This choice: Indrid, the creepy goth sorceress. (Reserved) • Go Back...Chapter #6Indrid, the creepy goth sorceress. (Reserved) by: Unknown Never was losing a mistress a complete victory for Marc. Yes, there was some admittedly cruel satisfaction to be had in witnessing another bitchy diva he’d spent weeks slaving after get dragged kicking and screaming to a slow death in another fighter’s belly, but then came the power vacuum for another evil, possibly an even worse one to stomp in to take the mantle as his caretaker, and the prospect of being the next slave for the likes of Dominique or Gloria Gator was allowed to step up as an actual threat.
At least there was always the note to look forward to, that machine-produced strip of paper that would lay down his next mistress’ name with promises of fun and excitement taped on top of the thrashings that’d be in store for him. Not enough to totally quell over his fears, but to at least give him a remote sense of closure. No slip was there for him that day, taking away from him that cruel relief. In its place two figures known well by the staff, carrying something that shook up his already unsteady emotions.
“Ah, Mister Youngblood, hello! I take you’re ready for your next mistress?”
Smiles.
“Mister Talon.” Marc greeted, giving the prim-dressed velociraptor a stiff nod that he repeated for the figure to his side, a business-y cat woman of equal size and stature. “Miss Pierce.”
Sure, Dante Talon smiled all the time. As did car salesman when they were squeezing extra payment for a van with no seat belts, but as often as Nicole Pierce appeared to keep up to date on Marc’s job performance, he had never, ever seen her smile before. The closest was when her mother had been reinstated to the ASL, but it was just a half-hidden smirk then, hiding her joy from the reporters so Mommy could eat up the limelight once more. Here before him was a warm grin that seemed like she was catching up with a dear friend of hers, something she’d made sure to be clear Marc would find rare to make in the facility.
“Sorry about the lack of your slip, but we had news for you that had to be spoken of in person.” Miss Pierce elaborated, aware of the edge Marc was on, but made no effort to give him total answers.
“I take it my contract’s been shredded by accident, and I can go?” Came the monkeys-on-typewriter’s fantasy Marc had always pined for.
A round of laughter came from the two, conspicuously not the smack on the head with a tail for joking about losing his occupation. “Even better!” Miss Pierce insisted. “You’ve been assigned to Avery Etherglades!”
Not a deal to take for granted. A tough fighter who never took survival matches, very unlikely to see die, but known to be amiable with her servants. But all said, “why would you guys be here to tell me, instead of the note?”
“Printing malfunction.” Their voices blended in harmony their bodies flexing in tandem to step aside and offer Marc to be lead. “Shall we?” Dante offered.
“Alright, how about first I”
“Splendid!” Dante intruded, mirroring Nicole’s movements in stooping down to take Marc by the shoulders, whose feet briefly jittered to keep up as he was forced to march off to his mistress’ division.
.....
“Alright, what the hell is going on here?!”
Despite standing right in front of “Avery’s” room, Marc was still in the dark as to who he was being assigned to. Instead of her residence in the gold division, it was the white-walled corridors of the silver, at a room whose number was scratched off, unidentifiable outside of a multitude of locks keeping it shut. Not uncommon, considering how paranoid many fighters were for spies, but not the least bit comforting to Marc and all his questions.
The two superiors at last quit the cheery act, Dante turning the other way as Nicole stood next to the door’s locks, laying a hand against the wall in thought, but Marc sought his own answers and gave a running start to leap up to the keyhole. His fingers hooked onto its rim, enough to pull himself upwards to peer inside, and he saw...red. A solid field of red with no room to look into, no sound inside to determine its owners movements, or even air blowing back in his face.
Marc let himself fall, marching up to Dante’s legs. “Listen, I know I’m nothing but toilet paper to you guys, but you could at least stop lying to me and just get on with...”
Then Dante turned around. Marc flinched, observing his boss’ new expression with equal shock, but then it all added up upon realizing a superior was giving him something to fear far more than a smile.
Guilt.
“...no.”
Marc’s single plea was heard by the rapid-fire of the door’s locks being unlatched, his head spinning over to see Miss pierce unlocking them with frantic eyes. When Dante saw the distraction and dove to snatchuyjh- him off the floor, Marc lost whatever will towards his contract he had left and bit his boss in the arms, legs flailing to catch a few good blows at his kneecaps, but only ached his teeth at the scales under his suit’s sleeve.
“Sorry, kid.” Dante listed in a low voice. “It’s just the job.”
“Mister Talon, for the love of god, just give me to Dominique!” Marc squealed, his screams inviting a few doors in the hallway to crack open. Upon seeing that it was a human to be tossed into his next mistress’ room, most just slinked back into their rooms, but the rest kept their heads poked out of their doorways when they saw to whose he was being transferred, some in curiosity, some in pity. “Hell, give me to Gloria! Pearl, Sapphire, Roxanne, Carly, Crumpet, Sasha, ANYBODY BUT INDRID!!!”
It was with a final click that Nicole yanked the door open, leaving intact a chain that prevented it from being opened farther than needed for a human to be tossed in, and Dante came through and lobbed Marc into the dark room, the two only assuring he’d landed in entirely before slamming it shut.
“Damnit, Dante, hurry up and help me lock these!” Nicole snapped, engaging in re-locking the doorway. “We can’t risk Indrid escaping!”
“Fine, Nicole, just...just let me pray, alright?” Dante shut his eyes and bowed, offering a few quick words asking forgiveness from above before stepping up to aid his coworker. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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