[Written off and on from May 25th to June 30th of 2003]
[Last edited July 6th of 2004]
Disclaimer: Sanami Matoh once again holds all rights to FAKE. However, any original characters contained within are my own (not that it matters much in the end).
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�Mad Season�
Chapter Five: Statement
The youth, after a moment of silence, quickly took to giving himself a tour of Dee�s apartment, off-handedly making comments which the older man neither heeded nor was aware of, as shell-shock had yet to wear off his person. Werker, apartment, in, Ryo, Resistance, beast, creature, Ryo, kil-extermination, lycanthropy, the same disease which might lay dormant or become active in his body within the next week or so. Tossing the shirt in his hand away, Dee was across the room and gripping the youth�s collar before he could scarcely blink, and his voice came out much more harshly than he meant it. �Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?�
At the scowl that crossed the teenager�s face, Dee expected him to refuse to answer his inquiries but the youth spoke low, huskily, the tone matching the words that spilled out of his mouth. As he spoke, the teenager raised a hand and extracted Dee�s hold from his person, the pressure in which he gripped the man�s hand wringing forth a strained whimper from Dee.
�My name is Bikky Goldman, and as you have, no doubt, managed to put the pieces all together by now, which I hope you have, since judging by your appearance, you don't seem the type who easily comprehends information, I am what your new acquainted friend Randy calls a werker, and whatever the bastard told you about our kind is most definitely not true. You�ve heard facts, personal accounts, events from but one point of view, and in the game of life, there are usually two sides to every story, or rather conflict in this case.
�Now, the reason I am here is very simple, Dee Thomas (1) Laytner of Felting�s Publishing House, is because you are what we werkers have taken to calling a �independent.� You are neither human nor werker, as you stand on the threshold of metamorphosis, and could become firmly rooted in one of the above; the coin, which has been tossed, could land either way, in other words. But for the time being, you are a method of communication in a particularly nasty spat, one which we have been trying to disentangle for some time now, and have found no common ground as of yet.
�The main difficulty in our conflict is the Resistance�s leader, Randy McLane, who we have found to be quite an obstinate and resolute opponent, who seems to attract all kinds of interesting people to his side, some of which we have not been able to discern their identities. The funding they have managed to get is clearly from a government organization, as the weapons�what the hell are you laughing for?�
Heaving another deep breath, Dee, red-faced and eyes nearly shining, broke into full-throated laughter once again, one arm slung across his abdomen, and almost gasping as he managed to get some grasp over his amusement over the situation he currently found himself in. Bikky�s face was exasperated, his posture all but radiating displeasure and no doubt, immense disappointment at the older man�s reaction to his words, and it was only after a strained moment of silence that a rumbling growl slipped into the air.
The man in question swiftly straightened, using the back of his hand to wipe the wetness from his eyes, and assuming a stance he trusted was neutral, since he had adopted it from Randy after observing the man for the past few days during his imprisonment. �I�m apologize; I mean no offense but after everything that�s occurred during these past few days, to encounter a werker like you who can�t speak plainly, and seems not like an animal at all, it�s just too much for me to come to terms with right now.
�Before you came into my apartment without my permission, I might add, I was in the process of packing my things (at least what I can), since I doubt the Resistance is going to take the loss of me lightly, and I can guarantee you if any of the organization�s members find me with you, I will not live out the night. I�m very appreciative of my life, and I definitely do not want to tempt death at the moment.�
Upon seeing no response from Bikky, Dee returned to his task of gathering his clothing, starting when an ebony hand clasped his shoulder; the raven-haired man spun around, eyes going wide at the sight of the nearly burning amber eyes, and slightly clawed hands that the young teenager now sported rather smugly if he was reading Bikky�s face correctly. �Maybe I did not make myself clear enough, Mr. Laytner, for what I was trying to express was that whether or not you consent to this role is of no importance to me, or any of my kind. You will do this, or��
The clawed hands at Bikky�s side shifted, as if something was moving underneath the skin, rearranging muscles and such, before the claws became more pronounced, looking more like small stainless steel knives than the actual fingernails they had originated from. �Me and my kin will dispose of you properly, and continue looking for a new independent. Have I made myself clear, Dee, or do I have to make my words even plainer?�
For a moment, Dee was reminded of Ryo�s own threat concerning what would occur if he attempted to escape, and concluded that perhaps the werkers and the members of the Resistance were not that very different in some aspects. Both of them would do anything to accomplish their tasks, including walk over a few corpses if need be.
