Adventure Between the Line
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"She should wake up soon, but with that many bumps on her head...I'm not sure." He told himself as he went over and placed the frail feminine figure to lie on the bed as he went over to the couch and sat down. What would he do? He didn't know the woman and certainly thought she wouldn't know of his real nature.
Who was she?
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Chapter 4: Malkovich Reborn
Opening an eye cautiously, the woman carefully evaluated her surroundings. She was on some sort of bed, a cot most likely and she felt too dirty for her own likes. Her hair was a mess from her nightmares and her sweat coursed the way through her mind and body wetting her clothes and sheets. Silently, she moved herself to sitting up and gradually standing. She felt the throbs of imblemished pain from within and outside of her.
Standing, she had to lean on the nearby scarlet wall with her hand. She felt so tired but yet she did not want to go back to that nightmare. Whatever it was, it had scared the living shit out of her and she didn't want to fall asleep unless she absolutely needed it.
Walking over to the living room, she saw a man lying down on the bed. It was one of the people from her dream and he was the only one who hadn't scared her, in fact he was the only one who had been human. The other two were very different. One was a demon fuser and the other a seer of some sort. She didn't find out and didn't want to. Noticing that if she even wanted a closer examination of the man she'd have to walk without the support of the wall and she nearly didn't think she was supposed to be even standing.
Her eyes were bright as the sky, probably brighter than ever as she took the chance. Shakily, she let go of the wall and stood up on her own. Bracing herself for the next step, however weak her body must've been she forced herself on. She took a baby step and then when she didn't even stagger under her own feet, she decided to take a larger one. Soon, even after about twenty minutes, she was in the middle of the room halfway across the floor to the couch and him, almost five mere steps away.
Taking the next step, her body wasn't ready at all. She tripped over herself and fell forward. Her eyes racing as she closed them and her breath shortened. Her shins fell down hard, almost making her groan in pain, when her hips went forward and she landed forehead to forehead with the man. He woke up bewildered as his head beamed with the headache. She looked into his eyes and was lost in them if only for one moment. His eyes were the most peculiar green she had ever seen. Almost as if they were a tropical ocean but she knew that was an impossible green because that was blue but that was closest to it.
He blinked at her as she tried to speak. Opening her mouth, her vocal cords weren't working. She couldn't speak!! Her eyes were alarmed as he set her off of his head and onto his lap when he sat up.
"Hello, and good morning to you to." He told her as he suddenly picked her head up from there. Her eyes were opened widely and her face blushing as she took in his features. He had shoulder-length blond hair and a finely detailed nose and certainly looked handsome. 'Maybe he's French.' She thought out of the blue when he looked up and down at her.
"Can't you speak?" She shook her head and he sighed frustrated. How ere they going to understand each other now? "You look like you're injured. You should be back in bed." He told her grandly as she seemed to try to growl at him. She knew she didn't feel that well but still she should have been better. "Do you want to take a shower then?" He had certainly noticed that glare she had sent him.
She nodded her tresses shifting away from the light and into the darkness. She was a dirty sight to behold. Maybe she was just some girl who was from the streets, though as he noted when he went to get some towels for her that her clothes were burnt and blown away or ripped some places and replaced with a thick coating of crimson blood.
"Do you want me to help you to the shower? You don't look that well, really." She nodded slightly embarrassed at being helped by some man she didn't even know. Her eyes and faced conveyed her shyness on the subject as he picked her up and set her in the bathtub. "Do you want my help?" She blushed at this and was ready to smack him, when he came back after leaving her in the tub. He placed a large towel on the toilet and hair towel to the side. Her glare sent off daggers as he shook his head at his stupid comment.
"What I meant with the shower and your clothes. You don't seem capable right now to be taking a shower by yourself. I should get Chris or Ms. Iasent or even Sharon to help you take the shower and your clothes. And I'll set out some from Ms. Iasent on the chair all right?" She nodded at him and he left her with the door open.
Now the only other question she had in mind was who am I.
~~
Yuri and Alice had ran from nearly two other assassins within trying to get to their nearby friend's Zhuzhen's and when they had gotten there, no matter how nearly pissed he could've been, he was gone with Meiyun, Oiuha, and her father out of the country for awhile and there was only two other people they trusted enough to give them a place.
Margerete and Baldo or his brother Lobos. So in hurrying, they rushed to Margerete's. Opening the apartment complex, Yuri noticed a shattered and broken wall in front of her door and blood over the opening near the entrance on the floor. Sighing, he knew already that Margerete had won the fight.
