blue.
[b “Most people call me Black.It's odd hearing my first name.”] Came the stoic words of the male as he leaned forward.
“So, it seems..” Rising up Barrett walked around the desk and saw on it beside him.. “You and I have much to discuss. I’ve been outside the city walls many times. But you haven’t. The terrain is dangerous depending on where you go.. But, that don’t matter much. What matters is how we make use of the limited time we have..”
[b “Indeed. Planning an exploit will be difficult.. But we shall manager. We have to..”]
And with that the two great minds went to work.
[center [b meanwhile..] ]
“Son of a bitch!” Frisking himself, the soldier tried his card but to no avail. “That lil brat..” Turning upon his heels, he headed quickly to the transporter only to find that he was unable access without his card. Luckily people knew ways on how to get around it. Clearng his voice he spoke
“I want to manually request entrance to the telaporter..”
Suddenly a voice spoke up. [i “Request heard.. Please tell me your card number..”]
It was mandatory that all of the body-gaurds memorized their card numbers.. And remember 27 numbers in a row which was no easy fit yet he did it. Inhaling deeply he rattle of the numbers.
[i Number is correct, now please tell me your first and last name.]
Answer the question he shifted uncomfortably.
[i Correct answer, what is your blood-type, eye color, hair color, and date of birth]
Answering all of them the voice spoke again.
[i Lastly what is the date of your mechanically surgery.]
Rattling the date off he was finally able to use the teleporter..
Stepping off at Black rooms, he stepped out and pushed open the door..
Four guards stood outside the door and greeted him.
“What are you doing here at close to 3 am in the morning?”
“I lost my card.. I think the prisoner took it..”
“Oh very.. Wait.. didn’t you report to Black Yesterday or the day before?”
“Yeah so what?”
“And you’re just now realizing your cards gone..”
“Don’t you think she could’ve escaped?”
“Not possible. No one knows about the secret stair-case.. That’s why its secret duh..”
“Hold on, let’s play footage of that area..”
Pulling out a tablet, the guard click on the camera and began to rewind it slowly till an hour passed.. Soon, the found what needed and one of the guards spoke through grited teeth.
“No fucking-one knows about the secret goddamn door right?”
“What are we gonna do?” One of the guards ask.
“Nothing..We do, fuckin’ nothing.. Cause where can se go? The whole upper level is for high-class military officals and the wealthy. This place is crawling with guards.. Someone will be bound to run into her..”
“But she’s been gone for an hour..”
“LIke I said, someone will run into her.”
After all the effort of getting up and ready for her day, Lyric found that she wasn’t in the mood to leave the room. And so she didn’t. Instead, she flopped back on the bed. Staring up at the blank ceiling she used it to project her thoughts onto. Now that she wasn’t so tired, she could more easily process what she had discovered the night before, although it was still a hard pill to swallow. She always knew she would be a pawn in this world, but the woman hadn’t expected to be standing as a piece on this side of the board. Not that she had resigned herself to that fate. The dark eyed woman still planned to give them hell when she had the chance. It would be easier now that she knew just how important she was to them. There was no way they would kill her. Although she still thought that might be the more tolerable option in the grand scheme of things. And there was also the slim chance that Black hadn’t been lying the night before, but she wouldn’t count on it.
Thoughts of leaving the confines of the city crept into her head. There was an exciting sense of adventure wrapped in it. It had been centuries since humanity had had freedom to explore the Earth’s surface. Needless to say, the chance to be a part of that was stirring, but Lyric pushed the idea from her mind. Helping the enemy to any capacity was sickening. Trading her deep-rooted beliefs for something so selfish was beyond her. Wasn’t it? Part of her wasn’t so sure and because of that she knew she had to get out of this place before the sentiment could creep any deeper into her.
Closing her eyes, she ran over the layout of her prison. It seemed to be air tight, but there had be a way out. No fortress was impenetrable, so the same had to be said about when the situation was reversed. They were on the top floor… They had come in through transporter and she hadn’t seen evidence of an elevator. There had to be a fail safe. Systems failed and electricity grids went down. Someone as important as the dictator's most trusted dog didn’t have time to be stuck in a place such as this. Lyric was certain there had to be a stairwell somewhere. It just came down to figuring out where. In her time here, boredom had driven the young woman into exploring the entirety of the space that was available to her. With that knowledge she had an approximate idea of where the stairs could be hidden away. After all, there weren’t that many options.
When she was sure Marcus was engrossed in his work, as he often was, Lyric took the opportunity to snoop around a bit more thoroughly. It didn’t take long to uncover an out of the way door. It was locked, but to her surprise it wasn’t hooked to the bio system. Her hunch about it being a back up in case the system went down must have been right. It did look as though it needed some kind of key card though. Thinking back, she was pretty sure all of Black’s guards had been carrying around something like that. Swiping one wouldn’t be too hard if she played her cards right.
From time to time the guards would come up. It was usually to make reports to Black, but sometimes they passed documents along too. Lyric made it a habit to bother them. A trend that also helped to alleviate her ever present boredom. It took a while, but eventually they seemed to grow used to her poking and prodding at them. A mistake on their part, but she was glad for it all the same. When she had thought everything through as best as she could, the colorful haired woman made her move.
Leaning on one of the armed men, he looked at her as though he truly despised her. She could only smile in response.[b “Don’t you ever get tired of being a lapdog?”] There was no response. They generally didn’t honor her with a reply, but she kept talking all the same. It diverted attention from where her hand was going. [b “I mean, I get it, a job’s a job. But damn, you must make quite a bit to tolerate being a glorified babysitter.”] The same could be said for Black, but she left that out for now. She couldn’t help but laugh as she garnered a glare from him. All the while her hand snaked its way up the other side of him to unclip the ID card hanging there. Slipping it securely in her back pocket, she backed off some. [b “Alright, alright, maybe babysitter is a bit much. We’ll go with watchdogs. It’s gotta better ring to it, right?”] Her hands went to her front pockets as she rocked from toe to heel. There was still no response. The men pushed forward now that she wasn’t in the way. Their visit was short lived and they lift without incident. Somehow Lyric had managed to pull it off.
Not wanting to leave time for anything to fall back to her, the woman set her sights to leave that night. Operations slowed down then and there would be fewer people in the building to spot her. The rate of success was probably still pretty low, but it was the only chance she had and she was going to take it.
That night she didn’t go to sleep when she went to the room. The woman stayed up, waiting for Black to retire. Knowing his habits now, there was a chance that might not happen, but regardless she was going to leave. Digging through the closet, she found dark colored clothes and a hat. Hopefully it would be enough. It was two in the morning before she left the confines of the bedroom. She tread carefully, not wanting to make unnecessary noise. There was no telling where Marcus was at any given time, but when she saw he wasn’t at his desk as she passed it she had hopes that he had gone to bed.