The hard lump in his throat continued to build until Dee had to swallow, his face paling of it�s usual color, and after a moment of silence, the older man�s shoulders hunched, the body language ringing that of defeat. �Yes, you have made everything quite understandable. I agree to your terms, as long as we move to a new location before the Resistance members take to visiting us without calling first, if you catch my meaning.�
�Yes, indeed I do. Indeed I do.�
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�Yes, I�m aware we�ve yet to put together a team to finish off the last of the nest in the sewers, but the circumstances surrounding the last attack�I�m on my way up to Randy�s apartment now, J.J., and- Shit, J.J.?� Angrily, Drake Parker slammed the cellular phone shut before shoving the device into his jean pocket, muttering about shitty reception, and antennas. The man wondered why J.J. had opted to remain at the hospital, instead of returning to Randy�s apartment to discuss Resistance business; Drake hadn�t been in the organization barely a month, and yet he was one being sent to collect information about future plans?
Scrambling about for someone�s lazy ass. That�s all I am, is an errand-boy, Drake thought to himself as he neared the small hallway leading to Randy�s apartment, only to pause upon seeing a clearly masculine figure lounged against the door, the open collar of the trench coat he wore preventing Drake from getting a clear look at the man�s face.
As it was, only a head of sandy blonde hair and oddly dark eyes that seemed almost black were visible and upon closer inspection, the Resistance member realized the man was clearly older (perhaps a little over thirty or more) than he appeared at first glance. Drake assumed he was a businessman, as he was sharply dressed in a dark blue suit sans the tie.
�Before you go for whatever weapon you�ve got hidden on your person, I�m an acquaintance of Randy�s and he will definitely not be happy if he discovers you have harmed me by mistake,� The stranger informed confidently, rising to his feet and showing his frame to be equal to Randy�s own.
It seemed he was almost smug in the matter of which he examined the younger man, meeting Drake�s gaze only after doing so thoroughly, and smiling lightly. �You must be new to the Resistance, because I�ve been meeting with Randy for over two years now, and have yet to see you among his organization.�
As the stranger held out a hand, Drake clasped it swiftly, squeezing only a moment before letting go and resisting the urge to wipe his hand clean on his jeans. If the Resistance member had to pinpoint his disconcertion, it would have to have been the nearly black eyes the man sported. �I�m Leo Granton, and you are�?�
�Drake Parker. If you are as close to Randy as you say you are, why are you waiting outside his door like some abandoned animal?� Seeing his comment strike a nerve as Leo�s brow narrowed irritably, Drake placed a few hard raps on Randy�s apartment door, noting the tobacco smell radiating in the near vicinity off-handedly. After awaiting a response from within for more than five minutes, Drake frowned, calling out Randy�s name instead.
When that too did nothing, Leo took action, producing a small piece of metal that he inserted into the lock, and after a moment of work, undid the lock mechanism, opening the door and letting Drake cross the threshold before he did. �That�s a neat trick. Do you put the method into practice much?�
To his surprise, Leo laughed, the lines on his face meeting for a fleeting second, and then the pleasant expression melted away to reveal annoyance, and a thread of repressed anger. �When you have a wife that changes the locks of your house every few days just to spite you because she happens to hold knowledge you�re having an affair, you become quickly adapted to picking locks and other such things.�
�You don�t wear a wedding ring,� Drake commented as he searched the apparently desolate apartment, glancing at the closed bedroom door questionably upon seeing the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink (such a thing almost never occurred as Randy was a bit anal when it came to cleanliness). The frown on his face deepening, the Resistance member took hold of the bedroom door handle, half listening to Leo�s reply as he proceeded to open the door. �Neither does she. Alicia used to wear it for show, but apparently, she�s no longer apprehensive about what our friends or family think of us. I can�t say I�m distraught by tha-�
�Randy!� Drake exclaimed shortly, moving to the Resistance�s leader side within a moment, and clutching at the scarred man�s shoulder tightly, tugging insistently, in hopes of jolting Randy back to consciousness. While the Resistance member continued this activity, Leo came up beside Drake, a frown playing on his lips, and his brow ceased worriedly, as if he may have been expecting something like this, but had been unable to prevent it in time.
