05-25-2017, 05:18 PM
The night was dark, but no longer, or rather, never had it been stormy. There was no rain, no trace of anything, and Christa blinked and felt the swaying of water below her. Her eyes opened once more and the robot was in her fucking face, “Life signs coherent, she’s waking up,” it announced in its machine voice.
Her pale blue eyes took in the scene and she gasped for air, there was a new feeling in her lungs as she remembered the sensation of breathing. Christa lurched upward, looked around. The moon was still high. How had Christa gotten here? Had it been an entire twenty-four hours already?
“W-what happened? Brief me.” She demanded to her robot, who was strangely enough, still in one piece.
“Well I asked you if you were ready to go in and get your sister and you collapsed before you could put on your wetsuit. You’ve been unconscious for two hours and forty-nine minutes.”
“I never even left the fucking boat?!” Christa was scalding with anger.
“No…” the robot’s machine voice trailed off upon examining her temper and increased heart rate and blood pressure.
“Please, drive the boat over to the opening of the cave as soon as possible,” she pointed with her left hand and they sped off, spewing frothing water and ripples of waves behind them.
The air was cold, wet, chilled from the night and the ocean’s mysteriously cool breeze. This was reality. She had it back. Katia was her mission, and Behemoth was leaving. Hopefully she had time to track which direction, or catch them before they could leave.
“Your scanners, do they show anything on the radar?” Christa demanded. Her priority high.
Her robot, other than thinking it must be awful to be a human being, with the rollercoaster of never ending emotional ups and downs, detected nothing. “No projectiles have left the island yet.”
“Good, nail it.” The gas accelerated.
In no time, the duo were once again in the mouth of the cave, staring into the abyss. Christa however, had changed, though her goal was the same. Save Katia.
The stealth attack was pointless. Now was the real time to go in guns blazing. Based on how she’d done on the test-run, she didn’t know how successful this time around would be, but she wasn’t about to give up on that basis. Her sister was on the line. Again.
They docked and Christa jumped from the boat, her choice weapon a little different, and a little more classic Christa. A sniper, her pistol, and a knife. A good set, when wielded by the worthy.
There was no use calling out for Katia this time, Christa would find her just as she’d intended.
The light Click-Clack! of Christa’s boots hitting rock as she sprinted down the hallways and over rocks followed her, the echo lightly permeated down creating the bubbles of reverberation that bounced against wall. The pathways were much different than the singular room he’d made up, however with every turn, every corner, Christa knew she was getting closer. Her heart was pumping faster and faster. Deliverance was just around the next corner. She knew, she could feel it, taste it. And..
Katia. Christa blinked, she was much older than the young girl she’d left behind by about five years. They were on the opposite side of the island, in a slightly larger cave than she and the robot had entered, this one had great ceilings with sharp spears of stalactite looming down from above. It was relatively empty, other than the medium sized boat that Katia had lifted her leg to climb aboard.
“Katia!” Christa said at the sight of her own blood. Memories of her as a little girl came flooding back as her sister lifted her head to look up. She wasn’t the only one though, Behemoth’s head twisted sharply around and wore a plastered expression of messy shock all across his pale, snakelike face.
Katia looked at Behemoth before her eyes moved back to her sister. She remained in place, neither boarded the boat, nor did she run into Christa’s arms like the perfect ending to their story.
“Behemoth. This ends, now.” Christa said in her most commanding voice yet, and a crumb of fear appeared in Behemoth’s snakelike, sparkling eyes.
“Does it?” He tilted his head and waited.
“I only need one shot to kill you,” Christa replied, “Katia step out of the way.”
Katia did not. Could’ve been Stockholm syndrome, or just where her loyalties were aligned, Katia looked ambivalent to the entire situation. Devoid of emotion, “What’ve you done to her, you monster?”
Christa prepared her rifle, it could be fired close range, they were about as far apart as a basketball court. It was dark, and she could use her night-vision scope to avoid missing. There was a round in the chamber. It would only take one shot and this would be over.
“I’ve done nothing but give her the choices to progress herself that you never could,” Behemoth spoke, however it didn’t seem like he was quite using Katia as a shield, he spoke more quietly, “Why don’t you step out of the way, alright?”
