Post by Adrian on Dec 10, 2010 10:46:40 GMT -5
"And this is mine as well," Natalie informed him, holding out the book for his inspection. It was a guide on how to summon and control demons. "If we're going to be friends," Natalie informed him, "you'll have to just accept that some things are true," she said in a tone remarkable only because of how rational it sounded while she told him to accept the truth of demons. "I know that demons are real because I am one," she said winking at him. "Do you want to see?"
He'd been caught in her room for almost fifteen minutes now. She wouldn't let him leave and he was afraid that if he tried she would raise hell. Maybe literally, he thought darkly, looking down at the book. "Sure," he said, distracted as his eyes roved around the room, looking for anything to distract her or a place he could excuse himself to so that he could morph. A bathroom, a closet, something. But like the last seven times he'd looked, there was nothing.
"I'm sorry." Adrian's head whipped around so quickly it hurt his neck. It wasn't the words that had called him but the voice. It was as different from Natalie's voice as the moon from the sun, still things of light but of different natures. His eyes met the sad eyes of the girl he'd been talking to and when he met them the dangerous edge was gone, but it was replaced by a sadness that mirrored the boundless nature of the sky. It just went on and on, back into her eyes and her shoulders had dropped, her entire frame had. It was as if she stood by another's will, a puppet hanging from a string or a piece of clothing draped over a hangar. "I'm sorry Adrian, I can't control her."
Controller he thought with a hint of disgust. It was, of course, the first thing he'd thought but he'd dismissed it after she had spent so much time with him without calling an alarm of any sort. But, unless demons really could be summoned, there was only one explanation for this abrupt personality shift.
"Natalie I take it, the real one," he said with an expressionless voice devoid of any humor or compassion but also stripped of any accusation or anger. She nodded and dragged herself back towards her bed, that is what it seemed like to him as she moved though, if pressed, he would have been forced to acknowledge that she walked.
"Go," she said as if that one word had almost depleted her stores of energy. "Before she comes back." Adrian didn't have to be asked twice. He put the book down and left the room, forcing his natural curiosity into a small box in his mind where it wouldn't cost he or Dustin their lives, hopefully.
He walked quickly through the hallways, attempting to look as if he belonged despite his morphing suit. He needed to know if Dustin was awake and he needed a safe place from which to work, a room he could morph in and not be disturbed. He kept his eyes open and tried every door. Eventually he found a linen closet. If he'd been a bigger man he wouldn't have been able to squeeze in the space under the bottom most shelf. The only reason it was there was because this was the part of the closet meant to store bulky comforters. He shoved all of the blankets onto other shelves and contorted his body so that he could squeeze into the space and still close the door.
Three minutes later Adrian sought the light under the crack of the door before buzzing out into the air beyond. <<Back on the line,>> he said as he made his way back towards the lower part of the house they were in. The fly's vision was confusing but that was what training was for. He'd more than learned to make sense of it during his time at the academy and he knew he'd come from downstairs so that was where he returned.
It took him so much longer than it had the first time despite the fact he felt like he was going mach 5 through the air but sensed the vibrations of voices ahead. He wanted to turn around and find a nice corner to hide in, maybe some grease to eat, but he kept on and landed on the door jam leading to the room he'd been in before. He saw Dustin tied to a chair and surrounded but he wasn't dead and he was awake.
<<Dustin, I'm in the room. I'm a fly. I think we need a distraction to help you get out of here.>>
He'd been caught in her room for almost fifteen minutes now. She wouldn't let him leave and he was afraid that if he tried she would raise hell. Maybe literally, he thought darkly, looking down at the book. "Sure," he said, distracted as his eyes roved around the room, looking for anything to distract her or a place he could excuse himself to so that he could morph. A bathroom, a closet, something. But like the last seven times he'd looked, there was nothing.
"I'm sorry." Adrian's head whipped around so quickly it hurt his neck. It wasn't the words that had called him but the voice. It was as different from Natalie's voice as the moon from the sun, still things of light but of different natures. His eyes met the sad eyes of the girl he'd been talking to and when he met them the dangerous edge was gone, but it was replaced by a sadness that mirrored the boundless nature of the sky. It just went on and on, back into her eyes and her shoulders had dropped, her entire frame had. It was as if she stood by another's will, a puppet hanging from a string or a piece of clothing draped over a hangar. "I'm sorry Adrian, I can't control her."
Controller he thought with a hint of disgust. It was, of course, the first thing he'd thought but he'd dismissed it after she had spent so much time with him without calling an alarm of any sort. But, unless demons really could be summoned, there was only one explanation for this abrupt personality shift.
"Natalie I take it, the real one," he said with an expressionless voice devoid of any humor or compassion but also stripped of any accusation or anger. She nodded and dragged herself back towards her bed, that is what it seemed like to him as she moved though, if pressed, he would have been forced to acknowledge that she walked.
"Go," she said as if that one word had almost depleted her stores of energy. "Before she comes back." Adrian didn't have to be asked twice. He put the book down and left the room, forcing his natural curiosity into a small box in his mind where it wouldn't cost he or Dustin their lives, hopefully.
He walked quickly through the hallways, attempting to look as if he belonged despite his morphing suit. He needed to know if Dustin was awake and he needed a safe place from which to work, a room he could morph in and not be disturbed. He kept his eyes open and tried every door. Eventually he found a linen closet. If he'd been a bigger man he wouldn't have been able to squeeze in the space under the bottom most shelf. The only reason it was there was because this was the part of the closet meant to store bulky comforters. He shoved all of the blankets onto other shelves and contorted his body so that he could squeeze into the space and still close the door.
Three minutes later Adrian sought the light under the crack of the door before buzzing out into the air beyond. <<Back on the line,>> he said as he made his way back towards the lower part of the house they were in. The fly's vision was confusing but that was what training was for. He'd more than learned to make sense of it during his time at the academy and he knew he'd come from downstairs so that was where he returned.
It took him so much longer than it had the first time despite the fact he felt like he was going mach 5 through the air but sensed the vibrations of voices ahead. He wanted to turn around and find a nice corner to hide in, maybe some grease to eat, but he kept on and landed on the door jam leading to the room he'd been in before. He saw Dustin tied to a chair and surrounded but he wasn't dead and he was awake.
<<Dustin, I'm in the room. I'm a fly. I think we need a distraction to help you get out of here.>>
