A/N: I'm sorry for delay in updating. I have been rewriting another story of mine for school and writing/updating is going on between school and rewriting a book for my creative writing class. I do hope that I can update once I finish more of the rewriting of the story. So, enjoy chapter eight!
Hanami looked up from her work, frowning slightly as a man flipped on the TV.
"-ve announced that their research on the created life form in a school environment. The chosen school will remain anonymous for the duration of-"
"Turn that shit off," Hanami growled, spinning in the chair to glare at the man.
"Ah come on Hana, what's wrong with a little news?" The man asked.
"The research Christian Vantas and his ilk are proposing is going to end in many deaths." Hanami turned back to her computer, "if you don't Mr. Smith, I will fire you. And if I remember correctly, Simone had to beg me to hire you in the first place."
She heard the TV click off before she returned to the email she had been writing, regarding it with a sigh.
Dear Qristen,
It's been a long time since I have made contact with you. On my way to work this morning, I heard a few of Meenah's songs. I do hope things between you and her are doing better than myself and Damara. I assume you remember her stubbornness from when we worked together. Simone and i have started a very successful business together.
I wish simple matters were what I was writing to you about but I fear not. I have emailed the other five about recent events, of which I am sure you are aware of. It's time for us to stand up against Christian. He puts lives in danger by simply doing what he has and will continue to do.
Despite having never been able to meet the trolls face to face, I wish to save them from Christian. we owe them that much. We still have some right to those that we abandoned to their cruelty. Please, help me get them away. Please Qristen, we have to protect them and the children that will surely die if we leave them there. If this were paper, my ears would have stained the ink. I am begging you please, please help me save them…
Please, I need your help
Hanami Nitram
She rubbed at her eyes, cursing the teras violently as she turned to see what the others were doing, sending the email and silently praying that they would be answered.
POV Switch
John flopped on his bed, glancing over at Dave's empty one before glancing at the clock that was flashing two in the morning. He groaned, rolling over to study his phone, which had been the culprit of waking him up.
TurntechGodhead began pestering GhostyTrickster
TG: egbert, are you up?
TG: damn it egbert
TG: wake up
TG: john secretly i am in love with you
TG: john i have had sex with jade
TG: egbert
TG: i swear to god
TG: get up
TG: its 1:53
TG: get up
TG: come on
TG: 1:59
TG: offer expires in two minutes
TG: my offer is a big huge kiss btw
TG: 2:00 am
TG: youre hard as shit to wake up
TG: almost as hard as i could be
GT: wha….
TG: thank god
TG: get dressed and meet me outside
GT: dave its 2 in the morning
TG: its 2:02
TG: meet me downstairs
TG: NOW
TurntechGodhead ceased pestering GhostyTrickster
John groaned, rolling out of bed before padding downstairs, having fallen asleep in his breath hoodie and a pair of pajama pants. "I'm here," He said through a yawn, having grabbed his glasses on the way out.
"Keep it down," Dave said, waving his hand to get John's attention. "I thought I was never going to wake you up,"
"Next time, I'm going back to sleep," he grumbled, walking over to Dave. "It's two in the morning. Have you even been to bed yet?"
"No, but that's not what I want to discuss. They're bring in the trolls right now. Come on," he said, yanking on John's arm. "You can dream of having sex with me later," he promised, amusement in his eyes.
"We've been friends for too long," John decided, following Dave out of the dorm common room, closing his eyes as Dave pulled him along.
"It's great and you know you enjoy being my friend." He smirked.
"Dave, I really don't think we should be here," John sighed. "If they're doing this in the middle of the night, there is a very good reason."
"I'm curious bro. Besides, they were making such a huge deal about them coming here. I don't see why we can't just watch them," Dave shrugged.
"They're dangerous, from what Professor Vantas said." John protested.
"I'm sure Professor Vantas knows very little shit," he scoffed, shaking his head. "Besides, if we're careful we won't get caught. What's the point of life if we can't have a little bit of danger and fun?"
"See, you know it's wrong to be doing this. We'll get into trouble if we get caught," John groaned.
"If you keep up like that, we will be heard John. Take a moment to think what we will see. Look, one of the vans have pulled up,"
John glanced over at the speaker, shaking his head before turning his gaze on the windowless van that had pulled up. "How many are there? Vans, I mean,"
"If I were to hazard a guess, there should be four vans, each containing three trolls and driven by one of four scientists. That is Sicil Captor, known to study the Gemini, Aquarius, and Libra subjects. I would also guess that the scientist is with their subjects," Rose mused, watching the van pull to a stop before watching a rather tall man with Asian features step out of the van.
"Wonder why they're doing it at night," Jade mused.
"Probably because they didn't want people watching," John grumbled.
"Maybe they're afraid of someone getting murdered." Rose offered, the clicking of her needles underlying her meaning.
"I doubt that," Dave said. "Look, the man is head to the back of the van."
John shook his head, watching as the man opened the doors. "This is wrong. Dave, does something feel off to you? And we shouldn't be here,"
"John, you worry way too much. Take a deep breath and relax." Dave said, hardly sparing John a glance.
"You know exactly what I think of this!" John spluttered, shaking his head.
"If you two don't shut the fuck up, we're going to get caught." Jade snapped.
"Too late," the voice sent chills down John's spine as Dave slowly turned around, looking at the legs of a very tall man. "Don't worry though, I won't let them be knowing you're here."
"Who are you?" Dave asked, gaze travelling up to meet the man's eyes.
"Some motherfucker you really don't need to know about." The man muttered. "Now look, if you're absolutely interested on being found out, keep on asking me questions. If you want to make it through the night, I suggest you get your skinny asses out of here before Captor catches you."
"No seriously, what's your name?" Dave asked.
"Gerald, now scram."
John stood up, tugging on Dave's arm before they finally followed him out of th area, Gerald's eyes on them the whole time.
"That won't be the last of this," Gerald watched the kids leave, shaking his head. "And it won't be the last of them, I have a feeling,"
He sighed, returning his gaze as Christian pulled up, Sicil helping him pull out the trolls. "So close; I'll save you yet," he promised before he turned and left, trudging back home.
Recording has started:
In my years as a pirate, I've seen a lot of shitty things happen. Of course, those were my younger years before I became a medical student and later a medical scientist. That's where I met Qristen. God, she's a beauty. She had this idea to help others create new life in a humanoid form. I agreed to help her, so enraptured by her beauty. We're almost complete in our sixth year and I don't think I can take this madness much longer.
Several of the others have left already. I found out I have a nineteen year old son recently. Probably from my later years of pirating. Anyway, I suppose I should tell some of what I have learned. There is an uncontrollable violence from the trolls. Them having been kept far away from humanity was the worst mistake we could a made. One day, they will learn that they are all alone and hell will break fuckin' lose. Now, I've been keeping an eye on them. Even for their young age, their romance is different as well.
They're a complex race and they will die out alone before they ever get a chance at knowing what life in is. Due to this and finding out about my son, I am leaving. Let the rest a these bastards deal with all this shit.
Dualscar thinks y'all are idiots. This is log 59.
