Bloody Blue Lips

Ch 15: The Best Plan Ever

The Present: 

     When Freya woke up, she turned over in her bed. Where was Kubera? And how did she end up in bed and not on the couch? 

     She walked out to the living room and a sigh of relief came over her. She saw a pillow and blanket on the couch. That must've been where Kubera slept. As she moved her body further, she realized Kubera wasn't in the kitchen or at the dinner table or in the bathroom. He was gone. 

     At first, Freya's breathing became uneven and she sat herself down on the couch feeling dizzy. She was panicking. They took him again. She thought. They took him again. 

     And what was there to do now? She didn't want to cry, she had cried too much. Pull yourself together Freya. Ding! The shoot let out breakfast. Good. Something for Freya to focus on. It was pancakes that came in the shoot but she chose to look in the fridge for the other breakfast packets. Eggs. She wanted eggs.

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     Surprisingly, the day went by with no tears. Freya kept herself going. She watched a movie. It was a classic. Vertigo from 1958. It had been considered one of Hitchcock's masterpieces and Freya, strangely, found it...calming. It was about an ex-police officer trying to save a woman from suicide. That seemed all too familiar to Freya.

     Other than that she ate, played cards, and started to write down everything that had happened. She hid what she was writing as best she could in a magazine. One day, it might come in handy if someone discovers the facility. Then they would know the horrors that had occurred here. 

     BAM! Do they always have to slam the door? 

     "Do they always have to slam the door?" Kubera's voice sounded irritated. Me too. Freya thought. She walked over to Kubera, moving her eyes up and down, checking for bruises or blood.

     "I'm fine." Kubera smiled. He was happy to see Freya without bags under her eyes. She also looked like she had eaten from life in her skin. They hugged. 

    "What did they do today?" Freya walked over to the kitchen. Ding! The shoot read her mind and it shot out two dinner packets. "That thing has impeccable timing," Freya said pointing to the shoot. It was rice and beans tonight. Kubera headed over, grabbing a white pot and filling it with water. 

     "It was the same really, just a lot of training. They tested my eyesight which was strange. I don't think they found anything out of the ordinary." He leaned closer and for the first time, Freya noticed how tall he was. He towered over her. Kubera touched Freya's arm and she put down the opened packets. "I have a plan." He whispered so quietly into her ear. Freya whispered back. "Tonight."

     Freya had thought this through. If they turned on music or a movie and dimmed the lights, they would be able to whisper without anyone hearing or reading their lips. Kubera nodded although Freya was doubtful he understood why they could only speak later. 

     They danced around the kitchen, Kubera made the rice while Freya heated the beans in a pan. They were a team. Freya talked about the Hitchcock movie she had watched and how she had liked it. Don't worry, there are no spoilers ahead. 

    Then the two began to eat. Freya thought the food was good, they had done a good job.

     "You wanna know something crazy?" Freya asked. Kubera looked up. "I kind of hated you before this happened." 

     Kubera laughed hysterically. "Wow, thanks."

     "No, no I just mean..." She searched for the words. "I've changed my mind."