My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 33: Achievement

Martyn's PoV

The clinical cold of the room clasps my skin, attempting to snatch my warmth. This grey observation room holds no aorta of happiness: this is a serious room...for seriousness. The metal chairs force anyone who dare use them to sit upon pins, instilling a hard ache if used for too long. Most of the light comes from the adjacent room, drawing the high to the high-stakes battle of wills. Within the room, Lewis and Ross sit across from each other at a large plastic table. The site of the furniture forces a chuckle out of me, rebirthing the story Carys had told me. Between the two sulking soldiers, stands perhaps the only girl able to solve this mess. Her neutrality over it all is something one can't help but admire. It's interesting, seeing her in action. I appreciate the stories she's told me about bending her reality to create an impression upon people. Yet, there's something far more intriguing about seeing it in the flesh. I've never seen someone weave a world like she does, it's almost as if the moment she walks into the room, the tone bows to her will. If she wants you to quiver, you shall, if she wants your deepest secrets, you shall pour out like water.

She flicks her wrist, examining her fingernails as if they are of greater concern than these peace talks. Her minute movements act as magnets; drawing the eyes of those in the room to her. "Shall we review our progress thus far?

We've agreed that forfeiting all weapons in not an option. Ross, you've expressed a willingness to denuclearise and end all further testing. I think that's certainly a fair option, yet Lewis, you refuse? But at the same time, the offer of a small plot of land unaffected by the war is highly generous."

"You can't leave us with nothin', we wouldn't be able to defend ourselves against mobs. An' if they decide to attack us, we'd never have a chance." Ross retains his stance. The metallic echo of his voice echoes from the microphone.

"And we can't let you walk away with enough weapons to kill us with a glance." Lewis argues.

"Enough!" Carys raises her voice, adopting a tone one would expect of a mother disciplining her children. Even I am forced back in my seat slightly. "Hatfilms will not produce any nuclear weaponry and will be limited to 50 clones; enough for any maintenance you carry out. You will have full rights over the plot of land offered to you, however, Honeydew Inc retains the right to carry out radiation tests to ensure you aren't breaking your promise. Moreover, there'll be a direct line of communication set up between main headquarters so disputes can be settled properly; like adults, not like children flexing their muscles. Any objections have already been overruled." She declares. Note to self: never get in an argument with Carys. Lewis gives a few more grumbles before succeeding to her will. "very good. We'll have an hour break and then move onto trade agreements, yes? Oh, and Lewis, fetch the man a drink: he looks like he needs some sugar."

I jump to my feet and chase out of room. I skid through the door and catch up to Carys just in time. She flashes me a wink and continues to walk down the hallway. I glance around and see Lewis is still in sight, ah...that makes more sense. She continues to strut down the hallway, radiating dominance and an 'alpha' impression. My feet flurry after her, chasing her into the room. Before I have a moment to breath, she pulls my into a hug, the soft feathers on her wings tickling my nose. I wrap my arms around her softly, not wanting to harm a hair on her head. I pull away from her slightly, my finger guiding her chin up to meet my gaze. Her eyes are slightly puffy, yet her cheeks are spread with a wavering smile,

"What's up, birdie?" I ask softly, carefully wiping away the tears from her cheeks.

"It's almost over... we're alive and we've almost made it out." She chokes, "then we can run away and... and go somewhere beautiful and just let the rest of everything disappear." Carys babbles through tears,