Long time no update huh. I went back to read C&J to get her voice right
but I'm not sure about Logan. There is a pov change but it should be
obvious even if it isn't marked. Oh and the title is in honor of Jeanne
although I haven't spoken to her in a while.
C&J
Part 7 (Fearful symmetry)
I opened the window and squeezed inside. It probably would have been safer to take the stairs but what fun would there be in that. I silently slunk across the flat to the kitchen. I tried to open the door quietly but you know how there is always that pop and then the clinking from all of the jam and salad dressings in the cubbies.
I heard the quiet rolling of a desk chair in the distance and could hear that strange noise a gun makes when being cocked. Was it a clink or a cha chink, I could never put it into letter.
"Max?" Logan asked, finally realizing the intruder meant only to harm his leftovers.
"Sorry," I replied. "It's the other genetically engineering killing machine that you feed." Filling my arms I stood up to face him. . . strange so did he. He was standing up I mean. My head cocked to the side in curiosity. "Have you lost your wheelchair," I commented before moving to the table, must not forget the mission. "I hope you don't mind," I said as I started to stuff my face. "I haven't eaten in two weeks." I thought about that for a moment. "Well I don't really remember the last few weeks but it feels like two weeks." I resumed eating but kept an eye on Logan. He was walking around me like I was a bomb or something. I really wanted to yell boo but I decided he wouldn't think it was funny. Suddenly he flicked the lights on and I hid my eyes with my hand. Supersensitive eyes and light changes don't go well.
"Oh my god," he said as he sat beside me. He moved my hand away and lifted my chin. I slurped up the spaghetti that had been half hanging out into my mouth. "What happened to you?" The shock and concern was evident on his face and I really wanted to tell him. . . no I didn't. I was just here for food.
"I fought the ground and the ground won." I said with a straight face. He didn't think it was funny.
"Okay so you're not going to answer that question, how bout 'when did you get back?" He was always so smart.
"I'm not sure on that one," I mumbled through my food. Eating was too important at the moment to be neglected. "I could ask Sonya but I'm a little mad at her right now. Do you think it's alright to be mad at your own brain?" Logan gave me a look and I knew if I started twitching he would probably take it in stride.
"Carina," he said as he gently placed his hand on mine. "Typical psychological reinforcement technique," I said to myself. "Look at me," ordered. I looked up for he hand that had held me entranced. Wow his hair is really pointy. "Carina?" he called again and had to shake my head before looking him in the eye. "Why are you covered in blood?"
"Oh don't worry it's not mine," I said giving him a smile. "Not much at any rate. But I did get this cool cast. Silly doctor didn't understand about how I was made in lab and healed super fast." I knew my voice was trailing off but I seemed to slow down some how on it's own. My brain just wanted to stop for a second, to rest.
"Carina, who's blood it it?" he said persistently.
She starred off into space for a moment and I grew more concerned. In hindsight I realized I should have been a little more worried about my safety but this was Carina. She was a dangerous weapon by design but a harmless puppy by nature. She was so fragile. I heard her whisper something and I leaned closer.
"Fearful symmetry," she muttered. That sounded so familiar. She continued "Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night. What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Disturbing was the only word that described her reciting of the poem. "He read it to us, it was always her favorite." I was about to ask who when suddenly Carina's head slammed hard onto the table, thankfully to the left of her dinner. "Oh God," I blurted out as I jumped up and gently lifted her to a sitting position. Her eyes were still open if unfocused. I would say I began to worry when she didn't respond but I had started to worry a long time ago. I called her name gently trying to rouse her. Suddenly I noticed a green light flick on in the back of her eyes and she blinked. Her body straightened itself but she remained staring straight ahead.
"She is uninjured Logan Cale," she said but I knew it once it was not Carina.
"Sonya?" I asked.
"Yes, Carina has deactivated herself." I gasped.
"No, you have to make her come back," I ordered.
"She must have time to recover Logan Cale." I let out the breath I had been holding. For a moment I thought deactivate as in permanent. "I did not understand her damage and sent her to Jake for repairs but she has only further deteriorated."
"What happened to cause this deterioration?" I asked worriedly.
"The destruction of the one called Jade, her sister," Sonya said without emotion. I had to sit. Hadn't this girl been through enough? The horrors they put her through at Manticore, the trama with her mother, loosing her sister time and time again. Now Jade was dead, no wonder she had deactivated herself.
"How was she killed?" I asked. Maybe if I could put together the pieces of the last few weeks I would be able to help her. And there had to have been some kind of conflict for Carina to get injured.
"Carina, Jade and Zack as the commander officer met at the rendezvous point. They had been followed and were forced to escape by train. There were over taken by the enemy and Jade was fatally wounded. Carina would not leave her behind. Zack pushed her off the train for her own safety. This is where she was injured and I was forced to take her to safety. We do not require mechanical repairs, however, I knew that Jake would care for her. It was not safe but I had no indicators other wise. There was an attack on his residence from an organization under the command of a Sally Demarco." At this I froze. Sally Demarco the new mob boss.
"Is Jake in any danger now?" I interrupted.
"No Carina defended him and his family. The police arrived and she escaped. Then she came to you. I do not know her reasons on this as she did not understand them herself. This body needs rest. I must deactivate as well." It took me a second to understand that she wanted somewhere to sleep. I jumped up and showed her to the guest room. She very mechanically sat on the bed and swung her legs up. She then leaned back and folded her hands on her stomach before shutting her eyes. It was all so perfunctory and oh so creepy. I didn't waist any time calling Jake. If I was in his shoes I would be panicked with worry and Sonya was right, if Jade really is dead Jake is the only one who could repair her.
