( WOW it's been a little while. School kind of dominated my life for a little bit there. But now I finally have time to catch up on a few things! I want to say that the end to this four-parter is also the first part of a two-part-er. Hah. So convoluted. We'll find out what became of the officers later. I promise! )
Amber eyes fluttered open. The room was dark. That Gypsy surmised that it was still snowing outside.
It had been a few months since any excitement befell on the DeLarge home. It was colder now , and Gypsy's classes were over for a semester. That Alex thought it was a dobby idea to have his Gypsy take a break from school for a while. He thought she had been through enough already. With the stress of becoming something greater and all.
That Gypsy slid out of bed and looked to the empty space next to her. He was gone. She wondered where. He had been given sometime off he had saved up. She figured he was out in the living-room , enjoying his morning news and some coffee. Like every morning.
Our Gypsy slipped the satin yellow nightgown off of herself and proceeded to change. She carried the shiny frock and noticed how it fanned as she walked. She smiled at this peculiar thing. She stood infront of the mirror-wall in the bedroom and spun around like she where a lady at a Victorian ball of some sort.
She closed her eyes , and as if a wish had been granted , she was there.
Lady Gypsy was dressed head to toe in Victorian fashion. She had a white flower in her cropped tresses , and a yellow ball-gown draped about her slight form. She clicked her brass colored heels across the brown marble floor , which bared her reflection as she moved. She noted the music playing..It was If True Love Reigned by King Henry VIII. She was enjoying the tunes until a shrill of male laughter broke her pleasure.
She wandered over to the cause of the disturbance and found a rabble of men talking. They were centered around a shorter-man.
He had white trousers and a sliver colored , shiny , waist jacket. His shoes were black , and his curly , flaxen locks were pulled back with a sliver ribbon. She then noted that her gown had now become a slivery color.
The shorter gentleman delighted the men around him by imitating hunting some sort of creature , using his cane as a gun. When the end of the cane crished against the floor , the rest of the world was gone. It was only her and this shorter man.
He proceeded to turn around and with a double lashed eye , he winked at her.
It was that Alex.
That was when our Gypsy woke up.
That Alex was stareing down at her.
She rubbed an eye and sat up. A chill came across her and she realized she was nude. And she remembered the previous night. It was another evening she had given herself to him. She wasnt as sore as she usually would be , but it did hurt to move.
"..Good Morning, Alex "
" Good Morning ,Morning,Morning Little Sister"
"...Is it still snowing?.."
" Yes , I don't believe it's stopped. Makes it hard for a malchick to have any sladky nochy's."
"...It reminds me of home."
"..Hm?.."
"..The day that ...The Billy-Incident happened. It snowed. I remember because the shop room didn't have a heater, and.."
She shuddered. She was met with gentle kissing on her neck by the male.
"...He's not orange-enough for you , Darling..forget him...forget that jeezney you had..before you came 'ere.."
Those words were strangely comforting..but when he talked in this tone it made the world right..
"...Alex...I don't have to go outside..today do I?.."
" No , Little Sister..you'll stay right here with Uncle Alex today...tomorrow...and every day after.."
He kissed her forehead. If she saw the look in his eyes , that look of utter obsession and determination to break her, it would have terrified her.
He brought her head upward so that his lips could meet hers. He eased her back and moved himself over her.
He'd stay this was with her until early afternoon.
" Yes , I have..information...On Officer DeLarge.."
"...He's...He's holding someone against their will.."
"...It's a girl..she's..young..and beautiful.."
"...He's raped her too..."
"...I'd like to remain anony, please.."
Pete hung up the phone and weeped loudly into his pillow.
After much pillow talk-therapy and chasing around the bedroom draped in sheets :
That Gypsy and That Alex , made up their room and ventured out into the rest of the house to start their day.
" Alex , did you know that The crown prince is getting married?.."
The femme asked while chopping up some onions for tonight's supper.
The male responded from the nearby living-room , reading his paper.
" I did. 'S bout time that bloke settled down like the rest of us. Honestly , stringing that poor devoctchka around for 8 years. It's just plain gloopy it is."
The girl chuckled and then noticed , an odd occurance on the kichen table. It was a wine bottle , but it was filled with something that was clearly not wine. It was white. Could it be a new tea?..or some sort of cream for the sauce tonight?..No , the bottle was accompanied with two long narrow glasses.
