Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 10

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For the first time, Circe had dreams.

They all melded together in some strange concoction of events. First it started off with Heisenberg making her a sandwich, but instead of actually making it he was juggling all of the ingredients in the air. He just kept laughing and saying, "It'll be done in a jiffy, sweetheart!"

Then it shifted to a scene like the meeting, but instead of Circe being the topic of discussion, it was Cynthia. Cynthia with her lavender hair messily framing her face. Her expression wasn't like the one Circe had known her to hold. Her eyes weren't dead, they were round and wide. She was absolutely terrified.

Then her mouth opened up like she was screaming.

A swarm of flies emerged from her throat, filling Circe's vision completely. She had expected Cassandra or Daniela to show themselves when the flies began to disperse, but it was actually Mother Miranda who smiled evilly from ear to ear.

"All mine! You're all mine!" She cackled, then grabbed Circe by her face.

"Lady Zero."

Her eyes opened with urgency. Someone was actually touching her face, and she couldn't help but flail for a moment before she looked up into the calm eyes of Cynthia.

"You were tossing about in your sleep. I thought you were experiencing something unpleasant," Cynthia had taken a step back so she wouldn't get hit. "Perhaps I should not have woken you."

Circe lifted herself up in a sitting position and tried to gather in her breathing. "No, no. It-it's okay. I'm glad you did," she took in a few more ragged breaths before she continued. "You're right about an unpleasant experience. I was having a nightmare."

"Would you like to talk about it?" Cynthia asked.

Circe shook her head. She liked Cynthia, but she didn't think she could trust her just yet. Sharing her fears about Mother Miranda would probably cause Cynthia to question things a little too much.

"Not really. It was just some silly stuff," that seemed like a good response.

The corner of Cynthia's mouth turned up, but only by a fraction. "Of course. I will not press you," she turned to the nightstand and poured a fresh glass of water, handing it over to Circe.

She took it and began with tiny sips. "How early is it?"

"Very. You'll have time to spare after you've eaten breakfast," Cynthia glided over to the dresser and opened the drawers. "What would you like for breakfast?"

Circe flipped over the cover and swung her legs off the side of the bed. "Some toast and eggs would be fine," she answered, stretching out her calves and rotating her ankles.

Cynthia faced Circe now, hands behind her back. "Splendid choice, Lady Zero. While I prepare your food, you can get ready for your day. Feel free to use any clothes, as I said last night," and with that, she bowed deeply and exited the room.

Circe stood up and went over to look through the clothes in the opened drawers. She picked something black and dressy. She wanted to look good for Mother Miranda. Maybe it would make her think she wanted to make an impression.