�He�s coming around, albeit a bit slowly, but at least he�s awakening,� Leo observed after taking notice of the slow, almost drugged movements of Randy, who opened his eyes and after blinking a few times, stared at both Drake and Leo confusedly. Randy sat up, shoving aside the pillow that his head had been resting on but a moment before, and glanced about, doing a double take once noticing the darkness that seeped through the lone window of the bedroom.
�What...� Randy muttered softly, then his gaze hardened significantly, and Drake thought he noticed a line of tension develop along the Resistance leader�s shoulders, which proved correct as the man�s fists closed tightly, and Randy cursed underneath his breath harshly.
�Goddamn it! That bastard Dee�he obviously managed to get a hold of some kind of drugs since I can only recall the events shortly after lunch. No doubt, this means we no longer have any way to control him or his future actions.�
Drake waved his hand, his expression one of confusion, and some thread of disconcertion, before inquiring about exactly what had occurred, and after hearing Randy�s answer, immediately headed to the phone in the kitchen to call upon the assistance of his fellow Resistance members. He had a spare thought that if everything was screwed now, how would it be once happenings became even more complex?
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Leo took a seat beside Randy�s sullen figure, hooking an arm around the man�s shoulders, and after seeing no resistance in the scarred man�s body language or manner, pulled him in a sideways hug, resting his chin on Randy�s slightly mussed hair. �I only came here to see if you were in the mood to play about a bit, but I suppose you have had enough excitement for the day, huh?�
The only reaction the older man received for his troubles was a moderate tap to the ribs by a pale elbow, which Leo clasped and used to pull Randy into his arms fully, settling himself against the man�s back comfortably. To his surprise, the Resistance leader melted against him, all but cuddling, which was very unlike the usual Randy he met with when it suited each of their needs. Leo sighed, the brief burst of air sounding disappointed, and Randy looked up quizzically, his one good eye narrowed, a clear sign that he was expecting an answer presently.
Lightly running a hand down the scarred area of Randy�s face despite the younger man�s reluctance for him to do so, as he had expressed in the past, Leo spoke softly, the tone one of blunt honesty, and irritation. �I�m well aware this is merely a physical relationship, devoid of all emotional attachments, but if you had told me you were housing a werker victim as it sounds from Drake�s distress, I would have steered clear until matters had resolved themselves.�
�What good would it have done, Leo? Whether or not I want you to hold knowledge of my affairs, you usually end up stumbling upon them anyway, so what is the use of keeping you in the dark about Resistance matters?� Randy answered shortly, pulling away from the man�s embrace and twisting about until he was staring the older man straight in the face. �Apparently, business mixes with pleasure in this relationship, or whatever it�s become in these last two years.�
The sound of a hard rap against the bedroom�s doorframe captured both of men�s attention (though neither of them moved), and Drake, his face a bit flushed and looking somewhat uncomfortable, spoke hurriedly as if in a rush to get the words out. �Sorry for interrupting but I�ve spoken with some of the other members and they are going to form a search party to locate Dee before he can get very far, which I doubt he has since it�s only been about four hours since he managed to escape. I assume all this is fine with you, Randy?�
Standing up, the scarred man only nodded silently, affirming that he believed Drake�s actions to be correct, and after briefly making use of the bathroom, called Drake over for a moment. �When you manage to locate Dee, be sure to bring him back to my apartment as I have a few choice words to impart to him,� Randy said firmly. The expression on his face looms on sadistic, Leo noted silently to himself as he stood up from the bed, and straightened his clothes. Why did the man have the feeling that this Dee was in for more than a lecture, and violence instead?