At the door, she took a deep breath. Chances were that opening this would alert someone and they would in turn tell her captor. This would be a time sensitive mission. When she was mentally prepared she pressed the card to the scanner. With a deep clunk sound, the lock unlatched and she was in the stairwell. Making sure the door closed silently behind her, she took off at a manageable pace down the steps. On the way down, she twisted her hair tucking it into the hat. Lyric wasn’t sure hiding her most promenade feature would help any, but on the off chance she got out of here that’s what they would be looking for. Now all she could do was keep her wits about her and hope luck was on her side.
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There was nothing the male could offer in reply to the girl’s words. He had not meant to speak of empty promises for he was not a man of idle words. However, there was nothing at this moment that he could do to prove that his words carried weight with them. So he did nothing. Intertwining his fingers together he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. The silence which rose between them was well needed and he didn’t mind sitting in the solitude of his own thoughts.. Interior dialogue played back and forth within his mind. Somehow “Doctor Jaeger” had a foul taste to it. Along with the story which he’d been told. Something didn’t sit well with him.
The moment he got into his house was the moment he began setting to work on following up with the suspicion which was aroused by Kyle’s story earlier. Fingertips typed away at the computer and he was so engross in his fishing that he barely noticed that the girl he ha had been given charge over was heading to bed. Pulling up his file, the young tactician bit into his lips. [i He saw into the realm of God. Saw into the realm of God. Realm of God. Realm..] Haunting words cycled through his head over and over again. Yet for some unfathomable reasons he remained fixated on the world “realm..”
Leaning back against his chair he let out a heavy sigh. What exactly was it did he saw in this supposed [b realm?] Most importantly, hadn’t Lillie herself mention it before? Clicking on an article, he began to skim through it.. It was dated back eighteen years ago. Two or more odd years after his execution by firing squad.. In it was a photo of the doctor blindfolded and tied to the wooden post.. Six men lined up willingly ready to open fire. However something odd didn’t sit well with him.. Pulling up more articles, he bite his lips trying to find what it was that didn’t sit well with him.
[center [b Doctor Jaeger; Evil awaken] ] [center [b Doctor Jaegar; Humanities greatest mind.] ] [center [b The one who holds our future; Jaegar] ] [center [b The world’s most evil man..] ] [center [b Innocence losts; how one man’s quest to play God ended in failure.” ] ]
“Of course..” Marcus whispered softly to himself. By now several hours had passed as he read article after article about the name who was once heralded as humanity’s greatest chance to reclaim the toxic wasteland and advance beyond the scopes of this city. Pacing around in the same outfit he wore to attend the banquet he nodded his head taking in the very thing which he missed. The thing which he missed wasn’t there to begin with. At all which he could find, nothing was written about the research he was trying to do. Not a single article mention how he was trying to cure or come up with a way for humanity to withstand the poisonous world from outside. Worst, nothing was written on whether or not they closed down his facility or put an end to his research.
Despite the horrific results; the means to achieve them justified the end. Of the child which survived on for three years. If he remembered correct what she told him, it, the child test subject, was immune to all kinds of toxins. Then there was another child which had been “lost.” however, he doubted it.
What would be the excuse to let such an opportune breakthrough slipped through their gasps? Closing his eyes, he leaned against the kitchen counter and began humming to himself.. [i “If I wanted to hide humanity's secret weapon.. Where would I put it? The same place I’d put a priceless diamond somewhere in the dirt.. Where no one would look…”]
Suddenly, he headed towards the phone and began to dial it without caring.. By this time day at broken and the sun was beginning to shine through. Drumming his hands along the counters he waited before the green holographic form of a woman came through.. Once more he was face to face with their beloved dictator..
[i “Do you ever sleep, Black?”] Came the words of the woman, before the male shifted his weight to his other foot. Letting out a grim grin, he spoke softly.
[b “It seems like we need to talk.”]
[i “There’s no need.. Pulling up your search history, I can tell what you’re thinking.. Why didn’t we shut down his research facility? Was it possible that we faked his execution.. Killed someone else in his place.. Or made a clone? Or..did we really let a child escape without any way of tracing her? You know the answers. The absence of evidence is evidence enough.”]
[b “True.. if something isn’t there. Most people wouldn’t look for it.. Why look for something that doesn’t exist? But still, how..”]
Here, the woman shrugged her shoulders and walked to and fro. [i “There’s a reasons why we traded Cade for Lyric… But, this isn’t your business.. You’re our tactician.. You’re my right hand man. But every leader knows that two hands are better than one.. Now, if good day.”]
With that the communications was broken off.
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Lyric was relieved when Marcus finally excused the two of them. It elated her enough that she didn’t mind him touching her for once. Looking in from the outside it probably looked natural for them to share casual contact, but the truth was that she was only being guided back to her cage. A fact that sunk in as the armored men from before surrounded them. She didn’t doubt they had been waiting there the whole time, nothing more than dogs to their master. A reminder of what she could become if she wasn’t careful.
The car was moving before he spoke again. This time the sound of his voice startled her. Lyric had not been expecting it. What was even less expected, were his words. The thin woman stared at him skeptical. There was no way it was that simple. If she could hold out for a year she was free to go, no strings attached? The statement was unbelievable and therefore she chose to chalk it up to nothing more than lies to lull her into a false sense of security. If she let him succeed surely she would lose herself in this game he was playing.
[b “Listen.”] Her words were tired and soft as her dark eyes connected with his. [b “I’ve heard a lot of empty promises in my life. Words are never binding. I will believe it when I see it.”] The only part of his statement that she actually believed was that she had a year. One year before something happened. It very well could be that they left the safety of the city, but it wasn’t clear yet. Especially since the world they lived in was ever changing. Just because that was the plan today didn’t mean it would be tomorrow.
Her eyes didn’t leave him, piercing gaze burrowing straight into him. Lyric watched waiting for him to falter in some way. The man stayed serene. She didn’t know what she expected; he was supposedly a master of getting under peoples skin and into their minds. Eventually gave up on finding anything there that might let her see into what he was thinking. Instead, for the first time, she allowed herself to take in his features. They had been together for days, but she had not taken the time to actually look at him.
He was young, at the very least younger than she expected someone of his position to be here in the upper rings. In the rebellion, almost everyone was young. People didn’t live long enough down there. His build was good, even though he always had escorts she was sure if she tried anything while they were alone he would easily overtake her. It was irritating because she had been trained for combat. Any chance she had there had to be based in stealth and not brute strength. Lastly, there was his face. While generally stoic, it was regrettably attractive. With that thought, she was done staring at him. The captive woman went back to her window, mildly upset with herself for thinking anything of the sort.
