I'm a Bitch
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see the softer side I can understand how you'd be so confused I don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything All rolled into one
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way ~ Meredith Brooks
It was obvious too obvious to him, he never considered if he were right or wrong. The portal worked at her whim, its strength was most certainly because the place had become an extension of Negzacurgis, and in doing that an extension of One. These were the things he was considering as he stepped through the gateway. The idea of quantum entanglements flitted briefly into his arguments with his self. These made too much sense to Kruger now too. Normally he'd make this trip to run further studies on the singularity he'd watched her free from its confinement. Tonight, he had another anomaly he wanted to see.
He began to wander through the place, not really knowing where he'd find her. When he'd been with Dahlia, she had just made a corridor directly to One. Kruger's control began and ended at the forge, here he was a rat caught in maze and searching for the treat that would be found at the end. He wasn't especially cautious in his roaming, though he did do his best to avoid being seen by any of the Mechs that acted as security. He wasn't completely oblivious to how much more suspicious that would make him seen once he was found.
Like a virus inside of a body, One knew immediately when he had set foot off of the path. Although she had never stated he was confined to the SCHISM Engine and its vast cavernous complex, at the same time, she knew how much he understood the dangers of those that lurked within the walls of T'Barack Opalith. Her progeny almost as a whole hated everything alien to their reality to which they claimed as they own, but not all. The very hallway to which Kruger walked on his path suddenly came to an abrupt end. There was nothing but a wall in his path. But not for long. The wall slipped open like an eyelid, revealing a gigantic serpentine, crimson eye that blinked at Kruger, the oval iris thinning as it drank in his appearance. A deep, growling voice snarled from the walls. "You wish to see Father" She knows you are here. She does not wish to see you."
He'd once gazed into the eyes of a dragon on the hunt, it had taken every ounce of resolve he could muster to keep from becoming ensnared by that gaze. He'd done it or he wouldn't be here now, the sensation was many times worse here. Paralysis threatened to leave him motionless and unable to speak. Now, as then he fell back to things he knew, then it had been knowing the importance of the mission. Now the only thing that came to mind was numbers and equations.
Suddenly he was calculating the dimensions that the eye must encompass. The curiosity pushed him to speech once he was satisfied he thought he understood. "She does not wish to see me, or she does not wish me to see her" Surely she sees me now, knows every molecule of air that surrounds me, and fills my lungs. Part of me doubts she could look away if she wanted to. If she chooses not to let me see her..." An odd smile crossed his lips and he lowered himself to the floor. "I am content to let her just know me this way."
The eye squinted as it narrowed. "Every time I have seen you here you seek nothing but her. I do not dislike you. You are lucky none of my siblings have yet found you. Unlike them, I am not connected to Father. But I can smell your stench from across the dimensions." The eye closed and then, as if the dark wall in front of him peeled away, a rush of glimmering black scales rushed passed glaring hole the eye once was, revealing an abyss that stretched on forever.
As the large serpentine head disappeared into the darkness, the crimson eyes kept their presence known amongst the dark. There was not just one set of large eyes. There were hundreds all seeking to peer at Kruger through the gaping hole. "Within T'Barack even your desires can be made manifest. You are strong in her affections. T'Barack, is, Father's very essence. Everything is Father. The walls. The air. You may think like me you are guided here by her whim; reality bends to her laws here. With you in mind, do you not think you are able to influence those laws" Look to the wall and see her and you will go to her. She cannot deny those she loves." Dhyvarad's voice grumbled in a multitude of voices within the abyss. "She has locked herself away. Not even Celia or Lesinda can reach her now. But I think you can." Or more precisely, we....but he did not voice that concern. Dhyvarad as perhaps the only spawn of Renna's progeny that One truly trusted.
The curling ends of his chestnut hair moved with the nod he couldn't help but give. It was true, when he was here all he sought was her. He cared little for gaining power, he was ruled by time and knew anything he gained influence over was temporary. To him there was something infinitely more substantial that she could give to him. "Her presence is my only desire in coming here." His voice seemed small in comparison to the vastness that had just moved past him. Those eyes were unnerving, he was glad he hadn't come across a creature he'd heard of with a thousand eyes that would turn him to stone if gazed into. "I sensed that I think....sometimes it's like she never leaves me. Other times, like now I can't quite feel her, and I miss her."
