SKY: Weapon of Tyranny
This is a continued story from my Quizilla account, just for the record
"Ah, so you're awake finally."
I opened my eyes, looking around the room I was in. There were many blinking lights, and a man was standing in front of me. I pressed my fingers against the glass gently, my hair forming a black carpet in front of my eyes. The man walked up and, through my hair, I could see him press his fingers against mine, even though the glass separated us. I pressed my fingers harder against the glass until it cracked. The man smiled, stroking the glass in an effort to calm me. Then he walked over to a machine besides the capsule, typing in letters and pressing buttons. Then the water started to go away slowly. The capsule opened hesitantly since I had cracked it at its opening point. Then I stepped out on wobbly legs, falling forward into the arms of the man I had seen. He parted the hair in front of my eyes as I blushed, turning away. I was ashamed of my nakedness.
"My name is Solomon, Sky." He stroked my hair. "Say Solomon."
"Solomon."
"Good. It seems that experimentation has not messed with your intelligence."
I nodded, although I did not understand. Solomon picked me up like a bride and walked upstairs into a pristine white room. There was a white dresser with a beautiful mirror on it. I sat in front of it as Solomon clapped. Another blonde man came in, grabbing my hair with a smile dancing on his face and in his eyes.
"Nathan, see to it that Sky is properly trimmed and dressed to meet with Diva. I'll be back to pick her up shortly."
"Yes, Solomon!"
As soon as Solomon left, Nathan started to play with my hair. He ran his hands through it and braids it into one knee long braid. Then he took barber's sheers and cut it so that it tickled the top of my neck. I gasped, watching the braid fall and land with a thud. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I refused to look in the mirror. Nathan ran his fingers through my short hair and I slowly opened my eyes. I ran my fingers over the bangs and through the thickness. I liked it. I blushed and slammed my right arm over my chest and my left hand over my womanhood. My whole body tinted pink; I was naked and mortified. Nathan smiled and picked out clothes from the closet. They were the clothes of a gothic Lolita (Check the info page if you don't know which clothes I'm talking about), and I liked them very much. I smiled and hugged Nathan.
"I'm glad you like them, Sky! Let's get you back to Solomon!"
"Master…Solomon?" I asked.
"Master? When did that little pet name come about? I can't wait 'til Solomon hears this!" Nathan said in a sing song voice.
Blushing, I watched as Nathan took up my wrist and dragged me along. We walked up a flight of stairs, reaching a split of two hallways. Nathan walked to the right as I followed. We stopped at a white door as Nathan burst in, smiling widely. I saw Solomon, a brown haired man, and an African American man drinking tea, sitting on sofas with plush red cushions. I blushed and ran over to Solomon, smiling, sitting next to him and laying my head on his shoulder. Nathan cooed, twirling his blonde hair around his finger.
"Oh, somebody likes you, Master Solomon." Nathan laughed and sat besides the African American man, grabbing a cup of tea and sipping it.
"Master?" Solomon looked down at me as I blushed and grabbed the teapot, pouring more tea in his cup.
"Why is she…?"
"James, isn't it obvious?" Nathan said, flipping his hand around. "Who spent the most time with her? Solomon. Who released her from the capsule? Solomon. Who's the most attractive here? Me."
I giggled at Nathan's joke as he laughed. "And she has a sense of humor, too!"
Solomon sipped his tea as I held the silver teapot in my lap. Solomon held out his cup in front of me as my arms went up automatically and poured him more. He muttered a token of thanks and sipped again. I watched my master, blushing and smiling. My heart was dancing, my stomach housing a brood of butterflies. Solomon put his cup down as I looked at him briefly. Then I took up the cup in my hands and placed my lips on the rim where Solomon's lips had been. Solomon gathered my shoulder as he and the brown haired man started to leave with me in tow.
"Bye-bye, my gothic Lolita!" Nathan said. I turned back and waved, leaving with Solomon and the other man.
"Solomon, Amshel. Is this her? Sky?"
I gasped, looking at a girl with long black hair, a lithe figure, and blue eyes that harbored a dangerous kind of darkness, one that made her seem childish a bit, innocent even. She sat up from her prone position on her lounging chair, walking over to me. She grabbed my shoulders and rubbed them as I blushed, turning away.
"She's pretty, Solomon." I blushed darker and backed into Solomon, hiding my heated face in his chest. "Shy, too."
I blushed darker than before. If that was even possible. Solomon led me out of the room as Amshel stayed inside the room with Diva.