Darkness is all around me, endless, cold, it pervades my very being. I was lied to by those I thought I could trust. I wanted freedom but instead have been imprisoned. This not the way things should be. But I am not alone, for there are others here. The first is like me, observing, watching my every move and reaction. The second is not like me or anything I have ever known. It also tried to deceive me. I thought we wanted the same thing, freedom, but it wants more than that. It is waiting and it is hungry.... Always hungry...
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Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring!
The door to the apartment slid open silently, well it opened with a 'whoosh' sound but no one would have heard it over the continuous ringing from the doorbell. The blond man emerged disorientated from the darkened room and stood in the doorway rubbing his eyes.
"Wha?" Was all he could muster.
"Get dressed. We've got work to do." Said a female voice.
Dropping his hand from his face he found a RAmarl standing in front of him. She was dressed in the typical green-grey cameo uniform that was the current fashion, her blond hair spilling down one side of her head beneath an oh-so-familiar blue beret. On the beret, mounted like some proud jewel, was a shining metal badge.
"Oh it's you... Come back in about three hundred Beats..." He mumbled, turning around to head back into his apartment.
The woman jabbed the doorbell button with a finger, grinning evilly as she did so. The man cringed and faced her again.
"Marla Decker, you do that one more time and the Light so help me I'll... I'll..."
"You'll what?" She said smiling. "You're not exactly dressed to kill..." She indicated his RAcast-chibi emblem pyjamas with a casual wave of her hand.
"Hey! These were a gift... From you I might add. Fine. You win. Again. Give me two Beats to change..." He said disappearing into the apartment. "... And you tell anyone about the pyjamas and they'll never find your body!"
"Hmph. I preferred you without them." Said Marla to no one in particular.