Chapter Eight
Traveling away from the cots, stepping up a steep staircase, walking down a dimly lit hallway, we find a door. A heavy metal door, three feet thick, and behind it sits Adam. His Majesty, if he even deserves the title, sits hunched on his cheap plastic throne facing his employee. Steepled fingers rest lightly on his sculpted nose, and his usually handsome features are molded into a mask of concentration. Finally, after a long moment, Adam snaps open his bloodred eyes and the crease between his eyebrows flattens out. His employee - very, dreadfully nervous he was and is – attempts a small smile with minimal results. Seeing that he is not winning him over, the man clears his throat and collects himself. Adam asks again, for the second time in a minute.
"When will they be ready?"
"I don't know, sir."
"That's not an answer." He responds quietly, not making eye contact, his light hair falling over his features, hiding them from view. It appears that Adam is just playful, but Junichi knows better than this. A throbbing of a vein on Adam's plane of a forehead proves him right. Quickly, Jun retraces his steps and attempts to offer a better answer while his hands worriedly fidget with his tie.
"You see, we must perform the trials on them, sir, as the manual says, sir. It states that we must prepare them to do the deed, sir, and those tests must be p-performed on every robot, sir." He holds his breath and waits for Adam's response. An unperceivable nod comes from the blonde.
"Don't perform the tests, Junichi." The man widens his eyes, and protests.
"Sir, we must perform the te - "
Adam holds up a hand and his face turns grotesquely ugly. Junichi unwillingly takes a step back and breaks eye contact.
"They will be ready in three days." Adam nods his head and leads Jun out, slamming the door behind him. Rubbing his hands together, he smiles grimly. Now he can finally get back to his work, and is rudely interrupted by a certain someone singing sweetly. Can you guess? Adam runs to the window and looks down at the rows and rows of cots. There, like a single speck of light in a world filled with darkness, twirls his Dark Angel.
"Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question –
How long should we two wait until we're one?
When will the blood begin to race,
The sleeping bud burst into bloom,
When will the flames at last
consume
us?..."
Adam softly sang,
"Say you'll share with me -"
Eve quickly whipped around and saw Adam watching her. Frozen for a moment, Adam quickly regained his composure and spoke the next words.
"One love, one lifetime."
Eve shook her head and her angel-white wings shot out of her dark dress. Then, flapping her way to where Adam's window was, she screamed at him.
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"Never! I belong to -" I paused here, deciding it was not wise to say his name in front of Adam. Adam shattered the pane of glass separating us with inhuman strength and replied,
"Who? To me now, you wretched girl! You'll never see your beloved Black Cat again!" He grabbed me by the neck and roughly pushed me into the room, where my wings disappeared into my back again. There I lay among the shattered glass, the remnants of my past and the unforgiving edges of my future. This time, I did not let myself cry for all I had lost and never gain. I held those tears back, even though it was almost impossible. Though the shards of glass did not pierce my skin as they would have pierced human flesh, they cut me deep. I turned and stood up, facing Adam and began.
One of my many gifts was that I could imitate human emotions perfectly on command. Cue the tears! "How could you?" I sniffled for effect and expected Adam's next sneer.
"He's an ignorant man who doesn't deserve anyone to love him, the dirty rat. You belong to me now." Adam smiled at the thought, and I resisted the urge to gag.
"I wasn't talking about Train, you idiot." I turned away from him, hunched my shoulders and wiped a tear from my eye. This confused him and he slipped his hand around my waist. Ugh – perverted freak.
"You meant… me?" His voice softened a little on the last word, and his heart with it. I whipped around and searched for his lips. Finding them, I made the connection and opened my mouth. Then, our lips barely touching, I breathed heavily, pretending to have lost my breath. Adam smiled at this reaction.
"I took your breath away," he murmured quietly, smiling against my mouth. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. I could do this, I knew I could, if I could imagine it was Train. It worked pretty well, if I may say so myself. A passionate kiss was shared between us, and I looked up at him to see if he had felt it too. Adam was staring back, grinning crookedly, triumph written all over his stupid face.
Time for the fun part, the real me. Strands of my hair turned into tiny knives and attacked at Adam's chest. Each one twisted right, then left, and right again. Adam could feel the pain – I could tell by his tortured screams.
"There's no one to save you, little Prince."
I was very aware of the soundproof walls, because while I was facing one, crying my eyes out, I knocked lightly on it and could tell that it was soundproof. Adam didn't know who the hell he was dealing with. This brought a smile to my face.
I had had enough of the torture. Blood (fake, of course) dripped to the ground, thick, warm, sticky and fresh. Adam crumpled to the floor and I stood over him, lying down on him, whispering in his ear.
"Twisted, no? If this were a book, guess what it would be called, sweetheart?" I kissed him passionately and then slapped his face. Hard. I giggled coquettishly, wrapping a strand of my normal blonde hair around my finger.
"Rough Love. No, even better!" I stabbed my arm turned into a knife into his chest. All of his other tiny wounds from my deadly hair had already healed. Stupid metabolism. This shot would take a little more time. Adam croaked hoarsely and tried to put his hands around my neck and choke me. I pushed his hands swiftly aside and scolded him.
"No, no, bad Adam. Let me finish! It's rude to interrupt." I wagged a finger at him.
"This book would be called…" I paused for effect. Adam rolled his eyes and said,
"Showoff. Let me go – now – I'm gonna – kill Train, stupid Black Cat, he deserves to die – let me GO - "
"Wrong! I'll tell you what the novel's called, Prince." I crowed. Leaning down, I whispered it in his ear.
"A Twisted Tale of Love." I spat the last word, stood up, and ran.
Oops! Sorry, guys – I forgot to explain why Adam's so jealous. Next chapter, I promise!
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