Hi I'm back. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! Next chapter is a big one! The chapter title fits in my mind, even if it is a little wierd...
Another day passed flawlessly at the ARC. There wasn't a single anomaly at all. Tori spent the morning engrossed in her studies with Matt, who was teaching her Maths, Geography, History and Irish. So far she'd learnt how to count to ten with an Irish accent, even if the words were still in English.
"Why do I need to learn Irish anyway?" She had asked him.
"Trust me, it'll come in handy." He answered, leaving her more confused than ever.
She spent the first half of the afternoon filing paperwork for Lester. This would normally be a job for one of his secretaries, but Lester seemed to like the thought of dumping mind-numbingly boring tasks on her.
At three o'clock, she retired to the locker room to get changed into a pair of black leggings and a long black tank top. She pulled on a pair of fingerless, black gloves and jogged down the corridor to the gym, where Becker was waiting. They worked on karate together for an hour, which ended with Becker receiving a small bruise to his left arm. They then tackled the punch bag until the stuffing was popping out. Also, by this stage, Tori was exhausted. She collapsed on the floor in a heap, panting. Becker slowly got down to his knees and lay beside her.
"Need a hand?" He asked her with a smile on his face. She tried to answer, but she couldn't find her voice. Instead, she waved a hand in his general direction, as if to say: 'Piss off!"
Becker flipped up to his feet and dragged Tori up to sit on the bench.
"Come on, have a drink." He thrust a water bottle into her hands. She gulped down the whole lot, not leaving any for Becker. "It wasn't that tough, was it?"
"Are you kidding? I've never worked so hard before in my life!" She exasperated.
"Hey, you still ok with staying at Abby's tonight? I've agreed it with Abby and Connor," he rambled.
"Yeah, it's fine. I've got a cunning plan!" She eyed him suspiciously.
"What are you doing?" He asked, dreading the answer.
"I've got 'The Human Centipede' in my locker, ready to take to Abby's tonight!" She giggled hysterically, like a small child who had just pulled a prank on their mother or father.
"I hope you realise Connor will hate you forever." Becker pointed out.
"Abbbyyyyyy" Tori drew out the name in a sweet, child-like manner.
"Can I help you?"
"Can I put a film on, pretty please?" Abby couldn't resist her adorable, childish pleading.
"Sure thing. I'll get Connor to come downstairs and we can all watch it."
"Thank you Abby! I love you!" Tori bounced up to Abby and hugged her tightly.
Tori slipped the disk into the DVD player just as Connor walked down the stairs after taking a long nap. She pressed play and sat down next to Abby on the white leather two-seater, leaving Connor to sit in the recliner next to Abby's end of the sofa. As the story began to progress, Tori watched Connor's shape change from shocked to horrified and to completely at risk of vomiting everywhere. She also watched Abby cringe away from the scenes of surgery and the human 'centipede' that had been created. After the Japanese man had slit his own throat, Connor made a dash for the loo, locking the bolt behind him.
Abby watched until the end of the film and stared at Tori with a horrified look.
"Has Becker taken you to see a psychiatrist yet?" She asked half-seriously.
