Emerald3: Wow, I was reading last weeks update and I got your name wrong!
I'm sorry! Must spell check harder. I'm not too sure even I feel sorry
for Miranda, and I wrote in her character. She was just one of those
people that show up and then disappear.
Protectress of Dalidon: I wrote in a little bit more about Quinn in this chapter, but I tried to stay with Erica most of the time, because I wouldn't want everything to just come onto Quinn, despite how much trouble she gets into.
Alocin: If you really think about it, would you want to take either pill after the little choice game he plays with your mind? Morpheus is too smart for his own good. He's like Splinter from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
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Chapter 5: And It Won't Leave Me Alone
Defeat. The crushing wounds were moving over her shoulders and weighing her down as she was pushed into the small metal chair in the interrogation room. Erica showed no fear to the police officers who walked out, the blood oozing down her white cheek slowly as it made itself into a scab under her eye. The pain in her muscles was starting to grow as she relaxed and the kinks in her shoulders and legs started to make themselves known. She shifted uncomfortably.
Afraid? The word didn't mean anything to Erica. What was she afraid of? Losing Quinn? She was probably going to jail for the supposed murder of her Aunt and was more then likely going to be found as the hacker, Trinity, in no time flat. And for the past three years, she'd been losing Quinn anyways. Her presence (or lack there of) would not be sorrowly missed by the older sibling, as dear as she may be.
The door was opened again by two very stone looking gentlemen, each in suits with an odd looking hearing aid poking out of their ears. Trinity stared them in the face, their eyes meeting for a moment as he stared through the polished and gleaming surfaces of dark sunglasses. Her eyes were the same blue-gray, but they weren't sad anymore and hung down. They were angry, with the illusions of fire burning in her irises. The man gave a cocky little smirk.
"Hello Trinity." He said, sliding into the seat in front of her. His voice was flowing, melodic almost, yet deep and frightening like a demon from a children's fairytale. "I must admit, you have given us a pretty difficult time tonight." He annunciated all his t's with a sharp tone of arrogance. The hacker looked at him, as he set a folder on the table in front of him. His partner guarded the door.
"I know how much you dislike small talk so we'll skip straight to the point." He began slowly, folding his hands over the folder. "My associates and I believe that you have been contacted by a dangerous felon by the alias Morpheus."
Her eyes came off the table and looked at him at the mention of the name. "Great." She thought. "Now you've screwed yourself. You've basically hung a sign around your neck that says PLEASE. KILL ME NOW." The man seemed impressed, taking his hands off the file and opening it up. He was about to make a point, and Trinity was about to attempt to actually kill someone that night.
"You, yourself are wanted for nearly every computer crime there is a law for." He began, flipping through printed out records of chatrooms and case file notes from various detectives. "You attack under the alias Trinity. And I'm quite sure nearly every federal agency would love to get their hands on you at this moment."
"Yeah, I'm sure they would." She replied quietly and maliciously. The words like jagged ice on her tongue. The man seemed amused by this little outburst.
"Which, without a doubt, brings us here." He closed the file. "My associates and I would be able to dispose of these records and files without complaint so you can start with a clean slate." He leaned back in his chair a little, his back still straight. "In return, of course, for your assitance in bringing a known criminal to justice."
Trinity's lips pursed in anger.
"You know this is some funny shit." She said cockily, the man looking a little curious. "This is all part of some fucking gag. The whole red-pill-blue-pill-the-whole-fucking-world-is-a-fucking-dream shit. And you had me fooled." The man was still silent, not really listening to her rant. Trinity got a little more angry. "You all sound like my fucking little sister! So please, who paid you? Was it that slut Linda?" The Agent pushed the folder aside from in front of him. "Who put you up to this?"
The man was amused at her outburst. He gave a grin that either meant he was on his last ropes or he was in fact humoured by Trinity.
"Fuck this. Fuck you! I don't have time for this." She said, leaning back and shaking her head. The man still had this wistful grin on his face as he reached into his pocket and gripped a metal box rather tightly.
"You're going to help us, whether you want to or not." He said.