As he talked, he tried what Dhyvarad had suggested. He'd never considered attempting it himself. Who was he to try and manipulate any part of her, unless she needed him to repair her....or be intimate" He focused on the wall before him, Kruger pictured One, hand on her stomach, eyes burning in warning to any who thought to get too close. He thought of the angle in her cheek and the slope of her neck. It was all very real to him those mental pictures he had of her. He wanted to ask Dhyvarad what it was that had her locking herself away, but things began to happen in front of him.
"Of course." Dhyvarad's head drew close so that his eye covered the hole once more. "You are linked through flesh. I can smell it. I smelt it the moment she returned here. Do not worry, my siblings will never know from my lips, but soon they will discover Father's condition. They will attempt on the unborn child's life. They will fail. I promise you that. Despite my unlinked nature to Father's network, I can worm my way through every crack T'Barack as I please. I will eat anything that brings them harm." The eye closed. The eye was gone. It was simply a wall once again. But what Kruger stared became reality.
One moment he was within a hallway and the next he was standing before the woman, adorned in a transparent gown, her abyssal eyes glowing their crimson irises to him in disappointment. "I did not realize you were speaking with my son until it was too late." One muttered as she settled onto her large, four posted bed, drapes of knitted white roses dangling from the frame. Although all appeared normal, a hand settled over the slightest of bumps in her stomach there was one other difference. She had been crying and there was a rather large bruise on her left cheek. "He means well but in this instance I did want to see you."
"I'm not sure I'd have gotten here without him." Kruger lifted his fingers to touch the bruise on her cheek. he squinted at it anger welling at the sight of it. His anger was divided between the one who had done it and his inability to fix this kind of thing for her. The evidence of her tears hadn't been missed either. He refrained from asking who had hurt her, he also tamped down his anger enough to find the real question. "What happened" What has you isolating yourself from everyone?"
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see the softer side I can understand how you'd be so confused I don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything All rolled into one
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way ~ Meredith Brooks
It was obvious too obvious to him, he never considered if he were right or wrong. The portal worked at her whim, its strength was most certainly because the place had become an extension of Negzacurgis, and in doing that an extension of One. These were the things he was considering as he stepped through the gateway. The idea of quantum entanglements flitted briefly into his arguments with his self. These made too much sense to Kruger now too. Normally he'd make this trip to run further studies on the singularity he'd watched her free from its confinement. Tonight, he had another anomaly he wanted to see.
He began to wander through the place, not really knowing where he'd find her. When he'd been with Dahlia, she had just made a corridor directly to One. Kruger's control began and ended at the forge, here he was a rat caught in maze and searching for the treat that would be found at the end. He wasn't especially cautious in his roaming, though he did do his best to avoid being seen by any of the Mechs that acted as security. He wasn't completely oblivious to how much more suspicious that would make him seen once he was found.
Like a virus inside of a body, One knew immediately when he had set foot off of the path. Although she had never stated he was confined to the SCHISM Engine and its vast cavernous complex, at the same time, she knew how much he understood the dangers of those that lurked within the walls of T'Barack Opalith. Her progeny almost as a whole hated everything alien to their reality to which they claimed as they own, but not all. The very hallway to which Kruger walked on his path suddenly came to an abrupt end. There was nothing but a wall in his path. But not for long. The wall slipped open like an eyelid, revealing a gigantic serpentine, crimson eye that blinked at Kruger, the oval iris thinning as it drank in his appearance. A deep, growling voice snarled from the walls. "You wish to see Father" She knows you are here. She does not wish to see you."
He'd once gazed into the eyes of a dragon on the hunt, it had taken every ounce of resolve he could muster to keep from becoming ensnared by that gaze. He'd done it or he wouldn't be here now, the sensation was many times worse here. Paralysis threatened to leave him motionless and unable to speak. Now, as then he fell back to things he knew, then it had been knowing the importance of the mission. Now the only thing that came to mind was numbers and equations.