The way back to Black’s seemed slower than to the party, probably because she had to sit with herself and her thoughts. Both the disturbing one from moments ago and of that she had learned at the gala. But they did make it back to the building. Just like the first time, the guards escorted them the entire way before leave. Now it was just her, Black, and her overwhelming sense of exhaustion. Without a word she went back to the room she had claimed. It was one of the smallest rooms in the house. The tightness of quarters couldn’t come close to that of home, but it was as close as she could get. As soon as she was alone, she stripped and pulled the braids from her hair. Lyric was done with the tight dress and just about anything formal. Like that she crawled into the bed.
Thankfully she fell fast to sleep. She didn’t want any more silent time with her thoughts as of yet. Instead she got a dream, a rarity for her. In it she was in a place she didn’t recognize, but it was peaceful. Although she was alone she could feel a presence with her the entire time. It wasn’t dark or looming in any sort of way, it only seemed to serve as some sort of companion for her. It stopped what surely would have been a strong pang of loneliness as she explored this new and fantastical place. Whens he woke, she was disappointed. The turquoise haired woman lingered in the bed reminiscing on what she had seen before she got up and dressed herself.
"May I speak so boldly to you sir?"
In the midst of guess mixing to and fro enjoying the latest gossip and fine wine, Marcus Black nodded his head gravely at the older gentlemen.
"Very well. Do you know why it is...that most dictators and rulers who try to control the aspects of people's lives limit their knowledge for power? It is because knowledge is a power but it is also damnable."
At this, the military chief nodded his head slowly as he let out a long sigh. Swirling the contents of his drinks around long enough, he spoke those words softly.
"You always have those who say victors write history so there fore it is impossible to trust it? But that is a blanket statement. In most cases, despite how feeble, the losers views remain etched in history. Their culture, their beliefs, they're rituals. And sometimes.. It was for the best that the winners of wars, elections, or what have you are in the position they are. Regardless of the malicious or benevolent intents they have.. Dr. Jaeger is one such person. Which proved this is true.."
Pausing to sip of his drink, he set it down as he watch a passing servant walk around with an empty tray. Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes as he let the memories of the pass wash over him.
"We exist now in a time where the impossible is becoming possible. I've never told you this story.. But are you aware that my wife is barren?" He spoke softly.
Stunned into silence, the glass in his hand almost dropped to the ground. "It is.. Sadly, one of the most devastating blows a newlywed can take. Knowing that one is unable to reproduce.. Most marriages fall apart due to the shame.. Or guilt or.. Misplaced anger. Our first and greatest hurdle was getting over that news. I've face death several times. Felt pain more unimaginable than even your wildest dreams can produce. But nothing compared to watching your love.. Your god given other half.. Feel as if she's failed.
During those years, we had to truly wrestle and grapple with the words "for better or for worst." Love and self love. Patience and hours and hours of meditating and praying and visiting doctors got us through it all. But. We Were foolish. We forgot that the devil hears you prayers to.."
A snort came from Marcus as he sipped his glass.. "Never figure you to be a religious man.."
"Aye. Well. There comes a time when a man decides he has faith or he has had it. Most people are raised being introduced to some deity. Whether we make the faith of our fathers ours.. Is another test of manhood. Now Dr. Jaeger was... The most brilliant mind of our generation. His field was genetic engineering of cells. He wanted to know.. If by playing God and manipulating her genetic coding, he could get her to bare children.. As you know it work. But I'm afraid it came at a cost almost too great.. Both my son and wife were almost lost.. And Once he saw that it wasn't for that he would not have seen it.”
Sparing the theatrics, the male continued on with his is story. [b [i “He saw into the realm of God.. and he went mind trying to stand on part with God. With incredible knowledge comes the allure of becoming unhinged.. Insane. And I see the very beginnings of Dr. Jaeger in your..”] ]
The conversation left a very sour taste in the male’s nice. When the execution had happened, he was barely just a teenager.. In truth, he was no more than 32 years old.. And already he held positions older men than He envied. Young and barely halfway pass a quarter of a century, it disturbed him that one would compared him to such a crazed man.. Feeling the solemness fill up the air, he rocked himself to and fro.
From then on the conversations were stale. Moving to and from the convos, he was deep in thought before he was reunited with Lyric Sawyer. All his life, he had heard horror stories of the monstrous man.. People painting him in the light of the madman. Even when he read over the case files, his bones chilled at the thought of using new borns as guinea pigs. But no one ever bother to tell him about the humane side. Where all creatures of darkness born of the light and driven into the shadows the closer they came to discovering the source of light? He didn’t know nor was he willing to find out..
Turning towards her, he saw that she two was digesting things. Stepping away from the couple which he had been talking to he gently touched the girl on the shoulders and spoke [i “The hour is growing late.. We must.. Be getting home now. A man such as myself have too many duties to attend to to account. So I do hope you’re forgive my rudeness.”
Dismissing himself and her, he gently guided her towards the door and back towards his escorts.
Leaning against the velvet seats, he stared out the window. His mind was lost in the midst of thoughts and he spoke to her softly.. [i “In one year.. We’re preparing an exhibition into the toxic waste for research materials. One thing I don’t do is force my men under me to give orders. If on that day you wish not to venture out with us. You will be release without harm. But unto then.. You’ll stay in my care.”]
Not long after she’d asked her question, the straight haired woman from the night before appeared. The other ladies immediately accepted her, letting her in on all the gabbing that was going on. It was clear that she could see through Lyric’s lies, but for whatever reason she decided to roll with it. The captive woman was glad for this, and laughed along with the others to her comment about Black. Lillie, as she had been called, seemed liked nothing but bad news. With her there, she thought that there would be nothing to learn. As though she was a gatekeeper of sorts, however this ended up not being the case.
Once again the clucking women pulled her in, prodding to hear about the doctor and some terrible incident that had come about decades ago. The information that followed was just about as horrific as they described. Lyric had been expecting it to be an exaggeration. After all the things people in the upper circle found appalling tended to be nothing more than mere inconvenience. This, however, was so awful she was surprised she hadn’t heard anything about it. She chalked it up to being before her time, that and it seemed most of it took place in the high-class rings. They probably wanted to keep this under wraps.
[b “That is abysmal…”] While she said that she kind of understood. How many of humanities problems would be solved if only they could leave the confinement of the city walls. She, and just about everyone she knew, dreamed of getting out as children. It was sort of a game down in the streets below, at least when you were young enough to still have hope. It didn’t take long for that type of sentiment to disappear, well that was if you lived long enough to see it happen.
The story about the girl who got away didn’t set well in her stomach, especially at the mention of the hair variation. It was too much of a coincidence to be nothing, especially after Black had brought it up himself. While it could all be an elaborate ploy to throw her off, Lyric doubted they could get all these women in on it. She chose to take it at face value and trust that this was the reason they had been determined to get ahold of her, even at the expense of Cade. For a moment she locked eyes with Lillie, attempting to read her further. She gained nothing from it before the first tart started touching her.
Managing to keep her composure, her façade continued. [b “Oh, but I’m not half as pretty as you. Just look at your dress it’s gorgeous on you. Absolutely stunning.”] She did her best to pull the conversation away from herself. It was too tempting to tell her that the look she envied so was something you could only get after a lifetime of suffering and surviving on the brink of starvation.
