Anguish, my heritage
Last update: 18 july 2003
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Evening. The parking lot outside the recidence
Ora walked over to the trunk and pulled out the gym bag. ”Mmph”, she thought as it passed her nose when she swung the bag over her shoulder. ”I hope Neige has fixed the washing machine. The trips to the laundromat are becoming a drag.” The trunk slammed shut and the car alarm gave of a tweeking sound.
When she walked up to the house she got that feeling again. The feeling that she was beeing watched. The feeling of precense. This had become a regular experience over the last months. She turned her head around, but as usual there was noone there.
”I’m home!” Ora kicked of her shoes and walked over to Neige, who was cooking some sort of tomato soup. -Ish. Anyway it smelled delicious. ”Mmm, what’s that?”
”Grandma’s recipy.”, Neige answered. Ora tried to take a sample with her finger, but Neige slapped her hand away. ”Uh-uh. Wait ’till it’s finished.”
”Smells great anyway. Unlike these”, Ora said and twitched her head to indicate that she was talking about the bag. ”Is the machine working yet?” She turned around and headed for the bathroom.
”You know, that’s the strange thing.” Neige said. ”When I pulled it out to work on it, it was allright”
”All allright. It worked as new. Maby a bad connection of the wires.”
Ora proceeded towards the bathroom. She tossed the bag in, then turned towards Neige again.
”One of the screws had come of though.”, Neige said
”Yeah, the ones that keep the cabinet on. I put it back. – Keiry! Dinner in five!”
”Coming”, a voice said from the next room
Later. The bedroom
As Ora prepared to go to bed, that feeling returned. She looked around with no result. She shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to unbutton her blouse, and the feeling disappeared. When she was tucked in, it returned. She was getting tired of this. As she looked out the window, a leaf blew by. Suddenly it seamed to get stuck in mid-air. Then it moved in what looked like a heart-shaped projectory before blowing away again. Ora’s eyes instantly sprung from semi-closed to wide open. ”What? How?”, she thought. It had only lasted for a second or so, but what just happened? She continued to look out the window, but everything was back to normal. ”Oh, I’m getting too drowsy.”, she reassured herself. She turned over to face the wall and tried to fall asleep. ”The mind does strange things”.
Next night. The gym
”Stupid jock! I oughtta… ” Ora gave the sand bag another series of punches. She was alone at the gym again. The manager was so used to her burning the midnight oil there that she had been instructed to lock up and turn the alarm on herself – that way she could stay after everyone else had left for the evening. It allowed her to work out her tensions in peace.
Tonight she was unusually angry – an arrogant meathead had insulted her earlier, ’explaining’ how females in general and she in particular were supposed to be subservant and thus should stay out of the gym and the ring. It had been quite a heated argument until the manager stepped inbetween. He had brougth Ora aside and tried to calm her, explaining that however much he would have liked to expell that jock, he couldn’t. The chauvinist was the son of the banker and if the manager threw him out, the gym would have to kiss the extension on the loan goodbye.
It wasn’t until now, after closing time, that Ora could let of steam.
The images from the incident returned again. The taunting. The humiliation. That P.O.S. grabbing her by the… Suddenly the feeling of being watched returned. It mixed with the memories and the emotional whirlpool to make a tidalwave, roaring up inside her. She gave the sandbag a final series of punches, swung around and blasted it.
”FOOM! Wham! Hiss…”
’Wham’? Ora knew the ’foom’ of the sonic blast and the hissing of escaping sand. After all, this was the third time she would have to sew the bag up again. But the ’wham’ was new. She turned her head back towards the sandbag – or rather what was left of it – and behind it the fox…
Ora’s eyes sprung wide open again. There was a gray fox pressed up against the wall behind the sand bag. Or should that be splattered? His limbs were sticking out to the sides like the legs of a bug after a windshield-encounter.
