Night was in full bloom, a perfectly full moon breeching the endless line of windows in the living room. At first glance, the satellite resembled a pearl free from its oyster, glistening with such a pristine glow that it almost seemed alive. The lights were left off, allowing nature to naturally illuminate the setting.
It?d been nearly twelve hours since the assault in the inn. Or what she had construed as one. Thankfully, she somehow managed to wrest control from her belittling half, putting it to sleep where it most certainly deserved to stay. She could only hope it would remain that way.
Other than the occasional outburst, though, everything had been quiet. Tracy and Emma hadn?t checked in with her since Toby and Minoko broke her out from the Maiden?s Temple, and since Sigurd and Evan weren?t hot on her trail, busting down the door to her apartment, or taking her back to the Congregation?s Research and Development Department, either, she could only assume that whatever plan her lunar rabbit guardian had concocted was working.
If Tracy was nothing else, she was one smart rabbit. She knew how to handle even the most stressful of situations, and never barked a complaint about it while doing it. Dependable. That?s what she was. Something the small Asian girl didn?t feel she was, herself. A thing that nagged at her and made her feel less useful than balls on a bull.
Leather crunched as she slid to the edge of her reclining chair, lifting the end of her nightgown to stop it from riding up on her. The television had been on for some time, but she couldn?t remember a single program that had played since she arrived home. The whole day was composed of daydreaming, more daydreaming, and the occasional bout with inner madness. Uneventful, but distracting. That?s all her life was, now. One gigantic, maddening distraction.
The soles of dainty, bare feet clapped against solid wood, filling the room with audible noise besides the click-clack of a clock. Fresh light bled from the fridge as she tossed it open, scanning its empty contents. It?d been empty for several days now, matching the emptiness of her stomach. Protesting the revelation, it grumbled with a lion?s gaping yawn.
?Shh,? she commanded her stomach. ?You d-deserve to be em-empty after what y-you pulled today?? It wasn?t really her stomach that happened to cause the ruckus. Hunger was hunger, however, and she?d desired to sate it by consuming new souls. It?d gotten them all in a lot of trouble, even if she wasn?t directly at fault for that?
?Gh? I re-really need to tell that dog to bring me something new to e-eat from the church. I?m so hungry?? she bemoaned, tossing the door closed.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
The girl spun around quickly, her arms lifting defensively. ?A b-bomb?!?
Beep beep. Beep beep.
It was coming from the bookshelf on the far wall, a beady red light flickering on and off in correlation to the dulcet noise that filled the apartment. One foot tiptoed around the other, cautiously moving toward it.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Only when she got in range did she realize what was making the sound? ?My Antigon?? I thought--? she cut herself off flat, staring at the mechanical device that resembled an eyeball with batwings.
Antigons were devices that Exorcists use to communicate with those in charge back at the Congregation. Mayu related them to landlines, only with wings and a creepy eye. She remembered something about how they were also used to monitor life signs and an Exorcist?s synchronization with her Remnants, but the details were a little out of her brain?s comprehending reach.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Anxiety filled her body, paralyzing her. She?d gotten rid of her Antigon before she moved to her new place to ensure that nobody could get in contact with her. It was too risky, and far too stupid, to keep something tied to those looking for her.
How did it get here, then? Who could have?
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Aware that she was in its proximity, the Antigon?s large, sole eye shot open, its pupil the source of the ruby red light. It looked up to Mayu as if confused what she was doing, then, of its own accord, answered the incoming call.
?MAAAAAAAAAAYU!?? a voice immediately broke through, filling the apartment, and herself, with unwanted dread.
It was Conrad.
She stood silently, abashed. Feeling slowly drained from her limbs, and put her tongue into a state of lull that stopped her from having the chance to respond.
?Angel, I know you?re there! You should answer your big brother. He MISSES YOOOOOU!!? the voice continued through the device, its eye lowering in a quick assessment of her womanly figure. Her chest was larger than before, nearly two cup sizes bigger, accentuated by her tiny stature, and her eyes had undergone a radical change.
She wasn?t the same girl Conrad hung up with weeks ago.
?AHH! Good Jesus!! WhoWhatHolyGod-- No, wait??
A feeling of resolve came over her. He was able to see her. He could track her and put an end to this game of cat and mouse. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe she needed to be locked up, with the key thrown away, poked and prodded like some kind of guinea pig and taken apart like a rebellious robot to better the lives of everyone else.
That?s all they wanted her for. A new test subject for countless experiments. They already knew she was a prisoner in her own body, anyway. What else could they possibly want?