Christa blinked, was this a trick? Some sort of bluff? Or had he actually cared for her sister along the time they’d spent together. The sniper was sure her sister would be used as a meat shield. This act was nothing like the man she’d met in her mind. Nothing.
“Confused?” Behemoth said, walking toward her, into the light, as she stared him down through the barrel of her rifle.
To be completely honest, she couldn’t be moreso. “Stay where you are,” his power might have a range, and if it did, he would do anything to walk closer, challenge her, and then slay her yet again in her own mind.
“Alright,” Behemoth sensed her suspicions, “I don’t want to kill you, you should just let us leave peacefully, it would be best for all of us.”
“That’s not your daughter, that’s my sister,” Christa spat.
“I am fully aware. She’s safe elsewhere, far from here. We are going to reunite with her together, Katia can have a friend to play with, don’t you want nice things for her?” Behemoth twisted her intentions.
“You bastard. Stop this, you’re a monster, and I’ll gun you down in front of her if I have to.” Christa threatened. Her eyes left her target and fell on Katia. She’d settled for sitting on a rock, and had slouched her chin in her hands. She looked tired and bored and rather in a teenager’s sense “over it” and at the point of rolling her eyes.
“Did you ask Katia what she wanted?” Behemoth antagonized.
Christa’s eyes stuck on her sister, who’d perked up at the mention of her own name, they were fighting over her, the only real parental figures she’d ever had in life. God, this was fucked up. “It doesn’t matter, you don’t get to confuse her any longer, you don’t get that power over my sister, not now, not ever.”
KA-POWWW!
She’d hit him in the chest. There was a mark, it was black, no blood trickled out. Christa reloaded her next bullet and tried again. This time, aiming for his head. KA- POWWW! Well, she hit spot-on. No blood. Behemoth started to walk forward. A gentle click-clack of his growing footsteps sounded in her ears. He was in no rush, and it was completely unnerving.
Another. KA-POWW!
This was somehow reminiscent to shot-glasses slamming down on a wooden bar. She didn’t know why. But another round wouldn’t hurt at this point. She released the empty shell in the chamber and it chimed like a jingle before it stilled on the rocky ground.
He was a few feet away now, “This is some sort of trick,” Christa snarled and loaded another one.
“Stop hiding behind that useless gun,” Behemoth challenged and used his index finger to direct it in a downward direction.
Christa allowed it, only so that she could get closer and examine his non-wounds. “Why won’t you fucking bleed?”[/i]
“Because you’re not shooting at my actual body, this is a mere mirage,” he informed her calmly.
“You fucking asshole! Just give me my sister. Or I’ll go get her myself.” Christa tossed her rifle over her shoulder with the strap and strut until she reached her. “Katia?”
“This game isn’t fun anymore,” Katia spoke in a monotone.
“I know sweetie, I came here to take you home,” Christa said, hesitant to reach out to her.
“Home?” she sounded perplexed as she parroted the word. Katia’s eyes, as blue as Christa’s looked so much more tired. Gray, not in color, but in spirit. Lackluster. “I don’t have one.”
“You will, I’ll get it back, and I won’t leave your side again, you hear?” Christa’s voice was desperate as she pleaded with the girl.
“No more promises,” Katia stood up, she was tall, her dark hair longer, her face had lost its baby fat, matured with cheekbones.
“Katia do you know who I am?” Christa asked. Behemoth could take and mangle memories, of that, she was sure, just as he could plant false realities.
“Christa,” she said, her eyes finally reaching her older sister’s face, “My older sister.”
“Yes, good, good,” Christa’s head bobbed.
“And I?” Behemoth had snuck up behind Christa like a ghost, causing prickles to crawl along the back of her neck.
“Behemoth,” Katia spoke, her eyes needed not to reach his face, “My mentor.”
“What does he teach you?” Christa said as her eyes narrowed. The static between Behemoth and Christa was tangible. Malice and hatred spouted from Christa’s snarling expression. Behemoth was more aloof, calm, resistant now that he had gotten what he had always wanted.
“How to control it…” Katia’s voice trailed off.
