There's a chaos here now, among what few of them remain. As our two security guards take note three minors subject themselves to a trope of horrors on the screen. Luceria has gone mad with a pair of sheers. Carla who pulls against her straps screaming in agony. Guzman who keeps shoving Luceria out of the way as he frantically tries to help the girl tied to the table.
They've gone crazy. Isn't it wonderful?
A whole bunch of things take place between now and forever, don't they. A whole bunch of nonsense if you ask anyone who writes anything. Nothing happens until someone puts the pen to the page and you got to try like Hell not to do it in vein because people will eat you alive and kings, their queens, all royalty is so hesitant to forgive the mistakes of humble servants.
Once upon a time grown men would slit the throat of a woman who brought their steak to the table undercooked. If the bottle isn't presented correctly take it back. Smile, they're absolutely right- even if they're gas lighting you. Don't worry. You'll never have to see them again. Unless they like you. If they like you too much big beefy paws will find their ways up your skirt.
Kings, their queens. The royals. A prince... What ever is he doing here? Dangling from a meat hook on one of Frill's security Cameras.
"Oh shit." Says his partner.
They both see it. The flashing red light. A battery in the camera they need on the most right now is about to die. They fold up their papers, they unclick their pens, they rise from the table. He tells her they have to make it quick and the lights to the security office go out. The door locks behind them. Away on a stealth mission.
Let's go back to Prince Phillipe. All alone- nope. Someone's in their with him.
She's crawling on all fours beneath a table. There she goes rising up to his eye level. It's marina. Her beautiful red curls are so matted down to her face and she's absolutely distraught, "Philip?"
She's sweet with her words as she puts her hands on his face. She's easy with her movements, there is after all a hook jutting out through his rib cage and his breathing is very slow.
He calls out, in his bitter torment, a name. A name of someone he loves. It comes out all quiet, "Kodak."
"Kodak? Did he do this too you?" She's so frantic and angry.
Slowly he rolls his head and his beaten bloody face rises to look at hers, "No... I love him. Tell him for me -ah!" He's shaky with his words and they come out all in a stuffer, "I- I'm diiiie. Dying Mari-na." A long breath escapes his nose and those heavy eye lids begin to flutter.
She's so thrown by the comment that her stomach flips, her eye lashes flutter, and a single tear falls from her face. She knows she doesn't have the inner core to lift a boy his size up and off a hook. She's seen this before but where? Her hands refuse to leave his face as she says, "No you're not. You hold on. You hear me."
Loud clanging sounds echo out from the corridor and Marina crawls into her hiding spot. Just out side in the corridor Guzman and Luceria, who had been arguing and physically fighting one another over the situation, are staring at the direction from which the sound came. Her fingers slip into his and she's pulling him away and out of sight. Into a storage closet they go...
Carla is weak and frail. She can no longer weep or pull on her restraints. She can only stare at the security officers who come in together like a pair of submissive henchmen. She watches as they pop a device out of the corner of the ceiling and her eyes follow the delicate fingers as they slip small batteries into back pants pockets. He's adjusting and she's handing him things as he ascends into the corner. Then just as quietly as they came they're gone.
She eases back down onto the table and considers things. Considers what's been going on. To herself she mutters, "My name is Carla Caleruega. I am la Marchesa. Polo Benavent is my best friend. I've been abducted. I'm currently in an airport located in the buried ruins of former Big City US. I'm being attacked by a peer. I am still alive. I am still alive. Alive."
Guzman is the first one back in the room and the straps on her arms come off so easily. He's scooping her into his arms bridal style. She pulls in a deep breath through her nose and presses her face into his chest. He smells of brandy. Just like her father. Out into the corridor they go and she only has to raise her eye lids to see the bloody mess on the floor next to Luceria's lifeless body. Rock paper scissors, three guesses who as to the question of a winner.
As they walk through the door through which Guzman entered a door in the far back of the corridor opens and Marina peers out at the dead girl on the floor. Looks like scissors beats plastic too. Marina does not see the monster you and I saw, understand this. She weeps. She buckles. She pulls back into the room where the prince dangles like a freshly sliced up heifer and thinks of her friend Luceria who has been murdered. Her friends are being murdered by these people down here and as far as she knows there's still a little boy missing.
What happened that left these kids alone, in breeding ground for torture, without their weapons, and on a lesser status in the food chain than their used to? Between now and yesterday something took place that has us all turned around. Abandoned. Without hope. Between now and forever still enlies something worth fighting for. Between now and forever we will follow this story. Will a prince die before he's become a king? Will Kodak find his baby brother? Will any of them ever see the surface again? Find out when we return on...
Don't Cut Out The Light.