Dream Silently

…and all I loved, I loved alone.

January 22, 2008

Wistful

I keep reading about B Sheep’s hobby hole and I feel envious. This would be the third night I’ve had cancelled for work because of weather and I keep thinking about how the room I’m working on could be finished about now. All I had to do was paint the ceiling, add a second coat of paint, install extra shelves in the closet (I’ve converted it into a work space for my PMC and beading with a shelf and a home made style desk), make curtains, and put up the new light cover (there’s never been one since I moved in… a fan would be nice, but I have a fear of electricity). There’s more that I have planned, but a little at a time right?

I think what makes me more wistful is that, especially on nights like these, I start surfing online, my fingers itching to purchase things. I broke done and bought some more craft books (as if my library wasn’t already big enough). This particular one has me excited. There are definitely a lot of possibilities centering on this book. Not to mention, thrift store raiding for tossed baskets. Add in playing with ribbon and glue and I’ll be a little kid again.

January 21, 2008

Blizzards and Staying Awake

My shift ended early on friday. I ended up only working 5 hours. But, getting back to the apartment and trying to stay awake without waking people up, sucked. Nome got hit pretty good with a blizzard. Its warmed things up. I keep teasing KL about getting suited up with his carharts and stuff. I just go out with a jacket and some jeans. I don’t even have long johns on. :D

Work was cancelled on Saturday as well. I ended up watching tv and such. I probably should have went to the bars and got drunk. I would have done that on friday, but the bars in Alaska are not like those in Nevada. They close at 2 in the morning and the liqueour stores close at 11. For those who don’t realize, they’re 24/7 in Nevada and you can buy it at the grocery store.

So, my pet peeve for today? Someone took the flipping shovel out of the bed of the pickup. Its rather difficult to get a sample with your bare hands and an extra bucket. To top things off, someone took out all the hard hats in the truck. I had to go all the way back to the office and then I was lucky there was even an extra hard hat there. I have this feeling that they’re all in JP’s truck and I’m so going to raid it when I get off shift.

Besides that, things continue to be slow. I haven’t decided yet if I’m looking forward to going back to Elko. I do miss my kitties though.

On side notes, Whispers has finally been completed and is fully functioning. I’ve also added a few new images over at my DA account.

January 18, 2008

Prompt #1

Write a story about betrayal, when a lifelong friend turns his back on the protagonist.

His hands shook with anger as his bestfriend turned away from him and slammed the door in his face. His skin crawled with betrayal as the music inside changed beats. Why? How could Gary do that?

He hadn’t even said sorry. Couldn’t even apologize for stealing his girl!

In the back of his mind, his dad’s voice echoed, “Be a man son. Be a man.” Then why did he want to cry? Why did he want to break down and bawl like a little baby? They hadn’t even clued him in on their little charade.

It had all been Roger, calling him an oblivious oaf to his girlfriend’s actions. His skin prickled again as his thoughts turned to Sheri, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

She had been kissing him, that miserable excuse of a wanna be man, when he’d walked in and seen them on the couch. Gary had been grappling her, feeling her… his teeth clenched until it felt like his jaw was about to break. He turned from the door and began to walk away.

He would show them. He would show all of them.

Dad kept a shot gun in the garage and it wasn’t locked up.

The Final Battle

Tarpes hadn’t really known where they would end up at. He’d only prayed that Lady Luck still smiled upon him with her radiating happiness. When his feet touched something solid, it was only then that he opened his eyes to look about.

A white, cloud-filled sky stretched over a barren and broken terrain, where ruins of buildings that had once stood gracefully strong littered the land with its blackened trees and dead flowers. Tarpes almost didn’t recognize it, even though, right where he stood had been the very place where he’d taken lessons from the one who he would fight now. His eyes fluttered shut, the cries of young voices and then the sound of a young Aerandir scolding everybody.

Perhaps Lady Luck hadn’t been so kind… taking him to a place that made his gut clench and the lines about his eyes to increase.