A faint screaching sound could be heard.as the fox slided down to the floor. He fell to his knees, eyes wide oped with an empty stare right ahead, and then slumped over forwards, so that he lay flat on his stomac. The eyelids slammed shut as his head hit the floor.
”Shit!”, Ora exclaimed to herself. Where did he come from? She was alone a moment ago
She knew she was alone in the gym after the manager left. So where did…?
The fox’s airways wheezed. The ’how’ and ’where’ would have to wait. Ora ran over to the lying figure, using her teeth to untie the strings on her right boxing glove. She pulled off the glove and knelt down beside the fox, feeling for a pulse along the side of his neck. It was beating. She took of her other glove and put an ear next to the fox’s snout. ”Good, he’s breathing”, she thought. Ora lifted one of the stranger’s eyelids up and found that the eye was pointing straight up into the skull, as when one sleeps. ”T.K.O.”, she thought. ”Oh dear, another deaf one.” But what was that in his ear? There was an object jammed into the hearing duct. She plucked it out to examine it. ”An earplug!” Not a standard one, but still. ”But why would someone use earplugs in an empty gym? Unless… Unless he knew!”
Ora didn’t continue the line of thought because something caught her eye – a stain on the back of the fox’s head. It hadn’t been there when she got to him. She ran two of her fingers through the fur at the place of the stain. They came out red.
”Oh no, not good. Not good at all.” This charracter needed medical care. Ora knew the amount of force nessesary to cause a bleeding like that and what other injuries could occur when the head is subjected to such force.
She gripped one of the fox’s arms and lifted his upper body clear of the floor, then caught his other arm with her free hand and pulled him up onto her back, lice a cape or a backpack. She leaned forward and started walking towards the exit. The fox was rather slender and not too hard to carry. His head hung down over her shoulder and she could hear the sounds of his breathing. Then it hit her. How was she going to explain this? ’Well you see, officer, I fired an energy blast at the sandbag and happened to hit a bystander’. Yeah, right! Like anyone would believe that. Especially after that argument in the afternoon. There must have been twenty people who could testify about her ’ferociousness’.
Then she thought of a plan. She would say that she had found him outside when she left the gym! But her regular clothes were still in there… She put the fox down on the floor inside the entrance door, placed him in the clear throat position, just in case he would vomit, then ran back to the lockerroom.
Outside. By the car
Ora fastened the seatbelt for her still unconsious passenger, then closed the door, ran around to the driver’s side and climbed in. The nearest hospital was St. Francis’s, twenty blocks away.
The car sped away. When it reached an instersection about halfway to the hospital, the fox, his head slumped forward, started to make strange, rythmical noises. He was going to throw up. ”Oh no, not in here”, Ora thought. She pulled over with a screach of the tires against the tarmac, then pressed the button for the passenger’s side window with her left hand and grabbed the fox’s neck with her right hand and pushed his head out the window. Just in time.
When the convulsions had subsided, she drew the fox’s head back into the car, checked his breathing again, then pulled a Kleenex from the box in the driver’s side door compartment and wiped of the residue from his mouth. He was still unconsious.
Half an hour later. At St. Frances’s hospital
”Yeah, from nowhere. Oh, gotta go, the doctor is coming. What? Yes, I’ll stay for a while.” Ora hang up the pay-phone.
”Miss Kolby?”, the phycisian asked. Ora nodded. ”Your friend has got quite a concussion.”
”Oh, he’s not my friend”, Ora responded, but the doctor didn’t seem to notice.
”He’s got a small fracture in the back of the head. Nothing serious, just a crack, but he’ll need rest for a while. And we taped up the wound.” They walked away from the phone booth and up to the room where the fox was beeing treated.
”Is he awake?”, Ora asked
”Not yet. We’ve given him painkillers because of the fracture, so he won’t wake up until tomorrow. You said you found him outside a gym?”
”Yes, the Pugilist League. On 40th street. I train there at night and now, when I left, there he was, flat on the ground.” They reached the door to the room and looked inside. The lights were out in room and only the moonlight from the window illuminated the figure in the bed.
