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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:21 am
Evan had slowly been settling back into a normal schedule. Zack was back—ish. Cambria was coming around—and telling him more about this and that and what she was doing. It was nice to be trusted so much—even Zack didn't want to tell him what he was up to half the time.
But Cambria trusted him, and he liked to listen.
Except, he was worried about her. Right now he was in the kitchen at the bar; technically he could have gone home half an hour ago, but Zack had promised to come pick him up at eleven, so he was waiting. Cooking a little, taking it easy.
Everything had been calm for the past week and a half, and it felt like this was a schedule Evan could get used to. Something…normal.
He was even baking some chicken pot pies to take home for everyone.
He was even smiling.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:24 am
Cavansite was very pleased with her new upgrade. She felt it in her walk, she felt it in her confidence…she felt it in her very core. Another thing that the newly promoted captain felt in her core was hunger. Of course she knew the best place to eat, and she had her own private chef to cook for her, and that was just oh so wonderful.
With a grin, she made her way to the bar where Evan worked, happy it was so late, and happy she was smart enough to have left the kid alive for so long…it was well worth it. Cavansite went to the back of the restaurant and glanced through the window on the door to the kitchen, her grin widened. Well. At least her little chef was here.
“Hello there, boy am I hungry. What’s on the menu tonight?” She pushed her way through the kitchen door and laughed, glancing around. “You look so happy tonight, you’re just so happy to see me right? I know, I ‘d be happy to see me too. Now feed me.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:33 am
Cold fear flushed through Evan; he knew that voice and did not even want to turn around. His smile immediately disappeared. A lump appeared in his throat and when he spoke, only a whisper came out.
He realized it was unlikely she could have heard him—even he hadn't been able to hear himself.
He struggled to raise his voice a little.
"It's got jalapenos in it so it might be a little too spicy for you. But if you want I can make you a grilled cheese or something quickly. No trouble," he insisted. She made him uncomfortable and he just wanted to crawl under the counter and hide.
His mood had immediately soured with her presence; he wanted her gone, quickly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:34 am
“I’m really not in the mood for grilled cheese.” Cavansite’s grin was from ear to ear at this point, and she just loved how frightened the poor little cook seemed. It was just so…so satisfying to torment him. Like, it almost seemed that this kid was put on this earth just for people to pick on. What a sad life he must live.
“Perhaps if you have some sort of…I don’t know. I’m really craving a cheeseburger and some fries. Do you think you can do that for me? Also, why haven’t you commented on my amazing new outfit yet? Why don’t you turn around and give me a whole slew of compliments on it. I had to work very hard to get it this way, you know.”
She absolutely couldn’t wait to tell Evan the story of how she had killed a few people in order to get the starseeds that adorned her outfit, and the medals that told the tale of the starseeds. She was sure that he would be ever so frightened. And that was how she liked people to be.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:35 am
Evan faltered for a moment; he knew for a fact he didn't have any ground beef, but he carefully moved away from the stove to go to the refrigerator. On his way he had to step by her, and he mumbled a slew of set of generic compliments. "…It's a nice color, it looks good on you. I like your hair."
He was barely taking in any of the features of her outfit; he was just saying whatever he thought she wanted to hear because he knew she wasn't going to be happy when he couldn't make her a burger.
He knew his kitchen like the back of his hand (better, even) but he prayed he was wrong. He set a few potatoes on the counter so he could make quick fries, but he sifted through the refrigerated ingredients and moved everything he could around.
No ground beef.
There was a lump in his throat and he didn't want to turn around to face her—so he didn't. Face still in the cold air from the fridge, he mumbled weakly, "I don't have ground beef. I have pork chops, and ham…"
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:36 am
Cavansite raised a brow, a slow, annoyed smile spreading across her face. “Pork…chops. And Ham, hm? Little Cookie…take a good look at my outfit here. Do you see this?” She pointed at the starseed adorning the bow that was on her chest. “Do you remember when I pulled out your starseed? Do you remember the pain it caused you? Well, when I pulled out this one…I left the poor little cosmos knight dead on the ground after I ripped it from her chest. And you’re daring to tell me that you have pork chops and ham. Is that really what you want to tell me at a time like this?”
She was waiting for it. For the fear, for the utter panic…
It was so terribly exciting to think about how afraid Evan was going to be after that…
She just loved to make people jumpy. It was the best.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:36 am
Evan paled—something that should have been considered quite a feat given how pale he already was. His eyes went to the starseed she was gesturing to, and he found himself nodding numbly.
Of course he remembered.
He had nightmares about it at least once a week.
He remembered the pain, and the fear. And the knowledge that there was something worse than death was what made him carry around that knife.
It wasn't just for fighting.
It didn't matter how afraid he was of death, but he'd rather die once and maybe have a chance to be reborn than to just…stop existing.
The idea—not existing, dying—it scared him more than he wanted it to, and he hated himself for feeling wetness pool in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he blurted, and repeated it a few times. "We—I don't—we don't have any," he said, and hated the truth, and he hated that his vision was blurry from all the unshed tears.
He wished he could just lie and make everything better, but he couldn’t just whisk ground beef into the air.
He was trembling, and his voice was unsteady. "I can get some," he said, almost desperately. "I'll run to the store and get some ground beef. You can wait here—I'll go quick. Please."
Please just keep his starseed where it was. Please just don't hurt him.
Please just leave him alone.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:38 am
There it was. There was the fear she was looking for. The expression she had been so hoping to see flash over the poor kid’s face…and it was utter perfection. “Do you really think I’m that stupid, Cookie? Do you really think I’m just going to let you scamper off to who knows where…and trust that you’ll come back with some delicious ground beef to make me a delicious cheeseburger? Do you really think I’d just let you leave like that? I don’t think so.”
She paused and laughed. “Well, then again…maybe I could. I could let you run off. I could see if you come back…and if you do come back and I eat, I’ll let you live through the night…you have fifteen minutes to bring back the beef. If you go over that time limit…you’ll still cook me a delicious cheeseburger, and I might let you live tonight. Or I might yank your starseed out of spite. Who even knows.”
Cavansite looked at the clock on the wall of the kitchen. “You have fourteen and a half minutes more, Cookie. I’d start running if I were you.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 8:39 am
Evan stared at Cavansite with blank eyes for too long—and then bolted out of the restaurant.
He was back a little less than a minute later, skidding across the floor to grab his wallet. He didn't remember to turn off the stove.
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