“Such a fitting place, for such a fitting end, wouldn’t you say Tarpes?”

The voice came from behind him, reminding him of why he was here. The demi spun on his back foot, facing Aerandir, “It doesn’t have to be the end. You could just accept things and then life would return once more to this place.” He clenched his left hand into a fist, taking a deep breath and then letting the truthfulness of what he said read apparent upon his face.

“Hmpf. Don’t even try that frivolous plea with me again, Tarpes. I can’t die completely, you made sure of that.”

He said nothing. There wasn’t anything to say.

Aerandir continued though, dropping her Katana towards the front of her to sketch a line in the dry, dry dirt, “It’s great to think that Isis believes it hers and Anna’s fault for the destruction of this realm.” She lifted the handle of her blade up so that it ran parallel with her head with the blade pointed towards Tarpes. Her other hand came up in a blocking gesture, while her feet separated for balance. “Wouldn’t you say? ‘Uncle’ Tarpes.”

Something crossed his face and then melted away. Aerandir had told Isis about this? How come… how come she had never mentioned it before? It wasn’t her fault that the realm was out of balance… it was his fault when he failed to destroy Aerandir all the way. It… stalled the cycle, so to speak. Isis couldn’t receive her full gifts without the death of both Aerandir and Fluerria, therefore, she could not achieve anything that equaled her Sister’s strengths. At least, that was how he understood it.

“HA!” Aerandir’s sword swung down while Tarpes was in the middle of contemplation. He barely had time to duck, dive, and roll.

“Slow, slow, slow… you were always slow, always had your head in the sky.” A glow began to come to the elf’s eyes as she leaped and swung her sword once more at Tarpes.

“Well, you were a boring teacher,” Tarpes replied back as he ducked down to come back up underneath her arm. He jabbed upwards all in one movement, a resulting clack sound echoing as the palm of his hand slammed into the underside of her jaw, sending Aerandir tumbling backwards. It was enough to hurt, not enough to break the bone though.

She growled, crouched almost in half from regaining her balance. She bent down quickly and came around to swing her blade up in an arc, aiming to slice off the demi-elf’s arm. Tarpes slipped to the slide, feeling her blade pass by him as he maneuvered to land a fist in her mid region. Aerandir spun though, swinging away from him and catching his fist in the folds of her robes. This caught Tarpes by surprise, yanking him off his feet so that he fell face first into the ground.

“You’re going to have to be more violent than that sweet Tarpes if you wish to succeed.” Her foot lifted up and hit the center of his back, forcing the male back onto the ground as he struggled to get back up. Tarpes made a slight oof sound and then tried to roll so that her foot would slide off. No such luck because she placed the blade right at the edge of his neck, the tip pressed into the ground. “Is this how its to end? So easily? Come, come Tarpes… you’ve got to be stronger than this, surely?” She began to slide it across the ground, the blade glistening as the light hit it and refracted.

Tarpes pressed one of his hands into the dirt and closed his eyes to concentrate. All it would take was a quick blow and he would be gone. But he wasn’t going to go down that easily. There was a small shake that caused Aerandir to pause and narrow her eyes. Then the ground shot up underneath her, throwing her off balanced and backwards.

The demi-elf took advantage of this and scrambled to his feet, turning back around as the ground settled. Aerandir was struggling to stand, but her sword appeared to be caught in the folds of her clothing. She growled in frustration before ripping the sword free. But Tarpes had not hesitated and waited for her to regain her footing. His fist hit her in the right shoulder, sending her swinging backwards.

Again, it was not strong enough to break anything, only enough to knock her back and down. There was a sneer on her face as Tarpes brought his foot up to deprive her of her sword arm, but as his foot came down, Aerandir disappeared. Startled, his foot hit the dirt with a lurching thud. Pulling back up quickly, Tarpes spun as the sound of singing air echoed towards his face. His right arm came up to block. The knife’s edge bit into his skin, slicing down the side of his forearm as he fell away.