The circle’s conversation soon turned to a round of complimenting one another. It was nearly unbearable, doubly so because Mrs. Kyle continued to play with her hair. Braiding it mindlessly as they all bantered. Normally that was an action that would relax her, but something about the middle-aged woman’s hands through her hair made her feel sick.
After all that, it all came back to Lyric again. Mrs. Kyle gushed. [b “Oh, I am absolutely green with envy. Just look how nice her hair looks all done like this. You ladies know I have an eye for this sort of thing. I just knew it would look perfect. You should really do more with this beautiful hair of yours, dear.”] It was strange to watch a person both compliment someone else and fish for some of her own at the same time.
Lyric couldn’t see herself, surprisingly enough there were not mirrors lining every wall for these people to look at themselves. However, she could tell the woman had done multiple braids, converging them to one that ran along side her head and in front of her shoulder. Her hair was never something she had fussed over. [b “I suppose I should, but I just don’t have the talent for it like you.”] That was probably the first truth she had told of the night.
There wasn’t much else that was said that interested Lyric. She made sure to give the appropriate nods and awes where they were needed, but for the most part she had checked out. Her thoughts were elsewhere… If they thought she was some sort of miracle mutant baby, what did they want from her? To test that she really could go out of the walls? Probably. But beyond that what was the point? The most likely option in her mind was that they wanted to find a way to pass on the gene. If that were the case she hoped they would try to create a more foolhardy vaccine. The other option that came to mind was the prospects of being used as a breeder. That would only work if the trait was hereditary, but it disturbed her nonetheless. Sawyer would rather endure the poking and prodding of needles for years before she willingly carried one of these cretin’s child. The only solace she took from this was that she would likely die in whatever testing they did to see if she really could leave the walls. It was wasn’t likely that bat shit crazy doctor managed to actually create a means to survive the outside world, and it was even less likely she was the missing child.
With time the conversation dried up, and one by one the women excused themselves, Lyric took the opportunity to do so as well. The young woman returned to the buffet table to grab a snack. Her reconnaissance was done, this was already too much information for her to properly process. She would also pound back a couple of glasses of champagne before the night was through. It wasn’t enough to get her intoxicated, but it was enough to take the edge off. When thing were finally starting to wind down, the rebel woman returned to the area Marcus was. She started hovering silently around him, in hopes they would soon leave. And while she wasn’t particularly keen on returning to his house, she sure as hell didn’t want to be here any more.
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The address had finally been made.. Now there was nothing more to do than linger around like an apparition. Weaving through the throng of people in the room, finger tips would gaze her skin and people would stop. Words would be spoken, little of them having much meaning. [i “Congratulations” “We loved your opening speech.” We’re enjoying this little Pax Romana.” Thank you for doing your best to keep us all safe..”]
All of these words would be appreciated if she knew that there was sincerity in them. But in the minds and hearts of the aristocrat or militant men who enjoy the rare events of social gatherings, this was nothing more than a chance to get relax. Taking sips of alcoholic beverages and and gossiping about their little nonsensical business, they all pretended as if nothing wrong could ever unfold in their own lives. But, little did they know how fragile life was. How senselessly cruel and brief it could be.
A hand moved to her scalp to cool the burning sensation. Passed emotions run amuck deep within her soul. Brushing back tresses of hair she exhaled.. A cigarette break was needed and then, perhaps, she would retired and hand over the M.C. Duties to her right-armed man. That was the intention, before suddenly locks of green stood out in the midst of woman. An eyebrow raised and she watched as the pair of ladies ushered the little urchin into a corner. Oh, my, the lies and gossips bored house-wives made up and feed into. There was a thought to leave them be. But curiosity grew on her..
Stepping towards the group, she interlaced her hands into one another. Perhaps tonight something of more interesting would happen. Things stopped being stagnant eventually and growth occurs whenever there’s time and space to given it to. Inching towards crowd of woman, she listen intently. She’d knew she’d already miss most of the conversation. That was to be expected. However, what came next froze her solid. [i Doctor Jaeger.]
Watching as a young male came by carrying a tray of drinks, she quietly pluck one from him and softly excused herself into the midst of ladies. Instantly those eyes lit up and voices cooed ‘Oh my.. It’s Lillie.. It’s the mistress.. It’s the lady of the night..”
Smiling pleasantly she got into the role of another airy-headed bored housewife. Sipping from her cup, she sighed. “I swear, balls are absolutely so boring. It seems like as soon as the liquor starts flowing, some of my most respectful men forget themselves. The amount of invitations I’ve had to turn down in joining them and their wives in bed.. What’s a poor woman like me to do..” She sighed.
Instantly those voices cooed and words of sympathy and understanding filled her ears. [i “Well, I do hear that some men are into forbidden women. And with the rumors that you prefer female lovers over males.. Why, you could hardly blame them.”]
“Ah yes, well…rumors are just rumors.. I can hardly say I’ve time for passions of the night.”
[i “Oh? Why, Marcus was just said the same thing not too long ago. But, his little pet just spilled all the beans. Oh, you wouldn’t believe the sort of kinky, nasty, things a man like that is into. Though he does look the type.”]
It was a slip of a tongue. Flashing her eyes towards her little prisoner, she sighed. Tilting a hand to her face. “So the secrets out. Is it? Oh.. When he was younger, he use to be such a better love… But I guess you truly can’t teach a dog new tricks..”
This brought out laughter in the woman. With that being said, another woman chinned him.
[b [#5c275d “Oh Lils, you do remember that doctor which was executed by firing squad almost twenty-ish years ago.. It seems our newly acquainted friend is curious about him.. Ooh, it absolutely sends shivers down my spine thinking about him. And that horrid mask he used to wear… urgh. Those Poor little newborns..”] ]
Sipping her drink softly, she nodded her head.. [i “Indeed.. Those poor children..”] Chine in the lady who was wife to kyle.
“I try my best to forget such. Atrocities.. But.. If I must, than, I will tell the story again.. Dr. Jaegar was a scientist who studied mutations of genetic Dna. He had all these outlandish, and quite truthfully, revolutionary ideas. He was working on a special type of drug which, when given to a newborn baby, would act a vaccine against the toxins. In other words..”
[i “If a child who received the drug at birth were to survive during past childhood, than leaving this city would be no problem for them. They would be able to eat the toxic food, drink from its rivers, and breath in the air without being killed.. But it had a less than a percent chance of working.”]
“That is correct.. He tried again and again, asking me and many over politicians and military men to donate newborn babies to his experiment.. He swore it would work.. Eventually he went made. He ended up planting bombs in a hospital, and threatening to kill everyone, unless they gave into his demands.. He kidnapped several, newborns eight boys, two girls.. He gave them the vaccine.. The result was horrifying.. Five died instantly, two survived for a month, one till age one, the other age three… And as for the last girl, we don’t know what happen to her.. He put her in a capsule and shipped her off to the ghetto.. I hoped she died.. I can’t imagine the hell that awaited her..”
