This world is plagued with mysteries. I worked to search the truth and now I know that I must know the truth! This city has many links to the past and I am willing to find any possible way to learn about the forgotten past, even it means to awaken the true God of this world.
----No Side----
Dorothy began sweeping the staircase as Roger slept soundly. The clock ticked 12:00 and the bells echoed softly through the mansion. Dorothy set the broom aside and approached the piano.
Like all mornings, she played her favorite piece and the obnoxiousness of the keys would soon wake Roger; biding him a good morning.
He grunted. Rolling over in his sheets he gritted his teeth and put the pillow over his head. But he sighed inwardly and felt her antics this morning (like all the rest) would prevail. He slowly crept out of bed.
"R. DOROTHY WYNRIEGHT!"
She let no smile or smirk grace her face. She didn't let her eyes look away from the piece and as he stood there, leaning against the stair well railing he folded his arms. His hair a black mess ruffled out of place as he stomped toward her.
"Good Morning Roger."
"Dorothy," He began calmly. He brushed his fingers through his hair and bit his lip slightly.
"Do you enjoy patronizing me in the morning?"
She didn't answer.
He sighed and rubbed his temples.
"You know it'd be nice for a change to get some sleep around here. I have work"—
"I know. You also have a client waiting patiently downstairs." She interrupted.
"What!"
"You're very lazy." Her monotone voice ticked slightly.
Roger hurried into his room and slammed the door.
She still played.
"So you're trying to tell me that your servant was kidnapped?" Roger concluded. He made a comical gesture and smirked.
"Yes."
"Don't you suppose he ran out on you?"
"No."
"Why not? All of us like a little freedom." Roger leaned back on the sofa and folded his arms behind his head.
"What does it mean to be free Roger Smith?" The woman asked. Her eyes were brilliant blue but her face was cloaked in shadow.
"Well"— She cut him off.
"I'm thoroughly convinced he was kidnapped. He was very valuable you know."
"Really? An Android. How so?"
"He was made to operate before the cataclysm. He remembers that day…" The woman said dryly.
Roger fell silent. He looked the woman over and observed her black coat. The hood cast a shadow over her face. He saw her eyes flicker in distress.
"And what relation do you share with"—
"He was my playmate when I was young."
"How do you remember that?"
"I don't know, but besides that I know he saved me when the cataclysm began."
Silence. He watched her eyes grow pale and water.
"I don't remember after that."
Roger felt himself grow nervous. He put his hand on top of hers that settled in her lap.
"I'm sorry."
She nodded.
"So he contains both his and your memories?"
"Yes."
"Do you know of anyone who might want him?"
She shook her head.
"May I ask why you where the coat?"
She did not answer.
Roger grimaced slightly and stood. She stood as well. He watched her eyes and noticed that he had never seen so much color before.
"I'll do my best to find"—
"His name is Jude."
"Jude?" Roger said to himself.
"Well I'll do my very best to find him Mrs….?"
"Julia. Julia McCartney."
Roger held his hand out and shook hers.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Smith."
"My pleasure ma'm."
"Do you believe he was kidnapped?" Dorothy asked. She didn't turn her head instead she stared at the sky. The wind blew through her hair and her eyes remained motionless; set to one point. Roger watched her for a moment before sighing.
"I want to believe her. But…"
"So you think it's a lie?"
"No-Well…I don't know, I can't tell. She was different"—
"Her eyes still held color." Dorothy said bluntly; her voice monotone.
"Yes." Roger shoved his hand into his pockets and adjusted his suspenders.
"She could still remember that day?"
Roger nodded in disbelief.
"I too contain memories but they're unattainable."
"I think since she lost her android she feels alone. She must've been clinging to Jude."
"Jude?"
"That's his name."
Dorothy said nothing. She titled her gaze and looked at Roger. He smirked and watched her stand.
"Why do you suppose she was clinging?"
"Because that was the only way to remember her past."
"You humans are feeble."
Roger raised a brow. He scowled slightly and looked up. She was standing and facing the clouds.
"How do you mean?"
"Your tangible to things that is inaccessible."
"Memories are coexistent for us. So are emotions."
"You don't display affection Roger Smith."
Dumbfounded, Roger scoffed. He folded his arms and sighed loudly.
"I don't quiet know how to say how I feel…that's all" He scolded lightly.
"You sure know how to show your anger."
"Your impossible Dorothy." He heckled
"Roger?" She asked as she turned facing him.
"Yes?" He mocked.
"You're a louse."
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xoxo -J