Aerandir dropped her hand, shifting the sword quickly to bring it back up. Tarpes shifted to his right, backing away effectively as his good arm came up.

The ice burst that resulted, caught the elf off guard, throwing her off her feet with a startled, angry sound coming from her throat. Tarpes paused and then grasped the wrist of his injured arm. Ugh. This was going no where. He needed to think of something and quickly.

Aerandir was already up on her feet, “Stop stalling Tarpes. It’s inevitable. My blade now only thirsts for your blood.”

“It only thirsts because you make it. That sword was never meant to attack,” he stumbled back a step, the warmth of his blood slowly dripping down to his elbow to splatter the dry ground below.

“And how would you know what this sword was for?”

“Fleurria-”

“HA! My daughter knew nothing. KNOWS nothing.” She stood up straight, tilting her head towards the sun. She held the blade up near her face, eyes closed as light reflected off its blade and onto her skin, “This sword brings out the truth of its wielder. It gives power in return for the sacrifices taken with it. My daughter and your niece would never be worthy of such a thing!”

A northern wind suddenly kicked up, wrapping its coldly arms around the two opponents. But there was an odd, haunting feeling to it, and as it died down, the scent of flowers, daisies in particular, filled the area. Aerandir’s eyes snapped open and her head fell forward as she looked in Tarpes direction.

The demi-elf stood with his own eyes closed, wounded arm pressed against his chest so that the blood ran down, staining his clothes. His long black hair shifted as a different, lighter breeze circled around him and nothing else.

That was when she heard the whispers. The haunting cries of the manurim (departed spirits) swept across her person, causing Aerandir to slightly flinch at their cold touch. She growled, dropping her sword to about her mid height. Her eyes glowed more and Aerandir began to transform through her levels, first lightning, then fire, next water, and finally blizzard. With a screeching yowl, she ran at the calmly standing demi-elf, her sword arched back to swing forward and cleave him in half.

Tarpes opened half slit eyes, sweat beading on his upper brow. The manurim liked him, they liked that he had called upon them. But he only wanted one of them, His half opened eyes revealed Aerandir running at him, sword out stretched as she leaped off the ground to come sailing back down at him.

That’s when things slowed down and his adoptive sister’s warmth fill the area. He felt the manurim rise up, gathering in a huge cloud above and in front of him like a wall. Aerandir’s mixed colored eyes opened in surprise as she plunged down, her blonde hair streaming out behind her.

Her robes billowed out like sails of a ship, the unseen, yet thick and tangible force, engulfing her and then finally, holding Aerandir suspended in the air, her blade aimed to cut through the center of Tarpes’ forehead. He opened his eyes, still concentrating hard, to see her sneering face. Her sword shook as she tried to apply more force to move it down and complete the stroke. But it would not budge.

Tarpes slowly pulled his arms away from himself, his voice rising up as another and then another matched his,

“Agar en amin,
Cormen en amin.

Amin ona coia,
Amin ona mela.

Amin glaka lle!”

Both of his arms were raised to his sides like wings, the blood from his injured forearm slowly dripping to a stop. Aerandir still floated above him, straining on her sword handle. Then her eyes widened as Tarpes lifted his blood stained hand and touched the top of her nose. Their eyes met, but it was not Tarpes who she saw. His eyes were green, not their usual brown. Her daughter’s eyes were green…

That was all that she had time to think as a suctioning force swirled around them in a pounding blow. Aerandir was hurled clear across the old ruins. She hit the ground with a skidding roll and then laid still on her side. Tarpes was thrown backwards as well. He came to a stop still on his back and breathing hard as Fleurria left him, leaving a few last words, .

She was right, now was his chance. The manurim had helped him combine spirit with a physical presence. It could be all over in a matter of seconds.

If… he could find the strength to move.

With much effort, Tarpes rolled onto his side and then propped himself up. He looked to where Aerandir laid… perhaps she was dead already? He couldn’t tell if she breathed.