”Do you have any idea what happened to him?”
”No. I guess he might have tried to climb the fire escape. Or fallen out a window. Or maby got hit by a car.”
”Not that last one at least”, the doctor said. ”There are no signs of any vehicle impact or other violence. Just the blow to the back of the head. That fall theory seems plausible.”
”If only you knew”, Ora thought to herself. She looked at the fox in the hospital bed. ”Do you think he will be able to tell us what happened?”, she asked. The doctor shook his head.
”No. A blow to the head that knocks a person out disrupts the storage of memories. I doubt that he will remember even what led up to whatever-it-was-that-happened.” The doctor thought for a moment, then turned to Ora. ”You said he vomited on the way here?”
”Well, that would explain why his stomac was empty. Did you happened to smell his breath?”
”I mean: did he smell funny? Alcohol? Aceton? Some sweet scent?”
”No, not really. I didn’t think of it, I supposed it was just regular ’vomit smell’”. Ora looked as if she felt scolded.
”I didn’t mean it as criticism”, the doctor reassured her. ”I was just wondering. You see, some illnesses produce certain smells.”
”You mean like diabetes?”, Ora said. ”Yes, I’ve heard about that.”
”Well, you would probably have remembered such a smell. Then we can rule out intoxication. But now I’ve told you about as much as I know myself. I’ll leave you and your friend here. If there’s anything you want, just ask the nurse down the hall.” The doctor sped off.
”He’s not my…”, Ora said, but to no avail. She watched the doctor disappear around the corner, then turned back to the door. She went into the dimmed room and stood there looking at the sleeping fox. ”Where did you come from?”, she said in a low voice. She continued to look at the fox’s face and suddenly realized ”Hey! I do know you!”
Ora went right up to the side of the bed for a closer look. She was right – she did know this fox. He had been a student at the same highschool. He ranked among the nerds and rarely moved outside those circles – a passing face in the hallway. She had seen him later on too, in her neigbourhood. Did he live nearby or … did she have a stalker on her hands?
”I guess I’ll have to ask you tomorrow”, she said, turned around and walked out into the corridor. ”Sleep tight.”
Lunchtime the next day. The recidence
”So he just appeared out of nowhere?”, Neige said.
”Strange. Could it have been some kind of magic, Keiry?”
Keiry thought about it while chewing. After swallowing the bite she spoke ”Might be. There are some things that spring to mind, but I can’t tell yet. I need more information.”
”I think we’re about to get it”, Ora said. ”The doctor called and wanted me to pick my ’friend’ up at one o’clock. It seems he needs a ride home and can’t afford the bus fare.”
”Are you shure that’s wise?”, Neige questioned
”Oh, I’m shure of it. After all, I know how to defend myself. Plus”, Ora reached into her pocket and pulled out the fox’s two earplugs, ”I’m shure he’ll listen.”
A few minutes later. In the car
”Donelli Street”, Ora mumbled to herself. That was the name of the street where the doctor had said that the fox lived. ”Donelli… Where’s that?” A look in the road map showed that it was a rather short street in the eastern end of the city. It was an industrial area, not far from the landfill. Now, why would anyone live there? ”Probably the son of an entrepreneur”, she thought. ”Either that or it’s a trap.” She put down the map and took up the highschool yearbook that was lying on the passenger seat with one of the class photographs showing. There he was: Morgan Norrwich, science & engineering scholarship student. Voted most likely to become the next Bill Gates. Or to blow himself and the neighbourhood up. Or both. He looked rather childish on that photo – happy, worry-free despite the fact that his neigbour made ”rabbit’s ears” behind his head when the photographer pressed the trigger.
Half an hour later. On the way from the hospital
The fox sat quiet in the passenger’s seat. He had thanked Ora for giving him a ride home as well as for taking him to the hospital the night before, but after that he hadn’t said a word and neither had she. He seemed somewhat uneasy or neurvous, Ora decided that it was time.
