The flashlight was, of course, dead. The lightbulb could have fried or the battery could have been drained, either way it illuminate absolutely bupkis, which is to say it had become nothing more than a decently heavy sturdy weapon in the case one of the bats, twittering and squeaking in the darkness overhead decided to attack or more unlikely, but more terrifyingly turned into a vampire and attempt to suck my blood. With the dark clawing at my clothes, and shoving it’s way down my throat the creatures of the night were beginning to feel more and more real and less and less like some sort of crazy fantasy.
My voice rasped as I called out for the seventeenth time, yes I was keeping count their was little else to do and gave my mind something to focus on. It was just my fucking luck that I would get lost. There was something about being lost, that sucked all the confidence out of your body and reduced you to a five year old, wandering the halls of the grocery store screaming for your mother. Small, fragile, and very alone, everything was an obstacle, an enemy keeping you from you beloved companions. My foot squelched and I really should have realized, as soon as I shifted my weight, my foot slipped, my ankle rolling, and all my hundred twenty pounds slammed into the cold damp cave floor.
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Odette stroked the tiny unassuming heart inked on her inner wrist trying to gain reassurance from it, confidence would have been preferable. There was something so nerve wracking about meeting a new potential, if her evaluation was well received she would find herself manipulating lives. Though she could not deny the joy when a true loving couple found each other.
Flint stood before her, thumb reaching over to crack a knuckle, the only sign at all that he felt her same apprehensions. Their job was nerve wracking, and took a great deal of finesse but she found it was well worth it.
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The man, one Mister Lyon Caswell, looked as if he had one foot in the grave. With skin so paper thin you could see the veins beneath it, a dark contrast of blue to pale white. His eyes were no better, glassy orbs of nearly colorless existence, marred only by the dark pupil. His body was spindly and long, appearing stretched, as if he had suffered some great medieval torture. The expanse of his shoulders was practically touching his ears, and he was hunched, his back burdened with a massive weight.
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“I’ll never forget…” she murmured, eyes glazed over as she stared ahead. “You can’t make me forget.” Hands tied her down, rough and unwavering, moving with bleak efficiency. The straps cut into her wrists, bound her torso, her feet, cut into the soft skin of her checks, the bright florescent light was imprinted upon her retinas.
She captured the memory in her mind, the tilted of her jaw, the long locks of her hair, the warm crystal blue of her eyes, the gentle touch of her hand. She wrapped those memories around her like a blanket, keeping herself warm, in the stark metallic room, with the impressions of the women who had raised her, had shaped and moulded her.
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The man looked as if he had one foot in the grave. With skin so paper thin you could see the veins spidering beneath it, a dark contrast of blue to pale white. His eyes were no better glassy orbs of nearly colorless existence, marred only by the dark pupil. His body was spindly and long, appearing stretched, as if he had suffered some great mediaeval torture. The expanse of his shoulders was practically touching his ears, and he was hunched, his back burdened with a massive weight.
Such an appearance was hardly conducive of setting people at ease, and he wandered a lonely path, his friends few and far between. Those who could look beyond his peculiarities were often as outcast as he. The people who held his trust could be counted on the four fingers of his left hand.
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“Despite Mrs. Weldon’s wishes, I cannot in good conscience grant you custody. There is no precedent for this. I am sorry.” The voice wavered with the knowledge of the ramifications of her decision.
“Computer, log repair to section 424-E as completed.” The computer chirped a confirmation. With a stained hand, Gar shoved his goggles onto his forehead, the strands of his hair tangled and bent beneath the straps at odd angles, the layers of magnification lenses reflecting the glow of the port-lights. Steam hissed through the air, as the steel door locked behind him.
“Decontamination process commencing.” Liquid chemicals heated into a thick steam, choking the air of the chamber. Ten seconds later, a machine began humming loudly, the thick clouds of chemicals, whispering down ventilation shafts. “Decontamination complete. Please, step from the chamber.”
“Thanks, Computer. See you tomorrow.”
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“So, Vanessa is in love with Jeffery, but married Thomas to get revenge on Jeffery for drunkenly kissing Sara, and now she is cheating on Thomas, who has been nothing but good to her, with Frank, because she is sexually frustrated.”
“That about sums it up.”
“Human emotions remain outside of my ability to comprehend.”
Olivia laughed, tucking her legs under herself, wiggling to get more comfortable on the sofa. “Don’t worry, soap operas aren’t exactly the most realistic representation of emotions.”
“Then why watch it?”
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Olivia slid her key into it’s lock, blinking rapidly, brain struggling to process exactly what was happening. She could feel M.A.L.C.O.L.M’s presence behind her, ever nerve ending on fire, overly aware of him.
After an embarrassingly long time of struggling with her door, it finally swung open and she stumbled in. Her eyes were glued to M.A.L.C.O.L.M as he slowly walked into her apartment, eyes roaming over everything as if he was cataloging it away, filing the information somewhere safe, as it it were special. She bent down, slipping one foot free of her heel, and then the other. We she straightened she nearly fell on her ass, M.A.L.C.O.L.M’s watching her intently as if mesmerized by her ordinary display.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, “Well…uh make yourself at home, I am going to change into my work out clothes, I’ll be out in a minute and then we can go.”
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Her fear of the unknown was overwhelming.
The pressure of her bare feet against the rocks, sent pebbles clattering down the cliff face. Each plunked into the water, disappearing between the churning waves, consumed by the immense presence of the ocean. Swallowed, devoured, forever out of her reach.
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She pursed her lips, eye narrowing, head tilting, staring intently at the objet of her fixation.
“Olivia? What are you doing?”
Her eyes flickered briefly in the direction of the interruption and she spotted Millie one of the sales reps. Millie was peering at her curiously, large doe eyes wide and open, her hair was tied up in it’s usually pony tail. Her legs clad in a pair of grey high waisted flare pants, and she wore a white blouse with a similar grey vest over the top, button tightly, accenting her narrow waist.
Olivia’s attention immediately returned to it’s previous target. Millie followed Olivia’s line of sight, and spotted the subject of her spying.
“Ooh the new employee, he’s cute.” she said, giving Olivia and knowing look paired with an eyebrow waggle. “I though you had a boyfriend?”
“Were just dating,” Olivia had to restrain herself from smacking her forehead, hard. Way to be overly eager to clarify. “And besides that’s not it…”
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