Short Story

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Her dreams didn't help the matter much either. Thankfully a long shower helped calm her mind and body. A bit of excitement and curiosity filled her as word of the evenings BBQ came her way. Desiree wondered how the others were dealing with the strange new. Did they all know? Were they all mated and settling in with one another? Or was there someone just as mixed up as she was still around?

Sam opened the mouth of the cook-stove and stoked the fire. Moving the coals around, he added another log. Taking Maggie’s que he worked silently, considering how her silence could be born from discontent. Moving towards the table, he grew frustrated as he replaced the condiments in the fridge, trying to think of what he could have done to piss her off.

Ava’s head throbbed as if a 30 foot wave was pounding against her skull. She stepped out of the building and onto the footpath in need of a break from the intensity of the office. She had recently been assigned the task of investigating a series of deaths caused by rogue drones. It was evident that there was a flaw in the manufacturing process but Ava had not yet determined what it was and with the presentation to the government looming over her she was beginning to feel as if time was a luxury she could not afford.

Everyone ate, talking to the human owners with the causality they’d speak to their own kind. They spoke of work and how the family was. Then, Undyne arrives back, blood spattered on her coat. She’d wrap her arm around Alphys, her girlfriend.

“Come with me.” Katherine told her before disappearing behind the curtain. Pushing herself off the ground she stared defiantly at the closed curtain, not moving from her spot.

How strange he must have looked, calling to her through the crowd. Lena couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. He seemed to not care that he was the only one that wasn't silently judging her, and now him. It felt nice to have him so carefree about associating with her. Nice to have someone who wasn't constantly on eggshells around her. She called out what she wanted, the typical things for a typical hot dog; ketchup, mustard and onion. There was something about hot dogs that gave her that 'at home' feeling, as though returning from a long day's play outside to your dad barbecuing that simple all American meal. Lena had only experienced that a handful of time though, and yet it still had meaning.

“I’ve almost breached their valve wall,” Killian’s fingers briefly stilled as she listened to the Eleven’s voice on the other end of the small device in her ear, before continuing their furious movements across the laptop. “I’m tracking her progress through the hospital.” She said in response to whatever had been said on the other end of the transmitter, adding in a clipped tone before Eleven could comment again. “She isn’t in any real danger at the moment, so stop interrupting and let me finish this.” Eleven of course knew that Killian was stretching the truth to suit her needs (in this instance getting her to stop with the inane question), but she also knew that if there was any real imminent danger Killian wouldn’t have started the hack

“I’m Luke and you. You are going to tell me what’s going on,” he said, grabbing her arm and walking her into a nearby alley way.

The close confines of the narrow corridor gave Andreas the heebie-jeebies. He’d rather walk the foyer of Bossman’s Netherworld pad. With colossal black columns, razor-sharp shards hanging from the ceiling and devil-red eyes in the darkness tracking his steps and Hellhounds lazing in a sulfuric reek. Better than lemon-scented polish, the smell of carpet shampoo and insulated white walls guiding him to a door marked, Private.

His boots echoed throughout the halls, rushing past scribes and servitors without a word nor pausing to stop to one of the Guardians and salute him. He had to reach his destination with no distractions or detours. He climbed the stairwell at the end of the hall, taking the steps two at a time. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he slowed his pace down to a fast walk, his face devoid of all signs of emotion. Pushing open the large double mahogany doors and approached the desk and the figure that set behind it. He then instantly went down to one knee, bowing his head before speaking.

The morning sun was shining brightly through the expensive clean and crisp windows that were newly installed just a day ago. Unpacked boxes of furniture and clothes stayed in perfectly straight rows of 2 stacked with the heavy boxes to the lightest. The wooden floor boards were shiny and brightly polished. An unlit pellet stove was in the corner of the room without a speck of dust or soot on it. A young girl at the age of 23 was standing in front of a rather large mirror perfectly centered hanging on the door leading into the room. The girl placed a badge hanging on a chain over her head onto her neck, she did a final fervent look at her blue dyed hair and athletic build dressed in a casual pair of skinny jeans with a shirt and FBI

“I really don’t understand what I’m doing right now,” Jared complained. He was working on an extremely difficult math problem that his father had given him.

Once my father grabbed three chairs, we all sat down in a circle. She looked pained as she stared down at her hands. She looked so grim, her whole body trembled, here eyes trying to look at anything but me.

I never believed him. No one did. a secret organization forcing He talked about.that inserted animal genes into randomly selected people and mutating them into creatures that they use labor. The labor was mind-crushing mainstream mining. They did mining until they dropped to gain money. The powers they gain and their appearance from the genes varied on the person to person for good or for worse. The ones that were exterminated was the corrupt ones he proclaimed. I speculated that he did it for attention or he wasn’t all there. Until one day when everything changed. at work in the cafe making pastries also examining all the food I was finishing my shift. After I left the store. I sighed puffing out white smoke fogging up my glasses .Making