OOOO! Guess who made another chapter in a WEEK! Lol. I have to admite I barely progressed but…..better that than nothing. Ya, by the looks of the reviews you guys gave me, you got an okay idea of what bound to happen. But I guess you'll just have to see ;)
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Wind rushed through my ears as I fell at a dangerous speed. My eyes were burning from the cold air, yet my forehead was sweaty from my bangs which were now below my ears. I felt a cool drop of clear liquid slap against my cheek. I lifted my hand with struggle and wiped it off. I looked down at it and closed my eyes. I struck my arms out and whipped them around, causing my wait to shift and I was facing up. I could no longer see Errol, but I also saw Jak nowhere. Oh God, I thought, he'd better be okay. I felt a tingling sensation in my back and felt my eyes voluntarily quiver. Suddenly, a sense of serenity and grace encased my mind. A small toothy smile formed as I closed my eyes again. The tingling now getting stronger, I threw my head back, and looked below me. Only about 200 something to go, until my body would collide with the cold, metal ground. I felt confident, yet helpless. However that worked. My mind was cleared. Then it was as if the sounds around me, including the rushing wind, faded away. All I could hear was my own breathing. My remark to Errol flashed across my mind as I cringed. And Jak's scared look ran across it. I bit my lip and focused all my energy above me. I brought up my hand, in mid-air. Tears leaked through my helmet and onto my gloved fingers. My body was paralyzed and my head was crying for help. Then when I was only about thirty feet from the ground and hand clasped mine. I dangled in the air and smiled. I looked up. But then a sudden hiss of breath escaped my lips. Gold eyes melded with mine. Errol looked angrier than ever. I bowed my head and held on tighter. I heard him snuff as though I were being rude. Which I was. I gotta admit. With a short jerk I was tossed upward and into the flying vehicle. My armor slid across the leather seat and I didn't bother to take my helmet off. Instead I looked out the window as the vehicle blasted off. Errol's robotic voice pierced the silence as he muttered,
"I don't think you'll be trying that again?" he asked me.
I heard the sudden click of the lock and looked up at him. His eyes stared at mine as I sighed. A lump caught in my throat as I looked ahead of me. The atmosphere grew heavier and I heard him chuckle. My hands clenched and I felt my knuckles cracking. His brief laughter ended as he continued to stare at me while leaning against the door. I rolled my eyes. My sight brushed the colors as I struggled to think about something more pleasant. Then it hit me. Today was the day I turned thirteen. I slumped over and stared at my hands. Some birthday. I looked at the digital watch installed in my visor. It was 10:00 pm even though it wasn't dark at all. So I actually didn't turn thirteen for another two hours. I whispered into my helmet,
"Happy Birthday, Kirsten…." But I said it so quiet that it sounded like nothing but an electronic sigh. Errol eyed me suspiciously and continued to look ahead of him. Who cares? Jak was probably walking back into the Naughty Ottsel right now 'Oh well'ing. Just another part. That's what I was. Another part of a fictional story-line that starred an egotistical elf. An elf part of a crap-trap of a city and a sandbox. I didn't want this. No more. It had to end. I wasn't going back home. But before Errol made me into an emotionless monster I had to ask him something. I removed my helmet and looked at him. I smoothed my finger over my sinus area and spoke,
"Where an how did you kill my parents", I frowned,"And why?"
He smirked,
"Your parents where normal Havenian citizens. You had a soldier for a father and a house-wife mother as you probably already know. I killed them simply because they were nothing but annoying knats in my operation which at first was to overthrough Damas when he was governor. But then came that fat lard, Praxis. So I was bored and I walked into their house, slit you mother throat and pushed your father off the ship and into the water. So you were stuck, 2-years-old, crying in the floor. You annoyed me. So I had Praxis' stupid men transport you to Earth, with a mother that looked like you and a step-father."
He finished with a malicious grin, waiting for my reaction. My eyes were wide open and my mouth was shut, gently. I thought and thought and thought and thought about it. This was…too much. It just-
Errol opened his door. It took me a moment to realize that the car-zoomer had stopped. I looked around and opened my door too. I stepped out on the Haven grounds and realized we were in the slums. Oh boy, I thought, he moved it. How does it take that long to get to the slums anyhow? I shook my head. And looked for Errol. No need to follow him. Krimzon guards pulled my arms. WHAT THE HELL WHERE KRIMZON GUARDS HERE FOR! I looked around. I tugged my arms away,
"I'm not a two-year-old", I hissed.
"Close enough", one replied. I plastered a grin on my face as I tripped one (who fell flat on his face) and followed a few feet behind Errol. I heard the guard behind me let out an 'oof!'. I giggled at how retarded he looked an sounded. Errol looked at the guard and rolled his eyes,
"Lazy good for nothings"
"They're pretty lame" I replied looking at them.
"I don't need a snit like you telling me that"
"Sooorr-rry!" I said trying to be irritating. A door slid open and we walked in. A huge computer screen was bolted against a jagged wall. Menacing black marble was on the ground and to put the cherry on top (and chills down her spine) jail cells aligned the wall and one creepy dentist-style seat was placed in the center of the room with a generater behind it filled with a dark liquid. I put a hand behind my head and shook it. It was going to be tricky getting out of this one. A Krimzon guard shoved me as though I were actually being arrested. I snapped around and barked,
"What was that for?"
