Snippet #1795775

Lucy sat in silence as everything occurred around her, patiently waiting for her bonds to be broken. Thoughts twirled around in her mind at everything said. Confusion at the current situation, curiosity at the importance of the "orbs" wheeled into the center of the room, and, most of all, annoyance at the thought of missing her client. This was the last thing she needed, to lose a big shot like him. She only mildly paid attention to the speakers in the center of the room, Sara and Sorence, Warriors of Who-Cares-What, and instead focused on her fellow captives. This was a specialty Lucy held, the ability to judge people with a glance. Their motions, posture, speech formation, etc. gave away all the information she could want. And, it was those exact skills that allowed Lucy to remain hidden behind a wall of mock innocents. Perhaps it was her blonde hair, short height, or miss-matched blue and brown eyes that lead people to trust her so easily. Whatever it was, their trust was misplaced. However, it was also a trust that Lucy could always find a way to abuse, even hide behind in many situations. After all, everyone has their secrets that they would simply kill them if exposed.

A man came behind Lucy and untied her wrists and ankles. Rather than roll her eyes wildly at the foolish, cult like atmosphere, she smiled to the man sweetly and thanked him kindly for releasing her. In more than one way, Lucy was a demon hiding inside an angle's skin.

Her eyes roamed the room, noticing a wild boy with blonde hair literally engulf one of the orbs, and another man patiently choosing his own fate as if nothing more than a marble in a child's game. The wild boy once again caught her attention as he burped in satisfaction, leaving a flash of annoyance through Lucy's eyes. He was disgusting. He was inferior to the scum she was accustomed to seeing on the busy New York streets that she called home. But worse of all, he seemed to have the mentality of a child. A child of all things! Snot nosed, sticky fingered, glue eating barbarians was not what Lucy had signed up for. Even so, the only clue of her disgust that she allowed herself to show outwardly was a small sigh and glance away. After all, she was an angle. And angles loved children. And children always seemed to love her. . . Unfortunately.

Rubbing her wrists softly where the binding had bit into her soft skin, Lucy stepped forward to claim her own orb. One caught her attention quickly. It was a colorful swirl of blue and red, unlike any jewel the exotic dancer had seen before. Slowly she reached forward to grasp the small being. In the moment of contact, Lucy cried out and collapsed to the floor, pain filling her right eye. Images of death filled her hazy vision along with a monstrous creature that seemed to obey her every command. The beast was slain first, followed by herself in effort to flee her betrayer, or was she the betrayer? Lucy could not tell. Her eyes rested upon another body as she died, the body of a masked man that felt all to important to remember. For now, besides the death, there were only two things Lucy could remember about this girl: her name was Amellia, and she had one blue and one crimson eye.

Lucy shivered, the pain dulling quickly as she tried to stand and recall where she was. It was now that the dancer noticed something was different about herself. In a mirror hung upon the wall, she was able to see her face. And just like the other girl, this Amellia, Lucy's brown eye had turned crimson. Even her own sight brought a shiver down her spin at its unnaturally. She looked away and sighed, for the first time realizing that whatever this was, it was not a bluff. Something was about to happen.

Lucy sighed deeply, unable to tell if she was more curious or annoyed at this point. Her mismatched eyes lingered upon the child-boy. He seemed familiar. Much more familiar than any of the others here. Something about him struck a chord inside the dancer, and her annoyance was lost to curiosity. After all, maybe this could be fun. A game, if you will. . . She laughed softly to herself, ready to play with the new toys that she had just acquired. "Hello there, I'm Lucy," she said to the dark-haired man and the childish one. "What may I call you? Mother said to never speak with strangers, so we might as well introduce ourselves so we aren't strangers anymore."