"Screw you." She replied, looking away. The man opened the box, checking its contents.
"Words get you nowhere in this world." He said, looking at her again. Trinity was about to open up her mouth for a snappy comeback, completely infuriated with the man who denied her rights. But her mouth didn't open. She yanked her jaw and three thin slits opened on her face allowing air to come in once more before they sealed up completely.
Holy shit, she thought, reaching for the now bare spot on her face. The partner was nodded for and walked across the room to her. Erica felt him gruffly grab her arms and spin her around on the table, pinning her down with both fists over her head. The more she tried to cry out, the less it seemed to work. The man who had once been interrogating her awaited for the black shirt to be lifted away from her stomach, exposing the diminished frame. Her ribs were seen quite clearly through her pale skin.
The interrogator reached into the small pill box, pulling a object that looked like a metal plug from inside it. The small item dangled from his fingers, in Erica's vivid eyesight as she stared at it. The man turned it, making the small red light turn on as the bobble on the end began to liquify. Like some sort of sadistic embryo, it exploded as a centipede creature was born from within it.
Erica started struggling, pulling harder and harder as the men loomed over her.
The creature hit her stomach, crawling around until it found her naval and began to crawl inside.
Erica screamed.
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She sat up in bed, the blanket held to her skin by the clothes she was wearing. Her body was aching for air, heart pounding under her ribs almost like it were hitting the protective cage in her chest. Everything was spinning around her like mad, although not as blurry as before it was still painful to sit up. Trinity fell back on the bed, cringing as she hit the hard mattress with a crack in her back.
Cold sweat moved over her face. Annoyed, she wiped it away and turned on her side. She was getting tired again, the same fogs of sickness clouding her mind and making her sick with the way the room was tumbling in her vision.
The door opened quietly, as Morpheus crept back inside. She looked at him and was forced to close her eyes once more. The captain slid back inside, sitting on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her forehead, feeling the temperature to be almost beck at normal. He had to smile.
"Welcome back." He said quietly, knowing she was awake without even seeing or hearing her move. Trinity opened her eyes, but shut them tightly again because it made everything hurt. Morpheus brushed her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." She replied quickly, her throat hurting. Morpheus gave a small smile again, watching her open her eyes a lot more slowly this time. Her pupils focused now, fixated on Morpheus as they drifted again.
"You're getting better. The fever broke sometime while you were asleep."
Trinity gave a small and heavy exhale, breathing deeply and swallowing hard. "I'll just be happy when I can get out of this room."
Morpheus put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Save those feelings for some other time." Trinity groaned, relaxing against the pillow once more. Morpheus got up again, watching her breath even out as she went back into sleep. He reached for the door.
"Morpheus?" She asked him, a little more clearly this time. The captain stopped.
"Yes, Trinity?" He asked. She still had her eyes closed, breathing deeply.
"You never told me..." She began slowly, claiming all her thoughts. For a moment Morpheus had thought perhaps she had fallen back to sleep. But she continued after shifting a little on the flattened pillow. "You never told me what happened after I was arrested."
The captain sighed deeply, moving back to the bed and sitting at the end. Trinity looked at him with her eye half opened, watching him sit and continue the story. After her dreams, she had no idea about the gap of time. She hoped to fill in some of the story.
"Wraith and I exitted." He began slowly, remembering back. Trinity knew Morpheus. He liked remembering. "She left the rooftop and decided to get into a little bit of trouble..."
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Quinn wished she hadn't ran away. She wished she'd been arrested. The stone walls of a jail cell would have been warmer then the quickly dropping temperature of the city. The honks and beeps from beside her in the street weren't much comfort. They were all warm in their cars, driving home from going Christmas shopping and staring at the crazy girl in a blood covered sweater on the street. She passed by the department store where a giant Christmas tree stood decorated in the window, surrounded by beautiful toys. Erica and she never got a Christmas tree. They never got an easter bunny or a Santa Claus. They barely got toys. The only time they did get presents was from their grandmother who funded Erica's piano lessons and Quinn's art obssession. And then she died, and they were left on their own.
