I took a tiny crumb that i had saved from my lunch and placed it on slide.
I carefully placed the slide under the lense.
I thought first of all the wonderfully terrible punishments i could give her if she was wrong.
This was ridiculous.
Nothing was going to be there.
It was going to be ordinary crumb just like any other.
She was obviously just paranoid.
She was going to make a fool of me, not in public but in my own home instead.
Yes play a game i said.
It would entertaining i said.
Yes Just another amusing past time i could busy myself with.
I felt like an idiot.
Why did i listen to her in the first place?
I should of nodded my head and said "That's Nice you can go ahead and starve".
Here i was taking her seriously, while peering over a microscope while i could be enjoying myself at home in front of the tv.
I was already home but the point is i could be doing something entirely different with my time.
"Come here where i can see you."
She was standing somewhere behind me.
"Do you see anything yet?"
"No I've barely Started if you must know.
You better not be putting me on".
"Don't worry I'm not."
I couldn't see anything at first but my vision adjusted, everything looked perfectly normal at first glance but the longer i peered into the lense the more i noticed something was a definitely off.
Something was wrong with what i was seeing.
It was a unusual compound i wasn't used to seeing.
"What do you see?"
I coughed to display my feigned disinterest.
"I don't know just yet. It appears to be a synthetic compound of some sort but it's strange, it's unlike any compound I've ever seen before."
"Is it a chemical by any chance?"
"Perhaps. It's completely synthetic whatever it is. The strange thing is it doesn't appear to be imitating anything natural.
You see most synthetic compounds usually are developed to imitate a organism that is found in nature.
This isn't one of them. It's almost as if its a drug of some kind."
"Now do you believe me?"
"Well of course i do now yet How did you know?"
I looked up from the microscope and gaped slightly.
"It was just a feeling i had. A gut feeling i get sometimes."
"Well whatever it was, it proved to be correct. The question is who would do such a thing?"
"Oh it's most likely something that has been going on for quite some time, possibly by one of your superiors".
"That's preposterous. I'll have you know that none of my superiors would do something so atrocious and besides my superiors aren't even here."
"Orders could easily be sent out ahead of time without your knowledge".
"What would their orders be pray do tell?"
"I have no idea. It's probably something along the lines of keep Commander Abbadon in line. Make sure he doesn't do anything foolish while we're gone.
That drug is most likely designed to keep you in your place. It's preventing you from challenging anything. It's stops you from questioning anything around here".
"That's enough Imagi. No one is keeping me in line. I'm not going to do anything foolish.
I am sure as hell not being prevented from doing anything around here.
The only one that's questioning me and challenging things around here is you.
That's why you're here right where I can see you and not stuck in some cell waiting for the perfect moment to escape again."
"Yes that's right I'm just the lowly rebel slave girl that has no clue what she's talking about. Meanwhile she seems to have a uncanny ability to sense danger and you never know that ability of hers might actually save your life one of these days."
"Oh brother. Are you trying to guilt trip me?
Look if it's any consolation I greatly appreciate your insight and efforts to keep me safe. Perhaps a little reward is in order.
Would you like that?"
"A reward for what?"
"A reward for warning me. I could give anything you'd like, anything you want, any Little thing you desire."
"I don't see why it should matter if all I am to you is a lowly little slave".
"Oh now I wouldn't use those words exactly".
"No but you wouldn't to my face, but you've thought them. You've said them when you're alone, you've spoken them under your breath and you've used those words when you talk to yourself in private."
This was all true, I thought it, I'd said it while I was alone and I'd indeed spoken those words to myself in private.
The question was how did she know all of that?
"Look I'm sure there's something that you want, something you desire to have in this life. Just tell me and I'll grant it".
"You already know very well what I want and what I desire. I'll give you a hint, I ran away because of it."
"If you're speaking of freedom, I will give you anything but that. Let me be absolutely clear I will grant you anything within reason.
Please make it small if you would, I can feel a headache coming on".
