Whispers in the Dark

Chapter 2

< World Headquarters, North American unit. Sector W. 10:00 am >

The buzzer went off and the chain-link gate opened by itself. Maryx stepped into the Hub, she was late, but, she always was. Nobody really cared though, Maryx was royalty as far as they were concerned. But she sure didn't act like the person she supposedly was.

Nobody cared.

Maryx went to her desk, and sat in her favorite spinny chair, she sipped at the fresh hot coffee the mysteriously appeared every single morning. Maryx propped her feet up on her desk, and turned on the tablet sitting inside the single drawer. Scrolling through her music choices. She selected her favorite song, and synced her tablet to the Hub speakers, and blared her music in surround sound.

The music hadn't been playing for more than ten seconds before Angel poked his head out of the control console, inconveniently placed on the 90 foot ceiling.

"Turn it off!" He wailed, voice cracking and ending in a squeak, he tossed a wrench in her general direction.

Maryx couldn't hear him over the music, but the wrench that came flying past her face alerted her to his presence. She looked up at him and paused her music.

"What do you want? I was in the zone, man," Maryx looked up at Angel, and scowled.

Angel pushed his sandy blond hair out of his face, and scowled right back at her.

"I'm trying to work," He muttered, and went back into the control console. "I'm sure Creed has some file for you to go over,"

Maryx made a face, "Creed can suck my dick. I'm not doing paperwork on a Sunday."

A sharp, authoritative voice came over the intercom; "You'll do all the paperwork I tell you do do,"

Maryx winced, she'd nearly forgotten that Creedysn, as head of the tech and manufacturing, was using all the security cameras as a two way communication between her dorm-room and every other room at Headquarters. Creed was a nuisance in this way, nowhere was safe from her.

Not even Maryx's own room. Maryx had begun to take drastic measures to get a moment alone, she had taken to covering the security cameras in her dorm with sheets in the evening, to give herself peace of mind when she needed to be alone for a while.

Nothing like your adoptive sister prying into your personal business at all hours of the day.

Maryx grabbed the paperwork that Creedysn had placed there earlier. She looked over the files briefly, and memorized the names of each of the children shown.

She mumbled each name aloud to herself so she could memorize them easier;

"Darius Strider, Marcus and Flint Alexander, Benjamin Jones, Rorey MacGuire, Hunter Stone, Elliot Grey, Fawn Sanitago, Charlie Birch, Abigaile Glover, Eruka Adams, Kennedy Zimmerman, James Harrison, Ace Contreras, Abel King, Connor Blaire, Brenda Strait, and, Edge -"

Maryx paused a blinked at the final name, she read it over and over again, the more she read it the funnier she thought it was.

"Edge Greenfield,"

Creed, who was obviously still near the security controls, came back over the intercom giggling.

"Are you serious? Who names their kid after a patch of grass? It's like, child abuse or something, isn't it?"

The lights blinked out suddenly, and Maryx tensed, her eyes widened and her breath caught. It was pitch black.

"My bad!" Angel called from the main power grid, which was somewhere inside the center of the control console. The power turned back on a moment later, and Maryx blinked at the brightness.