He stepped over the blood gingerly and opened the supposedly locked door to be surprised. A man sat in her living room tied up and beaten up with her whip, he shuddered at that thought. Margerete with a whip equaled totally being a Bond babe from one of those James Bond movies which of course were her favorites.
Quickly he noticed that there was some bloodshed near the man but her arsenal was completely there. That was quite unlike her. She never went anywhere hardly, without the whole armored car underneath her dress, and no matter how tight her dress could be she had everything underneath there except probably a penis.
Alice, shuddered as she looked around. She felt the cold grip of hurt and pain as she entered. A man wrapped tightly and bleeding. Stepping forward to cast a healing spell, she was stopped by Yuri. Looking up the petite blond was confused. Shouldn't she heal this poor torttured man?
"Don't. He's not living. He probably had some poison in him and she wouldn't like you messing with her boyfriend." He told her with a conceptive grin upon his face. Alice had to smile at him. His jokes were sometimes too terrible. Chuckling to herself, she walked on over to the kitchen. Well, if Margerete wasn't back, then she'd be back soon wouldn't she?
"Yuri, do you think she'll mind us living here? And WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING?!?!" She began to ask Yuri as he picked up the stiff and put him on his shoulder. He looked at his fiancee as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "PUT THAT MAN DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!"
"Why? I'm going to throw him away and burn him and the trash." He told her simply but her glare would always unnerve him. "What do you want to do with a dead guy? Play monopoly?" She glared at him even more as he tried not to smile at her. They were such opposites but he loved her so much.
"No, I am most certainly not going to play with a dead man. I want you to just put him down and I'll cast the spell to send his whole body away, all right?" She asked him aggrivated a bit but nonetheless ready to smile at him. He nodded dropping the stiff with a nod onto the floor. Both sweatdropped as they heard a sickening crack fill the room. "YURI!!" She growled in annoyance as she began the purifying spell and the teleport one mixed in together. This had been used several times to much of her annoyance, especially when they came to visit Margerete at her apartment and she had just about killed her prisoner.
"Sorry, Babe." He told her as the body instantly disappeared burning away. She smiled and shook her head as she closed the door. "You want some tea, Alice?" She nodded as she stared amazed as always at the amount of supplies that Margerete had stored just in the front room. Both knew that her other guest room was nearly filled all over the hidden places in the walls with artillerary and underneath in the basement, well her basement, was filled nearly to the brim with these sort of weapons.
It had been a done deal knowing that when you first met Margerete, that she was a weapons and information specialist. She had been in the Special Forces nearly three years before and they hadn't kept a close enough eye on her for she had stolen almost a prototype of every weapon there could be. She was found innocent for she had proven it in Military and Civil court. So instead of her getting more than she wanted, she just merely spen the last three years building the arsenal she had started in the army.
Alice remembered her first meeting with the woman and still felt the warmth of it as she did then. Margerete had a type of careless attitude with sarcasm and a gun in the mix. Yuri had known her only for a month and had considered her a terriost and still did just to annoy the hell out of her.
A night, probably only a year ago when Yuri had made her so angry that she not only kicked him out of her house but she had slept over Margerete's and the woman's bedroom was the military battallion in whole there. She had remebered that Margerete had tried to find every gun in there, but forgot about one. And that one she had happened to sleep on without the safety. She just praised the Lord that she barely moved in her sleep for this was one of the ones that had escaped from the pillowcase and had no safety on it.
She had to smile at the memories that were dredged up from her past three years of being in a wacky state and near the most lunatics wihtin it. She loved it and wouldn't trade it for the world. There was just this excitement always when she was either near her fiancee or Margerete getting the information she needed for the newspaper.
~~
Chris hurried out of the bathroom. She had just washed the woman clean and helped her with everything. The woman was considerably now better looking and looking well after the bath. Her many cuts had been bandaged and her bruises were numbed. The woman was getting dressed as the red-head went over to Keith, their weird neighbor.
"She's getting dressed, Mr. Valentine. May I go?" He nodded and thanked her. She had nearly taken an hour after he left her in the bathtub. He sighed. He should be just glad that she was alive at all, even. Exiting the bathroom, a graceful and famliar mademoiselle appeared.
"Malkovich?" He asked her. She looked up in an instant. Was Malkovich her name? It sounded so memoriable to her as if it was but she knew that her name wasn't that. So she signed her thoughts to him. He blinked those aquamarine eyes at the woman. She sighed. He didn't know sign language. She wore a long dress that clinged at times but it stayed where she wanted. Instantly she grabbed a pen that was near him and wrote that she didn't know her name.
"Oh.What should I call you then?"
'Malkovich. I like it.' He nodded. The name did suit her. Malkovich it would be then.