"When did these headaches start?"
I tried to think.
The last headache I had had recently was that time I tried to manipulate her mind, that had happened approximately 2 days ago.
She was probably the cause of my headache in the first place.
She was most likely causing this one to come on as well.
"2 days ago, no thanks to you".
"Yes I'm afraid I am to blame for that. It's merely a minor side effect".
"A side effect of what?"
I would have sneered but my mouth was partway open.
"A side effect of your mind's awakening.
You see your mind has been closed and somewhat dormant for quite some time but now it's waking up and it's angry and asking questions, demanding answers and challenging this new form of reality, this system you think so highly of.
Pretty soon you'll start exploring and you'll find that nothing is what it seems here.
You'll find out you're just a pawn, expendable and perishable just like the rest of us".
"That is enough! I am not a pawn! If I hear anymore talk like that again... I'll- I'm not expendable! Great now I do have a headache and it's entirely your fault!"
Why was I at loss for words when it came to threatening her?
Somehow I didn't feel there was much point in threatening her at all.
I still pretended to be mad at her though.
I shot up from my stool that was in positioned in front the granite kitchen counter and I marched straight to the living room couch with my arms crossed and I firmly and rather rigidly took a seat in front of the flat screen TV.
I gently slid back into the couch, my arms still crossed yet this time I was all slumped over.
I tilted my head onto the head of the couch which only seem to worsen my pounding headache.
"Well since it was my fault I suppose I owe you a apology.
I am sorry if I caused you any pain. it was not my intention to hurt you in any way.
I can help fix it if you'd like".
Her voice was so soothing it reminded me of down feathers falling from the sky.
My eyes were closed at this point but I could feel the warm tips of her fingers on my forehead.
"What are you doing?"
My tone was accusing and rather dumbfounded.
"I'm trying to help you".
"I do not need your help and I do not need fixing. You've done enough damage as it is."
I wanted to reprimand her some more and swat her hands away but I was too exhausted.
She proceeded to massage my temples with gentle circular motions with her finger tips, applying a very small amount of pressure as she did so.
It was a most glorious feeling.
I felt the tension from my brow leave me, the pain faded and throbbing subsided completely.
Miraculously when she had finished with that so called magic massage routine, I opened my eyes and the headache was gone.
"How did you do that?"
I opened my mouth partly to form a small gawking gape.
"I gave you the headache and I can just as well take it away."
"Yes I get that but how?"
"Well that's the the thing I'm not really sure how I do it, I just do it. It's just something I know how to do. It's Something I don't even think about much less examine and question. It must be something that I was born with, something that was just built in.
I must have just opened my eyes and I had these set of skills, these certain abilities that I was given and when I needed them they would work for me. I don't know the science behind it, I just know how to use what I have."
"What you just did isn't a skill, that's a gift.
Telepathic abilities are one thing but healing is another matter. The gift of healing is no ordinary endowment, believe me.
What you just did is very rare, rare in the terms that not very many people can do it, very few don't even have the power, let alone ability to do that in the first place.
You know if you're really as powerful as I think you are you may actually prove to be quite useful to me. What else can you do?"
I saw her soft smile fade, her face lost it's cheery color and that hopeful glow about her person dimmed ever so swiftly.
I could tell she was uncomfortable and uneasy; I could practically feel her nervous energy.
Her blue eyes sparked little streams of grey, until the color melted into a tragic stormy grey.
"If I'm not useful to you, I suppose you'll have me killed".
I began to notice her other comely features.
Her hair was rather unusual.
It was not just a one toned color, there was hints of black at the roots, which shifted into brown and which then curved into dark brick red on the tips of her wavy hair.
All those strands of seemed to all have a certain life of their own, since each wavy tip had a rather spunky way of spiking out in various places and in various directions as well.
She had a defiant little nose, her chin had a tiny point to it which curved into a soft jawline.
