Hi! Thanks to those who reviewed, I am ever grateful! As usual, I don't
own LXG, just Katrina and Phillip North. Oketa, the rest of this story is
told from Katrina's view, so I won't have a few scenes and then I will have
a few scenes with her and other characters. By the way, I'm not very well
versed in Victorian lingo, so if one of the characters says something very
90's to 2004, it's just a culture collision. This chapter is very short,
because I only have her interacting with one character. Hope you enjoy!
A.L.~ Sorry, I shortened your name. I am glad you like it and I hope you keep reading! Here's a cookie for the review. *gives cookie*
Clez ~ Thanks for the review! Glad you like Katrina's feistiness. That's my favorite thing about her, too. She isn't very feisty in this chapter, though. I'll bring it back, though. I'm glad you like my version of Dorian, too. Here's a cookie! *gives cookie*
And now, ACTION!
After going back to her cabin, Katrina felt a little guilty at leaving. I just didn't want to sit there by myself, she thought. She looked at the food, and even though it looked incredibly good, she just didn't feel like eating. Don't be so worried, she told herself, it's not like Nemo's mad at you. Katrina frowned and almost like she was talking to another person, she said aloud, "I'm not worried about that." "Worried about what?" She jumped when she got a response. She turned around, but no one was there. She began to freak for a moment when she realized the phenomenon was Skinner when she heard him again say, "So what're ya worried about?" As her heartbeat began to go back to normal, she yelled, "Skinner!"
"What?" He said innocently.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack! And don't even think about sitting anywhere, since I don't want you naked and on my furniture."
"Sorry 'bout that. So what aren't ya worried about luv? Ol' Rodney's here to calm your nerves."
"Why doesn't that make me feel better?"
"Oh, c'mon now. I know that beneath that rough exterior you're diein' to tell somebody something. Now, tell me!" Katrina laughed in spite of herself. He sounded like a child being deprived of a toy on Christmas. "Alright, if you insist."
"Oh, I insist, I insist!"
Katrina laughed and shook her head. "Alright, I'll explain. I asked to eat in my quarters instead of the dining hall and my brain thought that I was worried that Nemo would be upset. That's what I wasn't worried about. Now, if you please, I would like to get back to my dinner." She turned around in her chair, but Skinner persisted. "If you aren't worried about that, then what are you worried about?" She swiveled around and glared at where she thought he was.
"Over here, luv." A flower from the vase by her bed was picked up and waved.
"Alright, alright. I'm worried and angry." Skinner grabbed a chair and turned it around to sit in it. This time she didn't object. No one ever actually sat down and talked to her. Her father hadn't. He had been too busy. If he ever did, it was when Katrina was in trouble. So she felt a little happy when he sat down. Someone actually cared enough to sit down and talk to her. That was what probably made her tell the truth to him. "I'm angry at Allan. I'm worried we'll fail."
"Why is it that you hate Quatermain so much?" Skinner asked curiously.
"Well," Suddenly she stopped. Should I tell him? Okay, I will, "my family, we lived a very quiet life in Greece. My father was a historian, my mother a librarian, and I was studying art. We knew of my father's power, but he didn't use it, only researched what he could do. Then we found out that I had inherited my father's damn power. I was so upset. But I hid it from the world. Then my father went to give a speech about electricity to some university students and he met Allan bloody Quatermain. Allan was tracking down some spies and they went into my father's seminar. They crashed it, and my father, revealing his power helped him. Afterwards, they sat down and talked, then became friends. I became upset. I was afraid that if my father spent too much time with this man, then he would want to be a hero. I couldn't have that. I didn't want that. But Allan left, and I breathed a sigh of relief."
She paused, trying to remember the events. "But he came back. And he took my father on a bloody mission. The worry was what killed my mother. He came back and we buried her. Father sent Allan on his way. He was so positive that she would never have dies had it not been for him. While I thought Allan leaving would be good, I was wrong. Instead, it fueled my father to more bloody missions until he died a week ago. I never forgave Allan for what he did to my nice, peaceful family. I had hardly ever used my powers until my father forced me to learn. But, God, did I hate Allan Quatermain. I cursed the name and I never forgave him for what he did. That, Skinner, is why I hate him." She looked at the chair, but of course didn't see anything. But he said to her, "I see. So the old hunter pissed you off by making your father save the world?"
"Precisely."
"Ah. And that's a bad thing?"
She looked down at her hands. "Ya see, luv, what I got out of your story was that you were being a bit harsh on Allan and your father. It isn't a bad thing that he went out to save the world. It's common knowledge that that's usually a good thing. All I'm saying is that maybe you should forgive the old boy for once. Think about it." Skinner got up and left. Katrina, after hearing the story from her own mouth, felt a little silly at what she had done and all the anger she had built up over the years. Maybe I should apologize, she thought to herself. She looked through the window at the sky, deciding in a strange way that she should. With a smile on her lips, she got up and left the room.