She buried her hands in her pockets and bit down on her bottom jaw to keep it from chattering. Blood had already stained through her jeans, moving down her leg. Her eyes were bloodshot and from a quick glance in the shop window, she knew that she resembled Erica with longer and curlier hair. Her bloodshot eyes, clammy skin, diminished look almost frightened her in the twilight.
"HEY! Erica! Long time, no see!" She turned to the street where a black corvette was just hovering at the sidewalk. The two men and woman in the car were laughing it up, the music turned down. The driver realized his mistake. "Oh! Hey, sorry. Thought you were someone else." Quinn looked away. The woman in the backseat said something.
"Hey! You're her kid sister right?" Quinn looked at the woman, sprawled in the back with a joint in her fingers. "Yeah! She doesn't talk about you. You're the one who killed her own mom right? Right?" She looked back at the car. "No! I remember! You were the one who killed he mom! Gwen, right?"
"Yeah. That's right." Quinn replied. She was on her last fibres of patience and didn't care whether her sister talked about her as the anal bitch from hell. She was about to go on a massacre any second.
"Well, you wanna come hang with us?" The driver asked her. Quinn shook her head. The woman moaned.
"Why not? It'll be really fun!" Quinn shook her head again and walked away, down the street.
The car honked its horns.
"Come on, kid." The driver said again. Quinn quickened her pace. The car continued to trail after her. The fourteen year old turned, about to shout something very nasty and prepared to suffer the consequences when two girls walking down in her direction did the job for her.
"Fuck you guys! She's walking here!" One said, brushing a lock of her dyed hair from her face with a black fingernail. The other stuck her middle finger in the air. Each were in leather, heavy spiked bracelets and fish net adornments. "You okay, hun?"
Quinn nodded, sure of herself. The goth on the right watched the car leave.
"Just ignore people like that." She began, pulling a lit cigarette back to her lips. She looked Quinn over, her blue eyes sensing something about her. "Hey. You doing anything tonight?"
"I..." Quinn was about to place a lie following that, but she had nothing to say. Nothing was good enough for the two girls who had basically saved her from Erica's less then intelligent friends. "No, I'm not."
"Well come on with us." The girl on the left beckoned. The fourteen year old didn't know whether to protest or not. "There's a pretty bitching party going on at Club Hell."
"Yeah, and Merv would love having some extra company there."
Quinn wasn't exactly sure she liked the sound of that. But that evening, she had seen her Aunt murdered by a man named Morpheus, her sister get arrested and was nearly killed by sinister business men who had showed up on her front lawn. Finally, she shrugged.
"I'm not really dressed for a Club." The two goths giggled a little.
"No problem. We've got some shit for you to wear." The one on the right opened up her bag and yanking some extra stuff out. Limp pieces of clothing, brushes and bobby pins and bracelets. Almost like they were expecting Quinn. The fourteen year old shrugged again.
"Sure. Why not?"
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Morpheus continued the first part of his story, but when he noticed Trinity's eye had closed over, he gave a small smile and pushed the blanket up around her shoulders. Her breathing was deep and even, hypnotic almost, if it weren't for the wheezing every time she inhaled. He touched her forehead once more as her brow furrowed in unconscious confusion. The skin was just about normal now, as he was proud to see. He checked on the plug in her arm once more before standing up silently and leaving Trinity to her dreams.
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Erica snapped awake, grabbing her stomach and trying to brush off anything that was crawling there. She fell off the bench, and her tailbone cracked agonizingly just as her head connected with the concrete floor as well. She groaned, biting her jaws together as she tightened a hand on the growing lump on her scalp.
The prison cell was empty and she was alone. Erica looked around frantically for the men in the suits and the tiny creature that had buried itself inside her. She clawed at her abdomen, the flesh at her fingertips. Her heartbeat was quickened, every sense perked by the massive adrenaline rush she received when she regained consciousness. Her leg muscles dropped her on the bench at the back of the cell and she shivered and broke into a bad cold sweat.
"Drug deprive." Her mind said quietly, and every voice in her head laughed. Trinity beat the back of her head against the wall, her stomach aching violently. There were footprints outside her cell and she looked up, curled in the back of her cell gasping from the severe pains starting in her stomach.