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"She should wake up soon, but with that many bumps on her head...I'm not sure." He told himself as he went over and placed the frail feminine figure to lie on the bed as he went over to the couch and sat down. What would he do? He didn't know the woman and certainly thought she wouldn't know of his real nature.
Who was she?
~~
Chapter 4: Malkovich Reborn
Opening an eye cautiously, the woman carefully evaluated her surroundings. She was on some sort of bed, a cot most likely and she felt too dirty for her own likes. Her hair was a mess from her nightmares and her sweat coursed the way through her mind and body wetting her clothes and sheets. Silently, she moved herself to sitting up and gradually standing. She felt the throbs of imblemished pain from within and outside of her.
Standing, she had to lean on the nearby scarlet wall with her hand. She felt so tired but yet she did not want to go back to that nightmare. Whatever it was, it had scared the living shit out of her and she didn't want to fall asleep unless she absolutely needed it.
Walking over to the living room, she saw a man lying down on the bed. It was one of the people from her dream and he was the only one who hadn't scared her, in fact he was the only one who had been human. The other two were very different. One was a demon fuser and the other a seer of some sort. She didn't find out and didn't want to. Noticing that if she even wanted a closer examination of the man she'd have to walk without the support of the wall and she nearly didn't think she was supposed to be even standing.
Her eyes were bright as the sky, probably brighter than ever as she took the chance. Shakily, she let go of the wall and stood up on her own. Bracing herself for the next step, however weak her body must've been she forced herself on. She took a baby step and then when she didn't even stagger under her own feet, she decided to take a larger one. Soon, even after about twenty minutes, she was in the middle of the room halfway across the floor to the couch and him, almost five mere steps away.
Taking the next step, her body wasn't ready at all. She tripped over herself and fell forward. Her eyes racing as she closed them and her breath shortened. Her shins fell down hard, almost making her groan in pain, when her hips went forward and she landed forehead to forehead with the man. He woke up bewildered as his head beamed with the headache. She looked into his eyes and was lost in them if only for one moment. His eyes were the most peculiar green she had ever seen. Almost as if they were a tropical ocean but she knew that was an impossible green because that was blue but that was closest to it.
He blinked at her as she tried to speak. Opening her mouth, her vocal cords weren't working. She couldn't speak!! Her eyes were alarmed as he set her off of his head and onto his lap when he sat up.
"Hello, and good morning to you to." He told her as he suddenly picked her head up from there. Her eyes were opened widely and her face blushing as she took in his features. He had shoulder-length blond hair and a finely detailed nose and certainly looked handsome. 'Maybe he's French.' She thought out of the blue when he looked up and down at her.
"Can't you speak?" She shook her head and he sighed frustrated. How ere they going to understand each other now? "You look like you're injured. You should be back in bed." He told her grandly as she seemed to try to growl at him. She knew she didn't feel that well but still she should have been better. "Do you want to take a shower then?" He had certainly noticed that glare she had sent him.
She nodded her tresses shifting away from the light and into the darkness. She was a dirty sight to behold. Maybe she was just some girl who was from the streets, though as he noted when he went to get some towels for her that her clothes were burnt and blown away or ripped some places and replaced with a thick coating of crimson blood.
"Do you want me to help you to the shower? You don't look that well, really." She nodded slightly embarrassed at being helped by some man she didn't even know. Her eyes and faced conveyed her shyness on the subject as he picked her up and set her in the bathtub. "Do you want my help?" She blushed at this and was ready to smack him, when he came back after leaving her in the tub. He placed a large towel on the toilet and hair towel to the side. Her glare sent off daggers as he shook his head at his stupid comment.
"What I meant with the shower and your clothes. You don't seem capable right now to be taking a shower by yourself. I should get Chris or Ms. Iasent or even Sharon to help you take the shower and your clothes. And I'll set out some from Ms. Iasent on the chair all right?" She nodded at him and he left her with the door open.
Now the only other question she had in mind was who am I.
~~
Yuri and Alice had ran from nearly two other assassins within trying to get to their nearby friend's Zhuzhen's and when they had gotten there, no matter how nearly pissed he could've been, he was gone with Meiyun, Oiuha, and her father out of the country for awhile and there was only two other people they trusted enough to give them a place.
Margerete and Baldo or his brother Lobos. So in hurrying, they rushed to Margerete's. Opening the apartment complex, Yuri noticed a shattered and broken wall in front of her door and blood over the opening near the entrance on the floor. Sighing, he knew already that Margerete had won the fight.