Carefully, he pulled himself to his feet and stumbled walked towards the fallen elf. His hands shook as he drew out Isis’ dagger, having had it since she had had no time to remove her things before CCD2 fell. He stopped as he came even with Aerandir and then fell to his knees by her side.

As her daughter had died by this very dagger, it was only proper that she should die by it as well. Shaking more, his hand reached out and grabbed the edge of her shoulder, rolling her over to face him. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. Up close, without her glamour magic and angry faces, the age on the elf’ face revealed itself. More wrinkles than Tarpes could ever dream of achieving, creased around her eyes and mouth.

At one time those could have been considered laugh lines of happiness.

Tarpes took in a breath and then lifted the dagger into the air. He closed his eyes, suddenly not wanting to see what he was about to do. It seemed wrong somehow… to take her life while she couldn’t defend herself.

It seemed wrong for HIM to be the one to commit such an act.

His hand began to plunge down through the air and then he stopped just above her chest, his eyes snapping open. The blade shook more in his grip and his breath came shallowly.

He couldn’t do it suddenly. He couldn’t. He disliked the woman greatly, yes, but she had taught him so much.

Slowly, his eyes trailed from his grip on the dagger’s handle to Aerandir’s face. They froze there, peering into blue eyes that were clear and bright with knowing. Then the unthinkable happened.

She grabbed his hand and finished the stroke for him.

The blade bit through the cloth of her clothes, through the skin and meat of her chest and into the part of her that gave her life in the physical realm. The whole time, Tarpes continued to watch her face, shock registering on his own as he felt her manu leap through the blade handle that now connected him to her.

Her head tilted back as her spine arched with the sudden shock of metal in flesh, her eyes and mouth opening wide. And then she sank to the ground, the last air in her chest expelling, along with the last of her spirit.

Except for Tarpes’ breathing, silence began to grow rapidly thick in the air. His hand still gripped the dagger’s handle, having frozen there. Aerandir’s fingers were still wrapped around his hand, holding it and him in place. He suddenly became aware of how cold they were beginning to feel, which caused his skin to crawl. He pulled his hand away from her, ripping the dagger out of her chest at the same time. After a few more seconds, he managed to pull the fingers away before they could become to stiff to move.

As soon as he had pushed away, the wind kicked back up and the ground began to swallow her like it did all Elven kind. Tarpes lifted his head towards the sky, the sun suddenly bright and blinding as the air continued to belt him with blows. He lifted a hand to cover his eyes, a shadowy figure appearing suddenly in his vision. It lifted a hand to the sky and then what looked like a book as well. It opened both sides of the cover and the pages in between flipped back and forth before the air stopped.

“Winya coia nosta ,” said a voice, which echoed and wrapped around Tarpes. Then the figure slammed the book closed and faded away, leaving the male demi-elf alone.

“Olin?” came a too late and disbelieving whispered voice that the myth of the guardian could have ever truly existed. Then the demi-elf looked around startled. Green grass was sprouting, full length trees were rising out of the ground faster than they should have been, and flowers by the dozens filled the old ruins. He climbed onto his feet quickly, spinning a 360 to get a full view of it.

Magic prickled through the air, continuing to return life to the barren land. As quickly as it had began, it stopped, the air smelling sweetly of growing things and life.

He stopped his spinning and it was then that he felt two familiar presences. His eyes looked around, trying to locate what he felt and that’s when he saw, two dim forms, one slightly younger than the other, looking at him. One had green eyes, the other had blue. The one with the green lifted a hand giving the signal of farewell and then they both turned with matching strides and walked away, fading into nothing…

Chapter 1: Innocense and Lies

Her arm snapped to the side. The sound of her gi flicking echoed in the empty room. She brought her arms back, swinging them into an arc and formed the symbol of the rising sun above her head as her right foot slid up onto the pads of her toes, her left leg behind her right, angling to keep her balanced. Her arms completed the semi-circle as she drew in the deep breath that came with it.

Draw breath in. Pause. NOW!

