He was surrounded by metal and yet felt as if he was standing there alone. Roger Smith felt like he had just slipped on another layer of skin as he slid comfortably into the control unit of Big O. This was more than an organized heap of metal...it was what was standing between himself and death. And even as rare a find as a megadeus is, Roger knew that this one was greater than the norm...just like his life. And now Big O was knee-deep in what once was a thriving city street.
...The people in the Smith living room crowded in front of the large window to see Big O defend them. It made Dorothy sick as she mentally compared them to a bunch of bloodthirsty tourists, awaiting the main attraction. She could take it no longer, and walked helplessly back to the bedroom.
Dorothy drowned herself in bed sheets, still warm from the heated love making that had gone on. As the heat of Roger and Dorothy's passion began to slowly fade against her now clothed skin, Dorothy felt as though she should cry, but for some reason nothing came from that desire. The black bed glowed from the reflection of the lava beneath the room. Gently the room throbbed with the pains of the earth. As much as it hurt, Dorothy knew in the depths of her heart that Roger was safe.
All kinds of thoughts began to grip her senses. Many flashed through her head, most of them starting with 'What if...' Roger had never once lied to her...it was a truth that she sometimes forgot. And tonight he promised his life to her. He wouldn't let anyone take it from her after all they had been through. And he promised to come home again...and Dorothy found an inner sense of peace, if only for a moment, knowing that the love of her life was out there fighting for her.
...She would have screamed, but Dorothy had not the strength by the time the stinging stopped. A bang faded to darkness as her capture said quietly,
"Will you bleed for the one you fear?"
...Roger snorted in disgust as Rosewater stood on the roof of Paradigm Headquarters and began speaking into a megaphone.
"What do you think of your new world, the one I have created? The weak have been swallowed and the strong have survived. Now you will live underneath a new deity...citizens of Aemoh!"
Roger could hear the shouts of protest from his living room. Who was this man to proclaim himself a god and to change their city's name? Who was he to slaughter their friends, sons, daughters, wives, mothers, fathers, and husbands? They couldn't have all been so weak.
"You are no god Rosewater!" cried Roger. "And we will not allow you to take what is ours!"
The people cheered as Roger formed a grin across his lips. His adrenaline was at an all time high, and his senses were as sharp as they could be.
"I already have what you love, Roger Smith."
Roger cocked an eyebrow as Rosewater stepped out of sight. He stared up at the balloon in the sky, it's eyes now flashing red...
..."I have brought her, sir."
"You have done well Ahren. Or should I call ::you:: by that name miss Wayneright?"
Dorothy's arms were bound by a metal bar above her head on a cross-shaped piece of what felt like concrete. Her feet were bound in the same way beneath her. Her prison was on wheels, as if Rosewater intended all of this.
When Dorothy remained silent, Rosewater became visibly agitated. His features softened as he said,
"What can I give you Dorothy? Money? Power? Tell me what you want and you will get it. All I ask is for you to hand me Roger Smith."
She winced as he moved closer to gently cup her face in his rough hands.
"After all, you are the only one who can."
Dorothy moved quickly to bite Rosewater's hand. He yelped and backed away.
"I would rather die!"
Ahren chuckled.
"She speaks." she mumbled.
"Silence!" Rosewater snapped.
Ahren, insulted, crossed her arms in front of her.
"Ahren, see if you can't make miss Wayneright change her mind."
"As you wish..."
When Rosewater reached the door, Ahren whispered, "...stupid bastard..." Then she turned to Dorothy.
This woman Rosewater called Ahren was tall and a bit heavy. She wore a loose, black dress that covered her entire body, and a black vale that put a shadow over her eyes, which caught a quick glance at Dorothy's engagement ring.
"So, you're in love with Roger Smith? Isn't that a bit risky? After all, he's always putting his life on the line for a city that despises him. Why would you want to risk coming home to a corpse?"
"I love Roger Smith."
"Love? Nobody really knows what love is. Of all people to figure it out, are you telling me that a newly transformed bio-andriod is the one who finds it? Besides, if it weren't for Bart Neilson you wouldn't even be able to love. So really, your love is man made."
"He may have given me a new way of life," Dorothy replied quickly, "But he couldn't have made me love Roger or anyone. That is my own genuine feeling!"
Ahren punched Dorothy in the stomach...hard...and she felt as if the world was spinning out of control. Dorothy let her head drop. Ahren picked it up and slammed it on the back of the concrete cross.
"Help Rosewater in his quest and your suffering will finally be ended. There is only death if you refuse him. Or worse...life without Roger. Can you live with that?"
Dorothy's eyes stung as Ahren punched her in the face. Again she let her head drop so that she was staring at the floor. Blood dripped for the corner of her mouth as she heard Ahren scream and stutter,
"W-what, y-you were supposed t-to be d-dead!"
Dorothy looked up just in time to see Ahren, who's back was turned to her, throw her head back in pain and fall to the floor with a scream. A puddle of blood began to find its way from beneath the woman's body seconds later.
Dorothy was in disbelief of who was standing in front of her. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her. She had been hit hard, maybe she had died. No, she was in too much pain to be dead....the thought that she might be hallucinating was more tangible.
But just as quickly as these thoughts had formed, they disappeared just as quickly as the blonde bombshell with giant white wings released her from her crucifixion.
Just as the woman before her disappeared, Dorothy managed to whisper,
"Angel..."