C&J
Part 7 (Fearful symmetry)
I opened the window and squeezed inside. It probably would have been safer to take the stairs but what fun would there be in that. I silently slunk across the flat to the kitchen. I tried to open the door quietly but you know how there is always that pop and then the clinking from all of the jam and salad dressings in the cubbies.
I heard the quiet rolling of a desk chair in the distance and could hear that strange noise a gun makes when being cocked. Was it a clink or a cha chink, I could never put it into letter.
"Max?" Logan asked, finally realizing the intruder meant only to harm his leftovers.
"Sorry," I replied. "It's the other genetically engineering killing machine that you feed." Filling my arms I stood up to face him. . . strange so did he. He was standing up I mean. My head cocked to the side in curiosity. "Have you lost your wheelchair," I commented before moving to the table, must not forget the mission. "I hope you don't mind," I said as I started to stuff my face. "I haven't eaten in two weeks." I thought about that for a moment. "Well I don't really remember the last few weeks but it feels like two weeks." I resumed eating but kept an eye on Logan. He was walking around me like I was a bomb or something. I really wanted to yell boo but I decided he wouldn't think it was funny. Suddenly he flicked the lights on and I hid my eyes with my hand. Supersensitive eyes and light changes don't go well.
"Oh my god," he said as he sat beside me. He moved my hand away and lifted my chin. I slurped up the spaghetti that had been half hanging out into my mouth. "What happened to you?" The shock and concern was evident on his face and I really wanted to tell him. . . no I didn't. I was just here for food.
"I fought the ground and the ground won." I said with a straight face. He didn't think it was funny.
"Okay so you're not going to answer that question, how bout 'when did you get back?" He was always so smart.
"I'm not sure on that one," I mumbled through my food. Eating was too important at the moment to be neglected. "I could ask Sonya but I'm a little mad at her right now. Do you think it's alright to be mad at your own brain?" Logan gave me a look and I knew if I started twitching he would probably take it in stride.
"Carina," he said as he gently placed his hand on mine. "Typical psychological reinforcement technique," I said to myself. "Look at me," ordered. I looked up for he hand that had held me entranced. Wow his hair is really pointy. "Carina?" he called again and had to shake my head before looking him in the eye. "Why are you covered in blood?"
"Oh don't worry it's not mine," I said giving him a smile. "Not much at any rate. But I did get this cool cast. Silly doctor didn't understand about how I was made in lab and healed super fast." I knew my voice was trailing off but I seemed to slow down some how on it's own. My brain just wanted to stop for a second, to rest.
"Carina, who's blood it it?" he said persistently.
She starred off into space for a moment and I grew more concerned. In hindsight I realized I should have been a little more worried about my safety but this was Carina. She was a dangerous weapon by design but a harmless puppy by nature. She was so fragile. I heard her whisper something and I leaned closer.
"Fearful symmetry," she muttered. That sounded so familiar. She continued "Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night. What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Disturbing was the only word that described her reciting of the poem. "He read it to us, it was always her favorite." I was about to ask who when suddenly Carina's head slammed hard onto the table, thankfully to the left of her dinner. "Oh God," I blurted out as I jumped up and gently lifted her to a sitting position. Her eyes were still open if unfocused. I would say I began to worry when she didn't respond but I had started to worry a long time ago. I called her name gently trying to rouse her. Suddenly I noticed a green light flick on in the back of her eyes and she blinked. Her body straightened itself but she remained staring straight ahead.
"She is uninjured Logan Cale," she said but I knew it once it was not Carina.
"Sonya?" I asked.
"Yes, Carina has deactivated herself." I gasped.
"No, you have to make her come back," I ordered.
"She must have time to recover Logan Cale." I let out the breath I had been holding. For a moment I thought deactivate as in permanent. "I did not understand her damage and sent her to Jake for repairs but she has only further deteriorated."
"What happened to cause this deterioration?" I asked worriedly.
"The destruction of the one called Jade, her sister," Sonya said without emotion. I had to sit. Hadn't this girl been through enough? The horrors they put her through at Manticore, the trama with her mother, loosing her sister time and time again. Now Jade was dead, no wonder she had deactivated herself.
"How was she killed?" I asked. Maybe if I could put together the pieces of the last few weeks I would be able to help her. And there had to have been some kind of conflict for Carina to get injured.
"Carina, Jade and Zack as the commander officer met at the rendezvous point. They had been followed and were forced to escape by train. There were over taken by the enemy and Jade was fatally wounded. Carina would not leave her behind. Zack pushed her off the train for her own safety. This is where she was injured and I was forced to take her to safety. We do not require mechanical repairs, however, I knew that Jake would care for her. It was not safe but I had no indicators other wise. There was an attack on his residence from an organization under the command of a Sally Demarco." At this I froze. Sally Demarco the new mob boss.
"Is Jake in any danger now?" I interrupted.
"No Carina defended him and his family. The police arrived and she escaped. Then she came to you. I do not know her reasons on this as she did not understand them herself. This body needs rest. I must deactivate as well." It took me a second to understand that she wanted somewhere to sleep. I jumped up and showed her to the guest room. She very mechanically sat on the bed and swung her legs up. She then leaned back and folded her hands on her stomach before shutting her eyes. It was all so perfunctory and oh so creepy. I didn't waist any time calling Jake. If I was in his shoes I would be panicked with worry and Sonya was right, if Jade really is dead Jake is the only one who could repair her.