01-12-2011, 07:06 PM
It was strange, the way these people were. These people being, of course, the Earth Militia. Victoria had thought that a force against the aliens would be prestigious. She had thought that, of all the people on the planet, the creators of a group most eager to defend it would at least be civil and proper. They were anything but. Her view of the world within that room was that of an innocent bystander in a war. It took less than four seconds to recall the names, Hati, and Skoll. They were at each other like schoolboys in the park. Worst of all was Sigfried. The man couldn't have been a cut above her own age, he was hardly a man as it was. If it wasn't his ridiculous red sweater, it was his attitude. The hunter couldn't tell whether the rebel wanted to shove her out of the proverbial box, or punch Roy Munin in the face for simply existing.
“I'll need a moment, if that's alright,” she murmured modestly as their figures entered the hotel lobby. It was one of the most prominent buildings in Central City. One had to wonder how the youth could afford it. She glanced up at Roy for a moment and then toward the lounge where people were bound to drink and relax. “I just need to tidy the room, you know how girls are,” she gave a short giggle, “panties on the floor and makeup on the desk. I'll come and get you.”
Victoria didn't give Roy a chance to reply before she was bounding off toward the elevator. She hadn't planned for this, and already her fingers were reaching up in a telltale sign of stress to grip at pink strands between fingers. It was a habit she had picked up from Jeremy, speaking of...She sighed and entered her room. This was something Mr. Munin could not find out. The Comapny was secret, except through it's channels and contacts. This mission was important to the success of the Company. It had been drilled into her, every message repeated that mantra. Important. Important.
Her laptop was shut and packed away quickly, hidden within the small closet where towels were readily available. Next she moved to her suitcase and withdrew a small case within. Her thumbs pressed the locks and it snapped open, showing the glistening vials within. Fingertips grazed the glass containing the deep black, nearly red, contents therein. Another quick flick of her wrist had it closed and she took the case, stashing it within the tank of the toilet. It would be watertight.
All other evidence was taken care of, until her room was no longer scattered with detailed papers and bounty-hunting trails. She smoothed a hand down the front of her dress, plucked a stray hair behind one ear, and left the room to retrieve Roy.
Why is my heart pounding?
“This is my room,” she murmured, opening the door for him. “I've been here just a few weeks.” Crystalline eyes flitted up to the man. He stepped within the room, allowing her to close the door. The plan hadn't been to get close, not this close. The plan had been to get in, find out what was going on, and leave. She had to ask herself, what the hell was she doing? Jeremy would kill her, no, he'd kill Roy. He's pin him to the wall like Richard and cut him like a fresh fish from the market. It had Victoria's hands wringing together and her feet carrying her through the room.
“Thanks, for this,” he motioned a little and set his travel bag on the small desk where her laptop had just been. “I can't stand them sometimes.” He let out a small sigh.
“Why do you, I mean, you don't seem like you...belong there,” she asked and sat down upon the edge of the bed.
“It's hard to explain, when you do these things, you take all the help that you can get.”
It was night now, the balcony drapes were open to give a view of the city nestled around the tall structure. Lights flared from the street, cars sped to and fro. Roy walked over to the glass and pulled the door ajar. The crisp smell of grass and rain trickled in from the smallest of breezes, which teased the tie draped down his front. The man looked tired, as if he could fall apart, but she knew he was stronger than that. Physical strength was nothing compared to the mind...she knew that well. Their day had been stressful, and her new friend had no idea just what had happened outside of those frosted glass doors. The alien had put up a fight, but really, not one that she had been worried about. Information first...but he wouldn't talk, he couldn't. After the scuffle she and Roy had changed, and met up for dinner...and the ordeal had done anything but make them distant.
A date, the girl thought I was his date. I've...never really been on a date. Jeremy took me to a few places but, that was to talk business during our missions. Joal never really did that... her mind roiled and she played with a length of hair. It had only been a week and now she found herself at the brink of something...something that she didn't know, didn't know if she wanted to know.
