A.N. I am experiencing some writer's block, so excuse shortness, badness, or anything in between of ungoodliness. I am going to try and write and update best I can, but the flow ain't flowing and it'll be a grueling process, but I love you all so much I'm gonna take a whack at it anyhow.
Two Faced Souls
By: AAHB ShadowFox
Chapter Four
Return
"Let the fear of danger be a spur to prevent it; he that fears not, gives advantage to the danger."
Francis Quarles (1592 - 1644)
Being demanded about was never Lex's strong suit, most opposite. She could feel the detective's eyes boring through her, a quiet, but obviously a squandered intimidation that he never differed from. The methods never branched from the initial life of it. Lex became aware of the ache in her veins as she swallowed an inhalation of air.
"Won't someone be suspicious if we just up and leave, Mr. Manak…?" Her words were meant to nip, not bite; she didn't want to provoke the latent tiger that was yet to bear his fangs.
"Not at all, Ms. Woods. I've already taken the liberty of informing them that you've agreed to accompany me." There was the slightest hint of malicious amusement in his tone; he was entirely sure of himself. It made her scarcely able to stand his quick tongue. Oh how she wanted to whiplash a bit on him, but his initial doleful guarantee bounded her to subtle drollness.
"Well, I guess you've thought of everything, haven't you, Detective," she mocked his status with her ending say. His presence was deviant, acidly disconcerting, but it was the only presence she had right then. She wanted to press as long as she could, delay getting off of her mattress and going with the loon.
He gave her a tight, brittle and mirthless smile. "But of course. It's one of my best traits." He crossed both arms over his chest and regarded her then with raised brows. "Shouldn't you be getting ready?"
A sigh escaped her. "Yeah…. I'm getting there…" she regarded her hands with the covers and lifted them from her, moving so her limbs hung off the side of her metal spring cot. Her eyebrows arched as she side glanced at the ominous male company, whom lingered with scrutinizing surveillance, a hawks gaze; gaunt eyes just watching her every animation.
"Can I get ready without an audience? Or is that against the law too…"
His smile became an unfriendly smirk. "I'll be waiting right outside the door. Hurry." And with that he pivoted on his heel and left the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
Lex found her eyes drifting up and down the length of the door; a boil of anger flushed her muscles, but filled her blood stream with enough adrenaline to lift from her seat and begin to assemble her clothing. At that moment she dreaded the fact that she wasn't blessed with a room towards the outside deck, with a window, one just big enough to slip out of and find someone sane to cling to, someone to save her. No such luck waned for her; just the sheet metal walls and armies of shadows gave her the sense of even being in reality.
It was a haze that fell over her as she pulled the thick jacket across her back, she'd thought her nightmare was over, that she had finally woken up and breathed in a faint of fresh air. Again, such luck cowered from her and she was left to dress herself in a double layer of pants to try and stay warm when dragged back to the bodiless Bouvetoya, a hell in its own respect. She'd known herself as an endeavourer, climbing the highest peaks, descending the steepest slopes, but never once had she feared for herself like she did now, like she had for these past few days. She readied as leisurely as she figured she could without being ridiculed.
Before she turned to take her leave, she caught sight of an odd appearance leaning against the corner of her dresser and floor. She gradually changed her position to look close on it, finding the elder predators spear, in its compact form, comfortably leaning against the metal. It made memories flood back to her in an uncontrolled wave. Slowly she shuffled her way to it, placing an unsteady hand on the dresser corner. Plasma enlightened her minds eye, catching her breath in her diaphragm. It took her a moment to be able to take a hold of the rounded oddity. She examined each curve and dull shine of the weapon.Why was it there, lonely, in the corner of her room? Hadn't anyone taken heed or notice to it? Certainly they were curious of it. Perhaps they'd lain it aside as they assembled to attend to her medical needs first and simply misplaced the memory of the spear from their minds.
She would take it with her. She grabbed a bag from the dresser top and slipped the spear within, covering it with a few other clothes pieces and other assorted items to make it seem as if she was preparing for an unexpected occurrence, though she'd had experience with those and didn't put doubt on it.
Cold. That's all she could make of the knob as she took to the door, she didn't want to twist it, but what choice was there. The latch clicked and the heavy exit opened plain into the dim of the hallway, and became an entrance for an adventure she wouldn't forget.
Mr. Manak's presence was, regrettably, as he said it would be, close and right outside the door. "Done." It was one word, but a blunt kick was better than a sugary explanation.
He eyed her a moment before speaking. "Good. Come along. The sooner we get to the island ..." He trailed off, allowing her to fill in the last bit of his sentence with whatever unhappy thoughts came to mind. The sooner? Though she beckoned her eyes not to narrow or wander his form she couldn't help but give that usual inquisitive gesture.
The Detective found great pleasure in her perplexity; the same surly simper flickered upon his lips. Simply he turned his back and began up the hall, waving Lex nonchalantly to follow. She did, short and broad, securing the bags strap on her shoulder as she passed beneath each dimmed florescent light. Deep down that lone content of the duffle, that spear, granted her courage that she desperately needed.
It was, with its trite memories attached, an enemy of her cowardice, but the savior of her strength that births of it.
E.N. Short but sweet! I can't write long chapters too often because then it takes FOREVER to update. Next update coming soon and another special thanks to the ultimately, utterly amazing Solain Rhyo (which, if you haven't, check out her myriad number of AVP stories and other assorts!) for playing Manak for me. Luff ya! Thanks for reading thus far my peeps!
