12-12-2015, 11:00 PM
Christa’s eyes remained on Abner’s. She had a feeling the moment wouldn’t last. That their time together was fleeting.
She was right.
“Ah… Am I interrupting anything, fearless leader?”
Christa grinned, and was rather silent about the introductions with her sister. She was something valuable. While Christa had been ruthless to achieve her goal, now she had everything she wanted, and her momentary silence was proof enough that she was content.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Katia,” the old man, her closest friend, spoke.
Katia greeted him, “It’s nice to meet you too, I take it you’re one of Chris’s friends?”
Isaac grinned in response to the small mention of Christa. Not because he was regarded as her friend, but because the nickname up until now had gone unmentioned. Unmentioned even by the other side of Katia, the one in the woods. It was almost like ‘proof’ and the youthful girl’s smile remained to fill the settling air with new hope.
More familiar faces showed up. Even ones they had lost. Christa too, had plans to honor some lost memories, but not here. Prickles of sensed danger caused the hair on her neck to rise, even during the rush of seeing a familiar face, it was almost like she was greeted by an old friend. A reminder of what she had given to get here.
...
Christa had, however, not been at ease during her moments with her sister. Her senses were on point, and her eyes glided over the room as though searching for untold secrets.
There was something in the leader’s gut that told her the agony was over, but there was also another, more compelling instinct that told her there was definitely more to come.
Eternity.
She would’ve spent it with her sister, doing nothing, raising her, watching her grow into a better version of herself - and it wasn’t like that would’ve been hard to achieve. But Christa had killed people, in the name of her goal. She hadn’t searched for her destiny, but only longed to be delivered home. When asked if there was an escape, she was pretty sure Omni had said no. So she opted for her real goal anyway. Like she gave a damn if she ever returned to her war-ridden world anyway.
Her sister was safer here. Christa knew where she’d take her. She knew where she would settle. But she also knew she wouldn’t stay. Not forever. It pained her, even the thought, to think of leaving her sister’s side even for an instant. But the woman had grown over these months. She had grown to know what was best. For her and her sister.
Deep down, doubt, unquenchable doubt, wrestled in her sound mind. Doubt that it was over. Doubt that Katia even recognized a face that once was her sisters, but now, was a completely different woman. Christa was a year older, and a hell of a lot more composed than she may have been having a stormtrooper look her straight in the eyes.
Christa was about to greet Abner, introduce her sister, and all the pleasantries with a cherry on top. Alert senses however caused the Prime to sidestep directly in front of her sister as a faceless threat stepped into a dangerously close range. Unflinchingly, repulsively, Christa drew her pistol and aimed at the armed man’s tall forehead.
He wasn’t expecting the whole ‘mother bear’ deal, that was evident enough as the revolt of fear quivered on his lip. For Christa, the journey still wasn’t over. They weren’t safe, and were far from it in the Nexus. Out in the open. All she could think about were land mines. It was unreasonable, and the logic of the situation told her the same, but, there was no reason for her to not use every precaution in her power to survive. No, not even that. For her to protect what she had gone all that way for. Everything she had sacrificed was for her sister. She wouldn’t lose her again, and frankly, Christa wasn’t sure she could bare witnessing her sister’s death again without some serious gunfire being delivered to those responsible.
Oh that’s right. That man would be held responsible too.
For now, she gulped down her spite and confronted the older man, asking in a stern voice. “Who (the hell) are you?”
“Ah, you’ll have to excuse me, I’m Ginas from the Pale Moors. You’ll have to excuse me for exercising precaution,” he lowered his very ready sword. Christa’s eyes icily tore through his skin and bone. Her eyes were unyielding, and it seemed as though she assume he was an assassin. “Can’t be too careful in that verse. But, aside from that-”
“What are you doing here, what do you want?” Christa seemed to relax, but her pistol’s aim didn’t move an inch.
“You see, I was sent by someone to get your-”
There was a click as the bullet cocked in the chamber. Fury fueled by gasoline, in her gaze. “Does it look like now’s a good time to approach me?” A swift glance down to her sister, whose head had dipped, broke Christa out of combat-mode. “Damn it.”
Her weapon lowered, though her muscles remained tense, as could be told by the bulges in her neck. “Who was it, Huffinton? Barney?” Christa seemed to guess, but the names from a year ago escaped her.
“Mornel.” The man said dismally, and his face darkened at the thought, while his hand lingered close to his belt, where his sword hung ready to be sprung loose.
“Mornel, huh, that bas...” Her eyes fell on her sister. Poor example. Warning thoughts rang loudly. “Listen, I’m with my sister right now. She’s not to be involved. If you’ll excuse me, didn’t I give him a number to reach me at?”
