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Yvette: "Where are you going so quickly? Stay and get warm." Moya: "Um..." Yvette: "What is it?" Moya: "I was supposed to... Not be here anymore. Remember?" Yvette: "Well, you did give me those nice flowers. So you can stay with your friends." Moya: "What's that?" Yvette: "What?" Moya: "This is Sosho's. Where is he?" Yvette: "He's in the spare bedroom." Moya: "Why is he here?" Yvette: "He's sick and hurt, that's why. He also said he wants you to have these."
Moya looks as she places the five small vials in his hand, quiet.
Lance: "Where'd she get those at?" Moya: "Here. Put them up somewhere."
Moya puts the vials in Lance's hands, walking to the spare bedroom. Sosho is rubbing the mask against the foot of the bed, struggling to get out of the handcuffs as well.
Moya: "How'd you get here? Why?" Sosho: "I don't know where else to go." Moya: "You're really sick this time." Sosho: "Thanks a lot." Moya: "Physically, not mentally. Know what it is?" Sosho: "No. I'm not able to walk into my doctor's office. Well, I gave you the anti-venom. I'll just sit here until you do something." Moya: "Fine. I may still be mad at you for awhile, but I promised to Angelus that I won't kill you. But I didn't promise not to hurt you."
Moya walks over and takes the mask off of Sosho's head, looking at him from a distance.
Moya: "I can't believe you've been biting and headbutting those officers. So, she said you're sick and hurt. You're still sick, that just leaves out the part saying you're hurt." Sosho: "I didn't like her touching me." Moya: "Okay. Stand up and show me." Sosho: "I don't want to be bothered."
Moya drags Sosho to his feet slowly, lifting the tattered shirt and jacket. Seeing nothing but sloppy bandaging, he turns Sosho around, looking for himself.
Moya: "He almost got your spine. Can you walk okay?" Sosho: "If being dragged around is what you mean." Moya: "Well, do you want any help, or not?" Sosho: "I'm not sure if I feel ready for your help or not yet." Moya: "Okay, fine. I'll make a deal. You get better, you help with the anti-venom, and we'll help keep you from the Shadow group." Sosho: "I am feeling dizzy. I think I'll lay down." Moya: "Wait. Your bed is over here."
Moya leads Sosho over to the bed, letting him lie down. Moya then leaves the room, going to the front room to talk to Yvette.
Yvette: "How is he?" Moya: "We have to get the doctor to come, or take him to the hospital." Yvette: "I'll call him to come." Moya: "I'll watch Sosho to make sure he is okay." Lance: "Crap. I need to get back home and make my report." Moya: "Why?" Lance: "They gave me a curfew of when to stay inside, and that I have to call each day." Moya: "Well... See you later, then." Lance: "I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Moya: "Yeah." Juste: "Bye, Lance." Lance: "Bye, buddy."
Lance leaves, Juste getting off the couch and looking at Moya.
Juste: "Can I see what he looks like?" Moya: "Hm... I suppose you can see."
They go to the bedroom, Juste looking at Sosho. He carefully pokes Sosho's forehead between the eyebrows, then pokes him under the jaw, quiet.
Moya: "Where'd you learn that?" Juste: "I saw the guard guy do that. Why?" Moya: "Pushing on the front part of his face puts a pressure on his nerves and makes his teeth come out. Pushing under his jaws and behind his ears forces his bite to quit."
Juste stays still and looks around the room, nearly blinded by a bright light, shielding his eyes. Hearing a person walking, he lowers his hand, his eyes adjusting to the lighting. Sosho is tied to a chair, a few tables nearby covered with empty jars.
Scientist: "Are you ready to just bite the top yet?" Sosho: "No." Scientist: "All right. Today's a new day, and we have many jars to fill. We expect you to fill all seven for us."
The scientist grabs Sosho's face and forces his head up, Sosho whimpering with fear.
Scientist: "You've been a good help these past six weeks. Do you know how much you've given us? Two hundred and ninety-four jars of your venom. It's easier to just have you here than trying to duplicate all the toxins." Sosho: "Get off me."
Sosho goes to bite the man's hand, the man forcing Sosho's head back further.
Scientist: "One more inch and I'm sure your neck will break. Then what are you going to do? We'll copy your venom, and you'll wake up with a sore neck."