Everything about her appearance appeared soft and smooth like a porcelain, but there were certain moments when she wasn't smiling that she had a fierce and frightening decorum that gave me chills at times.
Moments like now those soft features now appeared harsh, her cheekbones seemed sharper and slightly sunken in and there were dark shadows that had now formed under her eyes, which made her eyes look more deeply set.
"I don't wish you dead at least not yet".
I gulped slightly just at the mere thought of her being killed.
"You wished me dead before. Why not now?
What's changed that you'd actually wish to spare me?"
"Let's make something absolutely clear, it was always my intention to spare you, I never wished for you to die, so I would never give the orders to have you killed".
"You said you'd be glad when I left, you'd told me you'd be happy when I was gone.
You even went as far to say you'd dress for my Funeral".
"If I recall correctly I told you specifically there would be no funeral but that I would dress accordingly anyway. Look I was angry at the time when I said that, I wasn't seeing clearly, I was just upset that's all.
You really shouldn't take that to heart.
I mean I wasn't actually serious.
I have a tendency to say things I don't mean when I'm... in a foul mood. Call it a quirk".
"That's not a quirk, that's just called having a bad temper".
"Oh and I suppose you don't have any character flaws, no nasty habits to speak of and no bad qualities in your character right?"
"At times I wish you had signed those papers".
"What papers?"
"Oh how cute, you must think I didn't notice those papers out on your desk. I saw them the first time you summoned me to your office.
They had my name on them, my picture, my past history, just about everything about me.
There was a line for your signature at the bottom.
It was empty at the time, empty and awaiting your signature for the approval of my death".
I had never noticed that there was line at the bottom of those liquidation papers.
How could I not have noticed?
"I was not aware there was anything that required my signature but if there was I would still not have signed it".
"Well I wish you would because it's not like you want me here because of my company.
You just want me here so you can torture me, bully me and torment me whenever you like.
It gives you a sick kind of pleasure to have that kind of power.
You enjoy having that kind of control over another human being."
"No you are wrong. I did not bring you here for the sole purpose of tormenting you.
Just think about it, if I really enjoyed torturing you, I would have done so already, not just once but several times by now .
if I was truly a cruel villainous creature I would have you had you tortured several times a day, but I'm not and you have me to thank for Imagine for a moment if you were in my position and how absolutely revolting you might feel when the only one you can actually talk to would rather be dead than be in the same room with you".
"I didn't realize you felt that way, I'm sorry.
I guess you're not the only one that says things when they're angry."
"Now that's better. Your apology is accepted. You may retire for the rest of the day".
"Where should I retire?"
"Wherever you wish. It really doesn't matter just as long as it's not too far away.
Yet since you asked I'd prefer you to take your time of leisure to your room.
You do after all need your rest".
"Thank you".
It sounded more like a question but I could tell she was grateful by her softened tone.
I did something good today but was I good person I wondered.
She was right about that sick enjoyment I got out of control and power.
Yet that joy and pleasure was beginning to fade.
I wasn't enjoying any of this right now.
I had this power over her life and death, I had the power to decide whether she lived or died.
It was not a gratifying feeling.
Her fate was in my hands and I had been inches away from signing her death certificate.
If I noticed there was a empty line for my signature I probably would have signed it, mindlessly and without the slightest twinge of guilt.
What ever the drug that I found in the food maybe it was actually taking something away from me.
Maybe that drug was present even in my coffee, my tea, that red champagne I loved so much,maybe it was infused into everything that was edible, like everything that was stored away in the fridge.
Maybe it was in the vitamins I took, maybe it was even in the simplest of things like ibuprofen that I had behind the mirror above the bathroom sink.
I had to calm down. It couldn't be in everything.
Stop being Paranoid.
Who knows maybe that weird compound in the food wasn't a drug after all.
Maybe it was supposed to help me rather than harm me.
Maybe she was wrong.
That gave me a bit of comfort and that was the last thought I had before I closed my eyes and sunk into the couch and went to sleep.
