Angel of War

Chapter 7: The Meeting

[warning: contains explicit human gore]

She watches him the whole time he leads her through rooms and hallways. He puts a hat on, checks some control panels, never looking back at her, but never letting go of her hand. Soon they're on a large elevator where he hits a button labeled B5. They must have been on B4 then, because they're only on for a short time.

There's a boat in the water ahead of them. He pulled her to it, and carefully guides her to sit in the middle of it, before adjusting himself to the seat by its motor. She stared at the water and shivered at the darkness it couldn't reflect. How deep could it be? The motor started loudly making her instinctually turn back to him. He looked nonchalant as the boat lurched forward, puffing on the cigar, and his glasses preventing any sign of emotion. She shifted on the bench so she was sideways, able to see where they were heading while just as easily being able to check for any reaction from him. 

They were travelling through stone-lined tunnels, occasionally passing small dock platforms illuminated by lamps or other perpendicular tunnels leading into darkness. More than once, there was a metal gate that lifted from the path, and she was sure he had controlled them from where he was sitting. The motor died down as they approached another wooden platform. She realized how tense she felt when it finally silenced. 

"Alright then…" the boat shifted as he climbed onto the wooden slats and he tied the boat simply to it. His extended hand felt like a death sentence to her despite the promise he made. She focused on getting out of the wobbling boat instead, trying not to think about how his arm was supporting her fully. There were barrels by the walls, cardboard boxes and metal scrap littering the spots between them. He let go of her, stretching his hand in its glove and anxiously reaching for his cigar. "They're up there…" He gestured towards an outcrop that looked to be a stairway. "Don't worry about it." He shook his head and started walking to them. She followed.
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They could hear voices echoing ever closer as they walked, and when they reached their destination the babble died. When they entered, she could see a massive open space with wooden balconies and sunlight pouring in from jagged lines in the ceiling. There were pews scattered about, two upright and prominently placed in the center of the area. One of them had a large woman seated on it. 

Snickering erupted from the chair next to her and soon an ashen white doll came into view.

Heisenberg walked towards the empty pew and she couldn't help but stare at everything new in this shocking space. The large woman was very large. He had said she was huge. Dema- something like that… but she didn't expect her to be quite literally larger than the average human. 

He pulls her by the sleeve and she is standing beside the lord at the head of the pews as he greets the others with a puff of smoke.

"My my, did you even clean her up at all? She looks positively filthy." The large lady regards her and the girl presses her lips shut as she is observed. The doll starts snickering again.

"She looks worse than she did yesterday!" The doll hops down from the apparent lap she was sitting on and waddles towards them. She takes a step back, surprised by how fast it moved. "What stupid clothes!" 

He shifts his weight so he's farther forward.

"Didn't have time to call a tailor," he chuckles and glares pointedly towards the large woman. "Someone was impatient." He blows smoke towards the doll. 

She reaches out to grab at the girl's baggy pants as another set of footsteps are heard in the chamber. 

It's the grotesque fish man.

"Is the girl-body here?" He mutters joyfully as he stumbles towards the others.

Heisenberg swings his boot at the doll as a warning before watching the newly arrived  lord. He leaves her side for the empty pew.