"Erica Parker?" She looked up at the sound of her own name. The guard pointed a thumb behind him at the front desk. "Your boyfriend's here to see you." Erica looked at the ground as the cell was opened and Wraith stood there, arms crossed. She smiled at him weakly, fighting against the massive reprieve from her emotions and walked to him. He hugged her tightly for effect. The guard moved away as the two stood in the cell together. Sensually he moved to her ear.
"I am going to warn you only once about this, copper-top." The name was to be insulting, but Erica didn't find it that way. "If you should do anything that compromises me getting you out, so help me I will kill you. That is a promise." His voice was deep but silent, every syllable rolling of his tongue gently. Erica nodded slowly as he moved back out of the cell and to the guard down the hall.
Erica heard the groans and the pounds of flesh as a body fell limp on the floor. The gun cocked in Wraith's fingers, handled expertly by the markman as he grabbed Erica by the wrist and aimed the gun ahead of him, moving through the local Police Department with ease.
The chaos was subdued with the firing of a single bullet into the air. The eighteen year old was pulled along, to the doors, Wraith shouting out threats he would no doubt fufill had anyone tried to stop him. He forced her outside into the night air where the sun was a crack in the sky. The gun was still facing inward and he pushed her to the car.
"Get in." He ordered.
"Why should I?" She asked him coldly.
"Because I just saved your ass." He replied, just as cruelly. "And we have to go get Morpheus while he saves your sister's." Wraith opened the door and shoved Erica inside, not caring whether she hit her head on the ceiling as she sat or not. He slammed the door.
Erica looked at the Police Station, the cops inside all watching and calling for help from various departments as Wraith tossed a small canister over his shoulder.
The explosion that followed was fairly small, but gas floated out and into the street. The officers at the window collapsed to the floor, and Wraith got into the car, slamming the door equally as hard behind him. As he did so, Erica grabbed the handle of her door and took a deep breath before she ran off down the street.
"DAMN IT!" Wraith shouted, starting the car and taking off.
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Questions, Comments, Genuine Ideas About Improvements of the Story...Please Review.
Protectress of Dalidon: I wrote in a little bit more about Quinn in this chapter, but I tried to stay with Erica most of the time, because I wouldn't want everything to just come onto Quinn, despite how much trouble she gets into.
Alocin: If you really think about it, would you want to take either pill after the little choice game he plays with your mind? Morpheus is too smart for his own good. He's like Splinter from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
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Chapter 5: And It Won't Leave Me Alone
Defeat. The crushing wounds were moving over her shoulders and weighing her down as she was pushed into the small metal chair in the interrogation room. Erica showed no fear to the police officers who walked out, the blood oozing down her white cheek slowly as it made itself into a scab under her eye. The pain in her muscles was starting to grow as she relaxed and the kinks in her shoulders and legs started to make themselves known. She shifted uncomfortably.
Afraid? The word didn't mean anything to Erica. What was she afraid of? Losing Quinn? She was probably going to jail for the supposed murder of her Aunt and was more then likely going to be found as the hacker, Trinity, in no time flat. And for the past three years, she'd been losing Quinn anyways. Her presence (or lack there of) would not be sorrowly missed by the older sibling, as dear as she may be.
The door was opened again by two very stone looking gentlemen, each in suits with an odd looking hearing aid poking out of their ears. Trinity stared them in the face, their eyes meeting for a moment as he stared through the polished and gleaming surfaces of dark sunglasses. Her eyes were the same blue-gray, but they weren't sad anymore and hung down. They were angry, with the illusions of fire burning in her irises. The man gave a cocky little smirk.
"Hello Trinity." He said, sliding into the seat in front of her. His voice was flowing, melodic almost, yet deep and frightening like a demon from a children's fairytale. "I must admit, you have given us a pretty difficult time tonight." He annunciated all his t's with a sharp tone of arrogance. The hacker looked at him, as he set a folder on the table in front of him. His partner guarded the door.