“If you're hungry we could always order in?” she smiled softly and she watched Roy staring out of the window. Raindrops dripped down from the weary sky, pelting the glass and streaking it with jewels. For once she wished she could read someone's mind.
“It just seems like you do all of the work.”
Long hair cascaded down like a pink waterfall against her back, a little over her shoulder. A tray with their respective meals between them, nearly eaten. Victoria's legs were crossed at the ankles, knees bent, as if she were meditating. Before the meal had arrived she had changed, now wearing shorts and a tank-top, each black and form fitting.
“I probably do, I need them. I just, need them,” a disgruntled sigh was heard and he rolled from lying on his side, to onto his back. It was strange, as if Roy didn't know the whole picture. Victoria didn't either. Her life was a puzzle played by the men who made her, and, she simply went along.
She pushed the tray out of the way and did what she knew best. There was very little about being an adult that she knew. The hunter had lived the last seven years killing, fighting, stealing and surviving. She had gone from believing she could be free, to rebelling in the worst possible way. Mr. Munin thought that he had to protect her from the aliens, but, it was the other way around. The youth found herself growing attached like felt moss on his solid features. Proof of that was evident as her palms settled on the mattress on either side of his head. Bright blue eyes gazed down into the irises of his, staring, holding her breath.
“Everything will work out for the better, Roy, I've seen a lot of things in my twenty years. You think that I'm young, and I am, but age doesn't mean anything to me. I don't want to see the Earth invaded, by aliens, by humans, by anything. I know that I kept some things from you, that I seemed useless and clueless, but I know more than I let on. You need to know that...and I want to tell you everything, but I can't, and I'm sure you can't either,” she took a small breath, silken strands of hair draped down along her shoulders as she knelt aside him, not moving in the slightest. Victoria spoke with firm words, and an unwavering gaze.
It was only a matter of time before Roy found out about the hunter. The fight earlier had broken out before cameras, and she had a feeling that this man would find time soon to see the footage, if it exploded like she knew it would. Victoria wasn't even sure, herself, what the camera's had caught. Jeremy hadn't called her like a maniac, yet, so chances were the studio were baffled and unsure of what to do about it. The footage would display her, pink-haired youth, seemingly useless, completely destroying an alien with raw strength never seen before. Of course, there was always talk of super heroes and powerful fighters but...a lot of people were skeptical these days.
“You know,” he said, breaking her train of thought. “You could be a politician.”
Her pounding heart quickened, her breathing hitched. Roy pushed his palms against her shoulders and Victoria could have crumbled. There were very few people, men, who could bring the girl down to level. Her back pressed against the mattress and the roles reversed. Pink plush lips felt that amazing, shivering feeling of a kiss that could knock the wind right out of her. She should have expected it, but she didn't. The girl had been thinking about the world, about her mission. She had been thinking like a warrior. This was so much better.
The youth let her lips divide, and Roy's head turned just a fraction. Victoria melted into the mattress like a popsicle in the sun. His tongue dipped into the recesses of her warm mouth, dancing with hers, making her hand lift to his shaggy mahogany hair. Plenty of times she had kissed, but this was so...taboo. She shouldn't be doing this, but she wanted to. She really wanted to. A small noise lifted from her throat, and she let her other hand press against the front of his dress shirt. Ivory digits clutched to the fabric of his tie, curled in, pulled him closer.
It wasn't his doing, hardly, he was doing everything right. Victoria couldn't tell him everything. She couldn't tell him, as she had told Joal, about Richard's tongue down her throat as he tried to make her a woman. She couldn't tell Mr. Munin that she had been tortured on an island south of South City. Worst of all, she couldn't tell him, she wouldn't tell him, that she was a designed weapon that was as alien as the creatures invading their home. Victoria wasn't human.
Tears dribbled down from the corners of her eyes, real tears, she couldn't fake it if she tried. “Roy,” she released her hand, and her palm pressed against his firm chest. “I can't.” What, she couldn't do, she wasn't even sure of herself. Not even Joal had confused her this badly.
