"Mum, what's the most important thing in the world?" Gretel had once asked her mother, playing outside on the busy street during the one and only time that she had ever remembered it snowing.
She had spent the day running around, making snow angels on the pavement with some of the other teenage girls humouring her as they skipped from snow angel to snow angel, never disrupting their shapes as they made their way down the street and off to school.
Her mother, who seemed to be at home suddenly for no apparent reason nowadays, had simply flashed Gretel a smile.
"You're the most important thing in the world to me," she called out from her perch on their doorstep, wrapped up in a hat, scarf, gloves, coat, and blanket, not at all like Gretel who only really needed a coat, her face and hands warming up far too quickly if she had been forced to wear a hat and gloves.
"No, not that mum! I mean, in the world, what's the most important thing that I need to get?"
The moon was high in the sky, visible through the window behind Lila, as she slammed her back door shut, leaning down to take her boots off and leaving them right in front of the door. She looked up and saw that the rest of the house had its lights off. She walked into the hallway and stopped in front of the office door. Listening in, she heard the light sounds of breathing and one, single shuffling noise. She began walking again, down the hall and towards the stairs, placing one hand on the banister and began climbing. Each step under her feet creaked, making Lila cringe in an almost despair as she did her best to be quiet. She shifted her body to walk as close as she could to the wall, standing where the stairs were most supported and at their strongest. The problem was solved somewhat, but the noise was still there, making Lila wince. It got far too much for her. As fast as she could, Lila threw herself up the remainder of the stairs, grasp
The first days of her time at the North Western Sýnnefa Military Research Facility were quiet, tense, and empty, and no more greyer than her life had already been back in Gryaz. Guards constantly patrolled each and every single member of the few, scant group that made up their research team, comprised of physicists, engineers, mathematicians, and all sorts of other people in that sort of field. Gretel felt as if she had been sticking out like a sore thumb, as she managed to barely stumbled through the most basic of equations, if the comments of all her other teammates were correct, her speciality being chemistry and the biochemical makeup of the human body, medicinal studies being a consequence of her education, considering where she was and the time that she lived in. She hated it here. She wanted to leave, but she knew that there was no possible way that she possibly could. Always flanked by at least two guards, without any keys or supplies,
“Oh, I’m going to miss you so much! I can barely keep my tears at bay! Surely, I am being left behind, alone, abandoned!” Lila wailed into a handkerchief, exaggeratedly blowing her nose into the fabric, folding it over as soon as she was done to hide away the visible side. “Woe is me! Woe is me…” Lila cried into her shirt, her chest shook with the heavy breaths that heaved in and out, face tucked deep into the bend of her elbow where no one could see it. “Lila, shut the fuck up!” Emmet exasperatedly called out to her, twisting his body around to face and glare at her,” And why did you bring a torch? The sun’s right there!” Lila lifted up said torch, in the hand that didn’t carry her handkerchief, in an attempt to blind Emmet,” Eyes in front of you! You don’t want to get run over!” “I know what a car is and we’re on pavement!” Emmet retorted back, turning around so she couldn’t try any other attempts of harming his eyes. “I don’t know what a ca
On the first day that Gretel had been at the North Western Sýnnefa Military Research Facility, she had been allowed the grand total of two minutes of resting in her bed, trying her hardest to acclimate to her surroundings as quickly as she possible could with the man in grey looming over her, before she had been yanked upwards by a harsh clamping hand on her elbow, jerking her out of bed, throwing her to the floor, before jerking her upwards into her dizzying stand. She felt sick, the world still spinning all around her, and she had almost immediately fallen back down again, if not for the heavy and strong arms that caught her, keeping her leaning on a firm chest, as her shoulders were held up. "Oh, hey, hey. I've got you. I've got you," a voice called out from above her, and she took note of its kind tone and the warm hands that kept her from barely falling back down to the floor, probably face planting the grey surface below her and knocking herself out again, the
“Now, aren’t you happy that I brought a torch,” Lila called out from behind the three men walking in front of her. She shone her torch onto the dark pavement in front of both Emmet and Jasper, illuminating the path in front of them and letting them avoid the various bird and dog excrement, as well as the odd decaying leaf. “We’re here,” Tweedle Dee suddenly announced, stopping awkwardly in the middle of the path with seemingly no warning. “Wait, how long were we walking for?” Emmet asked, sounding dazed and disconnected from his environment. Lila shone the torch down to light up her watch,” About twentyish minutes. It wasn’t that bad.” Jasper said nothing, but moved over to hold Emmet’s arm and lean on him slightly. Lila watched the two of them stumble and sway in the dark, like they were engaged in some sort of mystical and personal dance that she just didn’t understand. She continued lighting their path forward through the tu