[i “But.. there is one interesting thing she’s forgetting.. Of those who survived.. Test were done on them, and an unknown DNA sample, never before seen or heard off was found.. Not only that, but they’re hair color turned a greenish-blue.. Kinda like, yours..”]
Without asking, the wife who had dragged her off, brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled.. [i “But I doubt such a beauty such as you grew up dirty and filthy. Your skin, your figure, it makes me jealous.. And don’t get me started on your hair..”]
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Black played calm and collected on the outside, but from the look in his eye Lyric could tell her little irritation wasn’t wasted. That small glean was enough to make her happy, but before she had time to revel in it she was pulled into the conversation by the blonde woman. At first it seemed harmless enough, but time she made it to her third sentence, Lyric realized just what she was insinuation. The thought mixed with the woman’s touch sent a shiver down her spine. She honestly didn’t care to imagine it fully. But when she glanced over to Marcus, it was clear he was flustered. The rebel planned to have some fun with this in a bit. However for the time being, things were getting interesting.
The conversation lead to what appeared to be an inkling of her enemy’s true intentions. Something about alterations and a man called Jaeger. The name seemed familiar but she couldn’t place it. Once again she found herself regretting not paying closer attention to such things. Hindsight was cruel. She would learn from her mistake and take care to remember everything she could on this side. There was no telling if she would have a chance to bring all this information home, but she would try.
The trio went silent after that. There would be nothing more to come from them, but now she had some leads to ask about later if she was allowed to leave Marcus’ side again. The bright haired woman didn’t see why not, but that would all depend on how he would react to what she was about to do next.
Lyric did her best to put on a sweet, innocent façade. [b “Oh, Marcus, I don’t know why you’re being so bashful.”] For the split second her eyes flashed to him, she smirked and then continued. [b “He is rather rough with me, I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it.”] Bringing her hand to her cheek, she feigned distress with a sigh. [b “But if you had any advice to help me I would very much appreciate it.”]
Lyric barely finished her sentence, the almost laughable plea for help, before the blonde woman’s eyes lit up like fireworks. [b “Of course!”] She released her husband’s arm and latched onto Lyric, nearly dragging her away. The upper class woman called some of her friends over. A posse of gossip queens soon surrounded the thin woman. The small crowd occupied a corner of the hall. The situation was strangely ideal to gather information. The rebel couldn’t have asked for a better chance, she just had to bluff her way through this first part before changing the subject. And all that entailed was slandering Marcus Black’s name. She was sure she could handle that much; in fact she was quite looking forward to it. After all, these lovely ladies looked a lot more interested in him than her.
Taking things slow, she let the other woman speak first. This tactic allowed them to set the bar she would use to spin her web of lies. And wow, the bar was high. Ladies in the upper ring had some strange fetishes. Regardless each one had to put her two cents in about how to make it more bearable in the beginning. Advice she sorely hoped she would never need.
When it was her turn things went still and all eyes and ears were on her. Lord, they were so nosy. Stitching together a lot of things the women had brought up, Lyric wove a terribly embarrassing story, had she not been so determined to see this through she wouldn’t have been able to finish the lie. Enduring, she ended it with quite the bang. [b “And after all that the main event wasn’t anything special. It’s really disappointing to brave all of his fantasies and not get much in return, if you know what I mean.”] She put on a pathetic sort of expression. It was the icing on the cake. Lyric had most, if not all of these women pitying her now. Not to mention she was sure at least half of them would repeat the story word for word until it was circulating the city. That alone was satisfying.
Allowing the group to work itself into a tizzy of more advice and condolences, Lyric fell into place with in the circle. Answering questions and accepting further advice until they had all calmed down some. It was then that she decided to push her agenda.
[b “Mrs.”] She addressed the blonde aristocrat from before. [b “I regrettably came into your conversation before a bit late, but curiosity has gotten the better of me. Mr. Black, your husband, and you were speaking of a Doctor Jaeger. Just what sort of person is he?”] It was vague, but she hoped with the group around her, at least one of them would be loose lipped enough to spill the beans. With that thought, this was the first time she ever found herself thankful that the citizens of the upper ring were so naive.
Where did one begin when it came to describing the inevitable collapses of society? Was it with the fact that anarchy was threatening to break out against the absolutely rule of the matriarch? Her fingertips like tentacles seeping into the crevices of society and eyeing all? Or does one start at less lofty ideas and look at the most simplistic explanation as to why society is faced with its inevitable demises? Starvation brought about desperation. A truth that most people knew deep down within. Hands in pocket, those eyes darken as he eyed the male who was nothing more than a low-ranking general. The alcohol had made his tongue lose but it was to be expected. So he adjusted himself to the slip up and smiled politely, nodding his head at the gentlemen. [b “Please, do be careful to not drink so much. You do know the press enjoys scandalous news.. I’d hate for you to… be the center of it.”]
A threat. Bowing his head slowly to the general at top, he muttered something beneath his breath. The message was received loudly and clearly. It was than that [i she] took to the stage. All heads turned upon the Lady who had single-handedly built this place from the ground up. Her voice rung out strongly and with confidence. Despite having a mechanical arm, her beauty wasn’t lost to anyone nor her appeal. As she raised her glass, many others raised theirs and he, Marcus, simply just applauded his hands. Beautiful lip service for those who needed it to be assured that their glass castles would stand.
Hence why he never came to this social gatherings for he was a man who knew too much. Weaving in and out of the crowd, he looked like a raven amidst doves. His darkness stood out against the lightness and pleasantries which escaped the lips of those who were in the midst of talking and chattering and all having a good time. Gaudy whites and bright Blues and gold contrasted his simply black. Golden, silver, and bronze medals shimmered as ruby lips parted to admired the well dressed and handsome youths. Rolling his eyes at the spectacle, he began to made his way towards the woman who’d given the address. Doubts were arising in his mind if he were the proper one to converting the female to [i their side.] But before he was able to make his way towards her, a voice chimed out his name.. Instantly the facade of enjoying the festivities snapped him into attention.
[b “Marcus Black! I can’t believe the devil himself is here in the flesh! Oh, you must tell me of the rumors that are circulating around your most recent capture!”]
A smirk pulled across his lips. Playing coy, he spoke softly. [i “Whatever do you mean?”]
[b “Why.. I mean, your female pet.. We all saw her with you while you walk in.. And seeing as many, many, of our colleagues enjoy the company of the opposite.. Why should the great devil himself be any different? Why, she looks like the type to be into some, sadomasochism play.”] At his words, Marcus couldn’t help but laugh.