“We don't have to,” he whispered, their hot breathes mingling together like a storm waiting to happen. Victoria could have crawled away by the sight of his eyes. He stared at the tears that left trails down her cheeks, and she wiped them away with haste.
“It's not you, you're...perfect,” she gripped the front of his shirt and bit her bottom lip, her other hand holding his shoulder tight. She meant that. It had been beaten into her to respect the Suits, they did everything, they were the authority. Perhaps that's why she looked up to this man, perhaps that's why she respected him. There could have been a million things going on in his head, his eyes were unreadable. Victoria had never wanted to understand someones gaze. Usually she shot them before they could explain their side of things.
“You don't have to explain, we can stay like this,” he murmured in reply.
Victoria smiled, a small, feminine small, her gaze soft as she looked up. They had no idea what they were getting into. They really didn't.
One bed was enough, they found out, as she rested her head against his chest. It was nice, a small thing in her big twisted life. His arm folded over her, pressed against the side of his body. Roy had been kind enough to lay in his clothing, although, she poked her index finger between two buttons on his shirt to touch his skin. “How old are you, Roy?” she asked as she stared at her finger.
There was a long pause before she felt him breathing out slowly, and he replied, “I'm in my thirties.”
Victoria smiled lightly and moved her hand. It smoothed down the material of his shirt, his tie had been removed. “Okay,” she whispered and closed her eyes. He really wasn't that old at all. Not really.
Two days later, Victoria had received a small gift, if it could be called that. To the hunter, it was a gift, she had never received one in her life. The radio was already set to a station...not that she would have known which station, or how to change it. Perhaps Roy knew that, but the note explained it. He was going on the radio to discuss their actions in regards to the aliens. The footage had been released, and, thankfully she had been cut out of most of it. The attack showed her getting attacked...and then, the defeated alien.
The following morning from the attack, Roy had left, she assumed to patch things up with his so-called assistant. Sleeping in wasn't an option for the hunter. As if on time, Jeremy had rung her cell phone...he wasn't pleased. The Company had saved her ass from being found out. It wasn't that they feared the world knowing about her, but the mission would fall apart. Her superior had no idea just how close she was to ruining it all...
Roy's message told her to listen in, it would be world changing, he hoped.
“We've got Roy Munin on the show today. There's no way we can avoid the events that have taken place over the last week. A message had been sent to the world, and other worlds, about an attack from invaders. Roy had been, most likely, the only man to fight against the call to arms. Roy, what do you have to say now?”
“I was right...no, I'm kidding,” his voice was smooth on the radio, and he chuckled. Victoria laid on her stomach, her calves in the air, ankles crossed. She set her chin against her arms and listened intently.
“During a time of war, we opted to help those who could have helped themselves. The Namekians, the Frostlings, they all would come after our home just like the invaders. We should have stayed here, and protected our homes. We can't blame the people, they're just doing what they think is right. It's the government. Look at all of the disasters that have occurred in the last year on our planet, and look at how they try to cover it up, or deal with it in all the wrong ways. No, the government is to blame for the deaths of the people in the mayor's office, for the damage done to our city, because of their greed.”
“You think that the government should change?”
“Something needs to happen. Our government is more concerned about off-world money, than about the people. We're on defenseless land now, we're surrounded and there's nothing we can do. They sent our armies to worlds that would sooner abandon us than give us a hand. What they should have done was join with Earth’s Combined Militia, and set up defenses on the planet. So far they've been nothing short of pathetic about all of this. This wouldn't have happened if they anticipated that we would be on the hit list as well. This is Earth, what alien wouldn't want to conquer our planet? ”
“You're right about that, it's no telling where they'll strike next. It seems that the aliens have some way of tracking what we do. They don't seem to agree with your words, Roy,” the radio host sounded grim. “They attacked the mayor's office, and then the television station that you had been at. Both times you were there. Is this just a coincidence?”
