The splicer gave up the charade and tugged on Eleanor's arm dragging her away. "Come with me you little brat!"
Eleanor struggled but found it to be useless so she did what all little sisters were supposed to do when they were in trouble. She screamed until her lungs ached for air. "Daaaady," she cried.
"Roooaar," Her knight replied.
Her Big Daddy soared through the air and landed on top of a bad man causing red butterflies to burst from his head. The meanie splicer let go of Eleanor's hand and she immediately crawled to safety. She looked back to see bright light shock her daddy. He quickly shook it off and retaliated by punching threw a man's chest. Eleanor joyfully tried to catch the butterflies that erupted from the bad man's stomach.
Her daddy was the best. He took take on anyone; protect her with against anyone. Eleanor watched and another splicer turned into an angel. But she was a good girl and stayed by her daddy's side. Another splicer tried to hurt daddy but was knocked over with a punch to the face. Eleanor raised her hands in victory as the man received the finishing blow. But her daddy missed. He failed to finish the meanie off. She had barely enough time to perceive this when the splicer threw a green orb at her daddy.
Eleanor looked at her father. His rage seemed to turned to confusion. His confusion turned to dullness. He did not move; he did not protect. What was wrong with him, she thought.
"D-daddy?" She reached out to grab at his leg.
"Ah, Eleanor, you need to wake up."
Eleanor opened her eyes to see Fred's chest which she was hugging. She let go and fell back onto her bed. She stretched and yawned loudly.
"So did you have a good dream? You seemed to be smiling," Fred spoke up trying to shake off the embarrassment.
"I was dreaming about… I do not remember."
Fred shrugged. "Well it's time."
Eleanor looked at him confused. "You mean the glorified banquet that is to be held in my honor?"
"Nope, not at all," Fred replied smoothly. Fred's hand went behind his back and retrieved his revolver.
Before Eleanor could say a word the gun's barrel swung past her direction and came to a stop next to Fred's temple. His face became green and grotesque. His eye's glowed with a yellow tint and his jaw became crooked unto his face.
"She is not your daughter," an unknown voice boomed in the distant.
Eleanor looked at Fred-no, not Fred. She could not remember who he was but the familiarity put an ache her heart.
"Fire," the voice commanded.
Eleanor screamed as the man silently obeyed the order and slowly pulled the trigger. The round pierced his skull causing a shockwave that turned the man's brain to mush that exited the man's skull on the other side. The brain matter splattered against the far wall around the area where the bullet had come to a rest.
Eleanor snapped from her dream. She franticly looked around and saw no one around her. She cupped her hands to her face and found them soaked with sweat. These dreams she kept having… they seemed so real and yet she could barely remember them. Her shaky feet brought her to the bathroom where Eleanor splashed water on her face. Drops of water collected at the tip of her nose and plunged into the sink. Eleanor quickly dried her face feeling sincerely refreshed.
She looked at the dress Mathew had given her. The laced border around the bottom was as bit much but the glossiness of the light green dress almost hypnotized her. She knew there were still a couple hours before the big too do but she could not wait. The dress slipped over her head and past her arms. She used the mirror on the wall to tie the strings that laced the back together.
"It's beautiful," she exclaimed. "My mother would like this dress. My mother…" Her mother, she thought. It had been a long time since she had thought of her but why now. Why now of all times. Eleanor hated it but she knew the answers would come in their own time.
(Knock,knock)
Eleanor quickly put Mathew's compass in her pocket opened the door. She saw Anthony standing outside her door in a yellow suit with sharply contrasted with his red hair. He was still shouldering the spear gun he was holding earlier and the grease was staining his suit. But he did not seem to mind the stain.
"Boss said dinners in five," Anthony said with a hint of lust. His eyes seemed to be undressing her as he spoke. "He asks that you don't be late. He hates waiting." He licked his lips and readjusted his weapon.
"I am… heading there now," replied Eleanor restraining herself. "Where is Markus?"
"He should be at the party. Why you like big black teddy bears? Either way I was told to escort your ladyship to the party." Markus hooked his arm awaiting the grasp of Eleanor's delicious looking hand.
Eleanor bit her lip and closed the door behind her. She walked up to Anthony and grasped his arm. His wide grin turned to a grimace as she took his arm and twisted behind his back. After a few seconds she released his arm with a grin on her face.
"I think I shall just follow you. Lead the way."
Stanley's enraged face matched his hair in a most intriguing way but he knew better than to hit the bosses love interest. He instead stomped off in the direction of the party; his teeth gritting the entire way.
As they entered the banquet hall cheers erupted. A table draped in red spanning the entire hall was surrounded with people shouting praises to her. She spotted Fred and Stanley sitting towards the middle of the table and Mathew, clad in a suit matching her dress, approaching her on the right.
"I'm so glad you decided to wear the dress," Mathew said. He knelt down and kissed her hand. Several 'oohs' and 'aahs' rose from the crowd. "Please, your seat is this way."