“Control.. What?” Christa’s brows pushed together with the confusion she felt while, eyes widened as they fixed on her sister.
Then, the rumbling began.
Her pale blue eyes took in the scene and she gasped for air, there was a new feeling in her lungs as she remembered the sensation of breathing. Christa lurched upward, looked around. The moon was still high. How had Christa gotten here? Had it been an entire twenty-four hours already?
“W-what happened? Brief me.” She demanded to her robot, who was strangely enough, still in one piece.
“Well I asked you if you were ready to go in and get your sister and you collapsed before you could put on your wetsuit. You’ve been unconscious for two hours and forty-nine minutes.”
“I never even left the fucking boat?!” Christa was scalding with anger.
“No…” the robot’s machine voice trailed off upon examining her temper and increased heart rate and blood pressure.
“Please, drive the boat over to the opening of the cave as soon as possible,” she pointed with her left hand and they sped off, spewing frothing water and ripples of waves behind them.
The air was cold, wet, chilled from the night and the ocean’s mysteriously cool breeze. This was reality. She had it back. Katia was her mission, and Behemoth was leaving. Hopefully she had time to track which direction, or catch them before they could leave.
“Your scanners, do they show anything on the radar?” Christa demanded. Her priority high.
Her robot, other than thinking it must be awful to be a human being, with the rollercoaster of never ending emotional ups and downs, detected nothing. “No projectiles have left the island yet.”
“Good, nail it.” The gas accelerated.
In no time, the duo were once again in the mouth of the cave, staring into the abyss. Christa however, had changed, though her goal was the same. Save Katia.
The stealth attack was pointless. Now was the real time to go in guns blazing. Based on how she’d done on the test-run, she didn’t know how successful this time around would be, but she wasn’t about to give up on that basis. Her sister was on the line. Again.
They docked and Christa jumped from the boat, her choice weapon a little different, and a little more classic Christa. A sniper, her pistol, and a knife. A good set, when wielded by the worthy.
There was no use calling out for Katia this time, Christa would find her just as she’d intended.
The light Click-Clack! of Christa’s boots hitting rock as she sprinted down the hallways and over rocks followed her, the echo lightly permeated down creating the bubbles of reverberation that bounced against wall. The pathways were much different than the singular room he’d made up, however with every turn, every corner, Christa knew she was getting closer. Her heart was pumping faster and faster. Deliverance was just around the next corner. She knew, she could feel it, taste it. And..
Katia. Christa blinked, she was much older than the young girl she’d left behind by about five years. They were on the opposite side of the island, in a slightly larger cave than she and the robot had entered, this one had great ceilings with sharp spears of stalactite looming down from above. It was relatively empty, other than the medium sized boat that Katia had lifted her leg to climb aboard.
“Katia!” Christa said at the sight of her own blood. Memories of her as a little girl came flooding back as her sister lifted her head to look up. She wasn’t the only one though, Behemoth’s head twisted sharply around and wore a plastered expression of messy shock all across his pale, snakelike face.
Katia looked at Behemoth before her eyes moved back to her sister. She remained in place, neither boarded the boat, nor did she run into Christa’s arms like the perfect ending to their story.
“Behemoth. This ends, now.” Christa said in her most commanding voice yet, and a crumb of fear appeared in Behemoth’s snakelike, sparkling eyes.
“Does it?” He tilted his head and waited.
“I only need one shot to kill you,” Christa replied, “Katia step out of the way.”
Katia did not. Could’ve been Stockholm syndrome, or just where her loyalties were aligned, Katia looked ambivalent to the entire situation. Devoid of emotion, “What’ve you done to her, you monster?”
Christa prepared her rifle, it could be fired close range, they were about as far apart as a basketball court. It was dark, and she could use her night-vision scope to avoid missing. There was a round in the chamber. It would only take one shot and this would be over.
“I’ve done nothing but give her the choices to progress herself that you never could,” Behemoth spoke, however it didn’t seem like he was quite using Katia as a shield, he spoke more quietly, “Why don’t you step out of the way, alright?”
