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Biowulf slashed at Circe who jumped out of the way. Her secondary mouth sprouted, and an ear-splitting screech emitted from it. Biowulf braced himself as the soundwaves passed over him. He slid back from the blast but nothing else happened. He lunged at her, claws splayed. She met each of his hits with her own. But she was pushed back until a roundhouse kick felled her.
"Bah! Pathetic. Your moves are still sloppy." He scoffed as he offered her a hand. She took it and he roughly hauled her up. "Providence would eat you for lunch."
"Haha lunch!" Skalamander sneered. "She doesn't have enough meat on her to stick between my teeth."
"If you're saying I'm thin, thanks." Circe retorted. "I try to keep my girlish figure."
"Enough. We need to practice." Biowulf snapped. "Again!" He got into a fighting stance.
Circe gritted her teeth and got into her fighting stance.
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Circe limped to her room.
"Circe got her butt whooped, Circe got her butt whooped." A sing song voice came from above her. Circe tiredly glanced up to see a head hanging upside down from a red hole in the ceiling.
"Not now, Breach. I'm not in the mood." Circe grumbled.
She was stopped in her tracks by an ice pack dropped at her feet. She looked up in surprise as Breach slunk back into her hole.
"Thanks." Circe called as the red void shrunk closed. She picked up the bag. Brushing off the dirt, she placed the ice on her sore shoulder. Entering her room, she noticed that her room had be rearranged. Her bed was flipped upside down. Her dresser was pushed drawer side against the wall. Her clothes were sorted into piles on the floor. "Breach!" She yelled angrily. Disembodied laughter echoed through the room. Circe huffed and stomped out of the room. There was only one place that she could go after one of Breach's little pranks.
She walked down the hall and walked toward a vine covered wall. When she reached it, she shoved the overgrown vegetation aside to reveal an opening. Ducking to avoid the low hanging branches, she walked through the entryway and down a set of stairs. Although it was pitch dark, she had trudged these steps many times, mainly to get away from the Pack when they became too much. Not that she wasn't grateful for them taking her in, but sometimes they were a little too… intense for her. Biowulf was trying to make her into, in his words, a real warrior. Skalamander couldn't care less about her. Most of the time he ignored her. Breach liked to mess with everyone except Van Kleiss. She seemed to be frightened of him. To be honest, she was a little scared of him herself. There were days when he seemed to care about her well-being and then there were others where it seemed he was grooming them for something. Another reason no EVOs would come down here was the EVOs that Van Kleiss sent down the tunnels never returned. But she avoided that area. She discovered this hole one day when she needed a place to… gather herself. It had been a particularly bad week. They were at the UN where Van Kleiss wanted to "talk" to the nations of the world. He was going to convince them that EVOs had the right to exist… no… not only exist but had the right to the world. Van Kleiss wanted to get Rex on their side. It was her job to try to convince him. She ended up clobbering him over the head. The guilt was overwhelming. She was sure he would hate her afterwards. He certainly was angry, not that she blamed him. To her surprise though he still seemed open to talking to her. She tried to bring him to their side. He turned her down. She didn't let it show but she was… disappointed. That wasn't the right word… devastated. That was too strong. Somewhere between those two was how she felt… and it didn't help that Van Kleiss was livid that his plan was foiled by Rex again. He seemed to blame her. She had tried. Rex just lived by a different code. In some ways she respected him for it even though it made it easy for her to manipulate him.
And that was the problem. It hurt her to play him. She really did like him. He was not like anyone she'd ever met before. He had… integrity. She was surprised by the word popping into her head. Not knowing what to do she searched for a place, so she could be alone to think and to avoid Van Kleiss. That seemed like a million years ago. Now here she was. Her foot touched the floor. Even though they were now in the lower depths of the castle, light streamed from the cracks above illuminating the cavern where she now stood.
She whistled. A large worm appeared from one of the many tunnels that littered the cavern.
"Hey, Bannock, just needed to get away again." She said. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out some vegetation. She tossed it on the ground. For such a large creature it was quite nimble as it scooped up the treat. As it contently chewed or whatever it was doing, Circe patted it on its side.
"Why is my life so complicated?" She wondered out loud. Sighing she sat on a fallen stone. Bannock sensing her melancholy nuzzled her. She patted its head. "Well, at least I have one friend." Then Rex's face came unbidden to her mind's eye. "I don't know… I don't know if he's my friend. I certainly haven't been much of one to him." She said sadly. "Maybe..." She buried her face in Bannock rough skin. " Maybe one day."
I am working on Lost. I just needed a break. I'm slowly drowning in work and real life,so I wrote a stream of consciousness story. I know it's not very good but this was floating in my head for a while now. Kinda reflects the turmoil I feel.