New World Order: Cori

The New World Order

THE OVERLORD:

Coming to, my head hurts and a moan escapes my lips. Cradling my head in my hands, I take in my surroundings. I'm in a bedroom, similar to the one at the compound in New York. No not similar, the exact same room. The pictures, wallpaper, carpeting... "I apologize, for the methods that were used to get you here." A tall man, bald, and a voice that resonates throughout the room, studies me from a chair. "Your assaulter has been put down, he was given direct orders to not harm you."

"Where's River?"

"The Soldier that was with you, I've been told that he was wounded but he escaped. No doubt he and my son's will be coming for you. If not all of them, then just the one that i've had an age old feud with. He's the one that I want." The room seems to spin, and I have to take a few breaths to regain my composure. What he's insinuating can't be true. His eyes glowing red, erases all doubt. "The Master." I say, quietly.

His smile's horrific, and makes my skin crawl. "You're supposed to be dead." I say, angry at the deceitfulness of the powers that be. "I am the powers that be." He says, reading me. "Oh, piss off! I assert. I've walked from New York to Pennsylvania, only to be brought right back to New York. To say that i'm a bit annoyed is an understatement. His laughter echoes around the room. "You're not like his former wife, from long ago. I wonder what he see's in you, you're unseemly although appealing to the senses.

"He's not going to come for me."

"Lets hope for your sake that he does." He says, rising. Leaving me, I drop my bravado, and shudder. How in the hell am I going to get out of this? First things first, I need a bath...

I'm not being held hostage in my rooms, there's no guard at my door. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, as I glance down the darkened corridor. I may not be guarded but something tells me that the monster isn't too far off. Closing the door quickly, I decide that I have some more brainstorming to do. My back pressed against the door, the resounding knock causes my heartbeat to speed up. I'm not sure that I even want to answer it.

"It's me, I'd like a word if you don't mind." Oh... the balls on this one! Yanking open the door, the General's gun is aimed at me. "I apologize, but you're a real pistol to say the least. I can't have you assaulting me."

"What do you want traitor?" Motioning for me to move with the gun, I allow him entrance. Closing the door behind him, he once again motions for me to move away from him. "I'm already on his bad side for alerting Quinlan to their plans."

"Why should I care?"

"I'm here to offer you a way out."

"Oh, I see... Help me escape and then assist with my recapture... Nah, I'm good."

"It wasn't like that, and make no mistake he's going to do you one better than he did Quinlan's wife. "He's going to turn you, i'm guessing that the bald hairstyle isn't something that you'd want to sport." He has a point, the bald look won't work on me. "What's the plan?"

"You jump." He says, pointing to the window. "Jump what?" He is out of his mind, if he think's that i'm going to jump out the window. "We're not that far up, you'll survive a two story drop."

"Yeah, you first, and then I can land on you."

"Look, I know things..."

"Yeah, so do I... I know that if I jump out that window, i'm going to break something, if not my ass, then my head." Exasperated he rolls his eyes. "I'm what one would liken to a psychic." I have a gut busting laugh at that one. "Fine, I know that you killed your husband and your best friend that he was having an affair with. Shall I go on, child murderer." That shuts me up, shock followed by indignation bubbles forth. "Quinlan told you." I ground out. "No, I was able to pick that up from you. Just like I was able to pick up his personal interest in you."