?Angel? That is you, isn?t it??
There was no point in hiding it. ??hi, Chief.?
It?d been nearly twelve hours since the assault in the inn. Or what she had construed as one. Thankfully, she somehow managed to wrest control from her belittling half, putting it to sleep where it most certainly deserved to stay. She could only hope it would remain that way.
Other than the occasional outburst, though, everything had been quiet. Tracy and Emma hadn?t checked in with her since Toby and Minoko broke her out from the Maiden?s Temple, and since Sigurd and Evan weren?t hot on her trail, busting down the door to her apartment, or taking her back to the Congregation?s Research and Development Department, either, she could only assume that whatever plan her lunar rabbit guardian had concocted was working.
If Tracy was nothing else, she was one smart rabbit. She knew how to handle even the most stressful of situations, and never barked a complaint about it while doing it. Dependable. That?s what she was. Something the small Asian girl didn?t feel she was, herself. A thing that nagged at her and made her feel less useful than balls on a bull.
Leather crunched as she slid to the edge of her reclining chair, lifting the end of her nightgown to stop it from riding up on her. The television had been on for some time, but she couldn?t remember a single program that had played since she arrived home. The whole day was composed of daydreaming, more daydreaming, and the occasional bout with inner madness. Uneventful, but distracting. That?s all her life was, now. One gigantic, maddening distraction.
The soles of dainty, bare feet clapped against solid wood, filling the room with audible noise besides the click-clack of a clock. Fresh light bled from the fridge as she tossed it open, scanning its empty contents. It?d been empty for several days now, matching the emptiness of her stomach. Protesting the revelation, it grumbled with a lion?s gaping yawn.
?Shh,? she commanded her stomach. ?You d-deserve to be em-empty after what y-you pulled today?? It wasn?t really her stomach that happened to cause the ruckus. Hunger was hunger, however, and she?d desired to sate it by consuming new souls. It?d gotten them all in a lot of trouble, even if she wasn?t directly at fault for that?
?Gh? I re-really need to tell that dog to bring me something new to e-eat from the church. I?m so hungry?? she bemoaned, tossing the door closed.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
The girl spun around quickly, her arms lifting defensively. ?A b-bomb?!?
Beep beep. Beep beep.
It was coming from the bookshelf on the far wall, a beady red light flickering on and off in correlation to the dulcet noise that filled the apartment. One foot tiptoed around the other, cautiously moving toward it.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Only when she got in range did she realize what was making the sound? ?My Antigon?? I thought--? she cut herself off flat, staring at the mechanical device that resembled an eyeball with batwings.
Antigons were devices that Exorcists use to communicate with those in charge back at the Congregation. Mayu related them to landlines, only with wings and a creepy eye. She remembered something about how they were also used to monitor life signs and an Exorcist?s synchronization with her Remnants, but the details were a little out of her brain?s comprehending reach.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Anxiety filled her body, paralyzing her. She?d gotten rid of her Antigon before she moved to her new place to ensure that nobody could get in contact with her. It was too risky, and far too stupid, to keep something tied to those looking for her.
How did it get here, then? Who could have?
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Aware that she was in its proximity, the Antigon?s large, sole eye shot open, its pupil the source of the ruby red light. It looked up to Mayu as if confused what she was doing, then, of its own accord, answered the incoming call.
?MAAAAAAAAAAYU!?? a voice immediately broke through, filling the apartment, and herself, with unwanted dread.
It was Conrad.
She stood silently, abashed. Feeling slowly drained from her limbs, and put her tongue into a state of lull that stopped her from having the chance to respond.
?Angel, I know you?re there! You should answer your big brother. He MISSES YOOOOOU!!? the voice continued through the device, its eye lowering in a quick assessment of her womanly figure. Her chest was larger than before, nearly two cup sizes bigger, accentuated by her tiny stature, and her eyes had undergone a radical change.
She wasn?t the same girl Conrad hung up with weeks ago.
?AHH! Good Jesus!! WhoWhatHolyGod-- No, wait??
A feeling of resolve came over her. He was able to see her. He could track her and put an end to this game of cat and mouse. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe she needed to be locked up, with the key thrown away, poked and prodded like some kind of guinea pig and taken apart like a rebellious robot to better the lives of everyone else.
That?s all they wanted her for. A new test subject for countless experiments. They already knew she was a prisoner in her own body, anyway. What else could they possibly want?
?Angel? That is you, isn?t it??
There was no point in hiding it. ??hi, Chief.?