Two chapters in a day! OMG! Well, they're in two different stories, but still! OMJ (Oh MY JACOB!)
As I gave the order for her to be captured alive, no matter how injured or mutilated, I felt something in my chest. It was almost as though someone punched my gut and I could not breathe, but it lasted for the smallest of milliseconds.
What was it? I have never felt anything like it before. Was it… an emotion?
I have only heard people talk about these things before. In some books I remember that they call what I just felt a 'twinge of guilt'. This was the first time I have ever felt anything like that before.
"Ma'am?" the secretary in front of me was worried. "Are you alright?"
"No, I am not alright! Go send that message! I will not be alright until I we get that girl in my hands."
"Of course, ma'am." she nodded and bobbed out the door, bobbing quick curtsies in her white uniform pleated dress that showed she was a fledgling, almost ready to get the tattoos that signify your membership.
Now back to that 'feeling', that 'emotion'. Why do they choose to come now? Mother never allowed room for any of that, so why is it here? I was taught to never 'feel', to never 'emote'. The only emotion I have ever allowed is power, and people say that is not an emotion, it is simply a thing. So what is wrong? Am I going soft?
Suddenly the phone rang and I lifted it to my ear. I did not say anything, for those who were important enough to know this number didn't need a greeting to know that it was I who was on the other end of the line.
"We have found her." Four words echoed through my mind as the phone clicked off and I stood p. I stepped backwards into the (to the untrained eye) empty cabinet. It shut after me and it squeezed around me, putting on my black mission outfit. It also slipped on the Circle of Cavan ring so it settled on my middle finger.
"Mrs. Goode?" Dang it, that annoying secretary is back. "Mrs. Goode? Blackthorne wants to know if they should send their people."
I spoke through the ring so the sound came out of the intercom. "Send in my son. This is personal with him."
The twinge came back and stayed for a little longer. I felt something wet trail down my cheek and I immediately wiped it away and sniffed it. "Salty… No poison traces…" So I took my hand without the glove and followed the rivulet where the water came down my face and found that it started on the inside corner of my eye.
"Am I crying?" I asked myself, and I heard the secretary shuffle out. "I can't cry! I have never used my tear ducts before unless I was in Chad, but that's the only exception.
I am a soulless automaton. (GLEE!) I can't cry! I can't have feelings! This is all because of the Morgan girl. She is definitely going down now.
Hey peeps! This wasn't my best work at all, but this will have to do, because it's hard to write good things about a person you hate. See ya!