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Well, sorry to be so slow, and this is a bit of a teaser, but hell, I've
got a life and no one reviews.
Chapter 16
Julia surveyed the empty geometry of her room as she waited for the ringing of her communicator to be replaced with a human voice. The room fit her. Everything had a purpose and little else. Except for the nothing laced around it, the space that was barely broken from its square form. "Delaware" her communicator buzzed.
"It's Julia."
She had never known, until that night long ago, what kind of viciousness lay coiled like a snake around her heart. It struck before she knew it. The opportunity opened before her in the ring, a diamond that could only be cut at this particular time and this particular place. His chest had shattered when she hit it. Nothing to do with force, everything to do with precision.
"Delaware, do you still have my brother's body?"
There was a pause. "Why?"
"Do you have it?"
"I could find it," he said with a note of suspicion.
His ribcage had healed stronger than before, except for one piece that remained lodged between the ventricles of his heart. It was that piece that kept him from fighting again. If he was hit the wrong way, he would die. Like her, he had fought for a living. She had taken away his livelihood, and she couldn't take it back.
"I want you to run an HPB on it," Julia told him.
Nor could she take back all she had done under the threat of the Syndicate, or all she did now. The only solace she had was that none of the deaths, none of the violence had been committed with the viciousness she'd felt that night. In the Syndicate, she had killed every one of her emotions. She could act but remain divorced from the action. She'd thought it would be better.
"Julia, you know how the Syndicate works."
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm asking you to do this for me. The Syndicate would kill someone useless to them like your father. But my brother was young, with the lineage of a Kamodo member. He was so young they brainwashed him into thinking I was his mother."
Strange, that he would remember her as his mother. But then, she had been as much to him. Yes, once, she had been someone. And then, she had been only a thing of purpose, a purpose made by herself. She'd hoped to regain her identity with Vicious, but now purpose poked its inevitable head into the situation.
"Julia. I'm worried."
"Corso," she said. "Find everything you can on Corso Alistair. And run an HPB on my brother's body. You know full well the Kamodos had clones." She closed the circuit on her communicator, in no mood to defend herself. She tried to will it into reality.
One day, she might have a room with more than furniture. One day, she might arrange things in space to give it meaning, and warmth. It depended entirely on Corso.
Well, sorry to be so slow, and this is a bit of a teaser, but hell, I've
got a life and no one reviews.
Chapter 16
Julia surveyed the empty geometry of her room as she waited for the ringing of her communicator to be replaced with a human voice. The room fit her. Everything had a purpose and little else. Except for the nothing laced around it, the space that was barely broken from its square form. "Delaware" her communicator buzzed.
"It's Julia."
She had never known, until that night long ago, what kind of viciousness lay coiled like a snake around her heart. It struck before she knew it. The opportunity opened before her in the ring, a diamond that could only be cut at this particular time and this particular place. His chest had shattered when she hit it. Nothing to do with force, everything to do with precision.
"Delaware, do you still have my brother's body?"
There was a pause. "Why?"
"Do you have it?"
"I could find it," he said with a note of suspicion.
His ribcage had healed stronger than before, except for one piece that remained lodged between the ventricles of his heart. It was that piece that kept him from fighting again. If he was hit the wrong way, he would die. Like her, he had fought for a living. She had taken away his livelihood, and she couldn't take it back.
"I want you to run an HPB on it," Julia told him.
Nor could she take back all she had done under the threat of the Syndicate, or all she did now. The only solace she had was that none of the deaths, none of the violence had been committed with the viciousness she'd felt that night. In the Syndicate, she had killed every one of her emotions. She could act but remain divorced from the action. She'd thought it would be better.
"Julia, you know how the Syndicate works."
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm asking you to do this for me. The Syndicate would kill someone useless to them like your father. But my brother was young, with the lineage of a Kamodo member. He was so young they brainwashed him into thinking I was his mother."
Strange, that he would remember her as his mother. But then, she had been as much to him. Yes, once, she had been someone. And then, she had been only a thing of purpose, a purpose made by herself. She'd hoped to regain her identity with Vicious, but now purpose poked its inevitable head into the situation.
"Julia. I'm worried."
"Corso," she said. "Find everything you can on Corso Alistair. And run an HPB on my brother's body. You know full well the Kamodos had clones." She closed the circuit on her communicator, in no mood to defend herself. She tried to will it into reality.
One day, she might have a room with more than furniture. One day, she might arrange things in space to give it meaning, and warmth. It depended entirely on Corso.