The scientist shoves Sosho's head aside, grabbing a jar. Sosho turns his head away quickly, the man shoving the jar under Sosho's nose.
Scientist: "Bite it, or I get someone in here to help me." Sosho: "No."
The scientist waves over towards Juste, two men passing by. One holds Sosho's head still and puts a tight band over his forehead, the other guy using a metal tool to pry apart Sosho's mouth, the scientist pushing under Sosho's jaws. The scientist looks at the long teeth, shoving the jar into Sosho's mouth. Juste watches as the venom streams out of the teeth, walking closer to look. The door to the room opens, the men turning around.
Shadow: "There you are." Juste: "Me?"
Juste wakes when he feels himself being shook by the shoulders, looking up at Moya, who is looking at him.
Moya: "Are you all right? Juste, wake up." Juste: "Moya? What are you doing?" Moya: "Are you all right?" Juste: "Yeah, I'm okay. Why are you shaking me?" Moya: "You started to get his teeth. If you bite yourself, there's no telling what can happen. So don't touch him again, do you hear me?"
Juste pouts as his eyes get teary, Moya looking at him, puzzled.
Moya: "What are you doing? Are you going to cry over that? I'm just telling you so no one gets hurt -"
Juste hugs Moya quickly, Moya looking down at him.
Moya: "If you saw something... Would you want to tell me about it?" Juste: "They were making him bite jars and hurting him." Moya: "You saw that? How many jars?" Juste: "He said that for six weeks, they got almost three hundred jars." Moya: "What? How big were the jars?" Juste: "Um... Like large pickle jars." Moya: "That doesn't tell me much. Gallons? About how many gallons?" Juste: "Maybe one gallon or one and a half?" Moya: "Did you hear any names or see their faces?" Juste: "No." Moya: "It's okay. Sosho's here with us, now." Juste: "I'm scared of what they might do to us." Moya: "We're here to help each other. If you ever need to know anything, it's that if we get knocked unconscious, it can be good and bad at the same time." Juste: "What do you mean?" Moya: "When we get knocked out, our powers come out, and our bodies keep going. It's a defense to help us should anything happen. But we can destroy anything nearby." Juste: "What do you mean?" Moya: "I am teaching you. It is an important rule." Juste: "Um... Moya..." Moya: "What?" Juste: "Thanks." Moya: "...For what?" Juste: "Being here." Moya: "Okay. You're welcome. But I'm not used to you hugging me." Juste: "Oh, sorry."
Moya moves aside to get out of Juste's hug, turning to look at him.
Moya: "Come on. You need to leave the room." Juste: "Why?" Moya: "The doctor should be here shortly, and Sosho needs to rest." Juste: "I want to stay." Moya: "What did I just tell you?" Juste: "Sorry."
Juste leaves the room, going to the couch and laying down with a sigh.
Yvette: "Why are you sighing like that? Are you unhappy?" Juste: "I wish I could do something." Yvette: "What do you mean?" Juste: "Well, Lance is always doing things, and Moya can do things, too. I feel kind of like a little kid. I feel like I can't do anything." Yvette: "Juste... I'm sure that you're just having a rough time. You are young, but you're not a little kid, you're a young man. You're able to stand up and speak out more." Juste: "..." Yvette: "Do you miss your home, or your parents?" Juste: "I was told they died a long time ago." Yvette: "What happened to them?" Juste: "I remember I was little when they were taken to prison." Yvette: "Did you ever get put in a foster home?" Juste: "No." Moya: "When will the doctor get here?" Yvette: "He said within the hour. How is he?" Moya: "Pretty sick. Not badly hurt as it could have been. What's with him?" Yvette: "He isn't happy." Moya: "Well, I told him he can't stay in the room while the doctor is busy. The room is small, and I'm the only one that can help him. I have to stay and make sure he's okay." Yvette: "Let me go see him before the doctor comes." Moya: "But -"
Yvette walks past Moya and goes to the bedroom, looking at Sosho.