Drake grounded Randy with a questioning stare but after a moment nodded; after explaining that he had come with the original purpose of organizing a plan to eradicate the rest of the werker�s nest in the sewers, informed the pair of men that he was going to return to the hospital, and then join the search party.
�If we happen to catch sight of him, I�ll be sure to contact you right away, so do me a favor and remain here for the evening, all right?� The Resistance member looked down for a second, as if making sure all his thoughts were order, and he had not forgotten to mention anything with a title of importance. �Oh, yes, that�s right. Before I left the hospital, Diana asked me to tell you that she was going to call later, perhaps a bit after eleven tonight to finish the conversation you and Berkeley had earlier.�
Before Leo could scarcely blink, Randy had directed Drake to the apartment door and shoved the man outside, the hand on his shoulder squeezing harshly before letting up as the Resistance leader closed the door halfway.
Drake looked at Randy curiously, his eyes widening upon observing the repressed anger in the older man�s expression. �Forgive me if my actions were a little abrupt and rough, but you do have places to be, people to search for and all that; your time should not be wasted by letting me know of Diana�s intentions. Thank you for making an appearance though, I do appreciate the update, and I will think about how to go about destroying the rest of that nest.�
As Leo watched, lounged against the bedroom doorframe as he was, Randy shut the door, and after a moment, leaned against the piece of wood and gradually slid down, his arms coming to rest against the length of his gathered legs. �As tough as you would like to be, I suppose you are still human, Randy, and as such, emotions such as anger and exhaustion are common. In other words, you cannot keep up a front forever, though I�m sure you and many others would like that to be true.
�What was Drake talking about, the discussion between you and Berkeley? That seemed to be the remark that set you off but a moment ago, and try as you might, you will not be able to convince me that this is your usual way of dealing with others; otherwise no one would have joined the Resistance in the first place. Furthermo-�
�Be quiet, Leo. I�m not in the mood to discuss these sorts of things with you of all people, as you aren�t a member of the Resistance, and only serve to as a means of distraction when Resistance business become too much for me to shoulder. You�re just a body to screw and be screwed by, as much as I am, so do not poke around in my personal business when you feel the need; it�s an unhealthy habit that could land in you in a difficult position very soon, Leo.�
The line of his mouth pressed thin and white, Leo crossed the small space separating him from Randy, and after raising a hand, struck the Resistance leader across the face, the beginnings of a red handprint spreading across the man�s right cheek a moment after the action. The older man�s face was screwed, reflecting mostly anger and a hint of hurt beneath the expression, though Leo did nothing to let the fact he was wounded show, as Randy turned to meet his gaze, one hand gently rubbing the struck area on his face, as if in shock or at least a thread of disbelief.
�I have tried, Randy, tried very hard to not let this our arrangement of ours to affect my life but it has, and I cannot stop myself from feeling for you. Even if the base of those feelings consists of pity, curiosity, lust, concern, and yes, even a bit of love, but if you continue down the path you�re traveling, of self-hatred, and letting your mouth run ahead of your thoughts, you are the one who is going to be in a difficult position, not me.�
��You�re exactly right. I do hold a bit of hatred for myself, for what I have become in these last eight years, for what events lead up to the creation of the Resistance, and for finally giving up on�him.�
The anger on Leo�s face dissipated immediately, before he kneeled down before Randy, gently reaching out and grasping the younger man�s chin, concern flooding Leo�s thoughts as his eyes met the suddenly hooded gaze of Randy�s. In that one dark gray eye, there was such an amount of mental anguish, that Leo drew the Resistance leader against him, paying no heed to the slight growl that escaped Randy�s mouth, or the frown that only increased the longer Leo held the man.