Okay, okay, I know horrific cliffhanger. But I figured to myself that it was time to end that chapter. Thanks so much to my reviewers! *hands cookies* You rock! Hope ya liked and hope you leave a review! ~freedomfighter
A.L.~ Sorry, I shortened your name. I am glad you like it and I hope you keep reading! Here's a cookie for the review. *gives cookie*
Clez ~ Thanks for the review! Glad you like Katrina's feistiness. That's my favorite thing about her, too. She isn't very feisty in this chapter, though. I'll bring it back, though. I'm glad you like my version of Dorian, too. Here's a cookie! *gives cookie*
And now, ACTION!
After going back to her cabin, Katrina felt a little guilty at leaving. I just didn't want to sit there by myself, she thought. She looked at the food, and even though it looked incredibly good, she just didn't feel like eating. Don't be so worried, she told herself, it's not like Nemo's mad at you. Katrina frowned and almost like she was talking to another person, she said aloud, "I'm not worried about that." "Worried about what?" She jumped when she got a response. She turned around, but no one was there. She began to freak for a moment when she realized the phenomenon was Skinner when she heard him again say, "So what're ya worried about?" As her heartbeat began to go back to normal, she yelled, "Skinner!"
"What?" He said innocently.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack! And don't even think about sitting anywhere, since I don't want you naked and on my furniture."
"Sorry 'bout that. So what aren't ya worried about luv? Ol' Rodney's here to calm your nerves."
"Why doesn't that make me feel better?"
"Oh, c'mon now. I know that beneath that rough exterior you're diein' to tell somebody something. Now, tell me!" Katrina laughed in spite of herself. He sounded like a child being deprived of a toy on Christmas. "Alright, if you insist."
"Oh, I insist, I insist!"
Katrina laughed and shook her head. "Alright, I'll explain. I asked to eat in my quarters instead of the dining hall and my brain thought that I was worried that Nemo would be upset. That's what I wasn't worried about. Now, if you please, I would like to get back to my dinner." She turned around in her chair, but Skinner persisted. "If you aren't worried about that, then what are you worried about?" She swiveled around and glared at where she thought he was.
"Over here, luv." A flower from the vase by her bed was picked up and waved.
"Alright, alright. I'm worried and angry." Skinner grabbed a chair and turned it around to sit in it. This time she didn't object. No one ever actually sat down and talked to her. Her father hadn't. He had been too busy. If he ever did, it was when Katrina was in trouble. So she felt a little happy when he sat down. Someone actually cared enough to sit down and talk to her. That was what probably made her tell the truth to him. "I'm angry at Allan. I'm worried we'll fail."
"Why is it that you hate Quatermain so much?" Skinner asked curiously.
"Well," Suddenly she stopped. Should I tell him? Okay, I will, "my family, we lived a very quiet life in Greece. My father was a historian, my mother a librarian, and I was studying art. We knew of my father's power, but he didn't use it, only researched what he could do. Then we found out that I had inherited my father's damn power. I was so upset. But I hid it from the world. Then my father went to give a speech about electricity to some university students and he met Allan bloody Quatermain. Allan was tracking down some spies and they went into my father's seminar. They crashed it, and my father, revealing his power helped him. Afterwards, they sat down and talked, then became friends. I became upset. I was afraid that if my father spent too much time with this man, then he would want to be a hero. I couldn't have that. I didn't want that. But Allan left, and I breathed a sigh of relief."
She paused, trying to remember the events. "But he came back. And he took my father on a bloody mission. The worry was what killed my mother. He came back and we buried her. Father sent Allan on his way. He was so positive that she would never have dies had it not been for him. While I thought Allan leaving would be good, I was wrong. Instead, it fueled my father to more bloody missions until he died a week ago. I never forgave Allan for what he did to my nice, peaceful family. I had hardly ever used my powers until my father forced me to learn. But, God, did I hate Allan Quatermain. I cursed the name and I never forgave him for what he did. That, Skinner, is why I hate him." She looked at the chair, but of course didn't see anything. But he said to her, "I see. So the old hunter pissed you off by making your father save the world?"
"Precisely."
"Ah. And that's a bad thing?"
She looked down at her hands. "Ya see, luv, what I got out of your story was that you were being a bit harsh on Allan and your father. It isn't a bad thing that he went out to save the world. It's common knowledge that that's usually a good thing. All I'm saying is that maybe you should forgive the old boy for once. Think about it." Skinner got up and left. Katrina, after hearing the story from her own mouth, felt a little silly at what she had done and all the anger she had built up over the years. Maybe I should apologize, she thought to herself. She looked through the window at the sky, deciding in a strange way that she should. With a smile on her lips, she got up and left the room.
Okay, okay, I know horrific cliffhanger. But I figured to myself that it was time to end that chapter. Thanks so much to my reviewers! *hands cookies* You rock! Hope ya liked and hope you leave a review! ~freedomfighter