Suddenly he was calculating the dimensions that the eye must encompass. The curiosity pushed him to speech once he was satisfied he thought he understood. "She does not wish to see me, or she does not wish me to see her" Surely she sees me now, knows every molecule of air that surrounds me, and fills my lungs. Part of me doubts she could look away if she wanted to. If she chooses not to let me see her..." An odd smile crossed his lips and he lowered himself to the floor. "I am content to let her just know me this way."
The eye squinted as it narrowed. "Every time I have seen you here you seek nothing but her. I do not dislike you. You are lucky none of my siblings have yet found you. Unlike them, I am not connected to Father. But I can smell your stench from across the dimensions." The eye closed and then, as if the dark wall in front of him peeled away, a rush of glimmering black scales rushed passed glaring hole the eye once was, revealing an abyss that stretched on forever.
As the large serpentine head disappeared into the darkness, the crimson eyes kept their presence known amongst the dark. There was not just one set of large eyes. There were hundreds all seeking to peer at Kruger through the gaping hole. "Within T'Barack even your desires can be made manifest. You are strong in her affections. T'Barack, is, Father's very essence. Everything is Father. The walls. The air. You may think like me you are guided here by her whim; reality bends to her laws here. With you in mind, do you not think you are able to influence those laws" Look to the wall and see her and you will go to her. She cannot deny those she loves." Dhyvarad's voice grumbled in a multitude of voices within the abyss. "She has locked herself away. Not even Celia or Lesinda can reach her now. But I think you can." Or more precisely, we....but he did not voice that concern. Dhyvarad as perhaps the only spawn of Renna's progeny that One truly trusted.
The curling ends of his chestnut hair moved with the nod he couldn't help but give. It was true, when he was here all he sought was her. He cared little for gaining power, he was ruled by time and knew anything he gained influence over was temporary. To him there was something infinitely more substantial that she could give to him. "Her presence is my only desire in coming here." His voice seemed small in comparison to the vastness that had just moved past him. Those eyes were unnerving, he was glad he hadn't come across a creature he'd heard of with a thousand eyes that would turn him to stone if gazed into. "I sensed that I think....sometimes it's like she never leaves me. Other times, like now I can't quite feel her, and I miss her."
As he talked, he tried what Dhyvarad had suggested. He'd never considered attempting it himself. Who was he to try and manipulate any part of her, unless she needed him to repair her....or be intimate" He focused on the wall before him, Kruger pictured One, hand on her stomach, eyes burning in warning to any who thought to get too close. He thought of the angle in her cheek and the slope of her neck. It was all very real to him those mental pictures he had of her. He wanted to ask Dhyvarad what it was that had her locking herself away, but things began to happen in front of him.
"Of course." Dhyvarad's head drew close so that his eye covered the hole once more. "You are linked through flesh. I can smell it. I smelt it the moment she returned here. Do not worry, my siblings will never know from my lips, but soon they will discover Father's condition. They will attempt on the unborn child's life. They will fail. I promise you that. Despite my unlinked nature to Father's network, I can worm my way through every crack T'Barack as I please. I will eat anything that brings them harm." The eye closed. The eye was gone. It was simply a wall once again. But what Kruger stared became reality.
One moment he was within a hallway and the next he was standing before the woman, adorned in a transparent gown, her abyssal eyes glowing their crimson irises to him in disappointment. "I did not realize you were speaking with my son until it was too late." One muttered as she settled onto her large, four posted bed, drapes of knitted white roses dangling from the frame. Although all appeared normal, a hand settled over the slightest of bumps in her stomach there was one other difference. She had been crying and there was a rather large bruise on her left cheek. "He means well but in this instance I did want to see you."
"I'm not sure I'd have gotten here without him." Kruger lifted his fingers to touch the bruise on her cheek. he squinted at it anger welling at the sight of it. His anger was divided between the one who had done it and his inability to fix this kind of thing for her. The evidence of her tears hadn't been missed either. He refrained from asking who had hurt her, he also tamped down his anger enough to find the real question. "What happened" What has you isolating yourself from everyone?"