Is it weird that I'm up at 2:48 in the morning (that's 2:48 for people who have a 24 hour clock) watching America's Most Wanted: Sex Trafficking (for the second time), drinking Pepsi after two and a half days out sick and no voice, (which everyone I know thinks is just hilarious that I have no voice. They are all going to lose their voice for laughing at me for losing my voice) I don't think it's weird. Well, maybe, slightly.
Disclaimer: Are you fricking serious?
"What's your name?" Lucy asked kindly as she led the girl up the stairs. The room they entered would have been bright, had it been day. The walls were green, a color that would have been calm and comforting, but there was none of that now.
"Why should I tell you?" she asked, voice thick with suppressed tears.
"Because, it's important." Lucy said simply.
"Why?" the girl asked, looking at Lucy.
"Because it is." She insisted. A nagging feeling came in the girl's head.
"Why?" she asked again, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Because it is important, and you, are special." The Master said, standing in the doorway. The girl spun around when she saw the absolutely adoring face that Lucy had on.
"Why is it so important?" She asked, almost whining. The Master took a step forward and she took a step back. This continued, as Lucy watched form the door until the girl was against the wall and the Master was standing menacingly over her.
"Because I want to know!" he whispered threatingly, gripping her wrist.
"Lily." The girl gasped, it felt like all the air in her lungs had left and a pain seared in her wrist. "Lily Taylor." The Master let go and stepped back
"Well, then Lily." He said turning in a 360 on his ankle. "I need your help. Oh don't say that very often. I wouldn't get used to that if I were you." Lily glared at him from her position on the floor, hold her wrist to her chest gingerly.
"What do you want me to do, for you?" she spat. The Master chuckled.
"I just need you to be special." He told her.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!" She yelled at him, standing up.
The Master kept his voice calm and controlled, but there was emotion seeping through and Lily could taste it. He crossed over to her again, but instead of grabbing her wrist and shoving her against the wall, he merely did what he had done earlier that night. She felt his fingertips brush against her temples and she gasped. The nagging she had felt earlier was there again. Louder than before, almost as if it was consuming her own consciousness. Drums beating a rhythm of four could be heard, loud and pounding. She thought they could all hear it as it became painfully loud, Lucy and MacDonald didn't even blink and the Master had a mad look in his eye as she pulled her head back.
"Oh you are perfect!" He said gleefully.
"So, what you're goin' to kill me now?" Lily asked him, careful to not let her voice betray her, to express the fear she had. Something was telling her no good could come. Something was telling her to run.
The Master's grin faded. "Why would I do that?"
Lily shrugged. "That cad driver, you said he was special, but then you had MacDonald kill him." If the Master could have been surprised, this would have been the time.
"I said he was observant. That's not special. There's a difference." He clarified, watching Lily with renewed interest.
"Right, and you had him" She pointed at MacDonald. "Kill him, so why not me?" She asked him, challenging him almost. The Master narrowed his eyes.
"Were you listening in?" he asked suspiciously.
"No." She stuttered, looking at MacDonald. He shrugged.
"How did you know that then?" He asked again. Anger coated his voice, but it was more. It was rage…and delight.
"I- I don't know." She shivered. Something wasn't right. Her head was pounding, the little voice people talk about, telling her to run, but something else kept her rooted to the spot. Something in her head told her what he was up to, but it was too much for her to understand. The complicated math and science mad no sense to her. The Master was even more intrigued by the oddity he had found.
"MacDougal." He commanded. "Take her down the hall, third door on the left."
"His name's David. David MacDonald. Not MacDougal. At least get the name of your executioner right." She snapped. MacDonald led her out, after hand-cuffing her hands behind her back. The Master opened the door he had described, Macdonald un-cuffed her and the Master shoved her inside. The room was dark except for a spotlight in the center, the light shone on a surgical table that was almost in an up-right position. A sort of helmet hung from the ceiling, Lily gaped at it.
"Tomorrow Lily Taylor. Tomorrow." He said wistfully. "Night, night." He turned off the light and locked the door. Lily put her back against the wall and slid down to where she was sitting. A little light came through the crack at the bottom of the door. She could her voices and footsteps, but she was too busy trying not to cry that she didn't bother to pay attention to what was happening. She almost didn't notice the slip of the paper shoved under the crack. Lily picked it up and held it to the small amount of light to read what it said, she almost laughed when she finished, as if it mattered.
'I'm sorry, so very sorry.' It said. Then the light in the hall went out as well.
My whole intro thing was from about two weeks ago. Sorry, bout that. I have finals today and tomorrow. Thank God I got the hard ones done today. Hope you enjoyed it. Why I'm I saying that? Course you enjoyed it, you wonderful person you!
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