"I know how much you dislike small talk so we'll skip straight to the point." He began slowly, folding his hands over the folder. "My associates and I believe that you have been contacted by a dangerous felon by the alias Morpheus."
Her eyes came off the table and looked at him at the mention of the name. "Great." She thought. "Now you've screwed yourself. You've basically hung a sign around your neck that says PLEASE. KILL ME NOW." The man seemed impressed, taking his hands off the file and opening it up. He was about to make a point, and Trinity was about to attempt to actually kill someone that night.
"You, yourself are wanted for nearly every computer crime there is a law for." He began, flipping through printed out records of chatrooms and case file notes from various detectives. "You attack under the alias Trinity. And I'm quite sure nearly every federal agency would love to get their hands on you at this moment."
"Yeah, I'm sure they would." She replied quietly and maliciously. The words like jagged ice on her tongue. The man seemed amused by this little outburst.
"Which, without a doubt, brings us here." He closed the file. "My associates and I would be able to dispose of these records and files without complaint so you can start with a clean slate." He leaned back in his chair a little, his back still straight. "In return, of course, for your assitance in bringing a known criminal to justice."
Trinity's lips pursed in anger.
"You know this is some funny shit." She said cockily, the man looking a little curious. "This is all part of some fucking gag. The whole red-pill-blue-pill-the-whole-fucking-world-is-a-fucking-dream shit. And you had me fooled." The man was still silent, not really listening to her rant. Trinity got a little more angry. "You all sound like my fucking little sister! So please, who paid you? Was it that slut Linda?" The Agent pushed the folder aside from in front of him. "Who put you up to this?"
The man was amused at her outburst. He gave a grin that either meant he was on his last ropes or he was in fact humoured by Trinity.
"Fuck this. Fuck you! I don't have time for this." She said, leaning back and shaking her head. The man still had this wistful grin on his face as he reached into his pocket and gripped a metal box rather tightly.
"You're going to help us, whether you want to or not." He said.
"Screw you." She replied, looking away. The man opened the box, checking its contents.
"Words get you nowhere in this world." He said, looking at her again. Trinity was about to open up her mouth for a snappy comeback, completely infuriated with the man who denied her rights. But her mouth didn't open. She yanked her jaw and three thin slits opened on her face allowing air to come in once more before they sealed up completely.
Holy shit, she thought, reaching for the now bare spot on her face. The partner was nodded for and walked across the room to her. Erica felt him gruffly grab her arms and spin her around on the table, pinning her down with both fists over her head. The more she tried to cry out, the less it seemed to work. The man who had once been interrogating her awaited for the black shirt to be lifted away from her stomach, exposing the diminished frame. Her ribs were seen quite clearly through her pale skin.
The interrogator reached into the small pill box, pulling a object that looked like a metal plug from inside it. The small item dangled from his fingers, in Erica's vivid eyesight as she stared at it. The man turned it, making the small red light turn on as the bobble on the end began to liquify. Like some sort of sadistic embryo, it exploded as a centipede creature was born from within it.
Erica started struggling, pulling harder and harder as the men loomed over her.
The creature hit her stomach, crawling around until it found her naval and began to crawl inside.
Erica screamed.
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She sat up in bed, the blanket held to her skin by the clothes she was wearing. Her body was aching for air, heart pounding under her ribs almost like it were hitting the protective cage in her chest. Everything was spinning around her like mad, although not as blurry as before it was still painful to sit up. Trinity fell back on the bed, cringing as she hit the hard mattress with a crack in her back.
Cold sweat moved over her face. Annoyed, she wiped it away and turned on her side. She was getting tired again, the same fogs of sickness clouding her mind and making her sick with the way the room was tumbling in her vision.
The door opened quietly, as Morpheus crept back inside. She looked at him and was forced to close her eyes once more. The captain slid back inside, sitting on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her forehead, feeling the temperature to be almost beck at normal. He had to smile.
"Welcome back." He said quietly, knowing she was awake without even seeing or hearing her move. Trinity opened her eyes, but shut them tightly again because it made everything hurt. Morpheus brushed her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." She replied quickly, her throat hurting. Morpheus gave a small smile again, watching her open her eyes a lot more slowly this time. Her pupils focused now, fixated on Morpheus as they drifted again.