After being led through several corridors while being held up, Gretel found that her legs were soon able to hold her body. She was able to remove the force of her weight from the man that she had been leaning on, little by little, until she was fully standing on her own. She still kept his grip on the man either way, just in case she ended up tripping and falling on her face the moment she let go. The men around in her, in their grey suits, looked already intimidating enough, never mind whatever they were concealing under their clothing to use on her if she took a step out of line. She knew that they would not be forgiving if, due to her own clumsiness and the weakened state that they had forced her into, she fell and held up the line. She most likely would be yanked up and pushed forward to keep on moving without sympathy or the understanding that she simply would not be able to keep walking, just like what had happened before back when she h
“How did you find them all so quickly?” Lila asked Jasper, turning to him. Emmet, who had been previously looking around the room, made his way over and brought his arms about the other man. “I’ll tell you later,” Jasper whispered out, his voice almost breathless,” We need to destroy them all first. Help me find something small and needle like.” Lila stuck a hand into her right skirt pocket and rummaged around for a moment, before pulling out a tiny pink, zip up purse that was the size of her palm. She put down her torch for a moment and opened up the bag, pulling out a single spool of black thread wrapped around a long, thin cardboard tube with a needle tied down to the string. After a bit of fiddly tugging, she was able to free the needle and walked over to Jasper, who took the sharp point from her. He rolled it between two of his fingers and peered through the hole at the blunt end of the instrument. ”These aren’t from wire,” he mut
The death of the man in front of Gretel had been harrowing. A simple, clean, silent shot echoed throughout the hall, the quiet deafening all of her senses. She fell to the floor, her legs no longer working, knees buckling underneath her, not at all softening her descent downwards onto the grey. Her clothing blended into the floor; the colour such an impersonal thing, hiding itself within the giant expanse of homogeny, somehow becoming the nothingness, while all the while, standing out in a stark contrast, rejecting what it truly was, all at the same time. The grey of her person acted as it if had the ability and the right to denounce that had just happened, while taking all the credit for it, gleaming brightly as if what had just occurred was honourable, or any sort of expression of victory. Gretel felt as if she were about to be sick, bile climbing up her throat, and threatening to explode out of her, along with all her rage and her hatred, a
“Why’re you sleeping on the floor like that? Come on, get up. You’ll hurt your back doing that,” Doctor Marigold chided, dragging all her bits of heavy machinery around the office space to prepare for her demonstration.Behind her, Lila remained still.“I know that you’re not dead. Come, get up already,” she called out, stepping over a few sheets of paper that she had laid out to grab Lila by the shoulder and heave her up into sitting.The stubborn girl just flopped down again, not opening her eyes.“If you get the fuck up, we can move the flight a week forward so you can stop worrying about it,” Lucy Marigold shouted across the room.Like a rubber band, Lila snapped back up and finally opened her eyes.It had been harder to see the bags below them when they had been closed and Doctor Marigold wondered if she should buy the girl some sleep tablets.“I’m awake,” Li
Yolanda seemed to understand that she needed to back off and stop teasing Gretel, when the other woman's eyes suddenly misted over, and it was if she was no longer a part of this world.She kept the bubbling annoyance within her away from her face, putting on instead a mask of concern as she reached out and poked Gretel's arms, trying to maybe prod her out of her stupor and bring her back from the recesses of her mind.Yolanda had never actually seen somebody collapse inwards to a catatonic state over her own actions.It was interesting to see it all happen and fold out in front of her.She poked Gretel again, touching her in the face lightly to see if that would possibly work to pull the other woman out of her mind and back into the world where she was needed proper.It wouldn't reflect well on her if Gretel didn't wake up within the hour.It didn't feel as
When she awoke, she was sat ready to eat and was dressed just like her mother, in a pastel blouse and a lungi down to the floor.Lila looked down at herself and jumped when she heard rattling, noticing the ten, or so, bangles on each arm and the lines of mehndi that ran down all the way to the hems of her sleeves, resting halfway between her shoulders and elbows. A pin held her blouse shut at the top and a quick once over of her hair, with one of her hands, revealed that it had been styled in a simple bun and adorned with flowers.“This is weirdly romantic,” Lila commented, staring at the lit candles nestled in the variously sized candelabrums set around the circular room.There was no door, but a giant window which led to a balcony outside. There was no ceiling but the walls reaching upwards, all the way up, until they formed a dome in the same shade of dull brown that coated the floor and the giant, round table in the centre.The only dishes
