Chapter Four
A Reason for a Rebound
Eureka looked at the plate of food in front of her, and gave Renton a painful smile. "Thank you...it looks very good.",she lied. The truth was...she didn't like Rentons cooking at all. Linck bound up behind Eureka with another one of his odd misshapen pictures. "It's very nice Linck...thank you." The truth was, Eureka didn't care anything for the child's artwork at all, and never had. The Truth was...Eureka had rebounded for all the wrong reasons. She was Smiling for all the wrong reasons. She had gotten out of the infirmiry bed with the Waxy Sheets for all the wrong reasons. Eureka was still full of hatred. She was still full of sadness and paranoia. She was still frightened and felt terribly vulnerable to the world 90 percent of the time. No. She hadn't changed. Not much in the line of recovery anyway. It could be said that she was not enjoying Renton and the childrens company, that was very probable. It was also probable that Eureka didn't enjoy anyones company. But if either of these were true, then why was Eureka sitting here with them? Out of her bed? Out of her solitude? Out of her safety bubble? The Truth was...Eureka was doing it for the wrong reasons...just like everything else. No matter how much hatred that filled her she could never deny Renton and the children a place in her heart that wasn't blackened by hate. Eureka gave Renton and the children another painful smile as they all attempted to entertain her. The Truth...such a tacky thing it was...and how very sad it made her feel to be alive at that moment.
It had been three days since they'd left Del Cielo, and Holland had been spending a lot of time in the hangar with Jobs. Holland had no intention of telling anyone just what he planned to do with what he was creating down there. Not even Jobs...the one who was helping him in the first place. Holland smiled a slightly sadistic smile. Three days away. The destination ahead of him that lay only three days away had literally cemented that smile onto his face. In three days the Gekko would reach the North Shore. In three days Hollands make-shift weopans would all be deadly sharp...in three days...in three days Deweys blood would be all over his hands and he'd be presenting his prize to the long suffering Eureka. He had planned it all out. He'd wait until nightfall. Sneak into Deweys chamber and watch him sleep a bit...let him get that last wiff of those musty smelling sheets of his before his bloody undoing. That disgusting bastard.He deserved everything that was coming his way for what he'd done to her and then some. Holland chuckled to himself as his welded together axe was driven through the sharpener once again. Oh how the mighty would fall.
Talho Yuuki peered dismally down into the hangar at Holland. He'd gone crazy. Crazy for the revenge that wasn't really his place to take. She could understand it though. Holland, only a few years ago had had the world put on his shoulders by a Vodarek priest. Namely, Master Norb, and after that it had been as if Holland had become a new man. Maybe the saying was true afterall. Maybe a little responsibility really did bring out the best in men. But Talhoe, a while back ago had started to notice something else in Holland...maybe something that his responsibility had steered in the wrong direction. She sighed, and turned away from the hangar emersing herself in the dim light of the hallway. Atleast he was smiling and laughing...no matter how crazy and sadistical it might have been. Holland...just like pale, fragile, little Eureka, had his reason for a rebound too.
((A/N: I'm so sorry everyone. I've just had a bad case of writers block, and they've been unloading on us at school lately. Here's the much anticipated Chapter Four. Listen to System of a Downs "Aerials" to get the feel for this chapter. Thanks to all readers! Please review!))