Amelie's Point of View
My driver dropped us off at Common Grounds and myself and Claire went inside. I carried on to Oliver's office and opened the door.
Inside, Christopher was tied to a chair with Oliver writing down on the pad.
"Nice to see-ah!" Christopher tried to say, but Myrnin punched his arm. I had to apologize to him.
I walked up to Myrnin and placed a hand on his chest. "I'm sorry for what I did."
"No need to apologise. You were just stressed." Myrnin replied. "Oliver has got a lot of writing for you. Unless he's just drawing." I sighed and sat down to the side of Oliver, but in clear view of Christopher. "I wanted to write but he said you wouldn't be able to read it." Myrnin added.
"Can I see?" I held out my hand for the pad. Oliver gave it to me.
"I haven't found out much." He said. Looking down the list, he had written that Christopher has a medium pain tolerance and he was not from a different planet. I looked up at Oliver.
"He's not from a different planet?"
"Myrnin thought it would be helpful." Oliver said. "I went out to get an employee on the counter and he, for some reason thought you needed to know that. Also, you might need these." He handed me a pair of gloves, which I put on.
"Right." I said. "Why have you come here?" I asked Christopher.
"To see you. I came all the way from the small island of Christmas." I stare at him, not believing him one bit. But I find no point in finding out where he lives.
"Why did you come all this way to see me?"
"To test something out. My skin feels weird doesn't it?" Christopher asked.
"You wanted to try out mind control?" I asked, remembering when he made me think I am in my office and that Claire had found me. That made anger rise up inside; a voice said I should just rip off his head just for doing that.
"This is the most I got out of him, since we got him in here." Oliver said. I looked at him.
"So he hasn't said anything?"
"He has. Just not what I want. He kept saying he would only speak to you, so I had to persuade him to cough up the answers I have on the paper." Oliver explained.
"He hit him, a lot." Myrnin added.
"It didn't hurt. You can barely see where he hit me; and really you can't see any bruises or anything." Christopher said.
"I can easily add more. Show Amelie you do bruise under that skin." Oliver said, threateningly.
"Not now." I said, before Oliver could punch him. Oliver gave me a look, then released his clenched hand. "Now, about how you do the mind control." I began again.
"Illusions." Christopher smiles. "It's quite easy actually. I was top of the class and I am very skilled."
"They are a lot to be desired." I said. The door opened and Claire walked in, with a tray with 3 cups of coffee on and a plate of doughnuts.
"Doughnuts!" Myrnin said and took the plate and ate one, spilling crumbs on the floor.
"Put them on the table." I said. "And Myrnin, please be neater when you eat. This is not my office, but show a bit of respect."
"Then you shouldn't care. Oliver does plenty of cleaning. A little more wouldn't hurt." Myrnin asked, with his mouth full. "Everywhere's dirty."
"Your lab's dirtier." Oliver said. I sighed.
"Stop this petty argument." I said, standing up. Oliver sent me another look, obviously not liking being ordered around.
"This is nice. Who is this pretty girl? Your maid?" Christopher asked. Myrnin punched Christopher's arm harder. "Ow!"
"It would be wise to keep your mouth shut." Oliver said.
"I'm not her maid. I'm just someone who helps her, sometimes." Claire said.
"Yeah, right. Bet you enjoy being behind closed doors." I growled and grabbed Christopher's neck bending it back, which must be uncomfortable, but I didn't care.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't break your neck?"
"Because that won't kill me. Your crazy friend here did it, but I'm still here."
"You won't come back from beheading, though will you?" I asked. "Or would you like to test that theory?"
"You won't do that." He said. This is humans weakness; they underestimate me. I bend Christopher's neck back, until I hear bones popping and snapping.
"Amelie, stop." Claire pleaded. "Can't you hear him?"
"He asked for it, Claire. He's getting what he asked for." Oliver said. I could feel Christopher struggling under my hand.
"Alright, you can do it! Let go!" He yells.
"Amelie, stop please." After what felt like an eternity, I let go of his neck.
"Don't underestimate me." I said. That quietened him. "Now, you speak when your spoken to, or I can easily get rid of you. No-one will miss you." I said and sat back down.
Myrnin ate another doughnut and Christopher coughed. "I just wanted to see if I could make you go crazy."
"You've failed. I've been through worse." I said. "What is this fascination you have with myself and Claire?"
"I was just playing. Do you actually love each other?" He asked.
"No. Why did you keep mentioning her name?"
"You cared about her most. I could see it... You know." Christopher said and moaned, moving his head.
"I wouldn't. I broke a few bones, so unless you want to be paralyzed for the rest of your miserable life, I wouldn't move." I said. "I do care about her, but I don't love her. I don't have time for that." I added. I could see Christopher thinking, then he strained against the ropes.
"Don't think your getting out in a hurry." Oliver said. "Those ropes are tied tight."
"I know, I can barely feel my hands." Christopher replied, shifting his position.
"How would you, you're barely alive." Myrnin said. Christopher smiles. His skin gained a human colour and his heartbeat quickened.
"How does he do that?" Claire whispered. There was no point whispering; maybe he could hear her anyway.
"However he does that." I replied.
"Just another trick. It hurt at first-" Christopher started.
"Good." Oliver cut in.
"...And I fainted a few times, but I got used to it. It comes in handy when I'm playing dead." He finished.
"I found that out. But you must have been dead, there was no heartbeat." Myrnin said.
"It's part of his "playing dead" trick, that's why." I said. "Will you be leaving?" I asked, hoping he would be.
"Maybe not. I want to spend some more time with you." Christopher replied.
I had, had enough. I stood up. "Keep questioning him, then put him in a prison cell. I will talk to him later."
"Of course." Myrnin said. I took my cup of coffee and went out, with Claire following.
"Bye, m- Ow! Stop!" I closed the door.
"So... Where are we going?" Claire asked.
"To my house. Your right, we need to spend the day together." I drank the coffee and put it on the counter then went out to the car and waited for Claire.
Hope you like this chapter! The next will have a titch bit more action then... Stuff. You shall find out :D
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