"Are you going to keep smiling like an idiot, or are you going to clean up the mess you made while your uniform dries. I called your parents while you were in the shower. You certainly took your sweet time," Mrs Holmes decided to state and interrupt Lila's emotional moment.
Her voice somehow began snapping as if she were some sort of angry piranha fish, before morphing to something resembling an exhausted receptionist who didn't have the capacity to deal with anything else for the rest of the day, and then transforming one final time into something resentful and snarky to end with.
Lila, the first time that she had heard Mrs Holmes speak, had automatically shrunk into herself, interpreting her tone as a sign of hostility, when in reality the woman was incapable of sounding nice at all.
Nonetheless, Lila stood up and made her way to the kitchen to clean up her messy, muddy footprints, tucking the letter back into the envelope with the photograph, before having th
Mrs Holmes, in fact and thankfully, had removed Lila's school supplies and possessions, before she had tossed her bag into the wash with all the other muddy items that she had been wearing when she had trodden into the old lady's kitchen, exhausted and filthy from her hazardous run.Once the kitchen was immaculate and sparkling, in Lila's eyes, and up to an adequate standard in Mrs Holmes', Lila was then made to clean her own muddy shoes through copious uses of wet paper towels and a smidgen of the shoe polish from Mr Holmes' collection of the stuff, multiple tins of different price ranges and grades for all sorts of different materials, stored in a box which was separated out internally into multiple little compartments to keep his shoe collection in a state of perpetual newness - an impressive feat considering the tens upon tens of pairs of shoes the man had collected over the course of his adult life, the entire collection of them all put together dwarfing the couple of pa
Jasper knew that, when he hit that button to abandon Lila, he would have no idea where he would be going, and when he would be arriving.The time machine had probably been jostled throughout the entire duration of his stay with her, and he couldn't imagine at least some of the force of his now two falls not causing some sort of internal damage.The machine hadn't exactly been designed by him to survive hard impacts with the force to break human bones on two occasions.And besides, wherever he probably ended up now would be his eternal resting place.There really wasn't much left for him now, and it would be for the best.Because of him, Emmet was now a monster, and because of him, and his actions, Lila would probably grow up to be one as well.Wherever he went, he ruined people's lives after all. It would be best for him to finally disappear here, his body too broken to keep on going now, completely useless and unable to even attempt self de
"I hope that you've enjoyed your adventure because we certainly did."The Sýnnefan official that was staring down Jasper had a stern face that looked unaccustomed to smiling or experiencing any real positive emotions. It was worn and rugged, each silver scar on it boasting experience for the grey empire that he served.Jasper knew that the man who loomed above him, his head almost floating in his currently imperfect and blurred vision, had obviously fought in the same wars that Jasper had survived, but had to wonder how those scars were achieved.Attacks from the sky were how Sýnnefa operated, leaving no real reason for such injuries to leave their mark on the man's visage.Curiosity, Jasper thought to himself, staring down his enemy, was something that he hadn't experienced for a long, long time.Was he coming alive in between these monsters?Was this where he truly belonged, among all the greatest evils of this world and thei
The hangar bay that Jasper felt himself being wheeled into was all decked out in an impressive spectrum of all the shades of grey.Darker grey floors that were probably designed to minimise cleaning efforts stretched out and branched down the several corridors that lead out of the central, large area.There were rows upon rows of helicopters that were unoccupied that were sat on either side of the one that Jasper that arrived in, and looked to be empty, all of them a lighter, more silvery shade of grey that looked to be worn from continuous use without regular cleaning, than rather any sort of design choice.The walls of the bay looked as if they were supposed to be coloured an equally dark grey of the floor, allowing all the various personnel in their significantly lighter grey uniforms to be distinct from their surroundings.There was an older looking, fatter looking, man that stood straight and tall, despite his somewhat inappropriate looking physique,
After Jasper gave his answer, the fat officer did not speak at all.The grey lift remained silent, the whirring noise of all the mechanisms of their transportation not even making their way into the tiny space.Jasper kept his eye on the keypad, feeling his heart beat along with each of the flashing lights on the console that the officer had pressed, each light showing exactly where they were within the building.It only looked to provide a passage to only a small selection of floors, twenty in total, with each one represented by a symbol rather than any sort of numbering.The one that they were currently travelling to was glowing white, the symbol representing it being only a table and two chairs, descriptive enough to let Jasper know where he was going and sealing his fate, but still simple enough that only a few lines were needed to depict such a thing.The floors above only had a box with the edge of a sheet of paper peeking out from over the t
one two three four fiveone two three four fiveone two three four fiveJasper struggled to try and get his breathing back under control.He felt as if the room was filling up with water. He felt as if he was unable to keep himself afloat. He felt as if he was drowning, his lungs burning and his body sinking, becoming heavier and heavier, until he found himself unable to control nothing.His arms flopped down useless and shaking, his legs askew in their restrained positions and feeling as if they were made of lead and then embedded in concrete for the extra weight.Jasper, almost intentionally, began to laugh at himself, giggling and cackling alike through the tears at his situation and how he always managed to end up fucking
"Was your plan to steal the time machine premeditated?" the fat officer asked Jasper, who was barely clinging on to his consciousness and his very bearings."Yes," Jasper gasped out, almost on instinct, as his throat rapidly dried up without any sign of water falling down on him to replace what the electricity had sapped from his body.His answer and cooperation was rewarded however.A stream of water droplets began falling down onto Jasper's face, their frequency and size dictated by no real rhyme or reason as he caught them with his mouth and eagerly swallowed them down, sustaining his poor, breaking body."How long had you been planning your heist?" the fat officer then interjected, his very voice interrupting the water supply as if it was a command, the man not taking his eyes of Jasper's movements and demeanour, cataloguing anything and everything that he managed to pick up on.Jasper made to startle when he was rejected from his sustenance, h
He couldn't breathe!He couldn't breathe!He couldn't breathe!White hot sparks of flame and fire covered Jasper's face, clogging up his mouth and nose, as he shook and shook and shook, trying his hardest, over and over again, to throw off the cloth that had seared itself into his skin, clung to his nerve endings and forced itself to fuse with the bursting blood vessels of his face, holding all his senses hostage.His throat spasmed around nothing, as no air moved in or out, his lungs trembling and shaking, trying to eject themselves out from his chest to try and experience even the slightest sliver of air.Jasper felt as if he was burning, his upper body set on fire as he registered nothing but heat flowing through his veins, the force of a thousand suns bearing down at him with their flashing glares that scorched his retinas and blinded his sight, depriving him even the darkness that would typically come with death itself.There was nothin
“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