“You’ve... We’ve tried that number for months now. Suddenly it stopped ringing, and we were sent to a disconnected line. All this time, we all thought you were dead.”
It dawned on Christa, just how long their journey had taken, and perhaps, how long their time in the Void, and their time in the Oververse, had extended to the many verses below.
“Well, I’m here now.” She relented, and seemed as though she were going to add something before the man continued.
“They’re dead,” Before Christa could ask who, he continued, with dread weighing heavily on each word, “All of them. No one survived. It was a massacre. I... My leg was... Well you can see.” Her eyes, once imperceptibly cold, were now chilled with fear as her mind exchanged the distant memory of an able-bodied man in his twenties, to the withered old man that now stood in front of him.
“Jesus, is that you Marko?” A nod came from his fragile movements. The man looked like he was fresh from battle, and the arthritic ache in his hand would not hold the crutch any longer. She lunged to catch him, and as she lowered him to the ground, she found his skin cold, and his eyes, now glazed over. The words escaped her without a filter, they wavered, as though she had been reduced to someone naive to death. They were words so full of worry, words almost as though they were meant for a friend, “Oh my god.”
“He’s dead.” She concluded, and quickly abandoned the corpse to the entourage behind him. Each wore black, and the others had donned masks to shield their faces. One leaned close to whisper something in Christa’s ear. The others would not have been able to pick it up, but the words were a warning. War is coming.
Shit. Christa cursed to herself, so that Katia would not have to see her panic. Once she had screamed, and she had lost everything to fear. Never again.
“Chris,” Katia’s joyful expression seemed to have weathered the storm, “I see a lot of new faces, and I can’t possibly know what’s going through your mind, but I want to assure you, I’ll be alright.”
With that, fresh fear trickled in. The words were supposed to reassure her, but now Christa couldn’t help but to skeptically think that her sister remembered when THAT had happened. Now, the girl’s eyes asked for an explanation, hell, probably everyone who was watching was asking for one.
Christa found the words, and hoped her tone would be charismatic enough to deliver them, “He’s an old friend of mine. Looks like he’s gone through hell and back again, but, he was in a rough place when I last saw him, now that I’m a Prime, I’ll have the chance to bring him back and ask him what that was about. For now though, I’d like to give you my phone number, so we can all stay in touch.”
Convincing enough? She questioned herself, and looked at Isaac and Abner’s faces. Waiting for the words to set in.
She was right.
“Ah… Am I interrupting anything, fearless leader?”
Christa grinned, and was rather silent about the introductions with her sister. She was something valuable. While Christa had been ruthless to achieve her goal, now she had everything she wanted, and her momentary silence was proof enough that she was content.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Katia,” the old man, her closest friend, spoke.
Katia greeted him, “It’s nice to meet you too, I take it you’re one of Chris’s friends?”
Isaac grinned in response to the small mention of Christa. Not because he was regarded as her friend, but because the nickname up until now had gone unmentioned. Unmentioned even by the other side of Katia, the one in the woods. It was almost like ‘proof’ and the youthful girl’s smile remained to fill the settling air with new hope.
More familiar faces showed up. Even ones they had lost. Christa too, had plans to honor some lost memories, but not here. Prickles of sensed danger caused the hair on her neck to rise, even during the rush of seeing a familiar face, it was almost like she was greeted by an old friend. A reminder of what she had given to get here.
...
Christa had, however, not been at ease during her moments with her sister. Her senses were on point, and her eyes glided over the room as though searching for untold secrets.
There was something in the leader’s gut that told her the agony was over, but there was also another, more compelling instinct that told her there was definitely more to come.
Eternity.
She would’ve spent it with her sister, doing nothing, raising her, watching her grow into a better version of herself - and it wasn’t like that would’ve been hard to achieve. But Christa had killed people, in the name of her goal. She hadn’t searched for her destiny, but only longed to be delivered home. When asked if there was an escape, she was pretty sure Omni had said no. So she opted for her real goal anyway. Like she gave a damn if she ever returned to her war-ridden world anyway.
Her sister was safer here. Christa knew where she’d take her. She knew where she would settle. But she also knew she wouldn’t stay. Not forever. It pained her, even the thought, to think of leaving her sister’s side even for an instant. But the woman had grown over these months. She had grown to know what was best. For her and her sister.
Deep down, doubt, unquenchable doubt, wrestled in her sound mind. Doubt that it was over. Doubt that Katia even recognized a face that once was her sisters, but now, was a completely different woman. Christa was a year older, and a hell of a lot more composed than she may have been having a stormtrooper look her straight in the eyes.
