Reverse Engineering
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
838
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited OH BLARGAGH
Getting Lost, Getting Found
"Girl, if you\'re a seascape,
I\'m a listing boat
For the thing carries every hope
I invest in a single lie
The choice is yours to be loved
Come away from an emptier boat...
I never used a map, sliding off the land
On an incidental tide..."
The Shins, "Sea Legs"
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A storm had kicked up on the Eastern Sea, bearing the burden of the ancient N.S. 0551, and its primary cargo--engineer Ophelia Knight, huddled in a shipping crate--was beginning to feel a little sick from the waves.
I\'ve got to see if this is going to end any time soon.
She pushed the top of the box off as best as she could and began her best attempt at climbing out. Inevitably, the box fell over, and her mesh shirt became ensnared on a corner of the box.
"Oh, fuck!" Carefully, she detached herself from the wood, and stood up on the black, swaying cargo deck, reaching around herself for support. "Hello? Is anyone down here?"
No one answered. Ophelia inched forwards, uncomfortable with the noise her boots made on the floor. "Is anyone down here?" There was no sound from the decks above on the ship; the shouts she\'d grown used to over the course of her journey had ceased, and all that remained was the swish of waves over the planks of the deck and the drumbeat of the rain washing into seawater. No footsteps.
A door creaked as someone made an entrance into the cargo hold. "Stay right there--I\'m here for you!" called a voice, saccharine and filled with threat. Ophelia\'s hazel eyes went wide, and she dashed away through the cargo hold to the open box, ignorant of ripping her black skirt, only aware of the desperate need to pull the lid back onto the box before he came any closer.
"I hear you. It\'s all right, you don\'t have to run away from me." His shoes inched closer to the box, still open, where Ophelia cowered. Cursing her luminescent skin, she shrank ever further into the box, splinters rubbing her skin open.
"Come out, Ophelia."
Despite her best efforts, tears fought their way forth, and a hiccup came out. The footfalls of her tracker stopped, and then hurried over to the box. His eager hands pulled the shipping crate towards him, and then reached into its innards, like a surgeon extracting a heart, and pulled Ophelia from her hiding place.
She stared up at his face, a gaunt and narrow countenance still shrouded in the shadows of 0551\'s hold. He glared down at her, and then a smile played across his face. "Dr. Knight. It\'s a pleasure."
"Fuck you."
"Come upstairs. I have something to show you, and then we have a few matters to discuss."
He dragged her to her feet and out of the cargo hold, into the rain. The green streaks in her hair clung to her face, where tears mingled with seawater and acid rain as her assailant held her tightly to prevent her from diving beneath the black waves.
I\'m a listing boat
For the thing carries every hope
I invest in a single lie
The choice is yours to be loved
Come away from an emptier boat...
I never used a map, sliding off the land
On an incidental tide..."
The Shins, "Sea Legs"
-------------
A storm had kicked up on the Eastern Sea, bearing the burden of the ancient N.S. 0551, and its primary cargo--engineer Ophelia Knight, huddled in a shipping crate--was beginning to feel a little sick from the waves.
I\'ve got to see if this is going to end any time soon.
She pushed the top of the box off as best as she could and began her best attempt at climbing out. Inevitably, the box fell over, and her mesh shirt became ensnared on a corner of the box.
"Oh, fuck!" Carefully, she detached herself from the wood, and stood up on the black, swaying cargo deck, reaching around herself for support. "Hello? Is anyone down here?"
No one answered. Ophelia inched forwards, uncomfortable with the noise her boots made on the floor. "Is anyone down here?" There was no sound from the decks above on the ship; the shouts she\'d grown used to over the course of her journey had ceased, and all that remained was the swish of waves over the planks of the deck and the drumbeat of the rain washing into seawater. No footsteps.
A door creaked as someone made an entrance into the cargo hold. "Stay right there--I\'m here for you!" called a voice, saccharine and filled with threat. Ophelia\'s hazel eyes went wide, and she dashed away through the cargo hold to the open box, ignorant of ripping her black skirt, only aware of the desperate need to pull the lid back onto the box before he came any closer.
"I hear you. It\'s all right, you don\'t have to run away from me." His shoes inched closer to the box, still open, where Ophelia cowered. Cursing her luminescent skin, she shrank ever further into the box, splinters rubbing her skin open.
"Come out, Ophelia."
Despite her best efforts, tears fought their way forth, and a hiccup came out. The footfalls of her tracker stopped, and then hurried over to the box. His eager hands pulled the shipping crate towards him, and then reached into its innards, like a surgeon extracting a heart, and pulled Ophelia from her hiding place.
She stared up at his face, a gaunt and narrow countenance still shrouded in the shadows of 0551\'s hold. He glared down at her, and then a smile played across his face. "Dr. Knight. It\'s a pleasure."
"Fuck you."
"Come upstairs. I have something to show you, and then we have a few matters to discuss."
He dragged her to her feet and out of the cargo hold, into the rain. The green streaks in her hair clung to her face, where tears mingled with seawater and acid rain as her assailant held her tightly to prevent her from diving beneath the black waves.