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“What?!” Flair shrieked, jumping up. The chair she’d been sitting in a moment ago clattered to the floor. “And you didn’t think to mention that you were related to one of my closest friends? Or that you knew me?”
“Well, saying I knew you is… kind of stretching it. I saw you on multiple occasions but I never spoke to you. Although Silas had quite a bit to say about you,” Kane explained, righting the chair. Flair sat down again, eying him warily.
“Explain,” she snapped. “I want to know everything.”
“Well, both of us were taken to the Institute. I was put into the Assassin division soon after I arrived, and he was heaped with everyone that hadn’t been assigned a Role yet. Well, he still visited me. Talked about you and Forest quite a bit. He was eventually assigned to the Alchemy division, which just so happens to make poisons for the Assassin division,” Kane explained, rubbing his wrist. “We began talking more and more, and he said he wanted to leave. The whole escape idea might’ve had something to do with you… So, we began to plan out our escape route. Someone must have found out though. Silas was executed for disobeying, and I was locked up. Of course, being trained in the Assassin division, I could pick locks, and they taught me quite a few other skills for escaping as well.”
“Why didn’t they execute you?” Flair asked.
“I was… a valuable asset to them,” Kane said. “There’s one more thing.”
“Oh good, there’s more,” she replied sarcastically.
“Yeah. Anyway, the people they sent the Role-Holders and trainees after… those people were part of The Ministry. I think the members that were assassinated went against whoever was giving orders. Whoever the commanding power is. Think about it. Isn’t it weird that no one knows who actually runs The Ministry?”
“Everyone know the Maester,” Flair mumbled.
“Think harder. Has any of Pan-Ultimatum ever been addressed by the Maester? Has anyone actually seen him or her?” Kane retorted. Flair pressed her lips together.
“Well, no, but that doesn’t mean anything!” she snapped. Kane stood up and pushed the chair in.
“Deny it as much as you want, but that won’t change anything.What I’m saying is true. You and I both know it is,” he fired back. Flair stood up as well, leaning in to meet his eyes. She braced her hands on the table. The two mimicked each other’s posture, confrontational and tense.
“You have got some bolts loose in that brain of yours! Are you one of those conspiracy wackos? Because it sounds like you are! Are you even listening to yourself? You sound like a nutjob!” Flair shouted. Kane snorted and shook his head.
“You’ve got it all wrong. I might be crazy for thinking what I think, but you are crazy for not thinking what I think,” he retorted. She stared at him and then started to giggle.
“What? What the hell does that mean?” Flair gasped between laughter. Kane ducked his head and began to laugh with her.
“Hell, I have no idea! I’m confusing myself now,” he replied, wiping his eyes with the back of one hand. “Damn, I must be drunk or on drugs. No sane person would just use that argument.”
“That’d explain an awful lot,” Flair replied, suddenly serious. “You can’t really believe there’s some big conspiracy with The Ministry.”
“I know what I saw,” he said. Flair crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows expectantly.
“What you saw? You said nothing about seeing anything,” she growled. Kane sat back down and drummed his fingers nervously on the table.
“Well… I might have omitted a tiny part of my story,” he replied. “Sorry.”
“Uh-huh. Well, now I expect you to tell me everything. If you spring any more surprises on me after this, I swear I will throw you out an airlock myself,” she said.
“Right. Well, I snuck into one of the heavily secure medical wards when I was escaping. I had a few lacerations from a scuffle I had with the guards. And by lacerations I mean my shoulder was torn open by one of the knives. Anyway, I glanced through the window of one of the quarantine rooms and saw these… things. They weren’t human, I swear. They might have been when the experiments or whatever began, but they weren’t anymore. They had vaguely human features, but the way they moved and certain traits were just… not right.” Kane rubbed his wrist and swallowed hard before continuing. “Their eyes were too big. And the pupils were dilated to the point of where there was no iris showing… no color other than pitch black. Their skin looked papery, and had this pale yellow tint to it, and there were parts that were peeling away. Their cheeks were sunken and the skin was drawn tight along their faces. Clumps of hair were falling out of their heads, and the hair that was still there was clumping and had stuff that looked like mucus and bile and sweat stuck in it. I think… they had filed down their teeth. Anyway, it was really how they moved and what they did that made me believe they weren’t right.”
“Well how did they move?” Flair asked, edging him onward with his story.
“They kind of crawled on all fours like animals… The movement was jerky yet smooth at the same time. They glided along but their limbs were jerking like the muscles were spasming,” he explained. “It wasn’t right. It wasn’t… human.”
A/N: Sorry if anyone is... sensitive to descriptions of this sort. I kind of was thinking Russian Sleep Experiment plus Reavers from Firefly, with looks a little like those of the Rake and some other horrible zombie-like monster thing. So yeah, that's always fun. And don't worry, you'll find out even more about these... "Others" in the next chapter! Thanks lovelies! Remember to comment and like if you enjoyed! Hugs to you all! Toodles for now lovelies!
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