“It's obvious, isn't it? They're spying on us too. Wouldn't you spy on your enemy? Now they know we've got nothing. They're going to attack any day, now, and we're sitting ducks. The government needs to be told that enough is enough. We won't let this happen. Earth’s Combined Militia will stop the aliens, with or without their help, but who wants to live with a government that won't even protect them? Do you?”
“I have to say you make some good points. I've been wondering what those guys in the office have been thinking. Maybe it is time for change, Roy. We can only be fortunate that someone like you pointed out the dangers of the invaders. Maybe you should run for mayor.”
“Maybe I will.”
A knock echoed to fill the room with its noise, firm, the knock of a confident person. The mouth watering smell of food drifted from under the door, and Victoria nearly opened the damn thing herself. Finally, it swung open, only to reveal a disgruntled noise from Sigfried's throat at the sight of her.
“What do you want?”
“I...” she stared at him, and crossed her arms over her blouse. It had been warmer today, and she had chosen to wear a white dress shirt with a pair of white shorts that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had been two days since their little...disagreement, when Roy had walked out. “Did you hear the radio? Sounds like Roy's really getting things moving for our efforts.” She offered a small smile, friendly.
“Yeah, so?” he walked away from the door and further into the dingy apartment. Victoria sighed softly and stepped in. The door was closed behind her, and she glanced at the kitchen. Jarka was moving about cooking, she looked like she was in her element.
“Sigfried, you and I seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot,” she sat down on the sofa. A frown showed on her face, and she leaned forward to grab a bottle she had sat upon. She gently set it down on the coffee table and glanced at the male. “There's a war out there, we shouldn't be fighting. What did I do wrong?”
He stared at her blankly, and Victoria found herself...intimidated. There was an air about him. Not only had he seemingly controlled his roommates, and Roy, with his words, but he had eyes that seemed to bore into her. “Roy isn't here,” he turned around and headed for the kitchen.
Victoria pressed her fingertips to her brow and sighed again. “Fine, I'll leave,” she stood up, nearly tripped over a pizza box on the floor, and marched toward the door. “But let me tell you something,” she turned to face the kitchen. “If you want help, you should ask for it, instead of treating me like one of the invaders.” With that she pulled the door open and left the apartment. Stupid jerk...
“I'll need a moment, if that's alright,” she murmured modestly as their figures entered the hotel lobby. It was one of the most prominent buildings in Central City. One had to wonder how the youth could afford it. She glanced up at Roy for a moment and then toward the lounge where people were bound to drink and relax. “I just need to tidy the room, you know how girls are,” she gave a short giggle, “panties on the floor and makeup on the desk. I'll come and get you.”
Victoria didn't give Roy a chance to reply before she was bounding off toward the elevator. She hadn't planned for this, and already her fingers were reaching up in a telltale sign of stress to grip at pink strands between fingers. It was a habit she had picked up from Jeremy, speaking of...She sighed and entered her room. This was something Mr. Munin could not find out. The Comapny was secret, except through it's channels and contacts. This mission was important to the success of the Company. It had been drilled into her, every message repeated that mantra. Important. Important.
Her laptop was shut and packed away quickly, hidden within the small closet where towels were readily available. Next she moved to her suitcase and withdrew a small case within. Her thumbs pressed the locks and it snapped open, showing the glistening vials within. Fingertips grazed the glass containing the deep black, nearly red, contents therein. Another quick flick of her wrist had it closed and she took the case, stashing it within the tank of the toilet. It would be watertight.
All other evidence was taken care of, until her room was no longer scattered with detailed papers and bounty-hunting trails. She smoothed a hand down the front of her dress, plucked a stray hair behind one ear, and left the room to retrieve Roy.
Why is my heart pounding?