Quickly, her foot slid out of its pointed position, causing her to lean forward as her forearms slammed together, catching the invisible enemy in their impact. “Hu!” Then she slid her left fist back to her left hip, while her right arm swung towards her as if she’d yanked the enemy and thrown him on the ground.

Her feet had spread out, enough to get her closer to the ground but not unbalanced. Her left fist flashed from her hip hitting towards the ground, her Gi snapping again. “Ha!” Her body then moved in a fluid motion, bringing her up to stand straight, her arms falling to her sides as she bowed and waited.

The enemy was dead and it had all happened in the matter of 5 seconds.

A clapping sound came and the woman smiled as she straightened back up, “That was beautiful, Haylee. You’ve learned much since coming here…”

Haylee bowed again, “Thank you Sensei Yuri-san… I’ve enjoyed learning.”

“As I have enjoyed teaching… you’ve one final test though, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“It is time for you to leave and face the world once more… when you have gone, promise to remember what you’ve learned and learn what others learn.”

“I will…”

***

Haylee opened her eyes, the morning sun filtering over her face. She lifted her hands and rubbed her eyes, tired. Dropping her hands, she looked at them. They were tan from working in the sun, and dry, very dry, they caused a rough feeling when she rubbed the back of her neck. She swung her legs around to slide off the bed.

She had had that dream again. Always the same one…

She had been in the motions of what she had later learned was a kata, and always the same old man… Sensei Yuri-san. From her dream she gathered him to be a well together individual, knowing but always with that sort of happy, easy feeling. Haylee sighed…

Ever since that one time… since the time she’d forgotten everything, she had felt as if she’d had a huge hole in heart. An empty spot that could not be filled no matter what Haylee tried to do. She stood up from the bedside and reached for a white bathrobe, the cotton cloth scraping across her skin as she pulled it on.

Yes… ever since that one time… She’d tried looking up the name Yuri-san, but never did she find anything. It was as if he were a ghost or had simply never existed except in her head. She walked to the bathroom and freshened up, emerging in her usual clothes; a tank top and comfortable pants that were neither to loose, nor to tight. She sank back down onto the edge of the mattress, pulling her socks on and then reached for her boots.

Her past, her need to remember, could be put off until later. Put off so that Haylee could live more of her current life.

She reached her hand out to snatch up her denim jacket, that she pulled on over herself, her other hand catching hold of her gun and sliding it into the holster on her right leg. Yes… more important things to do than hunt for and lace together fragmented memories.

******

Her boots made neat clicking sounds as she walked down the halls of OMNI Corps. The interior was completely made of metal, sterile and clean. She tossed her hair back with a hand as she glanced around before turning left.

Captain Gerrald, head of the old police force, had asked her to attend a meeting. He hadn’t told Haylee what exactly it would be about, but she had gathered from the tone of his voice that it was an important one.

She came to the end of the hall, and took a right, entering the third room she came to. Several were there already: Alfred Hearth, head of engineering, the Captain of course, and, surprisingly, Alicia Kallis, head of the department of phenomenon.

Captain Gerrald waved a hand for her to take a seat, which Haylee did. She sank down into the uncomfortable plastic chair, a common thing at the Corps. Her hands rested on the cold metal armrests as she crossed one leg over the other.

Alfred cleared his throat, “Shall we begin?”

Alicia nodded and began to separate folders in front of her, right before passing one of each to the other three. Haylee reached out and took hers, flipping it open and looking at the various things; mostly the pictures. And the only way they could be described was as gruesome.

She shuffled the papers back and then tilted back in her chair, the seat creaking with her shifting weight. Alicia tossed her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder again and shifted in her own seat, leaning forward so that she could fold her hands on top of the table, “Ladies… gentleman… what you see before you should be no surprise. Constant reports have been coming in of anomalies appearing everywhere. If you’ll turn to page 2 of your handouts…”

Haylee pulled the folder onto her lap and did as asked, flipping the papers over with a quick russle. The words on the page began to blur before her eyes, Alicia’s voice continuing to drone on…

“As you can see, monsters of incredible strength have appeared out of no where and either kidnapped or killed the residing residences in that area. If you’ll turn to page five please…”

There was more paper turning and Haylee’s head dipped to the side, her eyes closing…

Her arm came up as the man in dark clothes swung the wooden board down. The edge hit and then slid off as Haylee dropped down and swung her leg around to drop him to the ground. But he leaped, his own foot coming up in mid-jump to nail her across the jaw bone. Her head snapped back and the woman found herself flung back forward, her hands slamming into the ground to stop her forward movement.