He stepped over the blood gingerly and opened the supposedly locked door to be surprised. A man sat in her living room tied up and beaten up with her whip, he shuddered at that thought. Margerete with a whip equaled totally being a Bond babe from one of those James Bond movies which of course were her favorites.
Quickly he noticed that there was some bloodshed near the man but her arsenal was completely there. That was quite unlike her. She never went anywhere hardly, without the whole armored car underneath her dress, and no matter how tight her dress could be she had everything underneath there except probably a penis.
Alice, shuddered as she looked around. She felt the cold grip of hurt and pain as she entered. A man wrapped tightly and bleeding. Stepping forward to cast a healing spell, she was stopped by Yuri. Looking up the petite blond was confused. Shouldn't she heal this poor torttured man?
"Don't. He's not living. He probably had some poison in him and she wouldn't like you messing with her boyfriend." He told her with a conceptive grin upon his face. Alice had to smile at him. His jokes were sometimes too terrible. Chuckling to herself, she walked on over to the kitchen. Well, if Margerete wasn't back, then she'd be back soon wouldn't she?
"Yuri, do you think she'll mind us living here? And WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU DOING?!?!" She began to ask Yuri as he picked up the stiff and put him on his shoulder. He looked at his fiancee as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "PUT THAT MAN DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!"
"Why? I'm going to throw him away and burn him and the trash." He told her simply but her glare would always unnerve him. "What do you want to do with a dead guy? Play monopoly?" She glared at him even more as he tried not to smile at her. They were such opposites but he loved her so much.
"No, I am most certainly not going to play with a dead man. I want you to just put him down and I'll cast the spell to send his whole body away, all right?" She asked him aggrivated a bit but nonetheless ready to smile at him. He nodded dropping the stiff with a nod onto the floor. Both sweatdropped as they heard a sickening crack fill the room. "YURI!!" She growled in annoyance as she began the purifying spell and the teleport one mixed in together. This had been used several times to much of her annoyance, especially when they came to visit Margerete at her apartment and she had just about killed her prisoner.
"Sorry, Babe." He told her as the body instantly disappeared burning away. She smiled and shook her head as she closed the door. "You want some tea, Alice?" She nodded as she stared amazed as always at the amount of supplies that Margerete had stored just in the front room. Both knew that her other guest room was nearly filled all over the hidden places in the walls with artillerary and underneath in the basement, well her basement, was filled nearly to the brim with these sort of weapons.
It had been a done deal knowing that when you first met Margerete, that she was a weapons and information specialist. She had been in the Special Forces nearly three years before and they hadn't kept a close enough eye on her for she had stolen almost a prototype of every weapon there could be. She was found innocent for she had proven it in Military and Civil court. So instead of her getting more than she wanted, she just merely spen the last three years building the arsenal she had started in the army.
Alice remembered her first meeting with the woman and still felt the warmth of it as she did then. Margerete had a type of careless attitude with sarcasm and a gun in the mix. Yuri had known her only for a month and had considered her a terriost and still did just to annoy the hell out of her.
A night, probably only a year ago when Yuri had made her so angry that she not only kicked him out of her house but she had slept over Margerete's and the woman's bedroom was the military battallion in whole there. She had remebered that Margerete had tried to find every gun in there, but forgot about one. And that one she had happened to sleep on without the safety. She just praised the Lord that she barely moved in her sleep for this was one of the ones that had escaped from the pillowcase and had no safety on it.
She had to smile at the memories that were dredged up from her past three years of being in a wacky state and near the most lunatics wihtin it. She loved it and wouldn't trade it for the world. There was just this excitement always when she was either near her fiancee or Margerete getting the information she needed for the newspaper.
~~
Chris hurried out of the bathroom. She had just washed the woman clean and helped her with everything. The woman was considerably now better looking and looking well after the bath. Her many cuts had been bandaged and her bruises were numbed. The woman was getting dressed as the red-head went over to Keith, their weird neighbor.
"She's getting dressed, Mr. Valentine. May I go?" He nodded and thanked her. She had nearly taken an hour after he left her in the bathtub. He sighed. He should be just glad that she was alive at all, even. Exiting the bathroom, a graceful and famliar mademoiselle appeared.
"Malkovich?" He asked her. She looked up in an instant. Was Malkovich her name? It sounded so memoriable to her as if it was but she knew that her name wasn't that. So she signed her thoughts to him. He blinked those aquamarine eyes at the woman. She sighed. He didn't know sign language. She wore a long dress that clinged at times but it stayed where she wanted. Instantly she grabbed a pen that was near him and wrote that she didn't know her name.
"Oh.What should I call you then?"
'Malkovich. I like it.' He nodded. The name did suit her. Malkovich it would be then.
~~
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