Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 17

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Miranda spoke with Heisenberg first, deciding that she wanted to speak to them privately. Soon he came outside with an unamused look on his face.

"My turn?" She asked. She so badly wanted to ask more, but she knew now wasn't the time.

"Yeah. I'll wait for you here," he grumbled, pulling out a cigar to light it. He seemed so, so tired. He didn't even try to bicker at the meeting, and she had fully expected that.

"Okay, I'll see you after," Circe said, heaved a sigh, then walked into the chapel for the second time that night.

It was colder now. The breeze nearly caused Circe to shiver, but she wouldn't allow herself to do so. She didn't want to make Miranda think she was afraid. Even if she was.

Miranda was standing in her usual spot, and when Circe walked in she raised her hands to her as she did during the meeting. A form of greeting.

"Zero, now one of my Ladies of the Village. We will have to come up with some insignia for you, something that represents who you are," she was speaking softly, taking a few places forward.

Circe walked closer still, stopping about arm's length from her. "Thank you. I am grateful for this opportunity, Mother Miranda," she forced herself to give a closed eye smile.

Miranda closed the distance between them, using both of her palms to caress either side of Circe's face. "You deserve it, my dear, especially after the good report I got from Heisenberg," she praised.

Circe didn't allow her features to change. Cynthia had given her psychology books some point ago, and she was glad she could put the information to good use.

Her hands were so cold, though... She could feel it under her skin...

Something felt wrong...

"I am happy to have pleased you," Circe murmured, sounding a lot more confident than she felt.

Miranda smiled. "You're such a sweet, obedient child," she cooed, pulling Circe in for a hug.

Circe didn't know how to react. It only lasted a moment before Miranda pulled away, keeping her hands on Circe's shoulders.

"Tell me. Heisenberg said you had gotten faster, stronger. Did he speak the truth?" Miranda asked.

Circe nodded. "He did. Would you like me to show you?"

Miranda's eyes lit up slightly. "Of course, Zero," she let go of Circe's shoulders now, flitting back with inhuman speed to give Circe space. "Go on then, child, I must leave very soon."

Circe gave another nod and decided quickly that she didn't want to show the guild extent of her abilities. She would only show enough to appease her.

Taking a short breath, Circe walked over to a pew, one that had not broken, and lifted it up with both hands. She could have easily lifted it with one.

Miranda clapped lightly. "Good, good. Anything else?"

Circe set the pew down. "Only one more thing," she then jumped up and down, not very high, two times before taking three laps around the pew she had just picked up. She only went fast enough to make an impression.