“This is my room,” she murmured, opening the door for him. “I've been here just a few weeks.” Crystalline eyes flitted up to the man. He stepped within the room, allowing her to close the door. The plan hadn't been to get close, not this close. The plan had been to get in, find out what was going on, and leave. She had to ask herself, what the hell was she doing? Jeremy would kill her, no, he'd kill Roy. He's pin him to the wall like Richard and cut him like a fresh fish from the market. It had Victoria's hands wringing together and her feet carrying her through the room.
“Thanks, for this,” he motioned a little and set his travel bag on the small desk where her laptop had just been. “I can't stand them sometimes.” He let out a small sigh.
“Why do you, I mean, you don't seem like you...belong there,” she asked and sat down upon the edge of the bed.
“It's hard to explain, when you do these things, you take all the help that you can get.”
It was night now, the balcony drapes were open to give a view of the city nestled around the tall structure. Lights flared from the street, cars sped to and fro. Roy walked over to the glass and pulled the door ajar. The crisp smell of grass and rain trickled in from the smallest of breezes, which teased the tie draped down his front. The man looked tired, as if he could fall apart, but she knew he was stronger than that. Physical strength was nothing compared to the mind...she knew that well. Their day had been stressful, and her new friend had no idea just what had happened outside of those frosted glass doors. The alien had put up a fight, but really, not one that she had been worried about. Information first...but he wouldn't talk, he couldn't. After the scuffle she and Roy had changed, and met up for dinner...and the ordeal had done anything but make them distant.
A date, the girl thought I was his date. I've...never really been on a date. Jeremy took me to a few places but, that was to talk business during our missions. Joal never really did that... her mind roiled and she played with a length of hair. It had only been a week and now she found herself at the brink of something...something that she didn't know, didn't know if she wanted to know.
“If you're hungry we could always order in?” she smiled softly and she watched Roy staring out of the window. Raindrops dripped down from the weary sky, pelting the glass and streaking it with jewels. For once she wished she could read someone's mind.
--
“It just seems like you do all of the work.”
Long hair cascaded down like a pink waterfall against her back, a little over her shoulder. A tray with their respective meals between them, nearly eaten. Victoria's legs were crossed at the ankles, knees bent, as if she were meditating. Before the meal had arrived she had changed, now wearing shorts and a tank-top, each black and form fitting.
“I probably do, I need them. I just, need them,” a disgruntled sigh was heard and he rolled from lying on his side, to onto his back. It was strange, as if Roy didn't know the whole picture. Victoria didn't either. Her life was a puzzle played by the men who made her, and, she simply went along.
She pushed the tray out of the way and did what she knew best. There was very little about being an adult that she knew. The hunter had lived the last seven years killing, fighting, stealing and surviving. She had gone from believing she could be free, to rebelling in the worst possible way. Mr. Munin thought that he had to protect her from the aliens, but, it was the other way around. The youth found herself growing attached like felt moss on his solid features. Proof of that was evident as her palms settled on the mattress on either side of his head. Bright blue eyes gazed down into the irises of his, staring, holding her breath.
“Everything will work out for the better, Roy, I've seen a lot of things in my twenty years. You think that I'm young, and I am, but age doesn't mean anything to me. I don't want to see the Earth invaded, by aliens, by humans, by anything. I know that I kept some things from you, that I seemed useless and clueless, but I know more than I let on. You need to know that...and I want to tell you everything, but I can't, and I'm sure you can't either,” she took a small breath, silken strands of hair draped down along her shoulders as she knelt aside him, not moving in the slightest. Victoria spoke with firm words, and an unwavering gaze.
It was only a matter of time before Roy found out about the hunter. The fight earlier had broken out before cameras, and she had a feeling that this man would find time soon to see the footage, if it exploded like she knew it would. Victoria wasn't even sure, herself, what the camera's had caught. Jeremy hadn't called her like a maniac, yet, so chances were the studio were baffled and unsure of what to do about it. The footage would display her, pink-haired youth, seemingly useless, completely destroying an alien with raw strength never seen before. Of course, there was always talk of super heroes and powerful fighters but...a lot of people were skeptical these days.
