Ok guys the music video is tomorrow night! So to hold keep you from exploding here is a little filler to hold you at bay. :D enjoy. Please Read and Review 3
Victory kept smiling as the cameras flashed while she exited the stage. The second the curtain fell she dropped her smile along with it.
"Ugh. It hurts to smile that long." She said rubbing her cheeks. Boom Boy was behind the stage waiting for her. He was still dressed in his old "rags". She took his hand.
"I wish you'd wear something else." She gave a shrug and started leading him away from the press building ."Yet…to each his own I suppose." She smiled a little and squeezed his hand lightly. Suddenly she felt another dizzy spell take hold. She grabbed the wall to catch herself.
Fast car, an image of a black spider with lightning down its back, a small lamp on a box.
She rubbed her temple.
"Victory," Her father's voice called from behind her. "Have you taken your pills today?"
She reached in her pocket and swallowed a couple.
"Must have slipped my mind." She mumbled and gave a smile. She stood up right and grasped Boom Boy's hand.
"Can the boy and I go to the kitchen and make lunch, Father?" She asked politely. He eyed Boom Boy as if he were some stray dog he did not want in his house. "Please?"
With a heavy sigh he nodded.
"But only if you make sure that…child gets washed up."
Victory nodded and hugged him.
"Make sure you're back in your study by six." He warned as she walked away. She waved and kept walking.
Boom Boy sat on the counter top as Victory made them each a sandwich.
"You must be starving." She said tying an apron around her waist. He nodded with a big smile and stole a slice of cheese. She leaned forward and rested her head on her elbow.
"It would be so much easier if you just talked…..Or if I at least knew what to call you." She said thoughtfully. He looked down and silently nibbled on his cheese. She stood up and started cutting lettuce.
"It's a shame about that Killjoy business. I can't believe those guys killed their own men."
Boom Boy's heart sank. She couldn't really have forgotten everything. Victory shook her head again.
"Ugh, damn déjà vu." She popped another pill. "Do you know what déjà vu is? I guess it's where you get the feeling something has happened before…but it didn't." She was almost talking to herself now.
"About nine years ago I was hurt in a bombing. I had a brain injury…Any ways they give me these pills to make the images stop."
So it was the pills making her forget!
"I'm sure they'll stop sooner or later." She said giving a plastic smile. "Now do you want sliced tomatoes on you're sandwich?" she pulled the knife from the drawer. Her hand stopped short.
She was sitting on a table in a kitchen. A man pulled a needle and thread from a drawer. He sewed her arm up. His voice calmed her.
She slammed the drawer shut and put down the knife.
"The visions have been getting worse though…" She bit her lip and reached for her pills again. He grabbed her arm stopping her. She looked into his eyes. He seemed to hypnotize her. He put his small hands on either side of her cheeks and looked deeper and deeper.
Remember! He thought hard.
"Boomer I don't have time for this." She sighed and pulled his hands down. His eyes lit up. She paused thinking about her words she had said.
"…W-what a strange name…Boomer…I…"
Boom Boy wrapped his arms around her neck. She wasn't totally lost!
"Well you seem to like that name, huh, Boomer?"
He pulled back and nodded hard. She scratched her head.
"Weird how that just sort of…popped in there." She said again seemingly to herself. Boomer shrugged and put his arms down. In doing so he knocked the pills from her hand and into the sink.
"SHIT!" She yelled trying to chase them down the drain. She put her head down and rubbed her temples.
"Come on maybe the doctors have more." She said ushering Boomer. He shook his head and grabbed her arm forcing her to look at him.
No, he shook his head again and pointed at his skull. It's bad for you!
"How is it I always seem to know what you mean…?" Victory tilted her head to the side.
Boomer gave a shrug.
There was a loud knock at the door.
"Everything coming along ok?" Mr. X said standing in the door way.
Victory quickly put the empty pill bottle behind her back.
"Great!" She said with a large fake smile. "I'm showing Boomer here how to chop onions."
Mr. X ever so slightly raised an eyebrow.
"'Boomer'?"
Victory tried to not panic. Something wasn't right the way he had said the name…Like it was a bad word or something. She giggled nervously.
"Yeah well…he always carries that boom box around…and he needs to be called by something."
Mr. X nodded and smiled.
"Well I won't butt in. Just making sure you're feeling ok. No headaches or anything?" Again his voice sounded off.
From behind her back Boomer took the pill bottle and filled it with chopped onions, then neatly put it back. She gripped it and brought it around for him to see.
"Nothing a little white pill can't fix." She smiled and opened it popping one of the onions in her mouth.
Mr. X smiled and gave a nod.
"Good then…Ok you children have fun." He said with a wave and shut the kitchen door.
Victory quickly spun around and spat out the onion chunk in the sink. She took a gulp from a large glass of water.
"God I hate onions." She said gagging again. "Thanks for your help."
Boomer eyed the door suspiciously. Victory stood up straight and followed his gaze.
"You're right….he is defiantly up to something."
Boomer wrapped his arm around hers. She handed him his sandwich as she took hers. He seemed to melt at the flavor of the ham and cheese.
"You look like you've never eaten real food before?" She giggled a little taking a bite. An image of canned mush drifted through her mind. She ignored it.
"Well as long as you're here you can have all the goodies you want." She said digging into the fridge. They had gotten past the sandwich, worked on through some chocolates, she thought Boomer would melt right there, then started on the fruit when the sirens went off.
*INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT*
"That is the signal if somebody is trying to break in to the company!" She said quickly dropping her strawberry and picking Boomer off of the table. She took his hand and led her straight to his room like she was instructed be it there were ever an emergency. She sat him on her cushy black and white bed.
"We'll stay here until father comes. He'll tell us what is going on….Who in their right mind would try to break into Better Living Industry?"
Boomer looked up at her then to the window.
He knew exactly who was trying to get in.