”So, Morgan”, she said. He twitched when she said his name.
”Mono, please. Everyone calls me Mono.”
”Right then. Mono.” Ora kept her eyes on the road. ”What were you doing in the gym last night. You don’t seem like the athletic type.”
”Was I in a gym?” Mono seemed confused. ”I thought I was found in the street?” Ora stopped the car and turned to him.
”Now, litsen, ’Mono’. I know that bump on your head erased your memory of the last few minutes”, she pointed to the back of his head where the hospital staff had shaved of the fur in order to attach the surgical tape, ”but I personally locked the front door after the manager left and you didn’t have your accident until well half an hour after that. That door didn’t open again until I left the gym so you had to be there before I locked it the first time!” Ora pointed her finger at Mono and emphazised every word using it. ”So – are you going to tell me?”
Mono sighed and then sat there silent for a few seconds.
”I think you’re special”, he said. ”No, I know you’re special.”
”Oh, great!”, Ora thought, ”A stalker.”
”I noticed it last spring, before graduation.”
”Oh, yes, the graduation”, Ora said through her teeth. ”I suppose that’s why you carry these.” She pulled out one of the earplugs from her pocket.
”Yes. May I have them back? I made them myself.”
”Not until I know what your game is”. She put it back into her pocket.
”My, my game?” Mono seemed insecure. He thought again. ”Okey, I’ll show you. Or rather: I won’t show you.”
”What’s that supposed to mean?”
The fox undid his seatbelt. Ora pressed the central locking button, fearing that he was going to make a run for it, but he was just sitting there. And then he wasn’t.
”See what I mean?”, Mono’s voice said.
Ora’s brain had a serious argument with itself. The hearing center said that the fox was still there, because the sound of his voice still came from the same place, but the visual cortex disagreed since it had just seen him blink out of existence.
Suddenly, the fox was there again. ”See? You do things with sound, I do stuff with light.” Then he disappeared again.
”Light?”, Ora thought to herself. ”That means he is still here. And if he doesn’t affect sound…” She gave out a sonar call. It was soft, considering the enclosed space of the car, but quite adequate. ”Yes.”, she thought as the echo came back. ”He’s still there. I can sense him.”
”I see”, she said. The fox reappeared.
”Sooo”, Ora said as she turned the car out into the lane and pressed the accellerator. ”You made the earplugs after graduation?”
”Yes. It wasn’t until that day that I realized I might need them.”
”Then how come your ears are allright?”
”Oh, I wasn’t there. I was late. I’m allways late. I’ll probably be late for my own funeral.” He began to chuckle. ”Nerd humor”, Ora thought to herself, but she couldn’t help cracking a smile. Then her seriousness returned. ”What did you mean with ’I realized I might need them’?”
Mono looked down, he seemed troubled. ”I’ve been studying you. What you do.”
”Because… because I like what you do. I hope that maby I’ll be able to use my ability for something usefull too.”
”So you followed me?”
”Only a bit”, the fox tried to excuse himself. ”When I learned what you usually do, I didn’t have to anymore. I simply drop by a place at a time when I think you’ll be there.” Was she really that predictable? The though worried Ora. She had better change her habits.
”So that’s why I ran in to you so often?”, she asked
”Yes. I don’t go undercover in populated areas unless I have to.”
”When did you discover your ’ability’?”
”That was early. Can’t remember when. I used to sneak up on people and watch what they did. I became very good at sneaking.”
”And that’s why I didn’t hear you in the gym?”
”That’s right. I can move quite silently if I have to.”
Somewhat later. Driving up Donelli Street
”So what are you doing in this neigbourhood?”, Ora asked
”I live here. When I got the scholarship, I moved in with my uncle. He has a scrap yard on Donelli Street.”
”Why didn’t he pick you up then?”
