Author: Milady Dragon
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my extremely weird imagination…
Rating: PG-13
Author's notes: Thanks again, everyone!
Chapter Twenty-Five
"Danziger's back!"
At Magus's cry, Morgan turned from where he was helping Bess take down their tent. Danziger was walking through the remains of their camp, Devon at his side. He didn't look normal; the way he moved, almost animal-like, as if he were stalking something. The mechanic was wearing his sunglasses, and Morgan's first thought was that he was hiding the cats' eyes that he'd somehow acquired.
You would be right, my friend. Do not trust him, for he still bears the marks of the weak ones.
Well, that wouldn't be hard. He and Danziger had never really gotten along, and Morgan didn't see a reason to start now.
"I'm glad he's okay," Bess said, from his elbow. "True's going to be ecstatic to see her father."
Morgan agreed absently. It was never a good thing when a family is separated…
Do not let your natural feelings get in the way of your destiny, the voice warned. Fathers and daughters do not often see eye-to-eye.
There was something in the voice that Morgan couldn't identify.
Have no concern for me; only worry for yourself and your loved one.
It was nice that it was including Bess in this, but in the back of his mind he wondered if it had more to do with keeping Morgan cooperating than with any true plan the voice actually had.
Danziger let himself be ushered into Julia's tent; it was perhaps the only one in the camp left completely standing. Of course the doctor would want to check him out; plus True had been in Julia's keeping through the night.
I doubt that their reunion will be as sweet as one might believe.
Morgan was surprised by that announcement.
Let us just say, that with the weak ones' taking of John Danziger, it only seemed right that his daughter be given the choice of becoming one of the strong.
No…
Yes, my friend. N'Merra was so smug, so certain of her choice…she obviously didn't learn her lesson. This will teach her not to interfere with the Changed.
Once again, the voice mentioned this N'Merra. Was she the cat-girl Danziger had seen?
I do not know what that means.
Morgan described what a cat looked like.
Ah, I see. Yes, I would say that N'Merra is a cat-girl. The voice was amused. She led the weak ones. It was a shame; she would have been marvelous…
He just didn't think it was a good idea to involve True Danziger like this. The voice didn't know what Danziger was capable of…
I do not fear this John Danziger, and neither should you. He is nothing to you. Has he not always belittled you? You have chosen to be among the strong, and soon he will know what it is to grovel at the feet of true greatness!
There with the groveling again. He really wished the voice wouldn't go on like that.
You have accepted your destiny, and that destiny is to be a leader among your people. Surely to exercise your power is never a bad thing?
Well…no, but groveling? Okay, humbling Danziger would be fun, but Morgan didn't think groveling need come into it.
You can do as you wish, my friend. You will have the ability to make your will realty.
And when is this supposed to happen?
The voice chuckled. Tonight. You will see. Trusting me, accepting what I have offered, is but the first step. Tonight, the Change comes, and the truth shall set you free of this existence.
That sounded just fine…
But, once more, there was that tiny part of Morgan Martin that wanted nothing more than to forget what was happening, to go back to the person he'd been before the dreams had started.
And that part of him started to fight back…
