BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
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"The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled."
??? RED ROOM May, 2016
KLAUSE LOOKED AT LUCY WITH blurry eyes, his fingers scraping against the ground. He drew himself towards her, trying so hard to move. The door to the cells opened and he flinched, drawing back sharply, turning his ankle painfully. He let out a low whimper as the Black Widow approached, carrying a tray. She placed it in front of him with a clink of metal, and he blinked at the bowl of oatmeal. He cocked his head at the Widow, who merely turned around and exited, shutting the door with a click.
He looked at the camera in the cell, before exhaling. He grabbed onto the wall, grimacing as he forced himself to stand. He used his bad ankle to nudge the tray of food in front of him. He took a step, and nearly buckled. He groaned, panting heavily as he moved forwards, determined to get to Lucy. He moved to stand in front of her, hand still pressed against the wall.
She was centered, so he'd have to let go of the wall.
Blood dripped from her feet, strained from barely standing. Her eyes were unfocused, looking forwards with her lips clamped shut. Her shirt was stained crimson, her arms covered in blood. The Weapon was indifferent to the place she was trapped in. She had to protect the mission, and she had to resist interrogation and conditioning. It was simple. It was easy.
Because the Weapon did not feel pain.
Klause had watched with amazement when Lucy didn't move a single inch as the Widows hit her. Sure, she swayed because of the hits, but she didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle. She remained completely and utterly still. Then he'd watched with horror when the Widows constantly rotated, new faces and new stun batons changing every hour.
It's how he knew at least three days had passed.
He let go of the wall, hissing in pain as he struggled to push the tray forwards with his broken ankle. It would start healing wrong if he didn't correct it, but he hadn't been in this much pain in so long. He was sure that he would have been used to the pain now, but he usually saw when his ankle was broken, and Henry had always given a reason.
There was no reason here.
He breathed through his teeth as he finally made it in front of Lucy. He clenched his jaw as his knees did buckle this time, cracking against the ground with a thud. The chains above clinked as she moved her head, and Klause grimaced as he gave himself a few seconds of rest. He grabbed the bowl of oatmeal.
