What would happen if Dorothy wasn't Nightingale. Takes place after Act 13, will turn gory in a few chapters. NEW! Chapter Two up.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Supernatural - Chapters: 2 - Words: 949 - Reviews: 17 - Updated: May 5, 2001 - Published: Apr 26, 2001 - id: 266209
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Disclaimer in Part 1
Notes: Now here comes the real storytelling
Part 2
Major Dan Dastun was having a good day for once. No
megadeuces destroying the city, no major crimes,
nothing. The person who walked in his door promised to
change all of that.
Many people knew that the top negotiator of Paradiam
city had taken a new woman into his home. It was the
way they made their money, or kept their lives.
However, only a few knew who she really was.
"Hello, Dorothy." Dastun gestured to the chair in
front of his desk. He walked over to the coffee pot
and poured himself a cup. "You want some?"
R. Dorothy Waynewrite shook her head as she settled
onto the chair. As she moved, Dastun could hear the
soft whirl of machinery.
Sitting at his desk again, Dastun sipped his
coffee. "What can I do for you, Ms. Waynewrite?" A
pause. "Though I don't know why you aren't asking
Roger."
The dark eyes that focused on him showed no emotion.
At his words about asking Roger, something flickered
in the black depths. With a blink, whatever he thought
he saw was gone.
"I cannot ask Roger this, Major Dastun. No matter how
talented Roger believes he is, he does not have the
facilities to solve his own abduction."
She deftly dodged a stream of coffee that flew across
the room. Sputtering and chokeing, Dastun pounded his
chest a few times.
"A..a..abducted?!"
The redhead android nodded. "Earlier today, Roger and
I were returning to the car after a successful
negotiation when two men came up. One hit Roger with a
dart, while the other used a stungun on me. I regained
awarness only an hour ago. My first stop was home, to
inform Norman what had happen. This was my second."
Even as she spoke, Dorothy watched as the man she had
turned to for help grabbed his coat. As he walked
towards the door, the major looked at his
guest. "Well, come on."
Dorothy rose to her feet and followed him.
***
It took half an hour to get to where Roger had been
taken.
The skies had opened, and this section of town was
unprotected by a dome. Dastun cursed when he saw the
condition of the scene. Most of the evidence was being
washed away.
"Damn, we'll never be able to track him in this stuff."
"You won't need to."
Even as the military police officer twisted to see who
spoke, he felt a sharp prick of a needle in his
shoulder. As Dastun began to fade into darkness, he
saw Dorothy thrash as electricity was used to knock
her out once again.
Then there was nothing.
***
It was dark. So dark that he couldn't see anything. A
soft breeze trailed icy fingers along his bare skin.
He shivered as he realized he was only dressed in
dress slacks.
Smooth plastic ties bound his arms at the elbow and
wrist, pulling them back far enough to cause his
shoulders to burn from the strain. Nearby, water
dripped. The sound triggered a memory.
/There was red everywhere. It splattered the walls,
and a puddle of it had formed. Scarlet drops hit the
pool, causing it to spread a little more.
A woman's dead eyes stared into his own, red
spiderwebbing across the whites. A crimson grin gaped
at him mananically from her torn neck.
Another drop of blood dripped off her fingers to the
pool below./
Black eyes snapped back to awarness as the memory
fragment ended. Gasping for air, he scooted as far
back as he could get. The memories were getting worse.
This time he could smell the coppery scent of blood
filling the air.
A sudden noise drew his attention. Light seeped though
a crack, and the outline of a door appeared.
Roger Smith winced and blinked back tears as a light
was flipped on. Blinded by the sudden brightness, he
could only see blurs as the door opened and two forms
were tossed in. The light was left on as the door
closed.
As his vision adjusted and cleared, Roger sighed. On
the floor laid Dastun and Dorothy.
"Well this is just great."
TBC...
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