“You know,” he said, breaking her train of thought. “You could be a politician.”
Her pounding heart quickened, her breathing hitched. Roy pushed his palms against her shoulders and Victoria could have crumbled. There were very few people, men, who could bring the girl down to level. Her back pressed against the mattress and the roles reversed. Pink plush lips felt that amazing, shivering feeling of a kiss that could knock the wind right out of her. She should have expected it, but she didn't. The girl had been thinking about the world, about her mission. She had been thinking like a warrior. This was so much better.
The youth let her lips divide, and Roy's head turned just a fraction. Victoria melted into the mattress like a popsicle in the sun. His tongue dipped into the recesses of her warm mouth, dancing with hers, making her hand lift to his shaggy mahogany hair. Plenty of times she had kissed, but this was so...taboo. She shouldn't be doing this, but she wanted to. She really wanted to. A small noise lifted from her throat, and she let her other hand press against the front of his dress shirt. Ivory digits clutched to the fabric of his tie, curled in, pulled him closer.
It wasn't his doing, hardly, he was doing everything right. Victoria couldn't tell him everything. She couldn't tell him, as she had told Joal, about Richard's tongue down her throat as he tried to make her a woman. She couldn't tell Mr. Munin that she had been tortured on an island south of South City. Worst of all, she couldn't tell him, she wouldn't tell him, that she was a designed weapon that was as alien as the creatures invading their home. Victoria wasn't human.
Tears dribbled down from the corners of her eyes, real tears, she couldn't fake it if she tried. “Roy,” she released her hand, and her palm pressed against his firm chest. “I can't.” What, she couldn't do, she wasn't even sure of herself. Not even Joal had confused her this badly.
“We don't have to,” he whispered, their hot breathes mingling together like a storm waiting to happen. Victoria could have crawled away by the sight of his eyes. He stared at the tears that left trails down her cheeks, and she wiped them away with haste.
“It's not you, you're...perfect,” she gripped the front of his shirt and bit her bottom lip, her other hand holding his shoulder tight. She meant that. It had been beaten into her to respect the Suits, they did everything, they were the authority. Perhaps that's why she looked up to this man, perhaps that's why she respected him. There could have been a million things going on in his head, his eyes were unreadable. Victoria had never wanted to understand someones gaze. Usually she shot them before they could explain their side of things.
“You don't have to explain, we can stay like this,” he murmured in reply.
Victoria smiled, a small, feminine small, her gaze soft as she looked up. They had no idea what they were getting into. They really didn't.
One bed was enough, they found out, as she rested her head against his chest. It was nice, a small thing in her big twisted life. His arm folded over her, pressed against the side of his body. Roy had been kind enough to lay in his clothing, although, she poked her index finger between two buttons on his shirt to touch his skin. “How old are you, Roy?” she asked as she stared at her finger.
There was a long pause before she felt him breathing out slowly, and he replied, “I'm in my thirties.”
Victoria smiled lightly and moved her hand. It smoothed down the material of his shirt, his tie had been removed. “Okay,” she whispered and closed her eyes. He really wasn't that old at all. Not really.
--
Two days later, Victoria had received a small gift, if it could be called that. To the hunter, it was a gift, she had never received one in her life. The radio was already set to a station...not that she would have known which station, or how to change it. Perhaps Roy knew that, but the note explained it. He was going on the radio to discuss their actions in regards to the aliens. The footage had been released, and, thankfully she had been cut out of most of it. The attack showed her getting attacked...and then, the defeated alien.
The following morning from the attack, Roy had left, she assumed to patch things up with his so-called assistant. Sleeping in wasn't an option for the hunter. As if on time, Jeremy had rung her cell phone...he wasn't pleased. The Company had saved her ass from being found out. It wasn't that they feared the world knowing about her, but the mission would fall apart. Her superior had no idea just how close she was to ruining it all...
Roy's message told her to listen in, it would be world changing, he hoped.
