Shattered

Morgan

"Oops! Another flat tire!" Brian laughed, as he once again stomped on the back of DG:HP's foot, causing the poor creature to fall face first into the hard concrete stairs.

"Would you stop that!" Morgan snapped at the redhead, crouching down to help the poor daughter of Pluto to her feet. She cursed when she saw that the girl's front teeth had been chipped and her low lip was split open. "It wasn't funny the first time and it's not funny now!" She touched the young girl's lip and summoned her magic; sealing the wound with green fire.

Brian continued to hop up the stone steps two at a time like a small child would, not even glancing back at Morgan. "Don't use your freaky demon crap here! Someone is going to call the cops!"

"Really?" Morgan asked incredulously as she straightened Hazel's jacket. "To people that can't see through the Mist it looks like I sealed her wound with some superglue! But whether they can see through the Mist or not, it looks like you committed a hate crime!"

The engineer reached the top step and waived her off. "Honey, if legal could get George off for slaughtering a crap ton of women, they could get me off for tripping a dog." He shrugged and rang the doorbell, "besides, this is the Hamptons; that thing has the wrong skin color for anyone here to care."

Morgan seethed and reached deep within for her most destructive magics; the dark runes etched in her skin glowing an unearthly green. Out of all the men Morgan had met in her short life, Brian was by far the worst; which was really saying something. The redhead was egotistical, had no respect for the lives of others, liked to make his underlings fight for recognition, was abusive to the Gs and DGs under his control, and generally seemed to revel in seeing others suffer.

Give him power and he would be no different than a god.

But we need him... she let out a deep sigh and let power she had called forth dissipate. She then looked at DG:HP, or Hazel, and gave the poor creature a sad smile. Morgan hated being around any of the subjugated DGs, not out of any sense of pity or compassion, but because of the way their souls cried out for release. Despite Brian and the rest of engineer insisting that the DGs were not aware of their current state with the neural implants, Morgan could feel the agony and fear within every single one. So, if I give them the illusion that I care about them they stop screaming ever so slightly.

"Now would you hurry up and get up here?" Brian snapped, as he rapidly tapped his foot like a jackrabbit at the entrance to the large townhouse. "I can hear someone coming to the door and I don't want to look foolish standing here by myself!"

Morgan rolled her eyes and flipped Brian off. The engineer had clearly skimmed over the briefing Merlin had sent them, as immediately after the address and scheduled arrival time was a note from Mr. Dare that said one of the private care workers he had hired for his daughter would answer the door for them.

She smiled when his normally pale face turned crimson with anger, and the redhead looked as if he was about to shoot off several nasty remarks, when the lavish French doors opened, revealing a woman covered head-to-toe by a hazmat suit. "You must be Mr. Dare's eight o'clock; the specialists, correct?" the woman asked, her voice slightly muffled from her helmet.

"What's with the hazmat suit?" Morgan asked, eyeing the strange blue suit. "Does the girl have Ebola or something?"

Brian laughed, while the woman shook her head. "We don't know what's wrong with Ms. Dare, so we're erring on the side of caution." The hazmat clad woman stepped aside and allowed them inside the townhouse into what would have been a grand foyer if it wasn't covered in sheets of plastic. "Now if you would follow me I'll take you to the patient and Mr. Dare."