Okay, I've decided what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna write five episodes, if I get positive feedback, I'll keep going. If I get negative feedback, I'll stop. If I get little - no feedback, I'll decide based on my own opinion so be sure to review and tell me what you think! Also, I am gonna switch POVs. The pilot was in Shade's POV and this one will be in Farley's. I'll be sure to specify so there is no confusion. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and sorry to my FNAF fans but I will be switching to a Red Queen writer. My unfinished stories will unfortunately remain that way. :(
FARLEY'S POV"The only bond in this world is blood; the only promise is family." - Evangeline Samos; King's Cage
The clock ticks above marking every dragging second to pass. I tap my fingers to my knee. All of them are crooked from a few of my undercover mishaps, bending and arching whichever way they please.
After what seems like hours, the door is gently opened by the doctor, quickly followed by the Colonel who's eyes shoot daggers at me from across the room. I stand up and cross my arms over my chest. My father may understand that I was right but never would he ever accept it.
"Well young lady, you're all clear." The doctor exclaims in an obnoxiously soothing tone. "It would seem that you were in fact telling the truth when you told your da - I mean the Colonel that you were not messing around last night." My father's eyes flash with regret for such a brief moment, I question my own judgment. He catches my eye, flushing red with both frustration and embarrassment. He turns on his heels suddenly, shutting the door behind him before I can protest. The doctor drops the act and mumbles an apology under his breathe. I don't need your pity.
I walk heavy into the hallway making sure the small stomps are heard by the pathetic red version of a doctor. The hall traffic is light, as usual. Only know what you need. Only do what you must. A messenger whizzes past me, a small girl with red hair. I don't recognize her, but a twinge of pity washes through me. She must be only eight. I started earlier, at the mere age of six, fetching items, transporting reports. I did all I could to help. I wanted to know everything, trying to decode the report on my way. If only I understood the importance of trust here in the Scarlet Guard. When I was thirteen, that was how I found out my mother and sister had passed.
After roaming for nearly an hour, I found myself peeking into the observation room. The man, Shade stood in the center. On the other side of the tinted glass was a man wearing old spectacles. "Focus on this stool," the man announced through a crummy speaker. "You can do this." Boredom and frustration washed over his face. He then stared off, concentrating very hard, or hardly. It was difficult to say. His eye suddenly widens at the sight of me and I find him at the door. He looks around for a moment and grabs the door knob.
"I am quicker than you, captain." he states with a playful grin. I laugh at the obscene humor. The man observing him bursts out of the room previously used for interrogating victims of our war, silver and red alike.
"Under what circumstances were you sent to disrupt our progress?" the man nearly shouts. I am taken aback by the abrupt reprimand. Most are careful when they speak to me, considering my father is the colonel. This man clearly understands that my father's opinions would match his, giving him the upper hand.
"Sorry sir, Colonel told me to check on him, observe your strategy of teaching." I reply, the lie pouring out of me like lava. "How much progress have you made, may I ask?" I ask making each word sharp enough to sting.
"Enough," He replies. "The boy is doing fine." Shade gives me a look of despair, confirming my strong suspicions. I narrow my eyes and nod, showing clearly that I do not trust a word out of his mouth. The man goes to speak but decides against it, likely for the better. "Out now, we have work to do." He scolds, not expecting me to respond.
"Actually, I think I'll stay, to get an accurate understanding." I respond, putting as much pep into my voice as I can muster. Shade brings his hand to his mouth to cover a laugh while the observer simply glares at him. He shoots a look at me and returns to my post. I follow, sitting on the stool in the corner.
The rest of the day I spend watching him whiz from room to room. He didn't disappear from the rooms, which I assume is progress. The observer yawns and calls it a day. Shade and I leave together, cracking jokes along the way. I sneak us onto the longer route. I can tell he notices by the slight smirk that crawls across his lips but he doesn't say a word. When we reach my room, he leans in to hug me. I wrap my arms around him and peck him on the cheek without thinking. I suddenly flush, embarrassed that I did that. I was never one to show affection or be very girly, yet somehow he made me want to do both. Confused, I entered my room and curled up into my cot. I quickly fall asleep.
I wake up to the sound of crinkling under my head. I pull the string on my lamp, illuminating the room with a yellow tint. I lift my head, squinting against the harsh light. I pull a small piece of paper from the inside of my pillow case. In front of me was a stick figure with wavy hair on one side and a poorly drawn scar on the side of its face. I grin, seeing the little words in the corner. I can't read, but I assume it says something along the lines of, 'To Farley', or 'From Lighting Legs'. I feel a pit in my stomach in the best way possible. I stow the paper away in a drawer of my makeshift kitchen. I don't sleep for a while, fantasizing of love in the bitter war. I know it's childish and weak yet I can't help but give in to the temptation of pondering what could be.
Okay so that was episode two. I honestly spent an hour on this so I could procrastinate studying for an Algebra test. Please kill me.(Figuratively) Anyway, let me know what you thought! I want some feed back and any requests for the next story about red queen. I hope you enjoyed, thank you! ;)