"You're getting better. The fever broke sometime while you were asleep."
Trinity gave a small and heavy exhale, breathing deeply and swallowing hard. "I'll just be happy when I can get out of this room."
Morpheus put a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Save those feelings for some other time." Trinity groaned, relaxing against the pillow once more. Morpheus got up again, watching her breath even out as she went back into sleep. He reached for the door.
"Morpheus?" She asked him, a little more clearly this time. The captain stopped.
"Yes, Trinity?" He asked. She still had her eyes closed, breathing deeply.
"You never told me..." She began slowly, claiming all her thoughts. For a moment Morpheus had thought perhaps she had fallen back to sleep. But she continued after shifting a little on the flattened pillow. "You never told me what happened after I was arrested."
The captain sighed deeply, moving back to the bed and sitting at the end. Trinity looked at him with her eye half opened, watching him sit and continue the story. After her dreams, she had no idea about the gap of time. She hoped to fill in some of the story.
"Wraith and I exitted." He began slowly, remembering back. Trinity knew Morpheus. He liked remembering. "She left the rooftop and decided to get into a little bit of trouble..."
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Quinn wished she hadn't ran away. She wished she'd been arrested. The stone walls of a jail cell would have been warmer then the quickly dropping temperature of the city. The honks and beeps from beside her in the street weren't much comfort. They were all warm in their cars, driving home from going Christmas shopping and staring at the crazy girl in a blood covered sweater on the street. She passed by the department store where a giant Christmas tree stood decorated in the window, surrounded by beautiful toys. Erica and she never got a Christmas tree. They never got an easter bunny or a Santa Claus. They barely got toys. The only time they did get presents was from their grandmother who funded Erica's piano lessons and Quinn's art obssession. And then she died, and they were left on their own.
She buried her hands in her pockets and bit down on her bottom jaw to keep it from chattering. Blood had already stained through her jeans, moving down her leg. Her eyes were bloodshot and from a quick glance in the shop window, she knew that she resembled Erica with longer and curlier hair. Her bloodshot eyes, clammy skin, diminished look almost frightened her in the twilight.
"HEY! Erica! Long time, no see!" She turned to the street where a black corvette was just hovering at the sidewalk. The two men and woman in the car were laughing it up, the music turned down. The driver realized his mistake. "Oh! Hey, sorry. Thought you were someone else." Quinn looked away. The woman in the backseat said something.
"Hey! You're her kid sister right?" Quinn looked at the woman, sprawled in the back with a joint in her fingers. "Yeah! She doesn't talk about you. You're the one who killed her own mom right? Right?" She looked back at the car. "No! I remember! You were the one who killed he mom! Gwen, right?"
"Yeah. That's right." Quinn replied. She was on her last fibres of patience and didn't care whether her sister talked about her as the anal bitch from hell. She was about to go on a massacre any second.
"Well, you wanna come hang with us?" The driver asked her. Quinn shook her head. The woman moaned.
"Why not? It'll be really fun!" Quinn shook her head again and walked away, down the street.
The car honked its horns.
"Come on, kid." The driver said again. Quinn quickened her pace. The car continued to trail after her. The fourteen year old turned, about to shout something very nasty and prepared to suffer the consequences when two girls walking down in her direction did the job for her.
"Fuck you guys! She's walking here!" One said, brushing a lock of her dyed hair from her face with a black fingernail. The other stuck her middle finger in the air. Each were in leather, heavy spiked bracelets and fish net adornments. "You okay, hun?"
Quinn nodded, sure of herself. The goth on the right watched the car leave.
"Just ignore people like that." She began, pulling a lit cigarette back to her lips. She looked Quinn over, her blue eyes sensing something about her. "Hey. You doing anything tonight?"
"I..." Quinn was about to place a lie following that, but she had nothing to say. Nothing was good enough for the two girls who had basically saved her from Erica's less then intelligent friends. "No, I'm not."
