Post by Sixteen on Jan 20, 2013 13:19:29 GMT -5
One
Trikip jumped at the noise of the door bursting open. Outside, the wind howled as rain poured in through the open frame. He stood up and ushered Tryina inside.
“Well?” he asked, tentatively. “What did you find out?” Tryina looked at him, her face pale and puffy from the weather. Trikip couldn’t tell if the water running down her cheeks was the rain or her bitter tears.
“Where is she?” Tryina demanded, her voice shaking. Trikip motioned towards the door on the far wall. It was adorned with a golden plaque which had been crudely engraved as though someone had dragged a rusty nail across the surface. Tryina made her way across the room and knocked gently. The door creaked open under her fist.
Inside, the room was dark and cold. The only source of light was coming from the last embers of a fire in the hearth. Tryina shivered and continued forward.
“I’m back,” she announced, trying but failing to sound confident. She stepped onto the beautifully-woven rug in the middle of the room and realised that she was trailing water everywhere. The boss would kill her for that later, although the news might make it seem trivial. She cleared her throat and tried again.
“I have returned,” she said, almost managing to keep the quiver out of her voice. From up ahead, there was a low grumble. In front of a large bay window there was an ornate desk, behind which the boss was sitting. As usual, the chair was turned away from the door so that the boss could look outside.
“You completed the task?” the boss asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tryina replied.
“Excellent,” Triangle Eyes sneered, swivelling her wheelchair to face Tryina. “So we enter the final stages of the plan.” Tryina gasped.
“What is that?!” she blurted out, forgetting for a moment who she was talking to. On Leslie’s lap sat a white Persian cat, casually licking itself. Leslie glanced down.
“This? It’s my cat. I need one if I want to be a true villain. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No,” Tryina said humbly. She refrained from telling the boss about her allergies. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s not beautiful, you idiot!” Triangle Eyes yelled. “It’s menacing. It’s suspicious. It’s... peeing on my lap. Take it away!” Tryina rushed forward and grabbed the cat, feeling her throat close up as she did so.
“Filthy animal,” Triangle Eyes mumbled as she wiped herself clean. “Anyway, you said you were successful in your mission. Then, Tragedy is dead.” At this Tryina fell to the floor. The cat scurried out the door, knocking over Trikip who had been eavesdropping. Triangle Eyes wheeled over to her minion and poked her.
“Tryina? Get up!” From the rug, Tryina could barely manage to speak before she passed out.
“They know. They are coming.”
Trikip jumped at the noise of the door bursting open. Outside, the wind howled as rain poured in through the open frame. He stood up and ushered Tryina inside.
“Well?” he asked, tentatively. “What did you find out?” Tryina looked at him, her face pale and puffy from the weather. Trikip couldn’t tell if the water running down her cheeks was the rain or her bitter tears.
“Where is she?” Tryina demanded, her voice shaking. Trikip motioned towards the door on the far wall. It was adorned with a golden plaque which had been crudely engraved as though someone had dragged a rusty nail across the surface. Tryina made her way across the room and knocked gently. The door creaked open under her fist.
Inside, the room was dark and cold. The only source of light was coming from the last embers of a fire in the hearth. Tryina shivered and continued forward.
“I’m back,” she announced, trying but failing to sound confident. She stepped onto the beautifully-woven rug in the middle of the room and realised that she was trailing water everywhere. The boss would kill her for that later, although the news might make it seem trivial. She cleared her throat and tried again.
“I have returned,” she said, almost managing to keep the quiver out of her voice. From up ahead, there was a low grumble. In front of a large bay window there was an ornate desk, behind which the boss was sitting. As usual, the chair was turned away from the door so that the boss could look outside.
“You completed the task?” the boss asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Tryina replied.
“Excellent,” Triangle Eyes sneered, swivelling her wheelchair to face Tryina. “So we enter the final stages of the plan.” Tryina gasped.
“What is that?!” she blurted out, forgetting for a moment who she was talking to. On Leslie’s lap sat a white Persian cat, casually licking itself. Leslie glanced down.
“This? It’s my cat. I need one if I want to be a true villain. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No,” Tryina said humbly. She refrained from telling the boss about her allergies. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s not beautiful, you idiot!” Triangle Eyes yelled. “It’s menacing. It’s suspicious. It’s... peeing on my lap. Take it away!” Tryina rushed forward and grabbed the cat, feeling her throat close up as she did so.
“Filthy animal,” Triangle Eyes mumbled as she wiped herself clean. “Anyway, you said you were successful in your mission. Then, Tragedy is dead.” At this Tryina fell to the floor. The cat scurried out the door, knocking over Trikip who had been eavesdropping. Triangle Eyes wheeled over to her minion and poked her.
“Tryina? Get up!” From the rug, Tryina could barely manage to speak before she passed out.
“They know. They are coming.”