A/N: This chapter should make up for the sucky last chapter. I really like Dolly as a character and want to give her a chance to spread her wings. PS; Bonus Points for whoever can figure out where her name and all her nicknames come from! :D Enjoy! -Kaylee
After cautiously unlocking and entering the door to the holding cell, the little intern gazed at his charge in awed shock.
The unusual girl's face was small, a somewhat round heart-shape, upon which rested a small pug nose and two mauve rosebuds hiding behind an even pinker bubble of gum. Her thick raven hair was pulled into a ponytail with braids on either side of her head. On down past her slightly pointed chin was a slender neck. The rest of her body was slightly muscular and slender, a remainder of her prominent background in gymnastics. Her skin was a warm almond color, the only warm thing about her besides her orange jumpsuit upon which was emblazoned "OWCA Detainee Number 5247". Of all of these, however, the only real outstanding features of her were her eyes.
They were slate-gray, shield-gray, revealing nothing about her. It was if, in her mind, she knew that they were the windows to her soul and she had found some way to unfurl the blinds and keep herself hidden. And yet, when he looked slightly closer, he saw a faint glimmer behind those tiny funeral stones. It was an expression of confusion, fear and, perhaps, even...pain.
In other words; beautiful. "Good God!", Carl thought, aware of a bright red blush creeping up on his face. "Why did it have to be a girl? And why did she have to be pretty?"
Dolly stared at him with utter indifference, speaking in a bored voice that smacked of Dominique Swain. "What do you want?" She lazily popped her bubblegum.
He grinned shyly. "M-Major Monogram s-sent me to talk to you. Since you don't seem to like adults."
Pop. Chew. Pop. "I don't like dweeby little insects, either!", she said coolly, with a sting in her voice.
Carl frowned, staring down at his feet. Her words stung, although he wouldn't say anything to her.
The sharp-eyed girl was about to move in for the kill when an idea suddenly struck her, like a baseball at a window. "Wait a minute", Dolly thought, biting her rosy lip. "If I play it JUST right, I bet I can bust out of here!"
Dolores tossed her head to the side, Dominique Swain-like voice softening to a coo. "I-I'm sorry...That was mean, wasn't it? I didn't mean to be so rude."
Carl glanced up at her. (Literally "up", for young Dolores was an easy head taller than he.) "What?"
She smiled, her shield eyes lightening up, bending to her will to become inviting. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you, I mean, you're obviously just trying to help your boss." Carl felt it prudent not to mention the autographed books to her. She batted her eyes. "I'm Dolores, by the way, but I go by Dolly, and sometimes Lola or Lolita. What's YOUR name?", she asked.
Carl gulped. "M-My name is...I'm, uh...MAJOR MONOGRAM, WHAT'S MY NAME AGAIN?", he yelled hoarsely.
Dolly giggled insipidly, hating herself for every second of this charade. "Your name tag says Carl. Spiffy name." "UGH!", she thought, "Did I actually JUST SAY "spiffy"?"
Carl gulped nervously. Dolly continued, grinning, "Could you, maybe, help me with something honey? I seem to have a hangnail, and it's really bothering me, but I can't get to it myself." She purred out the next words. "Would you look at my hands and see if you can pull it off?"
The intern was about to oblige when he remembered Monogram's words of warning about the treacherous little vixen. "M-Major Monogram told me not to fall for any of your tricks!", he declared nervously.
Dolly stared down at him, apparently hurt. "It wasn't a trick, you know! It's really uncomfortable and bothering me." She pouted. "Ever since I got here, nobody's cared about me or told me anything. They want me to spill the beans about my boss and then they'll send me to some little white-walled boarding school or detention center."
Carl's gaze grew sympathetic poor Dolly; all she wanted was someone to help her out, in a very little way. It couldn't hurt him...could it? "Fine. I'll get your hangnail. But no tricks, alright?"
Dolly smiled at him, batting her eyes and absolutely oozing appreciation. "Oh! Thank you, Carl!" Inside her head, she was cackling maniacally. This was TOO perfect! Everything that Adam had taught her about magic would soon pay off.
He went behind her marred little chair and stooped to the ground, inspecting her long, red-painted nails, and seeing no hangnail. "Dolly? I'm not seeing anything, are you sure that-"
CLICK.
The tiny, almost inaudible noise was deafening to Carl as he looked down at his own hands, now cuffed together as Dolores Robertson flexed her red wrists. "I can't believe you fell for that!", Lolita howled, voice full of cruel mirth. She frisked his front pockets before yanking out what she sought; the taser that Old Monobrow had given to the little twerp. She had finely tuned hearing and had soaked up every bit of that conversation.
"Hey!", called out Carl, in a type of delayed reaction. Dolly yanked him from sitting position and pressed his back against her chest in a restraint position, aiming the now amped-up taser at the intern's neck. If he hadn't have been in fear of his life, he would have enjoyed the physical contact.
Dolly kicked open the door of the vile little holding cell, taking out all of her fury on the thing that separated her from freedom. Major Monogram stood before them, frozen in fear. "GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY! CARL!"
"Major Monogram, help!", the teen yelped, fearful of what was to come.
"Shut up!", Dolly snapped, taser trained on the boy's neck. "I turned the voltage up high enough to turn his little brain to mush, and I will, if you get any closer!" She sounded like a wounded animal, angry and scared. "Just let me by and the twerp gets to live, got it?"
Monogram slowly stepped back, holding a hand behind him so he could press the alarm when he got close enough to his desk. WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! The alarm went off, although only one or two guards showed up to try and detain the little brat. "Darn it! Why did I have to send all of the field agents to that leadership seminar!", the Major sobbed. "Hold on, Carl!"
Dolly clamped tightly on the cuffs that bound his hands as she tased each and every human being that came her way, truly showing a fight that Carl had never seen. Running, she dragged the unfortunate adolescent through the base before finding what she sought. "Bingo!" Victoriously Dolly wielded the plastic bag containing the items that had been taken from her when she was detained, including a set of keys to a vehicle that was, as of now, in the next room, the laboratory, where they anazlyzed the bigger things that had been taken from Regurgitator's previous lair.
"Buckle up, squirt! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!" Dolly threw Carl into the passenger seat of a human sized hovercar and floored it as soon as she had the key in the ignition.
At last, the sounds of splintering wood and drywall filled the air and the bright December sunlight filled the azure sky as well as the car. "Whoo-hoo! We HAVE lift-off!"
Through Dolly's joyous words, a dark, grim realization came to Carl; he was sitting next to an escaped criminal. He was sitting in a vehicle stolen from OWCA labs. Not only that, but he was handcuffed, kidnapped and headed for certain disaster with an emotionally unstable-albeit very pretty-supervillain-in-training.
With that, Carl Karl fainted.