"Well come on with us." The girl on the left beckoned. The fourteen year old didn't know whether to protest or not. "There's a pretty bitching party going on at Club Hell."
"Yeah, and Merv would love having some extra company there."
Quinn wasn't exactly sure she liked the sound of that. But that evening, she had seen her Aunt murdered by a man named Morpheus, her sister get arrested and was nearly killed by sinister business men who had showed up on her front lawn. Finally, she shrugged.
"I'm not really dressed for a Club." The two goths giggled a little.
"No problem. We've got some shit for you to wear." The one on the right opened up her bag and yanking some extra stuff out. Limp pieces of clothing, brushes and bobby pins and bracelets. Almost like they were expecting Quinn. The fourteen year old shrugged again.
"Sure. Why not?"
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Morpheus continued the first part of his story, but when he noticed Trinity's eye had closed over, he gave a small smile and pushed the blanket up around her shoulders. Her breathing was deep and even, hypnotic almost, if it weren't for the wheezing every time she inhaled. He touched her forehead once more as her brow furrowed in unconscious confusion. The skin was just about normal now, as he was proud to see. He checked on the plug in her arm once more before standing up silently and leaving Trinity to her dreams.
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Erica snapped awake, grabbing her stomach and trying to brush off anything that was crawling there. She fell off the bench, and her tailbone cracked agonizingly just as her head connected with the concrete floor as well. She groaned, biting her jaws together as she tightened a hand on the growing lump on her scalp.
The prison cell was empty and she was alone. Erica looked around frantically for the men in the suits and the tiny creature that had buried itself inside her. She clawed at her abdomen, the flesh at her fingertips. Her heartbeat was quickened, every sense perked by the massive adrenaline rush she received when she regained consciousness. Her leg muscles dropped her on the bench at the back of the cell and she shivered and broke into a bad cold sweat.
"Drug deprive." Her mind said quietly, and every voice in her head laughed. Trinity beat the back of her head against the wall, her stomach aching violently. There were footprints outside her cell and she looked up, curled in the back of her cell gasping from the severe pains starting in her stomach.
"Erica Parker?" She looked up at the sound of her own name. The guard pointed a thumb behind him at the front desk. "Your boyfriend's here to see you." Erica looked at the ground as the cell was opened and Wraith stood there, arms crossed. She smiled at him weakly, fighting against the massive reprieve from her emotions and walked to him. He hugged her tightly for effect. The guard moved away as the two stood in the cell together. Sensually he moved to her ear.
"I am going to warn you only once about this, copper-top." The name was to be insulting, but Erica didn't find it that way. "If you should do anything that compromises me getting you out, so help me I will kill you. That is a promise." His voice was deep but silent, every syllable rolling of his tongue gently. Erica nodded slowly as he moved back out of the cell and to the guard down the hall.
Erica heard the groans and the pounds of flesh as a body fell limp on the floor. The gun cocked in Wraith's fingers, handled expertly by the markman as he grabbed Erica by the wrist and aimed the gun ahead of him, moving through the local Police Department with ease.
The chaos was subdued with the firing of a single bullet into the air. The eighteen year old was pulled along, to the doors, Wraith shouting out threats he would no doubt fufill had anyone tried to stop him. He forced her outside into the night air where the sun was a crack in the sky. The gun was still facing inward and he pushed her to the car.
"Get in." He ordered.
"Why should I?" She asked him coldly.
"Because I just saved your ass." He replied, just as cruelly. "And we have to go get Morpheus while he saves your sister's." Wraith opened the door and shoved Erica inside, not caring whether she hit her head on the ceiling as she sat or not. He slammed the door.
Erica looked at the Police Station, the cops inside all watching and calling for help from various departments as Wraith tossed a small canister over his shoulder.
The explosion that followed was fairly small, but gas floated out and into the street. The officers at the window collapsed to the floor, and Wraith got into the car, slamming the door equally as hard behind him. As he did so, Erica grabbed the handle of her door and took a deep breath before she ran off down the street.
"DAMN IT!" Wraith shouted, starting the car and taking off.
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Questions, Comments, Genuine Ideas About Improvements of the Story...Please Review.