”Oh, he’s out of town on business. I’m not shure when he’ll be back, so I’m holding down the home ground.” Mono felt uneasy. He didn’t like to lie, especially to someone like Ora, but what would he have said otherwise? ’My uncle got involved with the syndicate and now he’s in hiding from them to save his skin?’
”Ah, There it is”, Mono said and pointed to a metal wall on the far side of the next intersection. Large piles of metal showed themselves over the wall like a mountain range. As Ora pulled over at the gate, she saw a huge tower crane with an electromagnet in the middle of the yard behind the gate.
Mono undid his seatbelt, opened the door and went over to the person’s entrance, a door sized gate within one half of the big gate. He unlocked and opened it. ”Come on in.” Ora felt a degree of uneasyness, but followed him. Behind the gate was a big open yard. On three sides it was surrounded by heaps of scrap metal. A railroad track came in through the main gate, ran across the yard and disappeared through a smaller gate at the back. To the left was the tower crane and further to the left, right up against the wall, was a collection of buildings, seemingly stacked on top of and up against each other. ”Uncle raised his family here”, Mono explained, ”so whenever a new space was needed, he’d build an add-on. Since his divorce he’s been living here alone – until I came along, that is. This is the office”, he said, pointing to the closest building. ”That’s the actual house and behind it is the workshop and the garage. Mostly work-related machines”, he added. They were walking as he speaked. As they came up to what seemed to be the entrance to the living quaters, Mono took out a key, walked up the short flight of stairs to the door and unlocked it. He opened up the door and they went inside.
”Bo-ob!”, he said as he removed his shoes. ”Bob!” A whirling sound approached them from what looked to be a living room and some kind of model car-aibo crossover appeared. It gave of a synthetic dog bark, rolled up to the fox and started playing some kind of tune, or was it a message coded in tones? ”Hi, Bob!”, Mono said with joy. ”Have you missed me?” The thing called ’Bob’ gave of another melody. ”Yeah, I know, I was gone longer than I said I would.” Then the thing turned towards Ora. It tilted its head and gave of a new series of tones. ”Bob, meet Ora. She’s a friend”, Mono said to the thing, then turned to Ora. ”Say ’Hi, Bob!’”
”Hi… Bob?”, Ora said, unsure what to do.
”No, in a regular voice”, Mono said. ”Like you would greet a friend.”
”Oh! Hi, Bob!” The thing gave of a joyous tune.
”You see, Bob reacts to voice commands. One has to greet him continuously for about five minutes to really teach him to recognize a new voice, but now he’ll be able to tell that you are you with a reasonable accuracy.” Mono went into the kitchen, Ora followed him. It was a small but functional room with a window towards the street. In front of the window was a table with four wooden chairs. Bob rolled behind them and played another tune. ”Yes, Bob, you can stand down now.” Another set of tones, then Bob sped away into the living room. ”He’s wired into the burglar alarm. He won’t follow me around now unless I ask him to.”
”Another of your own designs?”, Ora said.
”Yes, I made him threee years ago. Just for fun.” Mono went over to the fridge and took out a carton of milk. ”Want some?”
”No thanks, I’m driving.” ”What?”, Ora thought to herself. ”What was that all about?”
”I’ll have one though”, Mono said and poured a glass. ”Lots of calcium and I’m gonna need it now.” He pointed to the back of his head and then put the carton back into the fridge. He sat down by the table. His shyness returned and he wasn’t prone to make eye contact. An uneasy silence setteled. Mono sipped his milk.
”So”, Ora said, breaking the silence. ”You want to be able to use your ability?” Mono nodded. ”Well, I’ll see what I can do. Drop by the gym some evening. I’ll ask my roomies to help out. I suppose you allready know about them?” Another nodd.
”Uh, if there’s nothing more I can do, I’d better be going. Got to do the groceries shopping.”, Ora said, pointing her thumb back over her shoulder towards the entrance.
”I suppose not”, Mono said. ”The doctor gave me these”, he pulled out a box of painkillers, ”so I suppose I’ll be allright.” He stood up and they shook hands. ”Thanks for taking me to the hospital.”
