Mocha 6 & CCM 12
Author: Casey
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy (NIEE) universe, Post NIEE
Challenges: Mocha 6 (make my day) & CCM 12 (warped)
Toppings & Extras: Hot Fudge, Cherry (present tense), Caramel
Word Count: 444
Rating: PG (mild violence)
Summary: Chris gets want he wants and Morgan learns an unfortunate lesson.
Notes: Chris, my psychopath, from here and here is back to play. This follows right after the second piece.
From the last piece: Chris smiles, holding her knife up. “Did you know that cutting off fingers is harder than cutting the wings off butterflies?”
What color she has regained since waking, she instantly loses again. Oh, this is going to be fun.
“What do you want?” There is real fear in her voice now, making it tremor satisfyingly.
“I want to know who you are and why you’re here,” Chris says, pressing the tip of her knife into his finger until it bleeds. She can’t tear her eyes away and he lets her stare for a minute, letting her uncertainty build. “Are you ready to tell me?”
She swallows hard and manages to bring her gaze back to his. “No,” she says, the word coming out falsely confident and steady as she lifts her chin.
He smiles. “Let’s make a deal,” he says softly, tucking her knife in his belt, as she is forced to lean towards him to hear. “You answer my questions honestly and, when I’m satisfied, you back out of here alive.”
She sits back and regards him for a minute, closing her eyes at one point against what Chris suspects is a pounding headache.
When she doesn’t reply, he decides to start anyway. “What’s your name?”
She barely misses a beat, but Chris knows it’s enough and what’s to come out of her mouth will be a lie. “Colleen.”
He shoots out a hand, latching onto the front of her shirt. At the same time, he lashes out with his other fist and catches her hard in the side of the head, since she is unable to duck away due to his anchor hand. He has to give her credit - she doesn’t cry out, but she does go green around the edges, even as she scrabbles at his grip to get free. He shakes her, surely exasperating her head more. “Stop that. All I want is the truth.”
“Let go of me,” she pants and, all of a sudden, he becomes aware that she is trembling under his grip.
Glee spreads through him but he squashes it. There will be time for fun with her after she answers his basic questions. “What’s your name?” he asks again, holding her gaze and, in the seconds it takes her to answer, he is excited to see what she will choose. How quickly will she learn his lessons? In some ways, he hopes it takes time. The thrill of teaching is always so much fun. He loves watching the fire die to embers and he is curious to see how long it will last in this slender child.
There is a sense of defeat in her voice as she answers. “Morgan.”
“Morgan what?”
“Campbell.”
He grins, because although she’s answered, and he is almost positive with the truth this time, he can still see the fire burning strong. No, this one will not go quietly.
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy (NIEE) universe, Post NIEE
Challenges: Mocha 6 (make my day) & CCM 12 (warped)
Toppings & Extras: Hot Fudge, Cherry (present tense), Caramel
Word Count: 444
Rating: PG (mild violence)
Summary: Chris gets want he wants and Morgan learns an unfortunate lesson.
Notes: Chris, my psychopath, from here and here is back to play. This follows right after the second piece.
From the last piece: Chris smiles, holding her knife up. “Did you know that cutting off fingers is harder than cutting the wings off butterflies?”
What color she has regained since waking, she instantly loses again. Oh, this is going to be fun.
“What do you want?” There is real fear in her voice now, making it tremor satisfyingly.
“I want to know who you are and why you’re here,” Chris says, pressing the tip of her knife into his finger until it bleeds. She can’t tear her eyes away and he lets her stare for a minute, letting her uncertainty build. “Are you ready to tell me?”
She swallows hard and manages to bring her gaze back to his. “No,” she says, the word coming out falsely confident and steady as she lifts her chin.
He smiles. “Let’s make a deal,” he says softly, tucking her knife in his belt, as she is forced to lean towards him to hear. “You answer my questions honestly and, when I’m satisfied, you back out of here alive.”
She sits back and regards him for a minute, closing her eyes at one point against what Chris suspects is a pounding headache.
When she doesn’t reply, he decides to start anyway. “What’s your name?”
She barely misses a beat, but Chris knows it’s enough and what’s to come out of her mouth will be a lie. “Colleen.”
He shoots out a hand, latching onto the front of her shirt. At the same time, he lashes out with his other fist and catches her hard in the side of the head, since she is unable to duck away due to his anchor hand. He has to give her credit - she doesn’t cry out, but she does go green around the edges, even as she scrabbles at his grip to get free. He shakes her, surely exasperating her head more. “Stop that. All I want is the truth.”
“Let go of me,” she pants and, all of a sudden, he becomes aware that she is trembling under his grip.
Glee spreads through him but he squashes it. There will be time for fun with her after she answers his basic questions. “What’s your name?” he asks again, holding her gaze and, in the seconds it takes her to answer, he is excited to see what she will choose. How quickly will she learn his lessons? In some ways, he hopes it takes time. The thrill of teaching is always so much fun. He loves watching the fire die to embers and he is curious to see how long it will last in this slender child.
There is a sense of defeat in her voice as she answers. “Morgan.”
“Morgan what?”
“Campbell.”
He grins, because although she’s answered, and he is almost positive with the truth this time, he can still see the fire burning strong. No, this one will not go quietly.