Just when Leo began to feel a hand wander to the side of his neck, no doubt, to apply pressure to one of many areas of the neck that would bring about pain to him, he spoke softly, almost speaking right into Randy�s ear. �I�m aware that I�m one of the few who knows about your past, and I�m honored to hold knowledge of it but I don�t think you should give up all hope after so many years of searching, knowing that you�re drawing ever nearer to your goal, as there are only so many places someone can hide before inevitably running short of them.�
The man pressed against him was silent for so long, Leo feared perhaps Randy refused to answer altogether, or had fallen asleep but the throat against his vibrated, and the older man found himself staggered as Randy began to answer. �That may be true, but I tire so of continuing onward with my search that I would rather give up than keep holding belief in false hope. And now I�m losing two valuable members of the Resistance, who have been such help without even being aware of that fact; it�s infuriating and depressing at the same time.
�I don�t know what to think anymore, what conclusions to draw, what things to realize, I�m just�so lost, even more so now that Dee�s disappearance has added to the mix. Can you even fathom what it is like to know that someone who has been marked by a werker, might become one of the damned beasts in less than two weeks, is wandering about the streets of New York City?�
Leaning back enough to catch a glimpse of Randy�s face, Leo blanched upon seeing the beginnings of tears gather in the man�s eyes, and his body acted on it�s own will, his mouth automatically seeking the lone tear that began to fall, and doing away with it. Kissing down the length of Randy�s face, ever mindful of the area he had slapped, Leo whispered, so softly his lips barely even moved, �I can make you forget, if only for a time, but it�s more than you can do by yourself.�
As Leo pressed closer to the body near him, the phone rung from its perch in the kitchen; however, its noise went unnoticed, as both of men preferred to focus their attentions elsewhere.
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�Nobody�s answering at the apartment, so I suppose the search party is to go after Dee without Randy�s assistance. What is keeping him occupied anyway? Doesn�t he know that Resistance business cannot be shoved aside so lightly?� J.J. said irritatingly, his left hand rubbing the back of his neck out of habit until a hand prevented further movement of his arm altogether.
Hard glare in place, J.J.�s expression softened upon seeing Drake�s face, who smiled at him lightly and took a seat in one of the empty chairs positioned outside of Berkeley�s hospital room. �If you�re speaking of our dear, beloved leader, I hold a firm belief that he values Resistance business above his own life, though to answer your question, I believe his sudden detachment involves someone I happened upon before his apartment door. A man by the name of Granton?�
Catching sight of comprehension within J.J.�s expression, Drake continued on, holding out a faint hope that perhaps the man beside him would provide a bit of back-story on Leo Granton, and why he was so close to Randy. �He didn�t strike me as anybody of interest until he and Randy displayed evidence of much more than a platonic relationship.�
�They�re lovers, of course,� J.J. explained shortly; then he shook his head as if disagreeing with his previous words. �No, fuck-buddies would be the most appropriate term for them, as they don�t care at all for each other, and would rather concentrate on the physical than emotional (as far as I know). Leo came about a few years ago, and hasn�t disappeared from Randy�s life yet, so I assume he will continue appearing for some time.
�At first, Randy would have nothing to do with him, but after Leo stumbled upon Resistance business, he decided different and they became what you see of them today, close but only physically so. Randy made him swear, under knifepoint even, that he would never breathe word of the Resistance�s very existence to anyone, and so far he has kept his word. � J.J. said, taking a sip of his bottled water after speaking, and glancing sideways at Drake to see if the information he�d provided impacted the man at all.
