{ KING OF THE SEA }
12th June 2008
She scanned him, and he scowled back. "Who are you?" Eva implied aggressively, her arms crossing in a defensive state in front of her. "Where did you come from, coming to torment me, you little brat?" His scowl was almost impossible to manipulate further as it stretched the entire span of his face, his glittering, long, sharp teeth falling out just below his lips as he did not reply. He turned away from her, and pressed his shirt down with a hand. Dylan was certainly frustrated with this one, another unsuitable guardian candidate it seemed. "Ah, I think I know who you are," she confirmed, through her scans.
His reluctance to be moved from place to place under the name of the project had led him into a quiet state of rage. Having not seen his sister in, indeed, a long time. He remained quiet, almost resolutely.
"Excuse me boy, you speak when spoken to," her thick accent piercing his ears as he turned around to charge her dead on in the stomach. Reacting forcefully she pushed out her palm, grabbed him by the tufts of his roots and led him to the side of her, and into the house.
"We ought to teach you some manners," Eva snapped.
Dylan still did not reply, his face distorting as the pain of his grappled head rushed. Luckily for him, a normally stubborn Eva let him go calmly, proceeding to scan him, his markings; and his rapport of "shark". "You got some anger issues there boy, that's for certain. What's up?" Offering him a seat, she forced herself into the kitchen and clicked on the kettle, it whistled noisily; distorting his voice as he finally replied to her. "Lost" He barked in competition with the kettle.
"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have volunteered to the project and decided to take you in; I'm not a child orientated person but you'll do I suppose." Eva smiled as she strolled back into the kitchen to pour tea for the pair.
"I'll do?" Dylan questioned inquisitively.
"I'm the kind of girl that doesn't do anything unless there's something in it for her, and let's just say, you're the perfect candidate in my pursue of world domination, my doppelgänger, my little rejected doppelgänger," she forced a mug into his pair of small, albeit steaded hands and he receptively sipped away at it; even forcing a grin at her.
"You're nuts!" He giggled.
"I know it, the zombies are coming," she removed her glasses, tossed them on the work space beside her and took her seat on the sofa across from him. "Zombies?" He asked. "Yes my little shark-warrior, the zombies. Believe it, a plague of death and destruction will doom us all! But not you my child, we will not succumb to it among other weaklings. We shall prosper and survive." She nodded sagely.
"Exploiting your talents of the underwater, we will be able to swim freely, eat fish, swim some more, eat some more, and sleep. We shall exist, take refuge in the netherworld of the underwater world!"
"Where?" Dylan asked, his eye twitching, dumbfounded. "The underwater world," she quipped. "I...er... you can't breathe like me! I'm the King of the Sea!" He replied.
"So I have heard child, so I have heard," Eva winked at him merrily, before sipping her tea enthusiastically.
"You're nuts!" He repeated.
"I know it," she grinned at him deviously.