“Pathetic,” said the male’s voice, his shoes tapping across a pristine floor of polished gray marble, “Is this what Yuri has to show for his efforts? A washed-up and weak woman?”

Her hair fell forward to hide her face, the taste of blood in her mouth. His hand lashed out and caught her across the face, sending her sprawling across the floor. His feet continued to make more clicking sounds and the next thing she knew, her head was being pulled back by her loose hair, “Well? Anything to say for yourself?”

Her eyes glared back at his cold black ones and then she spit in his face, her saliva mixed with blood hitting him squarely along the cheek, just below the eye. He lifted his free hand and wiped it away. Leaning in he opened his mouth, his horribly sweet voice whispering into her ear, “Haylee… Haylee!”

“Haylee… hey! Come back to us please… we need an opinion!” came the captain’s voice. She stirred and then snapped back wide-awake, catching her folder before it could fall and hit the floor.

“What was that sir?”

“We need your opinion… or rather… we wish to know if you’ll attempt the assignment?”

She blinked slightly. Why did she have to drift off then? Haylee shifted uncomfortably in her seat and coughed, “I would need more details.”

“Yes of course,” came Alfred’s voice. He stood up and walked up towards the wall. Flipping open a panel, he pressed a button inside. The lights started to dim and the front wall slid back revealing a white screen. An image slowly appeared the outline of metallic parts becoming evident.

The man sat back down and cleared his throat, “As we were saying, we believe these things to not be of our world. We managed to gather alot of data from the areas where these monsters have been appearing. It seems as if they are creating a disturbance in the space and time of the universe.”

Haylee blinked, “O..k… so what is it that I’m expected to do?”

“We wish you to be a test subject for this contraption we’ve designed,” Alfred indicated to the white board behind him. The thing pictured, reminded her of some medieval torture device. There was a seat and then what looked like restraints and then around the seat was a metal cage.

Alicia lifted a hand to her mouth and giggled, “It does look rather…archaic… but we’ve already ran regular tests with robots and such.”

“Then why do you need me to test it?”

“Because when they get to the otherside, they seem to suddenly become… destroyed… or they compact or something… we really aren’t to sure,” Alfred said, glancing down at the table, the light flashing over his glasses.

Haylee blinked. And they wanted her to take the risk of losing her life? She gave an annoyed glance towards the captain. She knew why though.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Their backs were to her as she followed the group down towards the room. Alicia juggled a huge file of papers, while Alfred kept crinkling his nose to move his glasses back up. Capt’n Gerrald walked just slightly ahead of Haylee, his hands cupped behind his back as was his common posture.

They turned a corner and then came to a set of double doors. Alicia turned and dumped all of her things on Alfred, while her free hand dug into her lab coat for a keycard. Finding that, she quickly opened the doors before them, the metal sounding hollow as it slid to the sides.

The two in front stepped through as if they had always lived there and then paused, turned, and looked back at Haylee and the Captain. Her commanding officer walked through and then Haylee followed after. The first thing she noticed was how dark it was… there was only a dim glow from a set of neon panels on the floor. It casted a sickly green on everyone’s complexions.

“Lights,” commanded Alicia as she turned and walked towards one of the walls. In a stunning flash, whiteness filled the room and then dimmed slightly. Haylee sighed. This room was so much like the other rooms around there. Sterile. Empty. Well… almost empty.

In the center sat the contraption that she was being pressured into trying. It’s Neanderthal qualities making it look hostile and odd in that overly clean room. The floor dipped down to it and that was when she realized how spherical the room was. The ceiling arched high above them, forming the top half of a sphere. The floor did the same.

