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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,924
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
The Brains
In the weeks that followed Cindy only saw Riku 2 more times and had yet to meet Jen’rya. Then one day when entering the room to get dresses and meet up with Striker she saw a new face on one of the beds, the woman seemed engrossed in reading something on her evo-charm. With trepidation Cindy asked the burning question.
“Jen’rya?”
The woman stopped reading and looked up, much of her body was covered by a dull grey pants, slippers, and tunic. What skin she saw was pale, unnaturally pale, it almost seemed to glow. And those eyes bore into her, pale as her skin, blue as ice. A waterfall of platinum, almost silver hair so fine it was like sand and had its own radiance spilled down to her mind back. She looked so human, to human, to perfect. Cindy stared into those eyes for only a moment but it felt like a eternity. Those eyes bore into her like a abyss and Cindy found herself drowning in a sea of despair. Memories of her torments were reflected in those sad, sad eyes and Cindy could not hold back. She dropped to her knees, naked flesh touching the cold steel under her and lowered her head tears pouring out of her like dam ruptured. The soft sound of slippers on steel and Cindy found those long slender, pale arm wrapped around her, and a head resting on her shoulder. Jen’rya began to weep as well as she began to mutter in a low voice into the crying child ear “Oh Josh, Josh, I’m so sorry, so very sorry Josh.” Over and over again.
Cindy’s hands trembled as she reached out to hold the woman, through the fabric her finger tips traced the line of a long scar on either side of Jen’s back. It was so cold, so, so cold. As they wept it seemed as though all the warmth in her body was being drained out. She shivered as the pain and memories kept coming. She had to get away. Cindy struggled to break the older woman’s grip leaving her repeating the line and sobbing as she bolted out the door naked.
It wasn’t until much later that Striker found Cindy shivering in a dank corner whimpering and sobbing.
“Cindy,” came the voice of the evo-charm that accompanied the clicks of Striker’s mandibles. Cindy looked up as Striker knelt down picking up Cindy and holding it to her fur covered bosom. “You’re cold as ice! What happened?”
Forgetting Striker’s new identity she buries her face in the creature’s warm breasts “Oh Candy, Candy, I have never felt such despair. When I looked into Jen’s eyes it was like I was looking into the Abyss. When I looked into Jen’s eyes it was like looking into my own past, a thousand fold.”
“I’m sorry,” Striker clicks “I should have warned you, never look into Jen’s eyes.”
Cindy tries to raise her head but can’t stop the tears “And when I felt her back there were 2 large scars.”
Striker nodded letting out a soothing series of clicks “Her wings.”
Cindy looked up into the eyes of Striker “Please, tell me, why is she so sad?”
Striker looks away “Jen is a mystery, I’ve only been able to peace together a few details. She had wings once but lost them. They were not displaced, the scars indicate they were cut off. But by who or why? I don’t know. Even with a 36 foot span they would at best let her glide not fly. As for her sadness Jen has always been sad. It seems to get worse when something like a Zero assault ship is destroyed. Near as I can tell she’s a fallen AGL, probably an empathic.”
“Jen’rya?”
The woman stopped reading and looked up, much of her body was covered by a dull grey pants, slippers, and tunic. What skin she saw was pale, unnaturally pale, it almost seemed to glow. And those eyes bore into her, pale as her skin, blue as ice. A waterfall of platinum, almost silver hair so fine it was like sand and had its own radiance spilled down to her mind back. She looked so human, to human, to perfect. Cindy stared into those eyes for only a moment but it felt like a eternity. Those eyes bore into her like a abyss and Cindy found herself drowning in a sea of despair. Memories of her torments were reflected in those sad, sad eyes and Cindy could not hold back. She dropped to her knees, naked flesh touching the cold steel under her and lowered her head tears pouring out of her like dam ruptured. The soft sound of slippers on steel and Cindy found those long slender, pale arm wrapped around her, and a head resting on her shoulder. Jen’rya began to weep as well as she began to mutter in a low voice into the crying child ear “Oh Josh, Josh, I’m so sorry, so very sorry Josh.” Over and over again.
Cindy’s hands trembled as she reached out to hold the woman, through the fabric her finger tips traced the line of a long scar on either side of Jen’s back. It was so cold, so, so cold. As they wept it seemed as though all the warmth in her body was being drained out. She shivered as the pain and memories kept coming. She had to get away. Cindy struggled to break the older woman’s grip leaving her repeating the line and sobbing as she bolted out the door naked.
It wasn’t until much later that Striker found Cindy shivering in a dank corner whimpering and sobbing.
“Cindy,” came the voice of the evo-charm that accompanied the clicks of Striker’s mandibles. Cindy looked up as Striker knelt down picking up Cindy and holding it to her fur covered bosom. “You’re cold as ice! What happened?”
Forgetting Striker’s new identity she buries her face in the creature’s warm breasts “Oh Candy, Candy, I have never felt such despair. When I looked into Jen’s eyes it was like I was looking into the Abyss. When I looked into Jen’s eyes it was like looking into my own past, a thousand fold.”
“I’m sorry,” Striker clicks “I should have warned you, never look into Jen’s eyes.”
Cindy tries to raise her head but can’t stop the tears “And when I felt her back there were 2 large scars.”
Striker nodded letting out a soothing series of clicks “Her wings.”
Cindy looked up into the eyes of Striker “Please, tell me, why is she so sad?”
Striker looks away “Jen is a mystery, I’ve only been able to peace together a few details. She had wings once but lost them. They were not displaced, the scars indicate they were cut off. But by who or why? I don’t know. Even with a 36 foot span they would at best let her glide not fly. As for her sadness Jen has always been sad. It seems to get worse when something like a Zero assault ship is destroyed. Near as I can tell she’s a fallen AGL, probably an empathic.”