Drake only shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against his chair, closing his eyes a moment later as he spoke. �What will happen to Dee once he is found and captured, J.J.? Randy did not have a pleasant expression on his face when he asked me to bring Dee back to his apartment once the man is in our grasp again.�
�I�m not sure myself, Drake. Usually, any werker victims that manage to escape the Resistance end up getting killed, accidentally or otherwise, as no one is the organization reacts kindly to such attempts. We�re only trying to assist those affected by the werkers, but some of them are so blind to that fact that they end up losing their life as a result. Take Dee for instance, we held him safely for nearly a week, and even after hearing our side of the story (as it is), he still desired freedom.�
�Freedom is the only invention of man that people value above all else, as they will fight for it until all their efforts are exhausted, and even upon surrender, they would rather die than be controlled again. It�s a part of the reality we deal with every day, and is quite unavoidable,� Drake said matter-of-factly, oblivious to the stunned expression that had taken root in J.J. face, and after a moment, said man laughed, prompting Drake to open his eyes and glance at J.J.
�Well, what do you know? You do use your brains instead of brawn sometimes, Drake,� J.J. teased lightly, the length of his mouth shifting into a grin as Drake punched J.J.�s shoulder, his own face more amused than hurt by his companion�s earlier statement
�Yeah, not only do I have an impressive IQ, but I can kick your ass physically as well, J.J. Keep that knowledge handy before you try to best me in training or otherwise,� Drake boasted confidentially, his worries about Resistance business fading quickly to good old fashioned bantering with his friend. If a veteran like J.J. was not letting the current circumstances bother him all that much, then things could not be too bad, right?
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�Yes, I located him without much effort, and am currently en route to the nearest safe house. As far as I can tell, he�s been residing within the Resistance leader�s apartment, for nearly a week, and just secured an escape route but a few hours ago. I caught him whilst he was in the middle of packing his belongings, and- yes, he agreed to our terms; otherwise I would not be bothering to relocate him to a safe house, would I, Rai? � Fine, I�ll talk to you at another time when you are not so occupied,� Bikky quipped almost angrily before hitting a button on his cellular phone, and resituating it where it once was.
Notching a brow curiously at the youth�s harsh tone, Dee switched his bag to his left hand, and leaned forward to tap Bikky on the shoulder, nearly flinching when the amber eyes glowered irritably in his direction as a response. �Uh, sorry if I�m merely making your foul mood worse, but how did you know I�d been staying at Ryo�s place when I had never made mention of him?�
Bikky stared at him questionably for a moment, but after shrugging his shoulders, set about answering Dee�s question, a hint of condescendence in his voice as he did so. �I would have thought they would have educated you better, but I suppose it�s only to be expected as you only spent less in a week in the Resistance�s grasp. For further reference, though my sense of smell is lessened in this form, I can smell that damn man upon you, quite strongly since those are his clothes in the first place.
�As well as my sense of smell, I can see further and clearer than you ever will, and hold a bit of supernatural strength as you have no doubt, felt earlier in your apartment. While silver bullets are entirely lethal when put to good use, all that other nonsense about being unable to cross running water, unusually long middle fingers, wolf�s bane, the symbol of the pentagram, and adorning your body and residences with garlic are untrue, and have been for quite some time.�
Like the accounts and stories of the Resistance, Dee silently absorbed and memorized this information, refraining from passing judgment until he could sort through it all leisurely, and draw the inevitable conclusions he needed to if he was going to come to grips with everything that had happened recently. �Is there anything else I should be aware of, seeing as I might become one of you in the not-so-distant-future, as everyone keeping informing me?�
�We don�t age very fast like human beings do, if I had to pinpoint the exact number, I�d say we age one year every ten years, thus the reason I still look so young despite the fact I became a werker eight years ago. It�s one of the few pluses of so many negatives, such as having to consume human flesh each time we shift to our true forms, and eating large amounts of food if we do not indulge in the habit above.�
�And that�s all you think I should know?� Dee asked, the expression on his face bordering on disturbed, with perhaps a thread of regret he had even voiced the inquiry in the first place. Bikky glanced back as they continued threading on the nearly crowded sidewalk, and nodded mutely after a moment of reflection, before gripping Dee�s sleeve and leading them into a dark alleyway.
�I guarantee you will not be able to escape from this place, as it�s very heavily guarded, and even if you did, you will not make it out alive and breathing. Our methods can be very vicious when provoked wrongly,� Bikky said casually, as if he wasn�t threatening Dee, and was merely discussing the details of his day.
