metamorphosis

IV1976

'I do- I do not understand what you mean!' Elijah breathes, desperately trying to form sentences that will let him escape. 'You know kid, when I first saw you, I instantly knew who you were, the one made in 1965, the one made along with Lady Valentina. Disgusting, out there to wreak havoc. I do not need you existence to disturb my life- or at least what I consider a life,' the blob spits. 'Don't pretend you do not have a clue about what I am talking about, you even took it, you should return it, return it to me, RETURN IT TO ME!' it yells. Blinded by the lights, Elijah begged for a quick and easy death. However, he waited, and waited, but the slash never came, instead, when the flash of lights said their goodbyes, a dark-haired woman kneeled, smiling graciously in front of him. 'I- i, i,' no words escape, he passes out.

Head aching and every part of his body throbbing, Elijah rubs his temples, wondering if it was the afterlife he sat wearily in. Soon after his vision kicks in, he catches sight of the black-haired woman, in her mid 30s- his saviour. 'Uh, miss! Thank you so-'. 'Do not thank me Elijah, who would have just stood there and watched you die? I have many things to ask you, and if you answer all of them, I would be the one thanking you,' she interrupts. He immediately seals his lips and nods.

'Great, we are on the same page. First question, how are you?' she tilts her head. If Elijah were to be straight up blunt, he would blurt out all the vulgarities he was taught. Seeing his expression, she turns away and subtly shakes her head, 'your right, sorry, of course you would not be fine after what just happened. Alright, introductions, Celia Thompson, pleasure to meet you. I assume you have heard of my Father?' she inquires. Elijah did not really need to let out a gasp, for it was obvious that she was the daughter of the late con-man- but he still did, and it managed to gather a laugh from her.

'I am Elijah, I work the papers, and my sister, she is a court lady. I come from the town hall. May I ask, if I could be the one asking questions? Well that would count as one, but you get what I-'. 'Yes you may,' Celia replies, yet again cutting off his speech. Elijah felt relieved, he did not know how long he could entertain her for without sounding like a really terrible actor reading from a script.

'Well, first of all, what in the world was that thing or blob chasing after me? She was a woman, well at least I think she was, maybe I did not look hard enough. Secondly, why am I grabbing on to a piece of paper like my whole entire life revolves around it? And the last question, that blob told me that me and my sister were made in 1965, like, how rude of her, how could she-'. 'She isn't wrong, it isn't wrong- i refuse to think of that as what it used to be anymore. She was telling the truth, you were made in 1965, do you not know yourself?' Celia cuts him short. 'Or have I not done enough research?' she utters to herself. 'To answer your questions, the first one, well, I do not know why she was chasing you, but if she had mentioned about being made in 1965... For the second one, that envelope, could you give it to me? It looks like a folded page from one of my relics, it might belong to me,' she instructs him. Elijah does as told, reluctantly handing over the piece of paper.

Celia furrows her eyebrows, eyes like lasers that may burn a hole through the piece of paper- or even worse, him. Her expression softens, it turns, somewhat melancholic, a hint of grey and sadness.

'So that was where my relic went, goodness, I thought it was stolen and I find it twenty years later?' she mutters. 'Why, this is pretty dusty, isn't it?' Celia gives a quick blow and the air turns into a ballroom for engaged dust particles.

however impossible it may be, it will work out and i know it will.

well, if this works out.

i will have peace, i will have my revenge, Marcus.

Signed, Alanna Thompson

'That- that- that blob, it is-'.