“So, is she finally asleep?” Emmet asked the boy stood behind the counter. He was exceedingly slim for someone surrounded by sugar all day and Emmet could make out the outlines of his spindly elbows through his shirt. His face held a no nonsense, blunt, and almost bored expression. “Yeah, she is. She’s been knocked out on the sofa since I sent her back there,” Kai answered the long haired man in front of him, his hair pulled back by a ribbon matching his eyes before being pulled over his shoulder once more. He looked vain. “Oh good. Don’t tell her that I was involved,” the man asked, putting both his palms up to face Kai. “I’m telling her that you’re a fucking weirdo for that,” was the scowled answer. “No. Seriously, don’t tell her. She doesn’t like me and I don’t like her. She’s known my partner for longer that I’ve known him. She doesn’t trust me with him. Why’re you making that face?” Emmet tried to justify himself before giving up
“Are you sure that you’re getting enough sleep?” Kai asked Lila, watching her sway on her feet and clutching the front counter.“Yes,” she gasped, dropping her head into her hands, elbows on the table.“Go and lie down on the sofa. Go to sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when I have to leave for college,” Kai instructed her, tapping her on the shoulders and shepherding her towards the office.“… fine,” she conceded, letting Kai move her along towards the back.“You know that this just proves my point,” Kai pointed out, pushing her through the boundary of the door and closing it behind her.“Fine,” she whispered back to him, talking into the silence of the office.She let herself fall over the sofa, draping her upper body over the arm rest and letting her head be cushioned by the pillows. Shuffling a bit over to put her body entirely on the sofa, Lila f
“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now again!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now keep on going!”Lila landed each punch, timing her breaths to the count as she moved her fists, dodging underneath the swing that came towards her head, before blocking the second hit that came to her and moving along with the force of the fist that hit her arm.The swinging punching bag forced distance between Lila and Tweedle Dum, and she stepped back to where she was stood before, within the path of the moving bad, to put more distance between him and her.“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!”Lila punched the bag once more, landing all of her hits.“Okay, time for a break,” Tweedle Dum announced, grabbing the punching bag and pulling it back to him as Lila moved away from the centre of the room, sitting down on one of the rickety plastic chairs at the side of the room.She took of
“Bitch! Why’d you run off and abandon me like that!?” Lila shouted from behind the counter when Kai finally walked back into the store.She was waving her hands about and wore an apron covered in flour as the single customer in the store, an old man precariously balancing on his cane, slept whilst leaning on the radiator.“I thought that you wanted some bonding time with your family so I left you to do that it private!” Kai answered her, tiptoeing past their unconscious patron, in a combination of whispering and shouting.“They’re hardly my family and you left us in the middle of a public café!” Lila cried, not modulating her voice at all.In the background, the old man began to snore.“But you still talk to them a lot like you do to me, so I let you, and besides, I got about fifty more pages of Good Omens done in Waterstones,” Kai appealed, finally at the counter and opening up the
Gretel and Silver had their fun as he continued to teach her how the interface worked and how he had managed to figure out that the system was an older model from the lack of integration between the screen and the touch pad, and explaining how easily it would potentially be to do so once the technology, as displayed in this device, had been demonstrated and established to work in a functional product."We were working on something like this as well, back in the workshops back home for the company that I was in the research and development department for. We were trying to get our motion sensors to be as small as possible for more commercial and personal use of technology that we could sell to the public and those who couldn't afford the contact computers.We had no idea on how their tech worked, because of trade and company secrets and all, but we managed to piece together a few things by looking at the patents and when we bought a few and m
“Alright, the shop’s free. Why are you actually here?” Lila questioned, crossing her arms and staring down at the tablecloth of Jasper and Emmet’s table.“I’ve got lesson now. I’ll be back in a few hours,” the teenage boy behind Lila announced, picking up a bag that had been hidden behind the counter the entire time and rushing outside.Lila continued to stand there, waiting for a reply.Jasper couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t meeting either his or Emmet’s eyes.“Are you planning to leave us?” he asked her back.Lila’s fingers dug into the creases of her shirt,” I’m going to be leaving for a trip soon, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Kai’ll be running the shop and will be looking after things, broadly. He lives here now and I scheduled my leave for when his school term ends so he can take care of things.”“On thi