"..Alex..there's a bottle on the table and two glasses. Are they yours?.."
He smiled an unseen smirk. The busts on the shelf were laughing in his head.
" Yes. I thought it would be a nice little deety-treaty for us tonight. It's something I used to drink in my school-boy days...and nights. ..Did you ever go to the Korova Milk-Bar? "
" I heard a great-deal of it , but I was praticeing after school and I never wanted to venture out at night..I thought it was too dangerous. "
He chuckled. Oh yes it was. How right she was. She had such wisdom for someone so young. He loved finding out little nuggets about her.
" It'll stay with you."
She chuckled. How strange he was. She had been here for half a year , and she was still puzzled by him. She didn't even feel like a prisoner anymore.
That was what That Alex wanted. He wanted to condition and to puppet-string her. This would take sometime and much experimentation.
Alas..Good things come to those who wait..
Poor Pete was scribbling words on his bedroom wall with a green crayon. The sights that he was forced to watch were starting to take their toll on his psyche.
" Bratty "
" Dama "
" Pan-Handle"
" In-out , In-out"
" Lubby-Lubb"
" Gypsy "
" Alex"
" Pete"
" Nothing"
He had nothing , and was nothing. His girlfriend had left him , because of his strange behavior.
His blood-shot eyes drifted towards a post-card that someone slipped under his door, as if he didn't live in a house , but that room itself. He had lived that way for three weeks now , and he acted as if this were reality.
The card read
" Brother , Lets make things square. You and me. First Hour .Winner keeps Little Sister. - A "
Pete flung himself on his wall , as if he wanted some kind of answer from it.
"..This..is it a trap?...Will he dangle her in-front of me? ..Will he...just leave me there alone to die?..Will we all exist together...as a whole..happy?..Tell me what to do!"
He patted his face with a fierce tone and slipped the white suit of his youth onto his body. A black newsboy cap that still fitted him was placed on his head. And a club would stay positioned on his belt. Green paint would be applied to his face and he sat , waiting for the first hour of tomorrow to draw near.
Tick-Tock...Tick-Tock..
Dinner was eaten and put away , That Gypsy was in the middle of washing the night's dishes.
Alex poured two glasses of Velocets and tapped his cane against the floor. She dropped everything and came to him. As if she were programmed to do so.
"..Lets have a cheer."
"..What are we cheering to, Alex?"
He smiled , so sinister and coldly..
"...To completion..and new beginnings..for the both of us."
She smiled and nodded. She did feel like a new chapter of her life was starting...maybe he felt that way too.
She should have known better to not swallow the milk , but months of conditioning had snatched that common sense from her.
Like the berries of summer , being picked from their trees.
The glasses clinked and down the hatch the milk went. Gypsy dropped the plastic glass and it thudded against the tile flooring. She fell to her knees and tried to keep from falling off of the ground. She saw so many colors and waves. She felt..so..awake and aware of the world around her. Her eyes darted around to look for Alex and she couldn't find him. She cried out.
"..Alex..somethings wrong...Alex..where are you?.."
Oh that needy tone in her voice delighted him , but he would have to restrain himself. Tonight was not for that kind of pleasure. It was something much greater.
She heard from the back of her , his voice , and she turned her head around , painfully slow to gaze at him.
He was standing like a godly figure. His eye aglow with the drug-laced milk. He had his cane draped across his shoulders.
" It's quite a kick the first few seconds , is it not? "...
She only groaned in response. She saw he was dressed in ..a white suit. With a black hat upon his head , and black boots. He handed her a bundle of white as well. She simply just stared at it for what was hours. Like something grand was just placed in front of her.
She finally could see clear enough to stand. She looked at the white clothing and she undressed herself , and slipped it felt like she was supposed to do this , like it was her destiny to put this on. The suspenders would snap , and the white turtle neck sweater underneath it felt so snugly , especially in her intoxicated state. She felt someone place a slouchy knit wool cap on her head. a few of her corn-flower strands drapped into her eyes. Skinny-legged white trousers made their way over to a pair of heeled boots and a crow bar was placed in her hand.
" Little Gypsy...are you ready..for a bit of the old...Ultra-Violence?.."
"...Right , Right. Bratty."
Her amber eyes were swirled , but menacing.
She was a prototype.
Tonight , she was nothing, nothing but his clockwork.
