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Authors: C.J. Carella
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he could have been if all the bad things in his life hadn’t happened. She fell in love with that face.
He glanced around with interest before sitting on the bed next to her. “Nice digs,” he said. “I didn’t realize you were partial to pajamas,” he added, and she realized she was wearing her Hello Kitty bedtime outfit yet again. Embarrassing.
“Not really,” she said. “Not anymore. I…” A new type of agony flared up, silencing her. She felt her right eye break , and the pain was like a spike driving through her head, and even in Dreamland, it was intense enough she screamed.
Mark was holding her. “Mark, I think, she, she put out my eye!” Out in the real world, blood and other stuff was running down her cheek, where talons had torn into her face. She was being kicked and punched as well, but those aches were nothing compared to what’d happened to her eye.
“Guess it’s time to break out, then,” he said.
“Wait!” It was hard to think with the horrible pain in her eye, but she forced herself to do it. The beating had stopped; despite the waves of agony coursing through her, she forced herself to pay attention. Baba Yaga was arguing with the Mind; if she only could understand what they were saying…
The Codex in her hand twitched. “… stand aside or die beside her,” Baba Yaga said, and Christine understood the words perfectly. Good going, Codex.
“She has been subdued,” the Mind replied, only a slight wavering in his voice betraying how scared he was. “Our lord and master is on his way here. Do you think he will approve of your killing the girl now?”
“You told him? You little German cockroach, I should crush you where you stand!”
“I did my duty. You will do yours. The girl has been punished. We will double the guard detail and the number of disruptor restraints. Our instruments were able to capture some of the input from the Codex, and we’ve obtained an incredible amount of data. That alone made this experiment a worthwhile one.”
“She must die. She’s too dangerous, and unpredictable, and I want her to die. I want to finish ripping her face off.”
“I’m sure you’ll get your chance, my Lady. But it won’t be today.”
Christine pulled away and returned to Dreamland. Mark was holding her, and she could feel he was about ready to break free or die trying. “It’s okay,” she said. “They’re not going to kill me. Not right now, at least. Baby Yaga just cut me a little and took out an eye. Guess my Armageddon Girl costume will need a matching eye-patch.” She tried to grin but couldn’t stifle a sob instead.
“Your eye will grow back,” Mark said. “Eyes heal very fast even in normal humans, let alone Neos; your average Neo can grow an eyeball in a matter of days. You’ll probably get it back in a few hours, provided they don’t keep zapping you with disruptors. It’s going to hurt like blazes, though, or so I’m told.”
“Oh, thank God. Not about the hurting part, but…”
“I know. I love your eyes, too. But I’d love you with an eye-patch or no eyes at all.”
“You say the sweetest things, Marky.”
“In dismemberment and in health and all that.”
“You’d better not be proposing. Not in Dreamland and not while I’m wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.”
Mark grinned and shook his head. “That’d be a little premature, not to mention inappropriate. We need to get out before you find out exactly how many body parts you can grow back.”
“Again, sweetest things.”
“Just keeping an eye on the ball.”
She actually laughed at that, despite the pain. “You dick!”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” There was pain behind the gallows humor, seeping past his emotion blocks. Her suffering was hurting him almost as much as her.
“The Iron Tsar himself is coming down to see me, by the way.”
“Don’t forget to curtsy and call him His Highness, then.”
“I also learned a couple more things from the Codex, including
He glanced around with interest before sitting on the bed next to her. “Nice digs,” he said. “I didn’t realize you were partial to pajamas,” he added, and she realized she was wearing her Hello Kitty bedtime outfit yet again. Embarrassing.
“Not really,” she said. “Not anymore. I…” A new type of agony flared up, silencing her. She felt her right eye break , and the pain was like a spike driving through her head, and even in Dreamland, it was intense enough she screamed.
Mark was holding her. “Mark, I think, she, she put out my eye!” Out in the real world, blood and other stuff was running down her cheek, where talons had torn into her face. She was being kicked and punched as well, but those aches were nothing compared to what’d happened to her eye.
“Guess it’s time to break out, then,” he said.
“Wait!” It was hard to think with the horrible pain in her eye, but she forced herself to do it. The beating had stopped; despite the waves of agony coursing through her, she forced herself to pay attention. Baba Yaga was arguing with the Mind; if she only could understand what they were saying…
The Codex in her hand twitched. “… stand aside or die beside her,” Baba Yaga said, and Christine understood the words perfectly. Good going, Codex.
“She has been subdued,” the Mind replied, only a slight wavering in his voice betraying how scared he was. “Our lord and master is on his way here. Do you think he will approve of your killing the girl now?”
“You told him? You little German cockroach, I should crush you where you stand!”
“I did my duty. You will do yours. The girl has been punished. We will double the guard detail and the number of disruptor restraints. Our instruments were able to capture some of the input from the Codex, and we’ve obtained an incredible amount of data. That alone made this experiment a worthwhile one.”
“She must die. She’s too dangerous, and unpredictable, and I want her to die. I want to finish ripping her face off.”
“I’m sure you’ll get your chance, my Lady. But it won’t be today.”
Christine pulled away and returned to Dreamland. Mark was holding her, and she could feel he was about ready to break free or die trying. “It’s okay,” she said. “They’re not going to kill me. Not right now, at least. Baby Yaga just cut me a little and took out an eye. Guess my Armageddon Girl costume will need a matching eye-patch.” She tried to grin but couldn’t stifle a sob instead.
“Your eye will grow back,” Mark said. “Eyes heal very fast even in normal humans, let alone Neos; your average Neo can grow an eyeball in a matter of days. You’ll probably get it back in a few hours, provided they don’t keep zapping you with disruptors. It’s going to hurt like blazes, though, or so I’m told.”
“Oh, thank God. Not about the hurting part, but…”
“I know. I love your eyes, too. But I’d love you with an eye-patch or no eyes at all.”
“You say the sweetest things, Marky.”
“In dismemberment and in health and all that.”
“You’d better not be proposing. Not in Dreamland and not while I’m wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.”
Mark grinned and shook his head. “That’d be a little premature, not to mention inappropriate. We need to get out before you find out exactly how many body parts you can grow back.”
“Again, sweetest things.”
“Just keeping an eye on the ball.”
She actually laughed at that, despite the pain. “You dick!”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” There was pain behind the gallows humor, seeping past his emotion blocks. Her suffering was hurting him almost as much as her.
“The Iron Tsar himself is coming down to see me, by the way.”
“Don’t forget to curtsy and call him His Highness, then.”
“I also learned a couple more things from the Codex, including
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