[i “I assure you, Mister Kyle, just because I work with the interrogation department, doesn’t mean I take my torture methods into the bedroom. Plus, being the right-hand man of our little ambiguous lady, doesn’t give a man much time for leisures of the carnal type.”]
[b “Ah, such a shame, my friend! If I were in your shoes, welp, I’m a married man! Ho, ho, hee hee! So, I can’t be having too much fun with kittens..”]
On that note, a lady with pale blues eyes walked towards him. Specks of grey blended into her blonde and as wrinkles formed on her face, she leaned forward to greet Marcus with a kiss on both lips, before kissing the man who’d had spoken earlier.
[i “Your wife I presume?”]
“Yes, a pleasure.” She spoke extending her hand.
Taking it, he bowed his hands to her, before softly kissing her knuckles above her index and middle.
It was at that time that his little “Pet” came towards them. Holding a chalice, he barely notice the little “trick” she played into he took it in his hand. Feeling the stickiness he muttered underneath his breath. [size10 Well, played.] before taking a sip from it,
[i “You poor thing… I can’t imagine being with such a horrible man!”] the woman said as she placed a hand to her heart. [i “I hope he’s more gentle with you than his prisoners.”] With that being said, she reached out her hand and tuck a index underneath the chin of the girl and whispered softly. [i “It’ll feel better the more times you experience..”] and with that she let go and went wrapped an around around her husband’s arms.
Coughing, Marcus blinked. [b “There’s a terrible misunderstanding. She’s not used for… that. Miss Sawyer has been placed under my control because we, well, [u she] believes that… with the proper training and modifications, she can be a powerful asset in advancing mankind..”] He spoke those words as he nodded his head, his face turning noticeably turning a brighter shade of red.
[i “By God! You don’t mean to tell me.. “]
[b “I’ve.. heard rumors..”] Both couples spoke as their eyes turned towards the girl.
[i “If that’s her natural color…”]
[b “Than… it could be..”]
Holding up a hand, Marcus smiled softly. “Doctor Jaeger was… mentally unstable.. I doubt his theories hold water.. But, time will tell..”
It took absolutely everything in her to suppress the urge to physically cringe when the large man mentioned her being Black’s date. Had he not been looking at her so intently, she probably would have let the shiver out. But he stared at her with such an unsophisticated sense of desire in his eyes that it stopped her from revealing her true sentiments. Only adding to the deep-rooted discomfort she was feeling.
It wasn’t till he spoke again that she was able to set the feeling to the side for the moment. The food shortage was getting worse? She blamed his slip up on the glass in his hand. She smirked, about to ask him to elaborate, but Marcus beat her to the punch, cutting the man off. Apparently that was something the man didn’t want her to know about. And so the woman was determined to find out more on the subject whether it be from this man or someone else.
It was as she became resolute that Black dismissed her. The action would have been fine, liberating even, however he used her name. There were not many people that called the woman by her given name. Only close friends, and relatives when she was young. Now days it was always Sawyer. For the life of her she couldn’t remember when the trend started, but it had seemingly always been that way. The discontent compounded with his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t like it one bit.
Lyric narrowed her eyes at the man but offered no other retaliation for the time being. She turned and made her way to the spread of food that was laid out on the other side of the room. It wasn’t particularly crowded, but there were a handful of people hovering around the food. Grabbing a plate, she joins them in making rounds about the long table placing whatever interests her on the plate. Putting the idea of grabbing Marcus’ champagne on the backburner. He never said she had to immediately bring the drink. It was a petty consolation, but a consolation nonetheless.
A couple of people, whom all looked rather bored, tried to make conversation with her as she picked at what was on her plate. None of them really piqued her interest. That being that they didn’t look or seem interesting. They were the bright types who naturally ran their mouths. She was sure they would have no information to offer her.
It was just as one such person was making a pass at her that a voice came over the sound system. Lyric was able to take her attention to the woman up front. Apparently the event had officially begun. The dark haired woman who was speaking had a face she recognized. She was the hologram from the night before. In the flesh she wasn’t much different, but judging by her expression she wanted to be here about as much as Lyric did. Had they not been on opposing sides, she thought they might get along.
Taking the time to finish her plate, the bright haired woman grabbed a flute of champagne and meandered to find Black. The whole ordeal had probably only taken twenty or thirty minutes. She had wanted to drag it out a bit longer, but she needed to get back to the task at hand. Gathering intel. Walking deliberately slow back to where she was supposed to be, the rebel passed several groups of people. Every conversation she seemed to hear was frivolous though. She didn’t need to know who designed who’s dress, or decorated the hall. It was all nonsense and incredibly disheartening. But there was a twinge of hope. Every once in a while, while passing a smaller group they would go quiet. It gave her an idea of who to return to later in the night. Between those men and the ones that looked at her from across the room as though they knew her, she was going to get something out of this monstrosity of a party.
Back at Marcus, she silently slipped in as he spoke with a new couple. As much as she wanted to ‘trip’ and spill his drink down the front of him, she contained herself. Instead she handed it over, tilting it just enough for some of the abundant liquid to spill down the side and on the handle. It would get on his hand, probably making it sticky. Once again, it was very petty.
Her laughter came as a surprise and caught him off guard. Of course the threat was an empty one. Having her flogged would only serve to further antagonize her and have her hatred for their side build within her.. All he simply wanted was to hear her voice. To try and flesh out of her obedience and when she complied, well, he was rather satisfied. Rising from the chair which he had put in front of her he smirked to her. Everything was in accordance of plan.. [i the main guest] was about to arrive tomorrow and the world above would be forever shaken by those who’d had no idea what was about to happen was going to happen whether or not people choose to believe in it or ignore it.
The next day came and as night began to fall upon the land an arm escort arrived to escort them to the ball. Hands in pocket dark eyes turned towards the woman as she asked him her question. There was something more going on in the works which most didn’t need to know about. Eyes inspected her trying to find any blemish which would that would embarrass him. Upon finding none he began to move forward out of the apartment and into the teleporter. [i “Did I say all that you would be doing will be fetching drinks or food?”] He spoke cryptically as he stepped out and walked towards the foyer.There was so much more she was meant for. However, for now, all she needed to do was play the part of the clueless servant girl before she was fully enlighten to it all.
Leaning back into the plush leather seats, he folded his legs over the other and watch as lift off happen without any problems and they began to head towards the ball. The first chess piece had been moved. Now it was simply time to watch the game play out before them.
Eyes of the darkest hue of amber looked out over the crowd. A strapless dress clung to her body as two pigtails swished from side to side behind her. Sparking up a cigarette she stare out across the city below and above. Soon, they’re exploits would have to move on a more grander scale.. The plan to move forward wasn’t something she had thought would have had to happen so quickly. [b If only time was their friend.] Myriads of emotions brewed on her face as the thought of sending out the news to ill-prepared civilians. One huge mindfuck would ensure and she simply hadn’t the time to deal with the headache which would come from it.