Alfred walked towards her and held a hand out, “If you’ll come this way please…”

Haylee nodded and then followed him to another door that led to yet another overly sterilized room. He reached into a closet that was nearby and pulled out a suit. “Here, you’ll want to put this on.” Handing her the rubber like suit, Alfred left the room for her to change.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Alicia was at the machine, checking guages and straps. She turned as Alfred came up by her, “Think she really believes us?”

“We can only hope.”

The Captain stood off to the side, fighting off his own thoughts. He closed them for a few brief seconds. Orders were orders were orders. But then why for once in his life did he question? He coughed to hide the small frown of worry starting to creep up the side of his face and then shifted slightly on his feet.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Haylee changed quickly and slipped silently out of the door. She walked up behind Capt’n Gerrald and cleared her throat, getting a slight twitch of surprise from him in return. She smiled slightly, it was not often when she could get a response of that sort from him.

He turned and looked at her, a slight smile on his face as well, “What are you looking at?”

The woman shook her head, “Nothing sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” He gave her a wink after that and then jerked his head in Alicia and Alfred’s direction, “Their ready when you are, I believe.” A hint of strain in his throat coming through.

Haylee nodded and then walked across the curved floor to where the scientists stood. Alicia was finishing the check on a clip and then turned towards her, her face completely serious. “You understand that this is only a preliminary test? Once we know you’ve survived to the otherside we will bring you back before continuing.”

“Yes I do.”

“Alright, then climb in.”

Carefully, Haylee pulled herself up onto the seat. The leather smelled new and it stuck to her suit, making it hard for her to get comfortable. Alfred and Alicia seemed impatient as they started yanking on cords and strapping her in. She closed her eyes and sighed as they secured a sensor that traced the upper left of her eye.

The two scientists stepped away, sliding off to the right wall that had a bunch of control panels. Alicia flicked a button, and the upper half of the metal contraption slid down to form a complete sphere around the seated subject.

Haylee’s eyes widened a bit as the seat lurched forward, as if it repelled gravity and wanted nothing more than to float in the middle. The light in the room dimmed and neon green panels glowed more brightly. She looked up briefly, the captain’s eyes reflecting the light as the outside sphere began to twist and turn.

The rotating sections of the sphere spun faster. They flashed every once in a while as they began to heat up. Haylee gripped her hands into fists, attempting to keep control of her bowels as the anti-gravity started to make her sick.

The floor opened up underneath the sphere and a blue liquid began to be pulled up, forming around the outside surface like a skin to a skeleton. The power at omni corp seemed to flicker as the outsiders watched on.

Alicia clutched her notepad, smiling gleefully. Alfred had an excited look as well… as if this were the first time he’d ever seen this device in use.

Suddenly, the power cut out completely, the room tossed into a sea of blackness. Captain Gerrald looked around startled. Was this suppose to happen?

Emergency lights began to flicker on, filling the room with a dull blue glow. Silence filled the room as all looked towards the center of the floor.

The sphere had stopped moving, the pieces audibly cooling. Alicia approached it carefully, controlling the enthusiasm in her movements. “Did it work? Did it work?” came Alfred’s voice as he bounced around on two feet by her left elbow.

“Hold on a sec…”

Capt’n Gerrald stayed where he was, holding his breath.

“Well… she’s no longer in there and I see no remaining pieces that resemble human parts.”

Alfred clapped his hands together, “It worked! IT WORKED!”

Gerrald took his cue then and approached the two excited ones, “Now its time to bring her back right? Bring her back from where she’s gone.”

The two seemed to freeze where they were at, time slowing down as well. The captain blinked, “You said you could bring her back. So bring her back now since you know it works.”

“Ummm well, sir…” Alfred started. Alicia lifted a hand and smacked him in the chest to quiet him down. “I said we could bring her back. We just have to finish the how and when part up.”

The captain blinked.

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