Christa was about to greet Abner, introduce her sister, and all the pleasantries with a cherry on top. Alert senses however caused the Prime to sidestep directly in front of her sister as a faceless threat stepped into a dangerously close range. Unflinchingly, repulsively, Christa drew her pistol and aimed at the armed man’s tall forehead.
He wasn’t expecting the whole ‘mother bear’ deal, that was evident enough as the revolt of fear quivered on his lip. For Christa, the journey still wasn’t over. They weren’t safe, and were far from it in the Nexus. Out in the open. All she could think about were land mines. It was unreasonable, and the logic of the situation told her the same, but, there was no reason for her to not use every precaution in her power to survive. No, not even that. For her to protect what she had gone all that way for. Everything she had sacrificed was for her sister. She wouldn’t lose her again, and frankly, Christa wasn’t sure she could bare witnessing her sister’s death again without some serious gunfire being delivered to those responsible.
Oh that’s right. That man would be held responsible too.
For now, she gulped down her spite and confronted the older man, asking in a stern voice. “Who (the hell) are you?”
“Ah, you’ll have to excuse me, I’m Ginas from the Pale Moors. You’ll have to excuse me for exercising precaution,” he lowered his very ready sword. Christa’s eyes icily tore through his skin and bone. Her eyes were unyielding, and it seemed as though she assume he was an assassin. “Can’t be too careful in that verse. But, aside from that-”
“What are you doing here, what do you want?” Christa seemed to relax, but her pistol’s aim didn’t move an inch.
“You see, I was sent by someone to get your-”
There was a click as the bullet cocked in the chamber. Fury fueled by gasoline, in her gaze. “Does it look like now’s a good time to approach me?” A swift glance down to her sister, whose head had dipped, broke Christa out of combat-mode. “Damn it.”
Her weapon lowered, though her muscles remained tense, as could be told by the bulges in her neck. “Who was it, Huffinton? Barney?” Christa seemed to guess, but the names from a year ago escaped her.
“Mornel.” The man said dismally, and his face darkened at the thought, while his hand lingered close to his belt, where his sword hung ready to be sprung loose.
“Mornel, huh, that bas...” Her eyes fell on her sister. Poor example. Warning thoughts rang loudly. “Listen, I’m with my sister right now. She’s not to be involved. If you’ll excuse me, didn’t I give him a number to reach me at?”
“You’ve... We’ve tried that number for months now. Suddenly it stopped ringing, and we were sent to a disconnected line. All this time, we all thought you were dead.”
It dawned on Christa, just how long their journey had taken, and perhaps, how long their time in the Void, and their time in the Oververse, had extended to the many verses below.
“Well, I’m here now.” She relented, and seemed as though she were going to add something before the man continued.
“They’re dead,” Before Christa could ask who, he continued, with dread weighing heavily on each word, “All of them. No one survived. It was a massacre. I... My leg was... Well you can see.” Her eyes, once imperceptibly cold, were now chilled with fear as her mind exchanged the distant memory of an able-bodied man in his twenties, to the withered old man that now stood in front of him.
“Jesus, is that you Marko?” A nod came from his fragile movements. The man looked like he was fresh from battle, and the arthritic ache in his hand would not hold the crutch any longer. She lunged to catch him, and as she lowered him to the ground, she found his skin cold, and his eyes, now glazed over. The words escaped her without a filter, they wavered, as though she had been reduced to someone naive to death. They were words so full of worry, words almost as though they were meant for a friend, “Oh my god.”
“He’s dead.” She concluded, and quickly abandoned the corpse to the entourage behind him. Each wore black, and the others had donned masks to shield their faces. One leaned close to whisper something in Christa’s ear. The others would not have been able to pick it up, but the words were a warning. War is coming.
Shit. Christa cursed to herself, so that Katia would not have to see her panic. Once she had screamed, and she had lost everything to fear. Never again.
“Chris,” Katia’s joyful expression seemed to have weathered the storm, “I see a lot of new faces, and I can’t possibly know what’s going through your mind, but I want to assure you, I’ll be alright.”
With that, fresh fear trickled in. The words were supposed to reassure her, but now Christa couldn’t help but to skeptically think that her sister remembered when THAT had happened. Now, the girl’s eyes asked for an explanation, hell, probably everyone who was watching was asking for one.
Christa found the words, and hoped her tone would be charismatic enough to deliver them, “He’s an old friend of mine. Looks like he’s gone through hell and back again, but, he was in a rough place when I last saw him, now that I’m a Prime, I’ll have the chance to bring him back and ask him what that was about. For now though, I’d like to give you my phone number, so we can all stay in touch.”
Convincing enough? She questioned herself, and looked at Isaac and Abner’s faces. Waiting for the words to set in.
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