[b [#6d4912 “Mi’Lady.. I’m here..”] ]
The voice came without her being surprised by it. Taking another drag from the cancer-stick, she exhale. Peace had been here hard to maintain enough these last sixty to eighty- odd years. Back then they didn’t face the threat which they did now. Exploration wasn’t a necessity. But fighting back the toxicity of the outer world was. Expanding and aggressively keeping those who were use to living on the edge of the wilderness was. In truth back then, civilization was forced upon many. It was a like a heavy coat that fit to tightly. It was uncomfortable to wear but necessary, nevertheless. Finishing up the cigarette she turned upon her heels. The silence in the room had grown to much for her.
[b “Marcus Black! What’s a devil like you doing here?”] A voice of a stranger boomed greatly across the room, before a gentleman sporting a military uniform came towards him. On his arm was a female with curly black locks whose hands held a glass of redwine. [b “I always thought you were to busy for these sort of things…. And wha’s this? You actually found a date?”]
Mechanical eyes caught sight of the female as he grinned at her. Indeed, the blue dress which was chosen out for her did go well with her wild-colour hair. The tightness of it accented her curves and for a moment there was a leery look in the eyes of the man before he turned back towards Marcus. [b “If you’re here. It must mean that the growing food crisis is growing worse..”]
Holding up a hand to stop him promptly, those cold calculating eyes turned towards his little servant. Sure. There were those who experience hunger first hand. And then there were those who knew why the hunger was experience. Twenty-five years ago, before the rebellion arose the middle class where the highest populace. Humanity is unpredictable at best and so there was no way that it would be known that the population would explode. From a few hundred thousand, to the cusps of a million to over.. They were not prepared for it. Hence secret scouting units were formed to head out into the toxic wilderness. Most never came back, those that did seemed to be forever changed. Different.
The outside world was beautiful. So much so that it was hard to believe that it would so easily kill if one was not careful of the time they were allowed. Not even cybernetic surgery was enough to allow for them to venture out far enough. At best, a month and a half outside was the best they manage. A firm hand touched the shoulders of the female and he spoke softly
[i “Lyric, go and fetch me a glass of champagne. I’m thirsty.. And also, do feel free to check out the food bar. No need to hide your appetite here..”]
Emerging from the darkness of the room, Lillie stood before the guess. Moving seamlessly through them, her mechanical arm was hidden by a jacket which complemented her strapless dress well. So far the guess we're still filtering in so she supposed that the time would come for her to kick off the annual military ball. It was called that but honestly, many politicians and police officers came in. Some to trade in gossips, others to keep their wives entertained she guessed. As her eyes scanned the familiar faces which all seem to converge in this one room, she tried her best to find the “guest” which she had placed in Marcus’s care. Hopefully her training was going well.
[i [#632a7a “Here’s the last one.…”] ] A voice of a ghost echoed in her head. Drowning it out with she looked carefully at the blue-haired beauty whom she’d seen just the day before. There was no way to prove or know if she [i she] was..
[i “Lillie!”] A voice called to her. [i “Lillie, it’s time to begin..”] A dark skinned male appeared beside her and she nodded her head looking at him. Yes.. of course. It was time to for things to begin. Heading towards the stage, she grabbed the mic and slowly tapped it.
[center [i “Ladies and Gentlemen. As you all know, today marks the forty-seventh annual military ball. I, Lillie, would like to welcome you all. Please drink, eat, and be merry! Tonight is a night for celebrating and honoring those who do all they came to help provided security, peace, and hope for those who live in our under the law of the land! Cheers!”] ]
Raising a glass, she watched as everyone else let out a roar before drowning their glasses. With all that being said, the sound of music began to play and she let out a sigh. These things normally lasted for a few hours. Dancing, drinking, socializing, gossiping, and other things all happen rather nicely. As she stepped off the stage and began to mingle and mix with the crowd she began to bit her lip.. Another cigarette was so desperately needed.
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Lyric heard the man moving before she saw it. She had hoped that he might go somewhere else, but instead he came directly over to her. Once again he was mumbling about something or other. Her ears were not keen enough to pick it up though. That was until he started speaking directly to her. The comment of their similarity pissed her off. Of course they were. If you took two random people from anywhere in this god forsaken city and laid out all their traits and beliefs of course many would overlap. They were both human. However, she knew this wasn’t what he meant and the insinuation angered her all the more. She didn’t even honor him with a response.
With that time returning to his desk it marked the third time for him to pace across the room. It made her nervous. Why couldn’t he just sit still? Although she couldn’t really complain. Black grabbing a chair was leagues better than him sitting next to her on the couch. But his conversation continued to be unpleasant. In fact his next comment made her skin crawl. What did he wish to gain by bringing Cade into this? No doubt they already got everything they wanted from him. He might have been a tough cookie when it came to himself, but he cared for his subordinates fiercely. Almost to the point that it made him stupid. That he had a particular attachment to her continued to fly over her head even now. It wasn’t that she was generally dense to that sort of thing, only when she was really focusing on something. Like a resistance.
Still she sat in silence only a little while longer. Attending any sort of government gala in any way sounded like the absolute pits. Not that she didn’t like a good party, but ninety percent of a celebration was the people. And these just weren’t her type of people. Marcus wasn’t wrong about the chance to gather Intel though. It was more like she doubted they would let anything worthwhile leak. But you never know, aristocrats in particular tended to get loose lipped when you introduced alcohol to the equation.
It was at the threatening of being whipped that she lost composure. Lyric was unable to contain her laughter. Honestly it was more of snickering, an airy sound through her nose. She raised a brow at him, although it must have looked weird with her upside down. [b “I’ve had worse.”] Nothing compared to the pang of hunger. To her there was no worse pain in the world. He would have to do better than that. [b “But I guess I’ll go to your stupid ball.”] That was the last thing she said.
The next day passed with relatively no incident. She didn’t get the pleasure of picking out her own outfit. Neither was she allowed to just keep wearing what she came in. She had to admit the dress she was given looked good on her; it just wasn’t to her taste. Lyric would have preferred something that flowed. This on the other hand was tight just about everywhere. Giving herself one more look in the mirror she sighed. At least the bright haired woman looked good in blue.
[b “Tell me again why I have to be dressed up if I am just there to bring you drinks?”] Sure there had to be a dress code, but did it really apply to the help? She was confident it did not.
The time to leave was marked by the armed guard’s return. She could only imagine how boring life must be to feel so scared for your life that you need a swat team to leave home. The thought made her shake her head as they exited the high-rise apartment.
The trip to wherever it was that they were going was shorter than anticipated. Thinking on it, it made sense. He did live in the middle of the city. That building couldn’t be too far from anything that mattered to these people. And while she had thought the décor couldn’t get any gaudier, she had been so wrong. The military ball was being held in one of the ballrooms of the First Republic arena. The arena was a notorious waste of money. It had been one of the first things built when the current government rose to power. Extravagant was putting it lightly. The only consoling thought she could come up with was that it might have been decorated to the nines because of the event. But somehow she doubted it.