”Think nothing about it. I couldn’t just leave you there, could I? Bye.” Ora turned away and walked towards the entrance. Then she turned around again. ”I allmost forgot”, she said and tossed Mono the earplugs. He caught them with one hand.
”Thanks”, he said.
Mono stood at the kitchen window and looked out at Ora as she got into the car and drove away. He looked even sadder now. Then he started to sob and his eyes watered.
He had allways been shy, excessivly so. That’s why he used to sneak up on people. He had never been really close to anyone, let alone girls. He simply didn’t dare, nore did he know what he was expected to do if he would approach them or be approached. The combination of cameradery and professional distance of the nerd sub-culture became his closest thing to real companionship.
He though of his first love, Carro, who attended the same highschool class as he did. He had been head over heals in love with her, but never had the courage to tell her. Noone knew, not even his family. He had watched her from afar but every time he tried to tell her, his nerves failed him. Not even when he was drunk did he have the nerve. And then, after two full years, she found someone else and Mono realized that the chance was gone. He wasn’t jelaous, because why would he be? She hadn’t done anything wrong. Nor was he angry, for who was to blame? Noone, accept possibly himself. He was just sad, but deeply so. He had been down for an entire semester before he first took notice of Ora. She was training in the school gym when she caught his eye. And he realized he had been given a second chance.
That spring semester he had been walking on air, the endorphins keeping him in a state of near-constant joy. In four words: He was in love. And seriously so.
He truly had been late for the graduation ceremony. The incident happened as he was dashing from the bus stop to school and the shock wave made his ears ring for a day despite the distance. She was the first person he had actually seen, apart from himself, who had a special ability. He had allready seen Ora’s ’ordinary’ talent – she wasn’t in his class so he had watched her concealed, captivated. During that last semester he had also sneaked around her class-mates, asked indirect questions and studied the school archives to satisfy his curiosity.
Off course school came to an end – although it does not seem that way when one is actually in it. Mono decided to make use of his nack for science and applied to the University. He was accepted into the Physics program, which suited him like a well-worn pair of jeans. Experiments and laborations took place on a uneven schedule and he could do most of the theoretical work on his own, so basically he was free most of the day. Well, ’free’ meaning managing the scrap yard. That was were he had learned mechanics – repairing what could be, gutting the rest and scrapping the ’leftovers’, often using the recovered parts to build new things. Since last november he’d had to manage it alone, because of his uncle’s ’business-related’ problems. Now and then he would get a postcard with a short greeting, always from a new city.
Whatever time was left after shcool and making shure that he had something to eat the next day was shared between inventing and following his passion.
Today he had had the chance of his lifetime to actually approach Ora and explain himself, to tell her what he felt and the real reason for his actions. But he hadn’t. He couldn’t manage to pull himself together even for the few seconds it would have taken to make eyecontakt and utter those four words that he had been bursting to say ever since that day last winter. He had blew it again. The sobbing had turned to outright crying. He flung his head backwards and gave of a howl of despair.
”NOOOOOOO!!! … Not again!!”
In the car
”What was that?”, Ora thought as she passed the next block. Her ears had percieved what might have been a distant shout. Or was it the sound of some nearby industry machinery? ”Oh, well. Probably some mechanical noise.”
To be continued…
Angst or what?
Seriously though, here’s a couple of sections that I wasn’t shure wether I should use now or save for a future continuation; they make the story more complete and multi-layered, but they also make it darker. Chose for yourself wether you want to read them or not.
Add-on to the first section: ”Evening. The parking lot outside the recidence”
And then there was the hostile operative in the park.
