Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

20

"Sir, who are you here to see?" The nurse at the front desk asks in Norwegian.

"Mary Dannon" the Overlord answers.

"Are you family?" she asks.

"She is carrying my child" the Overlord replies in perfect Nørsk.

The nurse registers surprise, and then looks him up and down. "Name?" she queries.

"Augustine Holden" he responds, presenting his ID.

The nurse gives him the room number, but as he turns towards his contact, the nurse halts them.

"No more than two visitors at a time" she cautions them. "The patient already has a visitor in there with her."

The Overlord looks to his contact. "Go get some flowers" he orders.

"What kind does she like?" the other man asks.

The Overlord pauses, closing his eyes to search his memory. There had been a picture of tulips on the wall of the house she shares with Stig.

"Tulips" the Overlord directs him.

"I'll see what I can do" the man promises.

The Overlord walks the hallway to the lift, getting out on the appropriate floor. As he approaches the door of the room that Mary will be in, someone at the nurse's station waves to get his attention.

"Ja?" The Overlord asks politely.

"She finally got to sleep, please do not wake her" this nurse requests.

"I will be very quiet" the Overlord promises.

He carefully opens the door, so that the doorknob makes the minimum amount of noise, and steps inside the room, turning to close the door with the utmost caution. A curious hum sounds in his ears, like the cicadas on a summer's day in America.

He pokes his head past the curtain to see Mary curled up with another woman, who is even smaller than she is. They look comfortable together. His gaze goes to Mary's face, and he winces uncomfortably.

The pictures taken from her case file had prepared him for her appearance, but it is still hard to look at. There is a swelling on her forehead that is various shades of purple and yellow. Her eyes look sunken, her face gaunt. Her whole frame just looks smaller than it did before. More fragile. Her and this other woman could be two children curled up on this narrow hospital bed together.

This other woman, it's not hard to guess who she is. His contact had gotten an Oslo address from the police that belongs to Jenna Goodwife. Obviously they are friends. He examines her waifish frame with interest. Creamy white skin, dark hair cut short, visible tattoos, delicate bone structure, dressed all in black. A Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

Of more interest to him is the cicada hum, which on closer inspection, resembles more of a live electrical hum, like when you stand too close to a transformer. There can be no mistake, this hum is emanating from the girls.

The Overlord steps closer, listening intently. There is no feeling of distress attached to the noise. He closes his eyes to concentrate on it. Contentment, relaxation, closeness.

He softly hums aloud a few notes from the Auroran language, sounding a query. The vibratory hum changes tune a bit, as if to answer 'I'm still awake'.

The Overlord sits down in the empty chair to the side of the bed, crossing his legs and regarding the sleeping girls thoughtfully. He had been able to hear the unborn child in the past, but only when touching Mary, as the signal had been very faint. That was only two days ago. What's different?