The Others
They walked back through the same doorway. This time, it let out into the Prison's main entryway, inside the door the Commander had slammed only minutes ago. Skid set Fio down once they were inside, and moved for the four shut cell doors on his own, chasing his curiosity. She followed after him, half expecting the Commander to come shouting down the hall after them, and more than a little surprised by the quiet.
?Can you open them?? she whispered, glancing to the left and to the right. No one coming.
?I can open any door in this world that isn't past the borders.? He kicked the first door they came to. ?Watch.?
The door swung open with a squeal of metal on metal to reveal a small, sterile white chamber. Inside, a little girl sat cross-legged in the center of the room, holding a doll incredibly like the one on Fio's bed at home. Her head was bowed over her toy, and she didn't look up when she spoke. ?Leave me alone! You sent them away - I hate you!?
?What are you talking about? Fio? Who..?? He backed away a step.
The child looked up, her freckled face red and tear streaked, and her expression went from resentment to surprise to disbelief, to ecstacy in the span of a second.
?Skiddles!? the child shouted as she leapt to her feet. ?Fi! I thought she made you go away!? And she sailed across the room to fling herself at Skid in a hug. She maybe reached his belly-button, and looked to be about six years old.
?M-missie?? Skid leaned down to pick her up and hold her, much like a child should be held, upon his hip. ?Fio convinced me that we should come back for all of you.? Fio had a hand over her mouth, her expression so tender as she watched them that she might melt. She'd never been awake when he'd interacted with any of the others. These encounters were a learning experience for her, to say the least.
?Skiddles,? Missie kissed his cheeks, cupping his face with her two small hands as she beamed at him happily. ?I can see your whole face!?
?Yes, you certainly can. Is it pretty enough?? He carried her back into the hallway as they spoke, grinning like a fiend.
?It's super pretty!? She grinned, touching her nose to his, her own crinkled.
?I'm so glad you like it.? He chuckled a little, before walking past Fio and smiling to her. He seemed much less distraught over the situation with Missie around, a kind of forced brightness.
?Do you know who's in which cell, Kosj?? A touch of Draconic always seeped into his language eventually.
She kissed him again, squeezed him in another hug, and then shook her head. ?She put me in time out when Fio woke up. I heard her an' Grace fighting after, but I don't know who's where.?
?You know it's okay to be here, right? I won't let anything bad happen to you??
?Uh-huh. I'm not scared with you here.? She waved enthusiastically to Fio as he set her on her feet. Fi waved back, and beckoned her over.
When she was out of the way, he crossed to the door directly across from her cell. ?Here goes,? and he kicked the door. Missie held her hands over her ears against the noise.
Inside a similarly stark white room - clean, sterile, antiseptic - a woman stood in profile, smoking a cigarette. When the door opened, her head snapped around to face them. She was wearing a little black cocktail dress and pearls, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. Her shoulder-length bob was like something out of the thirties, with ringlets framing her face, and pink, pink lipstick. Her expression went from shock, to disbelief, to adoration before settling into a bemused cynicism. Blowing a puff of smoke to the side, she ground out the butt on the floor with her foot.
?Wow,? she managed, as she started for him with an assessing glance to Fi, a fondly dismissive one to Missie and a hungry one to Skid. ?About time you got here, lover. What took so long??
?Grace,? Skid dashed a long smile. ?It's so disabling to see you again.? His voice carried an edge of want that he could never chase away, even if he'd wanted to. ?One hug, now. We have work to do. And an audience.?
?The kid needs an education,? she didn?t sound entirely serious. She stepped right into his arms, one of her own looping itself over his shoulder to hold him near, while the other roamed between them. He bent her back in a kiss that was so demanding and hard, it almost hurt.
Missie made a gagging sound with her finger in her mouth that brought things back into a semblance of order. He drew back with a grin like sex and murder, and traced a finger along Grace's jaw before moving on to the next door. Missie covered her ears, knowing what was coming. Fio gave Grace the same assessing up and down Grace had given her earlier.
The door swung open to reveal the commander. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her head bowed, as if in meditation. It was plain from her expression when she looked up that she?d heard everything that had been said. She looked like she?d expected a blow to follow.
Skid looked nonplussed.
?Bravo,? he mocked, clapping once. ?Fio, could you speak to her about this? She hates me enough to misunderstand me and then lock herself in a cell because of it.?
He stepped away, and took a lean against the fourth door, tapping on it absently in spurts of ones, twos, and threes. Nothing happened, but he kept it up. Missie went to stand beside him. She took his free hand in hers, petting the back of it soothingly.
?Men,? Grace snorted and rolled her eyes.
Fio stepped into the cell, her head canted questioningly. She figured it was better to give her a chance to speak first. After a moment of silence, the commander obliged.
?You don't get it, do you?? she said flatly. ?We're all prisoners here. We shouldn't exist. We're -- voices in her head. Something for you to study.?
From the door behind him, there was one soft 'tap' - almost accidental, like someone had brushed the door.
?That's where you're wrong. You ignored everything I told you in that room. You're all unique, you need one another, and you all have a desire to exist. You don't have the right to decide who should or shouldn't exist. You think Mister Sunshine downstairs should exist? The monstrosities running these places? Maybe not. Maybe they weren't meant to, but they do.?
He took a moment to think. ?You know. There have always been questions I've wanted to ask about certain subjects, but none of you were able to oblige me. But I think I've got a handle on this. You need to help me on the outside to stop what's coming. I hate to say it, but Fio can't do it on her own. And these doors?? He kicked the one he was leaning against with his heel. ??open both ways.?
And with that, he fell back into the cell, and the door slammed shut after him.
There was a collective gasp. Missie stayed where she was, a little grin playing on her lips. The others rushed forward and tried the knob, tried pushing, pulling and banging against it, to no avail.
Missie kissed her dolly and whispered something to it, before finding herself a chair in the hallway and getting comfortable.
This might just take awhile.