Last week the three friends had had a combat encounter with a group of foes in a park downtown. It wasn’t until afterwards that Neige noticed the smell of burned flesh. They followed the trail to a group of shrubs and there they found the operative. He was lying in a shooter’s position with a sniper rifle in his hands, still pointing it in the general direction of where they had just fought. The rifle had been cut in half and the operative’s head had rolled of into the next bush, apparelntly the effect of one single strike or swipe or blast or whatever-it-was. Both the aluminium rifle and the neck showed signes of extreme heat – the metal had melted and the flesh was cooked, burned and partially chared. Yet neither one of them had heard anything. This naturally made the three of them uneasy.
New section to be added after the last ordinary one: ”In the car”
Back in the kitchen
Mono’s cries subsided back to sobbing. Tears fell into the glas of milk. He covered his face with his hands and leaned forward, elbows on the table.
”You know”, a voice said, ”I can help you.” Mono’s sobbing stopped instantly. He looked up at the figure and wiped his eyes.
”YOU!” His voice turned from sorrow to rage. ”Get out of here! I want nothing more to do with you!”
”Now, now, Morgan”, the voice said ”That’s no way to talk to one’s benefactor.” Mono stood up.
”Benefactor my tail! You fooled me! You disrupted me! You turned me into a …”
”Into a person with opportunities beyond his wildest dreams.”
”Dreams? It’s a nightmare! Do you realize how hard it is for me to controll it?”
”That will ware off in time. You should be thankfull that our researchers and surgeons are the most skilled there are. Had they not been that good, the bionics would have showed up on your x-ray and you know what would have happened then.”
”Oh, so now I’m supposed to be thankfull?”
”Quite so, Morgan. Without our augumentations you would still be …”
”Yeah, like I was questioned wether I wanted to have my brain rewired!”
”… you would still be that sad, pathetic, lonely little boy”, the voice continued, ignoring his protest.
”I AM that lonely, little boy! In case you haven’t noticed I’m still a social outcast. But this is it! I want to have that thing removed!”
”I’m afraid that is not possible, Morgan”
”And it want it removed NOW!” Mono slammed his fist onto the table top.
”As I said, that is not possible. You see, the bionics are only one part of the augumentation. The entire ’you’ had to be redesigned for it to work and frankly I doubt wether you could survive without it in your present condition.”
”Then I’ll just have to anull the deal, won’t I? I won’t take anymore assignements. No more! I quit!”
”That does not please me, Morgan.”
”You know what else would not please me? Seeing something happen to that girl of yours.” Mono’s eyes widened. ”What’s her name again? Oh, yes: Ora, isn’t it?” Mono’s face displayed an expression of shock, of being stunned.
”You wouldn’t”, he said through clenched teeth, tightening his fists so hard that some of his knucles gave of a popping sound.
”Oh, yes! That would be a pity now, wouldn’t it?” The figure smiled wickedly.
”YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER!!” Mono stepped closer to the figure, picked up the glass of milk and hurled it into the wall behind the figure, making shards fly all over the kitchen. His voice had now turned from rage to outright fury. ” YOU HEAR ME?! IF YOU TOUCH ONE HAIR ON HER I’LL…”
”Do what, Morgan?”
”… I’ll make shure you regret the day of your miserable coming into existance!”
”I seriously doubt that, Morgan. You have no idea how to even start. Or of what you would be up against.”
”You wouldn’t be so cocky if you knew what I…”, Mono thought. He had such a wanting to say it out loud, but managed to controll himself. He knew the importance of keeping one’s knowledge of opponents concealed from them. He walked around, trying to calm himself down and ended up standing across the room from the figure, breathing heavily.
”So, Morgan”, the figure continued. ”Now that we have put our egos aside, you know what to do, don’t you?”
”Yes, I know”, Mono said, turning towards the window.
”Good. That will be all.” Mono could sense the figure leave. He continued to look out the window, onto the empty street. He fingered on the faulty piece of the washing machine that had been lying on the table when he returned with Ora, a piece that he had managed to hide behind the flower pot in the window before she could see and possibly recognize it. Then he spoke. ”Wardrobe!” An electronic sound replied to the command. ”Get my gear. I have work to do.” He turned around and headed for the closet.
To be continued…