Shattered Dimensions
Chapter 8, Playing With Fire
Nobody's POV
Unknown Location
"Where are we?" A female voice asked. She was responded with silence. As she walked through the blackness, her footsteps echoed all around her. She continued straight ahead in order to keep from getting turned around. She continued to walk into the eternal darkness. Suddenly there was a small, bright point in the distance in front of her. She began to walk towards it. It grew bigger as she got closer. When she reached it, it engulfed her. All she could see was the bright light. Then the light began to dim. She blinked a few times and looked at her surroundings. The place was barren. A gray dust rest upon the surface of the place. All noise had stopped. This place was strange. She looked behind her and her eyes widened. That is when she realized it. She was no longer on Earth, but the Moon instead. A hand rest upon her shoulder. She turned to see the body of Zhianwuo. Only difference being that he did not wear the mask.
"Do you like the view?" he asked, "You are the first person to step foot upon our world's satellite." She nodded her head, too stunned to speak. Zhianwuo looked upon the Earth with her.
"Not everyone has the chance to do this, you know? It is a once in a lifetime chance. You are the first of the thirteen to walk on the moon. Please enjoy it while it lasts," he said. She continued to stare in awe.
"Twelve," she said.
"Excuse me?" Zhianwuo asked. She looked at him.
"There were twelve men to ever walk on the moon. You said thirteen," she corrected him.
"It is thirteen now," Zhianwuo said, smiling. She was surprised by this. He never smiles, it is against his nature. She then divert back to staring at the world. Her mind was racing at all of this.
"Why?" she asked as she watched the world. Zhianwuo took a second to contemplate his response.
"It gets lonely up here," he answered, honestly. His hand still rested upon her shoulder. He removed it and stood next to her. He turned toward her.
"Amy…" his voice trailed off. She looked at him. Zhianwuo did not know what had come over him. He saw it in her eyes too; the look of familiarity. Not the familiarity of that he was just noticed, but that of something that cannot be explained, the sense of reconnection. She faced him. She knew what was happening was inappropriate, but something inside of her pressed for her to continue.
The strange feeling closed the space between them. They both knew what they were doing was wrong. Zhianwuo knew that this feeling would dissipate when they left the satellite. Zhianwuo rested his hands on her lower back. Amy wrapped her arms around Zhianwuo's neck. She wanted to break free of this but could not. Slowly their faces came together, and they fell into a passionate kiss. They both knew that this was not right, but they were unable to resist. As they kissed, Zhianwuo placed his cool hands on her hips, under her shirt. He then slowly ran his hands up her sides, evoking a sharp inhale from her.
After what seemed like an eternity, their lips finally separated. They began losing clothing items. First was Amy's shirt, then Zhianwuo's. The items floated gently to the ground in the low gravity environment. Soon they were down to nothing but their undergarments. With a smile, Zhianwuo flicked his fingers, causing her bra to become unhooked. Amy took the liberty to slowly remove it, teasing Zhianwuo. As the bra hit the ground, Zhianwuo cupped her breasts in his hands and leaned in for another kiss.
Meanwhile
Tyler Barnes' Flagship
Jake's POV
As I walked about the ship, I thought on what Amy had said. I checked my watch. We would meet in one hour. I wondered what was so important that she could not tell me on the ship. If you can't trust the ship to be secure, then nothing was secure. As I walked down the hall, Clayton ran past, he was still covered mostly in bandages, though his healing was quick, it wasn't that fast. Even my nose had not fully healed yet. He was calling out for Amy.
"Hey, nimrod!" I shouted after him. He stopped and turned and glared at me.
"If she hasn't found you by now, she probably isn't on the ship," I explained. He took off down a hallway, towards Tyler's office. When I was in there, I did not get chewed out as bad as I thought I would. In fact, he commended me on doing what no one has done before, beat Clayton. I was still chewed out for not sparring 'by the book'. When I finally snapped out of my trance, I was nearing my quarters. Suddenly someone walked swiftly by me, it was Amy. Before I could tell her that Clayton was looking for her, she had gone into her room and shut the door behind her.
She seemed nervous. I walked up to her door. I waited a second, to gather what I was going to say, and then knocked. There was no response. I knocked again, same thing. I then slowly opened the door and entered the room, shutting the door behind me. The lights in the room were off, cloaking it in darkness. I gave my eyes a second to adjust. It was still dark, but at least I could see everything now. I looked around the room and finally spotted Amy. She sat curled up, crying. This was a strange sight. I did the only thing sensible that I could think of; I sat at the foot of her bed and watched her. After a few seconds I spoke up.
"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked up at me before putting her head on her knees again. My expression softened a little.
"You can tell me. I won't tell anyone without your say so," I said. I patiently waited for her response. She took a deep breath.
"Do you promise?" she asked.
"I promise," I responded.
"Zhianwuo-" she tried to complete the sentence but could not. Instead, she, more or less, made hand gestures.
"Raped you?" I said inquisitively, hoping that I was reading the hand gestures right. She took a second before responding.
"It was more like casual sex," she said, wiping away a tear. I took a second to think about what I just heard. Amy just admitted to having casual sex with the man who would rather rip her heart out with his bare hands and eat it.
"You'll, at the least, have to tell Clayton eventually," I said.
"Eventually," she responded, "I'm not proud of this, okay?" She glared at me.
"And I never said you were," I said, calmly, "I am just saying that will be difficult to explain if you get pregnant." She looked down at her stomach before looking at me again.
"Okay," she said, wiping away the last tear on her face.
"Oh, and, speaking of which, Clayton is looking for you," I said. She nodded, gave me a quick hug, and rushed out of the room.
"She isn't too right in the head, is she?" I said to myself.
Roask's POV
Roask's Empire
I paced back and forth in front of my throne. My trusted assistant, Zhianwuo, had disappeared. Even Talon, who could detect anyone in the world, could not find him. It was like he dropped out of existence. We were going to be late for the meeting if he did not show up for the meeting in the next five minutes. Sure enough, he came through the door. He adorned his usual attire.
"Sorry I am running late, master," he said.
"Where were you?" I inquired, "Talon could not find you." He paused for a second before continuing to get closer to the throne.
"I was on this planet's satellite," he replied.
"I see," I replied, "no wonder Talon could not find you." This meeting was very important; it was the difference between either dividing my soldiers, or gaining a second fighting force.
"You are fluent in Dragonspeak, correct," I asked. He did an exaggerated nod.
"Yes, master," he replied.
"Good, our success relies on your translation and manipulation abilities," I said, "Now, let us not keep this Scarface waiting."