Clair de Lune

14. Run

Sleep evaded me that night, and I was wide awake when the sun rose, casting light into the hallways outside. I was pacing around my room, only sure of two things: I needed to find Necro, and I needed to find a way out of here. I was so lost in thought that when there was a knock on the door it just about scared me half to death. Sergei came in a few seconds later and I balled up my fear and my concern, pretending I hadn't seen him taking part in this sick, sick plan of theirs.

"Good morning Agnes, you're up early." He chuckled, handing me a bowl of oatmeal. "What happened to your bandages? Did they peel off?"

"Oh, no I took them off myself." I averted my eyes to the ground, unable to meet his emerald gaze. "I was getting tired of the feeling, they weren't any use besides covering up my face anyway."

"Alright, well I'm glad you aren't afraid to let them show." He said genuinely, and it struck me hard.

"Do you happen to know where Necro is?" I asked. "He was gone all day yesterday and hasn't showed up since."

"Necro decided he was going to try and make a break for it through a maintenance shaft he shouldn't have known about." Sergei sighed as if he was a parent fed up with a bratty child. "He's in solitary confinement for the moment, he should be out again by the end of the week."

"Okay, thank you for telling me." I laughed, somewhat uneasily. "I was hoping he wasn't just avoiding me for some odd reason."

"No, nothing like that." He grinned. "I'll be around a little bit later, I have a conference to get to. Have a good day Agnes!"

"Yeah, you too."

The moment he shut the door I sat down and ate what I could, sure that I was going to end up needing the energy for later. Once the bowl was picked clean I set it on the shelf by the door and walked out, my destination laying at the end of the hall and to the left. Something must have been off about me because everyone's eyes were following my trail. I remembered I was missing chunks of my face shortly after and grinned, feeling the breeze blow through my teeth. They were scared of me, I thought, good. They should be.

I walked into the music room, finding that Thamyris had just finished a song on her piano. We were alone for the moment, and I pressed the button to turn off audio reception to the headsets outside so that I could talk to her privately. She seemed confused as to who was in the room with her until I spoke.

"Necro's in solitary confinement because he tried to run two nights ago." I announced. "I'm going to need your help tonight to get him out."

"That shouldn't be a problem." She nodded, lacing her slender fingers together on her lap.

"Are you coming with us?" I asked her, and she shook her head.

"I'm happy here, and they can't really do much to try and catch me. I'm glad to help you two escape though, I may end up helping others after you're gone as well."

"You're a good woman." I told her. "I never really got the chance to get to know you all that well, all I knew was that you and Necro were hanging out like two peas in a pod."

"There's not much to know," Thamyris cracked a grin, and I could see the stories just waiting to be told as they sat behind her lips, "I'm a musician as you can tell, and I was cut down in the prime of my career by an overzealous fan. It's funny what rage can do to a dying spirit."

"Let me take a guess," I teased, "Opera starlet?"

"How ever did you know?" Her voice poured from her lips in a voluptuous manner, revealing her true personality. "I was the best of the best back in the sixteenth century, my voice was required at every royal event and upper class soiree that could book me in time." Thamyris sighed happily, the nostalgia in her breath soft and warm. "I miss those days of standing on the stage and belting my lungs out."