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As Katrina faded into consciousness she found herself weaponless and chained to a
wall in the castle that had previously been under seige. In the eerie silence she only heard
the occasional sounds of possessed children as they mulled around outside the door,
though soon their noises were joined with footsteps coming her way. As Lucien entered
the room, the smirk was on his face and his arms were crossed across his chest.
“Well, well, well,”he said with a surprised sneer,”Look who’s awake children.”
As he spoke two small children came up on either side of him, looking up at
Katrina with wonder in their lifeless eyes. He stepped up infront of her and raised a hand
as he continued his tirade.
“If it isn’t the smart mouthed little bitch...”
With a forceful swipe of his arm he slapped her, sending her whole body into
motion as her leg smacked off the wall. Wincing from the pain she watched him grin again
as he spoke again.
“You and your other little friend were causing problems. Why you couldn’t just
leave I don’t know. I guess you always have to be the hero type...”
He walked around her, his finger tracing her neck, jaw, shoulder and down her arm
as he said,”Such a pity. I’m sure you would have been quite happy together. Two freaks,
living their lives out happily.”
She closed her eyes in response as she turned her head away from him. With force
though he grabbed her chin and pulled her head to face him.
“Now, however, you’ve gone and killed my minions and forced my hand. You will
have to suffer for that.”
He took a step back and motioned to a table in the shadows behind him, covered
only with a light cloth. As she opened her eyes her purple ones met his and then moved to
the table as he stepped over and removed the cloth, revealing a large variety of bizarre and
painful looking torture implements. Katrina’s eyes widened slightly as she looked at the
items, a quiet protest came from her in almost a whispered breath.
“I’ll give you some time to examine these implements more carefully, before we
begin the process,”he said with a quiet chuckle.
Her eyes fell upon him again though she remained silent as inwardly she paniced.
With another smirk he turned though and stepped out into the shadows and she heard his
footsteps recede. As she watched two children toddle out to stand guard she heard a door
open and slam shut in the distance.
“Dammit..... This is not good....” She quietly muttered as she wondered where D
was and how she’d get out of this situation.
Meanwhile
D rode swiftly through the woods, saddlebags and all packed on the horse as he
raced to Lucien’s castle. As he rode in silence D’s thoughts were kept to himself. It
wasn’t til the symbiote spoke up that some thoughts were brought to light.
“I hope she’s allright,”the symbiote said, a slight hint of worry in it’s voice,”She
was a nice talkative girl.”
D remained silent so it continued,”And there you sit in silence. Hmph. Sometimes
I wonder D if you even give a damn about anything.”
“Enough to give you a new host,”he said sharply,”Ungrateful bastard.”
“Well you know she wouldn’t have been taken if you were with her,”it
retorted,”And you call me ungrateful. You don’t even talk to her like she’d like. Hmph.”
“We’ve talked about this,”D said quietly,”You know I work alone.”
“Well maybe it would do you some good to try and learn to work with her,”the
symbiote replied in a suggesting tone,”Jeeze D. Look at how she tries to go along with
you and your silence. And now she’s gone and there’s a chance she’s dead or like those
damned kids now...”
As the symbiote trailed off D remained silent.
“Regardless of what you think you can’t go through life completely alone all the
time. It’s not healthy,”the symbiote continued with a sigh,”And back to the silence.”
“And I suppose you’re the authority on it. You’re a HAND.”
“At least I have social skills D. I talk to her,”it replied and then with a snide tone
added,”I try to talk to you but I usually get ignored or threatened to be sliced off.”
“But I know that someone who leads your lifestyle should at least try talking
sometimes,”it continued,”I mean how else do you plan to get emotions across if you
haven’t completely denied their existance in your life..”
After that last statement they rode in silence til they reached the treeline
surrounding the castle a few minutes later. As the symbiote sniffed through the glove for
a minute it finally spoke up.
“She’s in there.”
“I know,”D said simply.
“Well are you going to go save her or are you just going to sit here looking at the
castle?”
“Just shut up already”
With a sigh the symbiote replied,”Touchy touchy.”
D dismounted and tied the horse up and grabbed a small bag from the saddlebags.
As he began walking towards the gate steadily he held his sword in one hand and the small
bag with the other. In the light the blade glistened with the green jade powder sprinkled
on it. His approach though was not unnoticed and suddenly several small children toddled
out, armed to the teeth. As they lunged for him, waving their axes wildly as if to slice him
to bits he quickly cut them down with the jade encrusted sword. Falling down they
screamed and writhed on the ground, eventually dying. As D turned to face the castle
again he heard a shout of anger followed by a shrill cry of pain that he knew had come
from Katrina.