The ballroom itself was huge. They were directly on time, so guests were still filing in, but no matter how many entered there was plenty of room for more. Lyric began to feel overwhelmed. Being nearly alone only amplified the sensation. The gross feeling of anxiety clawed at her belly, but she kept an appearance of serenity on her face. To distract herself she watched individual faces in the crowd. Trying to pinpoint the ones she recognized. Those would be the ones she would need to stick to if she wanted to learn anything at all in this hellhole.
The proximity of her closeness did not hinder the male from reading the reports which he had to. Neither could it distract him from formulating plans for the coming days. Adjusting to having a female living with him was something which he hadn’t been prepared for. The moment which she left him was the moment those dark eyes darted towards her to see that it didn’t take long for her to start abusing his couch. Pushing back from the desk which he had all of his papers on he stood and moved. All day long he had been doing nothing more than explaining, getting out everything that he needed to and now there were no more words that needed to pass between the two. Fairly content with what he had said and what he had given her, he made his way in front of her and stood.
[u “The caliber of her skills are unknown.] So read the case files. Peering downwards into her eyes as he looked at her to and fro he turned upon his heels and muttered. Those words were barely inaudible to anyone but himself. Cybernetic surgery.Sure, being a rebel probably meant that your fitness level was more than just great. He had no doubt in that. Yet having foreign technology integrated into you. Allowing yourself to become more than just an individual and part of the greater good. [b “We have more in common than you could know..”] That time his words were audible.
Hands ran through locks of jet-black hair before he let out a terrible sigh. His composer of being stern and serious was slowly fading into his laid backness. Rest wasn’t needed as a side-effect along with food or water. Still he remembered, ever so slightly, what it was like to needed those things. Days sometimes ran together in a blur of emotions and it was hard to differentiate between yesterday's or todays. But what had happen today surely wasn’t apart of yesterday. The proof of a young green-haired woman lying on his couch was proof of that. Eventually the time to divulge everything would come. Unto that time he’d had to keep up the farce of being a man who was the master.
Once more he turned to rest his eyes upon the woman. He neither despised her or desired her. Yet the beginning of playing mind games was slowly beginning to settle upon him. So he walked over to his desk again and pulled back a chair. Bringing it in front of her he firmly plopped himself down upon it and leaned back. Hands moved to undo the first button of his shirt along with the other as strands of black hair fell into his eyes. How long had it been?
Softness. One thing which separated the sexes was that one had a distinct softness to it t than the other. Whilst his was rough and stern. Hers were not so. Trailing down towards her body taking her in slowly he snapped back upwards into her and he whispered. “I can see why mentioning you broke Cade..” Low and slowly his voice came out.
Who exactly as Cade to her? To him she seemed to be someone who was worth protecting. Rather, the thought of a woman being used by other men is no comforting thought. But if that woman was [b yours] than it was absolutely maddening. Leaning forward he blinked.
“Silence will not help you. Cooperation will.. For example. Tomorrow there is a military ball.. All of the most important generals will be there.. you can come. Acting as my personal servant of course. Fetching drinks. Fetching food.. It’ll an easy task.. Or.. you can stay here and miss out on collecting information. Valuable info, which you’ll need.”
“ Also, you should know that I’m not opposed to having you whipped in front of me for trying to maintain silence. I find this to be disrespectful. Disrespect, regardless of how childish, will not be tolerated. I’d rather not have your screams be the first thing I hear.. But I’m not oppose to it.”
Seemingly out of nowhere, the men who had followed them in stood at attention and made their exit. They had barely left before Marcus was explaining things she already knew. Well, it was good to have the confirmation. They did indeed plan on keeping her in this place. She was going to have to make due in this bureaucratic nightmare.
The situation was awkward to say the least. She had entirely no idea what to do. It was quiet and she just watched a he fiddled with the papers that were strung about. It involved an awful lot of pacing about to find the things he needed. It made her antsy, as though she was stuck in a cage with an irritated tiger. Lyric thought that perhaps when all his affairs were in order he might sit down and be calm, but there was no such luck to be had for her. Instead he walked off to another room. She took that chance to move about the room a bit more. There wasn’t a lot to see. Most everything was neat and orderly, except for the papers he had straightened.
It took him less time to return than she would have liked, and when he did he threw something to the floor in front of her. Rolling her eyes, she waited for him to return to his work before picking it up. It was an ordinary menu. She was a tad peckish, but her stomach was off due to the anxiety that was plaguing her. Knowing full well that nothing good would come from not eating while she was here she looked over the list. The roasted chicken sounded really good, but she thought it odd that she would eat better as a slave than any other point in her life. It was sad.
Before she could return to the kitchen to put an order in, the transparent figure of a woman appeared. Seeing as Black was ignoring her, she thought it might be for the best if she did as well. However before she could continue her quest to get food the woman spoke to her. And she didn’t have anything to say that Lyric wanted to hear. It was just a bunch of cryptic nonsense, albeit ominous and rather irritating, she already knew they were scheming something so it didn’t offer anything new to her. All that managed to do was put her in an even more sour mood The dark-eyed woman could not stand being told what to do like that, so there was no way she could order the chicken now. She would have to go for her second choice of baked trout. It was a damn shame. The only consolation was that it seemed to bother Marcus just as much as her, as he grumbled loudly as soon as she left. Finding it infinitely amusing, she laughed under her breath as she switched to the other room to eat.
Lyric ate deliberately slow and even after she finished she lollygagged not really wanting to find something else to do. Poking around on the second floor sounded entertaining, but there was no telling if that would land her in hot water. And so she just sat around. Honestly, she had thought there would have been a lot more being ordered around as a slave. It probably had to do with whatever the hologram woman was talking about. There was more to this than simple servitude, which meant she might be able to get away with more than she originally thought.
After spending her fair share of time dwelling on her circumstances, she was tired of being the only one who was tremendously uncomfortable. And so, she decided to have a little fun. Returning to the living area she moved in closer to Marcus. Not enough that were touching or anything ridiculous like that but close enough to be considered hovering. The woman had little interest in his paperwork, but she hoped the constant presence over his shoulder might irk him. Sure if was petty, but she was going to retaliate while she still could.
While Lyric wasn’t a particularly impatient person, the lack of a reaction after she had been standing there for some time was disappointing. She moved on to pacing, and even whistling, but he was more resilient than she expected. That or he had to world’s best poker face. Eventually she gave in. Dejected, she turned on her heel and flopped herself on the empty couch.
The cushion was unnaturally soft. It was a level of comfort she was not accustomed to. This mixed with her boredom causing her to fidget around. The squirming turned into full blown maneuvering until she was situated with her back against the seat of the couch and legs straight up against the backrest. She contended herself finding patterns in the groves of the ceiling.
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