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Chapter Three
Complication of feelings and the sweet taste of revenge.
Roger laid upon the hood of his car, the rain flew from the heavens and dampened his soft skin. He rested his head against his hands and felt the tiny droplets of rain hit his face and run down his neck. Every once in awhile, he'd squirm slightly from the sensation of cool liquid. His head spun from current events, confusion clouded his thoughts and this time, it was not his routine thoughts.
Usually, Roger would worry about the memories of Paradigm and the problems they created. However, now he was thinking of something he'd hadn't considered in awhile, something that consistently eluded him.
Love.
'Why did I buy that bracelet for Dorothy? I know I've bought her things before, like flowers but nothing like this. And what attracted me to it was it's colour; mauve, the mauve in Dorothy's eyes. It almost drew me into it, it was almost like my destiny to buy it for her. It's funny I consider to be a realist but I seem to rely in destiny more and more these days. But what of Angel? I always believed that I had romantic feelings for her but now I'm not so sure. She is beautiful, but then again Dorothy is unique. I've even complimented on her once or twice before.
Her playing,
Her eye's,
Her; body.' Suddenly images flashed in his mind, like earlier that evening. He saw every curve and cute swerve of her body.
"What am I doing!! I partially undressing her with my mind!!" He yelled into the night sky, hoping no one else heard that. Shaking his thoughts away, he suddenly heard a beeping from inside the car.
Roger slid off the car and opened the door, climbing in, dripping wet he answered the call.
"Yes Norman, what is it?" He read distress in his in the butler's eyes.
"Oh dear. Master Roger, it's Dorothy, she missing sir." He gasped and pulled the receiver closer to his mouth.
"What! How?" Norman looked down in shame.
"I'm so sorry sir, you see she was meant to be back now, but has not returned, I fear for the worst sir."
"It's alright Norman, where did you ask her to go." Norman soon told him where she had headed and with a fuelled passion, he drove toward the city's town centre.
He slammed down his foot, as hard as he could, making an attempt to move faster. His mind and heart overflowed with worry, what if Dorothy were hurt? What would he do?
'I hope nothing bad has happened to her, if that Beck has got my Dorothy, I'll rip out his hand's from their sockets!' He suddenly switched his foot from acceleration, to brake. He started blankly out the window, at the damp road before him. Luckily no one was behind him, otherwise he'd have a lot of money to dish out.
He could hardly believe what he just said. "Did I just refer Dorothy as being 'mine,' as in 'my' own!" His eye's bulged out and a solitary sweat drop ran down his pale cheek.
'No, I must make sense of that later, now I need to find Dorothy and make sure she's okay.' His car sped off into the bitter nights air, his heart pounded wildly. He couldn't't live with himself if something happened to her.
From the radiance of a single light bulb, in the shabbiest, shadiest hotel room. Dorothy laid upon a old, rusty bed, as Beck prepared to fiddle with her circuitry.
He placed a rather large pair of goggles over his shifty eye's and opened her main frame. Wires consumed most of the space, picking up a small pair of wire cutters - taking one last gulp, Beck entered her main frame.
Many hours had passed as he fiddled with different coloured supports. He was about to remove another when Dorothy spoke.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He chucked hysterically.
"And what makes you so sure - I did pass mechanics one oh one!" He gloated blissfully, Dorothy peered down at her open frame and eyed him with great uncertainty.
"Yet you are unable to pilot a simple Megaduse." She spoke flatly and rested her head back down against the thick pillow.
"Ha, ha Miss Wayneright, very amusing. I'm almost finished, once I insert a microchip to recover your lost files. You'll be ready to go." Beck suddenly caught her smiling, he leaned back and watched it fade as she saw him studying her.
"Why are you looking at me in that way?" She asked, baffled by his actions. He jumped as her words vibrated around the room.
'She just smiled, man that crow boy must have a real hold over her. She's getting all excited because she is getting her 'memories' and 'emotions' back. Next, she fall in love with Mr Negotiator and they'll live happily ever after. Yuck! I can't let him have that satisfaction - not after all the times he's humiliated me.'
Therefore, he decided to take advantage of their; present situation. He fused the microchip to her frame and shut her thin, metal flap.
"There we're finished - you know. Since this room is vented for the night, perhaps you and I can get better acquainted." Dorothy sat up and Beck sat beside her, running his finger up and down her arm. Staring into her eye's with absolute lust, he began to lean close to her lips.
She suddenly grabbed his finger and gripped it tight, to the point where the bone began to crack.
He screamed out in agony and she pushed him harshly to the fall. "Ow! What was that for?!" Dorothy stood and put on her neat, black, uniform.
"Even without the chip, I know when some pervert is attempting to take advantage of me." She didn't look down at the pathetic Beck, instead she picked up the pale from the corner of the room and headed out the door.
She reached for the handle, when she discovered that her wrist could not move. Sudden laughter came from behind her.
She turned her head and saw him holding a pen - clapping with his feet. He crossed his legs and looked at her deviously.
She suddenly realised what he did to her, he tired to control her. She hastily considered all the possible out comes to her vast misjudgement.
Tears swelled and ran down her metal face, the blistering pain throbbed in her heart at the thought of being a slave to Beck.
He stood and began to snicker. "You know, that chip? Well it gives you your memories and emotions but - I can also control you, which means - either so do as I say, or; you will kill - Roger Smith." She gasped and began to shake.
Her deepest fears were approaching a terrible realism. She was to be controlled by another, when she yearned for freedom. Freedom from the control of others, that's what it means to be human. Her heart cried out in pain, screaming Roger's name, hoping that somehow, he'd hear her.
"Now, how about us getting acquainted." Twiddling his pen, he turned her body toward him and instructed her to stay perfectly still. He moved his hands to her smooth face and planted a gentle kiss upon her petite lips.
He swiftly moved back and whispered seductively in her ear. "You are under my thumb from now on." He grinned and sucked on her neck.