“We've got Roy Munin on the show today. There's no way we can avoid the events that have taken place over the last week. A message had been sent to the world, and other worlds, about an attack from invaders. Roy had been, most likely, the only man to fight against the call to arms. Roy, what do you have to say now?”
“I was right...no, I'm kidding,” his voice was smooth on the radio, and he chuckled. Victoria laid on her stomach, her calves in the air, ankles crossed. She set her chin against her arms and listened intently.
“During a time of war, we opted to help those who could have helped themselves. The Namekians, the Frostlings, they all would come after our home just like the invaders. We should have stayed here, and protected our homes. We can't blame the people, they're just doing what they think is right. It's the government. Look at all of the disasters that have occurred in the last year on our planet, and look at how they try to cover it up, or deal with it in all the wrong ways. No, the government is to blame for the deaths of the people in the mayor's office, for the damage done to our city, because of their greed.”
“You think that the government should change?”
“Something needs to happen. Our government is more concerned about off-world money, than about the people. We're on defenseless land now, we're surrounded and there's nothing we can do. They sent our armies to worlds that would sooner abandon us than give us a hand. What they should have done was join with Earth’s Combined Militia, and set up defenses on the planet. So far they've been nothing short of pathetic about all of this. This wouldn't have happened if they anticipated that we would be on the hit list as well. This is Earth, what alien wouldn't want to conquer our planet? ”
“You're right about that, it's no telling where they'll strike next. It seems that the aliens have some way of tracking what we do. They don't seem to agree with your words, Roy,” the radio host sounded grim. “They attacked the mayor's office, and then the television station that you had been at. Both times you were there. Is this just a coincidence?”
“It's obvious, isn't it? They're spying on us too. Wouldn't you spy on your enemy? Now they know we've got nothing. They're going to attack any day, now, and we're sitting ducks. The government needs to be told that enough is enough. We won't let this happen. Earth’s Combined Militia will stop the aliens, with or without their help, but who wants to live with a government that won't even protect them? Do you?”
“I have to say you make some good points. I've been wondering what those guys in the office have been thinking. Maybe it is time for change, Roy. We can only be fortunate that someone like you pointed out the dangers of the invaders. Maybe you should run for mayor.”
“Maybe I will.”
--
A knock echoed to fill the room with its noise, firm, the knock of a confident person. The mouth watering smell of food drifted from under the door, and Victoria nearly opened the damn thing herself. Finally, it swung open, only to reveal a disgruntled noise from Sigfried's throat at the sight of her.
“What do you want?”
“I...” she stared at him, and crossed her arms over her blouse. It had been warmer today, and she had chosen to wear a white dress shirt with a pair of white shorts that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had been two days since their little...disagreement, when Roy had walked out. “Did you hear the radio? Sounds like Roy's really getting things moving for our efforts.” She offered a small smile, friendly.
“Yeah, so?” he walked away from the door and further into the dingy apartment. Victoria sighed softly and stepped in. The door was closed behind her, and she glanced at the kitchen. Jarka was moving about cooking, she looked like she was in her element.
“Sigfried, you and I seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot,” she sat down on the sofa. A frown showed on her face, and she leaned forward to grab a bottle she had sat upon. She gently set it down on the coffee table and glanced at the male. “There's a war out there, we shouldn't be fighting. What did I do wrong?”
He stared at her blankly, and Victoria found herself...intimidated. There was an air about him. Not only had he seemingly controlled his roommates, and Roy, with his words, but he had eyes that seemed to bore into her. “Roy isn't here,” he turned around and headed for the kitchen.
Victoria pressed her fingertips to her brow and sighed again. “Fine, I'll leave,” she stood up, nearly tripped over a pizza box on the floor, and marched toward the door. “But let me tell you something,” she turned to face the kitchen. “If you want help, you should ask for it, instead of treating me like one of the invaders.” With that she pulled the door open and left the apartment. Stupid jerk...
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