Christa blinked, was this a trick? Some sort of bluff? Or had he actually cared for her sister along the time they’d spent together. The sniper was sure her sister would be used as a meat shield. This act was nothing like the man she’d met in her mind. Nothing.
“Confused?” Behemoth said, walking toward her, into the light, as she stared him down through the barrel of her rifle.
To be completely honest, she couldn’t be moreso. “Stay where you are,” his power might have a range, and if it did, he would do anything to walk closer, challenge her, and then slay her yet again in her own mind.
“Alright,” Behemoth sensed her suspicions, “I don’t want to kill you, you should just let us leave peacefully, it would be best for all of us.”
“That’s not your daughter, that’s my sister,” Christa spat.
“I am fully aware. She’s safe elsewhere, far from here. We are going to reunite with her together, Katia can have a friend to play with, don’t you want nice things for her?” Behemoth twisted her intentions.
“You bastard. Stop this, you’re a monster, and I’ll gun you down in front of her if I have to.” Christa threatened. Her eyes left her target and fell on Katia. She’d settled for sitting on a rock, and had slouched her chin in her hands. She looked tired and bored and rather in a teenager’s sense “over it” and at the point of rolling her eyes.
“Did you ask Katia what she wanted?” Behemoth antagonized.
Christa’s eyes stuck on her sister, who’d perked up at the mention of her own name, they were fighting over her, the only real parental figures she’d ever had in life. God, this was fucked up. “It doesn’t matter, you don’t get to confuse her any longer, you don’t get that power over my sister, not now, not ever.”
KA-POWWW!
She’d hit him in the chest. There was a mark, it was black, no blood trickled out. Christa reloaded her next bullet and tried again. This time, aiming for his head. KA- POWWW! Well, she hit spot-on. No blood. Behemoth started to walk forward. A gentle click-clack of his growing footsteps sounded in her ears. He was in no rush, and it was completely unnerving.
Another. KA-POWW!
This was somehow reminiscent to shot-glasses slamming down on a wooden bar. She didn’t know why. But another round wouldn’t hurt at this point. She released the empty shell in the chamber and it chimed like a jingle before it stilled on the rocky ground.
He was a few feet away now, “This is some sort of trick,” Christa snarled and loaded another one.
“Stop hiding behind that useless gun,” Behemoth challenged and used his index finger to direct it in a downward direction.
Christa allowed it, only so that she could get closer and examine his non-wounds. “Why won’t you fucking bleed?”[/i]
“Because you’re not shooting at my actual body, this is a mere mirage,” he informed her calmly.
“You fucking asshole! Just give me my sister. Or I’ll go get her myself.” Christa tossed her rifle over her shoulder with the strap and strut until she reached her. “Katia?”
“This game isn’t fun anymore,” Katia spoke in a monotone.
“I know sweetie, I came here to take you home,” Christa said, hesitant to reach out to her.
“Home?” she sounded perplexed as she parroted the word. Katia’s eyes, as blue as Christa’s looked so much more tired. Gray, not in color, but in spirit. Lackluster. “I don’t have one.”
“You will, I’ll get it back, and I won’t leave your side again, you hear?” Christa’s voice was desperate as she pleaded with the girl.
“No more promises,” Katia stood up, she was tall, her dark hair longer, her face had lost its baby fat, matured with cheekbones.
“Katia do you know who I am?” Christa asked. Behemoth could take and mangle memories, of that, she was sure, just as he could plant false realities.
“Christa,” she said, her eyes finally reaching her older sister’s face, “My older sister.”
“Yes, good, good,” Christa’s head bobbed.
“And I?” Behemoth had snuck up behind Christa like a ghost, causing prickles to crawl along the back of her neck.
“Behemoth,” Katia spoke, her eyes needed not to reach his face, “My mentor.”
“What does he teach you?” Christa said as her eyes narrowed. The static between Behemoth and Christa was tangible. Malice and hatred spouted from Christa’s snarling expression. Behemoth was more aloof, calm, resistant now that he had gotten what he had always wanted.
“How to control it…” Katia’s voice trailed off.
“Control.. What?” Christa’s brows pushed together with the confusion she felt while, eyes widened as they fixed on her sister.
Then, the rumbling began.
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