Prayer of the Refugee
Did I mention this thing was for mature audiences?
Chapter oo9
Mortimer took a small, crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. The girl who had shown him to his room had given it to him. On it was his room number; 278 which was a good long ways from Natalya's 225. It was one floor up, actually. This he liked, having to climb a long flight of stairs because there was no elevator, however, he did not like so much.
"You seem to be glowing, love, can I ask why you're so happy?" Michael inquired, taking her into his arms.
"Toad was just here," she answered shortly. Funny, she did not feel happy at all.
"I thought you didn't like him."
"I do not."
"Ah, so he agreed to join us?"
Natalya shook her head, "No, he will be a hard one to convince."
"Just imagine it though, if he were to join us, someone like him; his skills, his past, his looks even. He'd be iconic. What it would do for our cause…" He nuzzled the side of her neck.
"I know, I know, you have said that already."
"Well, I've got to get going, John won't wait forever."
Natalya frowned then, feeling an invisible knife plunge into her heart. "When will you be back again."
"Soon. Love, two weeks at most. Work on Toad, will you? Do whatever you have to except… well, you know."
She turned and caught his lips, kissing him deeply, "I am yours alone, Michael; mind, body, heart, and soul. Do have faith, won't you?"
Natalya knocked lightly on his door, she'd brought him dinner since he had not been around for lunch. Unsurprising since he didn't know where the mess hall was. Did so many idiots work for her? And the fact that his room was up two flights of stairs? Utter idiocy. Apparently the lot of her staff did not have two ounces of sense between them.
Or maybe they had only wanted to get rid of Toad in a hurry. An icon indeed, a foul-tempered, ugly one.
But Natalya did not question Michael. Out of love or respect she didn't know. Michael had made his want of Mortimer more than clear, and he would have him if the task was left to her. He saw something great in Toad; she saw a good fighter and tech whiz at best, but one whose temperament and unstable mind was far too dangerous to keep around. He would never be more an asset than a threat.
His present way of proving irritating was refusing to open the door. Frowning deeply in annoyance and impatience, she pushed curtsey aside and just opened the door. None of the doors had locks here.
He lay on the bed looking oddly contorted. It had probably been difficult getting to sleep with a cast on, still, she had pegged him for an early riser, sick or well. As much as he liked to be contrary to everything anyway.
Even in his sleep he appeared tense, and waking him would be best done gently she supposed. You do not wake a bear by whacking it in the head with a stick after all; and for all appearances, Toad was much more dangerous than any bear.
"Toad? You should wake up now," she kept her distance from the bed and spoke softly. "Toad?"
He abruptly shifted and she flinched. "Toad?" she tried again, a bit louder. A grunt from him then. "Mortimer."
He woke up then, "S'not Mortimer," he glared at her blearily through the veil of sleep, face still half buried in his pillow, "S'Toad." He was obviously less suspicious of her, but now that struck her as odd. He was in a strange place surrounded by strange people. "Wot do you want?"
"I brought you dinner. You missed lunch," she chirped her answer happily, smiling at him. It was too happy for her, he knew better than to think she was happy to be there. Toad was yet to change clothes, and he still smelled something terrible, but she sat down next to him on the bed with her offering of food.
He heaved a heavy sigh and pushed himself up into a sitting position, wincing a little as he did so. Half-heartedly he had hoped he could spend his time her unbothered and then go back to the Brotherhood when he had healed, but once want of him here had been expressed, he knew he would not be left alone until he agreed to stay or left. He was perceptive enough to know that she was here to do more than bring him dinner as she held the tray out to him. Words were clearly pressing at her lips behind that all too genuine looking fake smile.
"Jist say it, ask it, wotever it is." He grudgingly took the tray from her, eyes not leaving her face. Natalya was forced to give some respect for him then; the gaze he held was an intensely hard look only a warrior could muster and with glowing with the analytical intelligence or a scholar. A spark of madness gleamed over top all that, making his gold-black eyes oddly bright.
Her steady gaze seemed to irritate him after a few moments and he narrowed his eyes, mouth pulling into a scowl. She clearly wasn't wearing anything under that tight-fitted blouse she wore. Her ample breasts strained against the buttons and her nipples pressed hard against the fabric. Her leather pants clung to her long shapely legs until just below the knee and he doubted she wore anything under those either. Someone in her position should have had more respect for herself than to do this to attract members. Did she fuck them all too?
She wanted something from him, and seduction was the first thing she was going to resort to. Disgusting, even for a human.
"Do you want a tour of the base?" she asked, her voice getting a silky quality to it all of a sudden, "If you are not feeling up to the task I will leave you alone. This facility is fairly large, I would not think it weak of you to decline in your present position. It is simply that I believe you should know about the goings on here since I have extended an invitation to you."
"Told ya already, I ain't interested in joinin' ya," he snarled.
She was unaffected still. Most people cowered before him without knowing who he was and he had only incited fear in her once. Once! It was outrageous. "And I told you not to make an uninformed decision."
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