"For shoving me"
"Oh ya?"
"Ya and you best mind your own business"
"Business!"
"Ya"
"Shut up, asshole!"
"No!"
"What your name?"
"Joseph."
"I
didn't give you permission to speak, asshole"
"My name-" he stopped. Before walking away he gestured at me with his hand. I gestured back and turned around. I stared at Errol for a minute. Then it hit me.
"Your not a robot anymore"
Errol shook his head and sat down in the chair in front of the screen.
"It gets in the way with this kind of work"
He held the ends of the chair-arms and propped a foot up on his knee.
"How did you do it?" I asked.
"Computers. This isn't my real body of course. It just an illusion. But I still feel like a normal person and can do the same things as a normal person."
"Like use the bathroom?"
He frowned,"…yes."
Wow, it was easier than I thought to chat up this guy. Maybe……I had a plan. But I defiantly wouldn't like it.
I continued to look at him and I began to slowly walk toward him too. He watched me closely as I reached my hand out. My hand paused in front of his. I slowly reached down and smoothed a hand on his and felt the warm skin. I pulled it back quickly. He grinned evilly up at me and grabbed my hand pulling my face in front of his,
"Don't try starting anything funny or I'll make you kill that imbecile while your still uninjected"
I stared at him blankly. Then with hesitation I nodded. He let my arm go and entwined his own fingers. This plan would be a lot harder than I thought. I took a step back and for about the fifth time that day I looked into his eyes. The corners of his mouth slid up into an evil grin. He had charm. But in the way that made a girl more frightened than wobbly-kneed. The way he forced and grinned made him not look so…mad-scientisty-y-….y. Ya well, he wasn't the best charmer. But he did good enough. He was wearing the old outfit he always wore on the second game. Weird mask thingy and everything.
"When is the….uhm", I looked at the chair in the middle of the room,"Appointment due?"
"Ah yes, later tonight. I have some other things to look into first."
"So what do I do"
"Well", he looked at me with his pumpkin yellow eyes,"I'll tell you what you can't do"
"Ya?"
"Well, no leaving the slums, no Naughty Ottsel, no nothing. No brawling with the guards and no destroying KG robots."
"What if they try to attack me?"
"I've programmed them not to"
"Oh"
So this meant I couldn't see Jak. I walked over to a chair next to an empty jail cell and sat down. I had to amend my plan. I leaned back in the chair and removed some of my armor to take the extra heat off. My blonde bangs fell into my eyes as I leaned my head against the wall. I thought for about ten minutes and began to get drowsy. My head fell against my own shoulder and I dozed off.
About two hours later a woke up with a start and looked around. I had a nightmare. Especially since my face was tear-stained. I saw Errol typing something on his computer thingy, still all-human. Except for his robot voice. I got up and stretched. I picked up my helmet and looked at the clock. 1:00 a.m.,. I sat it down and decided that it was time for my plan. I took a deep breath and removed the rest of my armor so I had my normal boots, vest, etc,. I removed my vest and gloves and walked over to a table standing next to Errol. I boldly picked up what looked like a shot,
"What's this?" I asked with a fake interest. Errol glanced at it,
"Anti-depressant"
"They have those here?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh I don't know"
A knot tied in my stomach as I bit my lip and stared at the drug. I replaced it with an attitude. I told my mom I would never do drugs. But here goes. I hoped this would make me brave enough. I quickly placed the needle in my skin. Errol looked at me and grinned,
"Well, well, well, a bit anxious aren't we?"
I smiled back,
"Ya, we are…"
and with that said I pressed down the pump and cringed at the feeling I couldn't begin to explain. He watched the liquid empty out with a malevolent look on his face. Instantly I felt testy and feisty.
"Well?", he asked me.
"I feel", I grinned,"Good"
"Wonderful, charm"
"I like it when you call me that" I pressed my hair behind my ear.
"Really?", he said, smirking and raising an eyebrow.
"I do, Errol"
I lifted myself on his desk and watched him. This was defiantly risky. But Errol didn't show a hint of dislike,
"You'll do perfect in your transformation"
"When are we going to do it?", I asked again.
"Soon"
"Well I was thinking about something"
"And what would that be my dear?"
"Well, what would be the point of me taking this anti-depressant and then shortly after, turning into a dark fiend?"
"What are you insisting?"
"Oh, but I wanna do something else before that!"
He blinked and leaned back in his chair,
"And what would that be?"
"Anything!"
"Anything?"
I scooted closer to him,
"Anything you want. I just want something to do"
He stroked his chin and a wicked smirk painted his features. Oh how I wished Jak were here. Errol looked me up and down. Why couldn't he do this to other women? He had control of plenty of people. Oh ya, because that would only lead to them freaking out and he would have to force them to. Or in other words….rape them. But then a young girl like me had volunteered. A tall thin, blonde girl, who, from all the sun and exercise was tan and rock hard. Times like these were when I wished I was at home playing the game. The real one that is. Pale, unextracurricilar Kirsten. My thoughts were interrupted when Errol pulled me onto his lap. His fingers ran across my bare abs as I fought to stop blushing. It was the only way. The only way to get away, the only way to see Jak again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to kiss him.
I'll be there Jak…
…I'm coming.