Within a smooth motion of his right hand, the alley wall the two had come to rest in front of, suddenly rippled, the image of the compiled bricks revealing a white wooden door, which Bikky opened without comment and dragged his shell-shocked companion through.
�Wha- what the hell was that?� Dee sputtered out once taking a look around the dark staircase Bikky had led them on. �Is it not obvious? An illusion meant to deceive those who we werkers would rather never find hide or hair of us. Quite simple, actually, making the mind sees what it wishes to,� The teenager explained shortly, the voiced information both confusing and intriguing Dee as they reached the end of the staircase.
Once through an ordinary-looking doorway, the raven-haired man felt his eyes widen significantly as they took in the view of an underground city, laden with people and the accessories required to take care of them. From his current location, all Dee could make out was the large empty space ahead of him, and the various doorways that, no doubt, led to private rooms, and other such places of importance. Artificial lights hung from various places in the concrete ceiling above them, and the floor beneath him was made of compacted dirt.
�You know, your kind and the Resistance have much in common, besides the creepy atmosphere of your headquarters. You don�t happen to have a leader that resembles a block of ice all too closely hidden somewhere around here?� Dee said, readjusting the large duffel bag on his shoulder before the main strap dug in too sharply. He had managed to pack all he could, since though Bikky didn�t voice the point out loud, Dee caught on that he would not be returning to his apartment anytime in the near future.
�No, our leader is the very opposite of the Resistance�s Ryo, much less high-strung, and generally thinks things over before attempting any kind of action, justified as it may be. I�d continue on but I�m sure Ilona will deliver a spiel of her own, and believe me, it�ll be much longer than anything I have mentioned,� Bikky responded, his tone nearing that of boredom. The teenager whose appearance belied his age paused at a particular doorway, and after opening it, ushered Dee in hurriedly. �Ilona will desire a word with you soon, so do not make yourself too comfortable. I�ll be back to collect you shortly.�
Left to his lonesome once again, Dee looked over his new prison with interest, as he was going to spend a small chunk of his life here, in this small box with four walls, and one lone doorway, which upon further investigation led to a bathroom. Nodding approvingly to himself, the raven-haired man noted the single bed, the nightstand, and the small trunk (coincidentally laying at the end of bed), which made up the contents of the small room with plain white walls that Dee decided he loathed at first glance.
Allowing a long suffering sigh to escape his lips, Dee dumped his rather heavy duffel bag on the trunk, before collapsing on the bed and its covers, his expression not one of utter contentment as he positioned his hands beneath his head, and bordering more on the aggravated side. Just when he had managed to escape one prison, he had been very rudely and suddenly shoved into yet another one, except this one looked much worst his previous placement, packed to the grills with werkers instead of human beings, as it was.
�At least at Ryo�s place, I managed to get some decent food. Though that guy didn�t resemble the picture of domestication, he knew his way around the kitchen much better than I; and�he wasn�t half-bad looking either, for a cold bastard,� Dee muttered softly to himself, his thoughts halfway betraying his words as he began to wonder whether or not the Resistance leader had slept off the drugs Dee had fed him yet. �Either way, he is not going to be in the best of moods when he finally wakes up, and puts two and two together.�
Maybe I�m better off here, where he can�t touch me, Dee told himself, before the door to his room, or rather, prison opened and Bikky stepped through the doorway, his expression leering on the amused and expectant side as he motioned for the older man to stand up.
As he followed on Bikky�s heels, Dee shook his head firmly. No, this is the worst of the two, most definitely. One false step or statement, and my life is automatically forfeit, as I don�t think the werkers are half as compassionate and caring as the Resistance might be. There were beasts, wandering about in the guise of humans, and instinct overrides all common sense, does it not?
To Be Continued�
Onto Chapter Six?
[1] As far as I know, Sanami Matoh provided no middle names for the FAKE characters so any that do appear in this story are completed made up, and not based on fact.