When the doors had finally slid open, Jasper did not move from his place on the bed.
He rolled the fabric of the sheet covering him within his fingers unknowingly as, he remained alone and preoccupied in the recesses of his mind, blind and deaf to the world around him.
The hissing of the door of his room sliding open did not affect him, the sudden invasion of cold air as well had done equally nothing.
The world could have crashed and burned, and he would have not even noticed.
Gravity itself could have stopped functioning, and Jasper would not have felt it in the slightest.
The guards at his doors stood with their backs straight, unmoving and unspeaking as they observed his lack of reaction to their presence, awaiting for some sort of movements from him to indicate that he had recognised them and their authority, and that he would proceed with the correct sequence of actions that had been expected from him.
They did not him to keep sta
"Why did you come back?" one man asked, his uniform made him indistinguishable from all the others in the room, now all of them donning identical clothing that no longer distinguished them by their profession through the exact shade of grey worn.Jasper had not at all reacted when he had been dragged past the site where he had once worked with others.Jasper had not at all spoken when he had dragged through the area where he had murdered a man in cold blood and in vain now.And Jasper had not at all lifted his eyes when he had been dragged into the room where he had been shot at with lasers and had stolen the time machine from.His eyes had automatically been drawn onto the ceiling of the place where he had been unceremoniously been dropped down, thrown into the centre of the floor and unfortunately landing on his back.There were air vents up there.There were air vents up there.There were air vents up there.&n
"When you left, the operation to rebel was still in its final stages of preparation.We had come up with a plan to rebel, get rid of all the guards and then find some sort of connection to the outside world that we could exploit.He had found that point, the operating room on the floor above us.Yeah... nobody knew about that floor too so you can shut your mouth before some dust flies in and then you choke on it.There's a staircase hidden away in the side where none of us have been allowed to go into, 'cause we've always been led away from the place and have been put somewhere else because of the chips in our backs.So anyway, first things first.You were taken away and a couple of the kids under your wing got antsy because another member of their team had gone missing before, and they overreacted.One of them blew up completely, his face
"It was alright."The lie was a comforting one, passing through the old, old man's lips easily as breathing, those same lips too accustomed to lying.He had lied for a good portion of his life to both himself and the others.He had lied that today was going to be a good day, and had done so for every single morning for the past five years, gripping the edge of his blanket at he pulled himself off the floors of his room at the last possible moment he could manage, every single morning.He had dragged himself to the water fountain, splashing himself in the face and felt all the tiredness from his body drip away and leave him, as he told himself each and every time that he completed the small, personal ritual, fresh and rejuvenated, ready to take on the day and strive for the best person that he could possibly hope to be on this world.May the Sun Goddess Bless him with good health and fortune!It had been another lie.He hadn't seen the
"Tell me, what kind of scene were you trying to cause by not cooperating with the renewed time travel project, Red_Two, Gryaz?" the interviewer, another man that Jasper had never met, asked him, his fingers laced together and obscuring his helmet that hid his face away.His voice was a new one to Jasper's ears, not that he showed it at all on his face.He sat sat down in a chair, two guards at his sides keeping their hands on both his shoulders to hold him up, and to stop him from slumping downwards underneath the desk.Jasper did nothing, said nothing, and felt almost nothing.There was still that one, all too familiar knot of fear in his chest that twisted and writhed, trying to reach out and expand its clutches outside of the small area that it had claimed within Jasper, trying to make his hands shake, his legs wobble, and his eyes and irises widen.The same ball of fear had once been so powerful and strong, keeping a grip over Jasper strong eno
Jasper felt the first blow connect with his jaw, shocking the air out his system, forcing his eyes to widen and his pupils to blow up wide.He gasped out, struggling to breathe, unable to come over the harsh, unexpected shock to his system.The world around his spun, Jasper's vision swinging wildly as his eyes were forced to see the plain, blank walls and the glaring lights above, almost at the same time as his body flew from his chair, backwards onto the floor.Pain bloomed instant from his face, the formation of the bruise too sharp and too instantaneous, blood vessels exploding and the flowing blood all coagulating under Jasper's skin, all too close to his nerves.There was another, duller, burst of pain in Jasper's back, exactly where the microchip had once been imbedded into his body, and where his skin had been pulled tight by Doctor Johnstone as she had repaired the area, removing all the burnt flesh and grafting in new skin and muscle
"Do you think he'll die from this?" the interviewer asked the other two guards in the room.One was clearly taller than him, and for a moment, looked to have the most power in the room, his strength easily dwarfing the interviewer's own.If it wasn't for the strict hierarchy of roles, and the punishments for stepping out of those roles, the interviewer was sure that he would have suffered a pummelling from the taller guard, his morals and methods apparently contradictory to what was the standard procedure of pain and torture displayed in front of him.He would need to write up an incidence report of the guard's behaviours and reactions, lest they manifest in more dangerous circumstances, more troubling behaviours, or any other situation that warranted more serious concern.It was truly best for the guard, at the end of the day.The shorter guard had not responded to anything, following orders to the letter and not sticking his neck out in the sligh
No.Silent tears streamed down Jasper's face as he was dragged away by the two guards, both gripping his shoulders as he was dragged through the corridors.His eyes were unable to stop.Jasper cried, and cried, and criedNo.There was nothing that he could possibly do now, the world around him completely flipping over on its head and casting him the villain.He had been the villain the entire time.He was the one who had been evil.He was the one who had caused all of this, and then he had had the gall to try and fight against the man who had been standing on top of him, berating him for his stupid mistakes, and showing him the very error of his ways.No.His mouth remained sealed shut, trying to keep as much of the noises inside as he could, undeserving of letting the battered, haunted screams trapped and circling in his veins be unleashed out into the world.He needed to keep silent.He could
When Jasper's prone and beaten body was thrown into the room where all his other, 'supposed' co workers had congregated, an immediate silence and hush fell across the room, everyone stopping their speech, movements and their activities to see the perfect arch that his body had made as it left the arms of the guards who had dragged him to that place.Jasper did not move as he landed, his body crumpling into a heap where he had hit the ground, landing on one of his shoulders, the impact sending shockwaves through his system to his ribs that felt as if they had only been fractured even further by the assault.Jasper closed his eyes, and kept his mouth sealed, not allowing the slightest bit of sound to escape him, not the scream of agonised pain, not the pleading whimper that begged for the world to stop spinning around him, and not the never ending chant in his mind that was nothing but an infinity of 'I'm sorry'.The guard, for all that he was worth, gave a full b
“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