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Wow...what do you think so far? Thank you to everyone for your patience. It is greatly appreciated. I've been taking careful consideration in all the advice I have received. It has been very helpful. Arigato! ^_~ Something you should note: "Aemoh" is Russian for Demon, and as I mentioned before, "Ahren" is Russian for Angel. More is coming soon, so stay tuned!
~*Tori*~
...The people in the Smith living room crowded in front of the large window to see Big O defend them. It made Dorothy sick as she mentally compared them to a bunch of bloodthirsty tourists, awaiting the main attraction. She could take it no longer, and walked helplessly back to the bedroom.
Dorothy drowned herself in bed sheets, still warm from the heated love making that had gone on. As the heat of Roger and Dorothy's passion began to slowly fade against her now clothed skin, Dorothy felt as though she should cry, but for some reason nothing came from that desire. The black bed glowed from the reflection of the lava beneath the room. Gently the room throbbed with the pains of the earth. As much as it hurt, Dorothy knew in the depths of her heart that Roger was safe.
All kinds of thoughts began to grip her senses. Many flashed through her head, most of them starting with 'What if...' Roger had never once lied to her...it was a truth that she sometimes forgot. And tonight he promised his life to her. He wouldn't let anyone take it from her after all they had been through. And he promised to come home again...and Dorothy found an inner sense of peace, if only for a moment, knowing that the love of her life was out there fighting for her.
...She would have screamed, but Dorothy had not the strength by the time the stinging stopped. A bang faded to darkness as her capture said quietly,
"Will you bleed for the one you fear?"
...Roger snorted in disgust as Rosewater stood on the roof of Paradigm Headquarters and began speaking into a megaphone.
"What do you think of your new world, the one I have created? The weak have been swallowed and the strong have survived. Now you will live underneath a new deity...citizens of Aemoh!"
Roger could hear the shouts of protest from his living room. Who was this man to proclaim himself a god and to change their city's name? Who was he to slaughter their friends, sons, daughters, wives, mothers, fathers, and husbands? They couldn't have all been so weak.
"You are no god Rosewater!" cried Roger. "And we will not allow you to take what is ours!"
The people cheered as Roger formed a grin across his lips. His adrenaline was at an all time high, and his senses were as sharp as they could be.
"I already have what you love, Roger Smith."
Roger cocked an eyebrow as Rosewater stepped out of sight. He stared up at the balloon in the sky, it's eyes now flashing red...
..."I have brought her, sir."
"You have done well Ahren. Or should I call ::you:: by that name miss Wayneright?"
Dorothy's arms were bound by a metal bar above her head on a cross-shaped piece of what felt like concrete. Her feet were bound in the same way beneath her. Her prison was on wheels, as if Rosewater intended all of this.
When Dorothy remained silent, Rosewater became visibly agitated. His features softened as he said,
"What can I give you Dorothy? Money? Power? Tell me what you want and you will get it. All I ask is for you to hand me Roger Smith."
She winced as he moved closer to gently cup her face in his rough hands.
"After all, you are the only one who can."
Dorothy moved quickly to bite Rosewater's hand. He yelped and backed away.
"I would rather die!"
Ahren chuckled.
"She speaks." she mumbled.
"Silence!" Rosewater snapped.
Ahren, insulted, crossed her arms in front of her.
"Ahren, see if you can't make miss Wayneright change her mind."
"As you wish..."
When Rosewater reached the door, Ahren whispered, "...stupid bastard..." Then she turned to Dorothy.
This woman Rosewater called Ahren was tall and a bit heavy. She wore a loose, black dress that covered her entire body, and a black vale that put a shadow over her eyes, which caught a quick glance at Dorothy's engagement ring.
"So, you're in love with Roger Smith? Isn't that a bit risky? After all, he's always putting his life on the line for a city that despises him. Why would you want to risk coming home to a corpse?"
"I love Roger Smith."
"Love? Nobody really knows what love is. Of all people to figure it out, are you telling me that a newly transformed bio-andriod is the one who finds it? Besides, if it weren't for Bart Neilson you wouldn't even be able to love. So really, your love is man made."
"He may have given me a new way of life," Dorothy replied quickly, "But he couldn't have made me love Roger or anyone. That is my own genuine feeling!"
Ahren punched Dorothy in the stomach...hard...and she felt as if the world was spinning out of control. Dorothy let her head drop. Ahren picked it up and slammed it on the back of the concrete cross.
"Help Rosewater in his quest and your suffering will finally be ended. There is only death if you refuse him. Or worse...life without Roger. Can you live with that?"
Dorothy's eyes stung as Ahren punched her in the face. Again she let her head drop so that she was staring at the floor. Blood dripped for the corner of her mouth as she heard Ahren scream and stutter,
"W-what, y-you were supposed t-to be d-dead!"
Dorothy looked up just in time to see Ahren, who's back was turned to her, throw her head back in pain and fall to the floor with a scream. A puddle of blood began to find its way from beneath the woman's body seconds later.
Dorothy was in disbelief of who was standing in front of her. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her. She had been hit hard, maybe she had died. No, she was in too much pain to be dead....the thought that she might be hallucinating was more tangible.
But just as quickly as these thoughts had formed, they disappeared just as quickly as the blonde bombshell with giant white wings released her from her crucifixion.
Just as the woman before her disappeared, Dorothy managed to whisper,
"Angel..."
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Wow...what do you think so far? Thank you to everyone for your patience. It is greatly appreciated. I've been taking careful consideration in all the advice I have received. It has been very helpful. Arigato! ^_~ Something you should note: "Aemoh" is Russian for Demon, and as I mentioned before, "Ahren" is Russian for Angel. More is coming soon, so stay tuned!
~*Tori*~