Yvette: "He does look a lot like you." Moya: "We're twins." Yvette: "Moya, Juste is having some difficulties." Moya: "I knew you'd wanted more than to see him." Yvette: "I did want to see him, first. He looks like he's doing okay. But I am worried about Juste, too." Moya: "He's mad because I won't let him stay in here." Yvette: "He's feeling neglected and homesick. He misses his parents." Moya: "They died hundreds of years ago." Yvette: "Did you ask him if he wants to be in a family, now?" Moya: "No. Like him, I'm being tagged along for the ride. I have no rules or abilities. We are both their property, and I can't do anything about it." Yvette: "He's just a boy." Moya: "They don't care." Yvette: "They don't, or you don't?" Moya: "How is this my fault?" Yvette: "You spend no time with anyone but your friend Lance. Juste is feeling left out, and he looks up to you. Is he too young to understand you, or do you not like him?" Moya: "I don't know what to do for him. I only know fighting, and it's only been me and Lance; not me, Lance and a kid." Yvette: "Weren't you both kids once?" Moya: "I was never treated like a kid. I was a test subject. The only joys I had were being locked up or chained to objects." Yvette: "And I'm sorry you were treated like that. But you shouldn't make Juste suffer." Moya: "Suffer? He's got it made. He doesn't have to fight, he does what he wants, he gets what he wants." Yvette: "He needs attention and loving support. He needs a family." Moya: "We're not allowed to interfere with outsiders. Just me being here is breaking some rules, I'm sure." Yvette: "Do you always follow rules instead of your thoughts?" Moya: "It's the way I was taught." Yvette: "Fine. Tomorrow, me and Juste are going to go to town with Lance. We're going to eat, play at the park, and have fun." Moya: "You're using him to get back at me." Yvette: "I am not. Lance is nicer and more sociable than you are. So I'm inviting him." Juste: "The doctor is here." Yvette: "Come on. I'll get the door."
Yvette opens the door and leads the doctor to the bedroom, talking to him in Russian. Juste goes to look over her shoulder, startled when Moya shuts the door on his hand. Juste leaves the hallway, sitting on the couch, quiet.
Shadow: "Juste. There you are. It's been awhile since we last talked." Juste: "Leave me alone. You're a bad person." Shadow: "They told you Sosho was a bad person, too. Do you think so?" Juste: "No. But you kidnapped me and experimented on us." Shadow: "You were freed from imprisonment. If it wasn't for me, you would have lived in prison until you died, just like your parents. And I only made you healthier and better than people who are aged or ill. It is what people dream of, and you are living their dreams." Juste: "I'm not happy." Shadow: "Of course. Moya was never a happy person. I hear you are wanting his attention, yes?" Juste: "Well... If he was nicer, I guess..." Shadow: "Then look at me, and I'll tell you what you can do." Juste: "I'm not looking. Leave me alone." Shadow: "If that's what you wish, but I'll be around if you change your mind."
Moya looks at Juste quietly, crossing his arms and scowling, getting Juste's attention.
Moya: "Who were you talking to?" Juste: "I was?" Moya: "I just saw you. Who were you talking to? Shadow, again?" Juste: "I don't remember anything. My head feels funny, though..." Yvette: "You don't look so well. Go lay down on the couch. I will get you a blanket. What were you saying about Sosho?" Moya: "He's got different types of bites. They are poison, sleep, numbing and paralysis. But the last three are harder to produce, so it takes a day to replace." Yvette: "How does he store the chemicals?" Moya: "A few different glands. Now, you. What do you think you were doing?" Juste: "I didn't do anything. I'm sorry." Moya: "Then, who were you talking to?" Juste: "...Shadow?" Moya: "Shadow has something to do with this?" Juste: "I think so." Moya: "If you want to act like a kid, I'll treat you like one. You're grounded. You will go to bed at seven, wake up at six, no playing outside. You will have no television. You will sit at the table to eat and study, you will sleep on the couch. No junk food, no games. Nothing." Yvette: "Moya -" Moya: "No." Yvette: "But Moya -" Moya: "No."
Meinga Reeder · Mon Apr 26, 2010 @ 12:20am · 0 Comments |
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They reach the house a short time later, Lance giving Yvette the bouquet, Juste sitting on the couch.
Yvette: "What's this for?" Lance: "Moya wanted me to give this to you. He said it's for your help." Yvette: "Where is he?" Lance: "I told him to have some time to think for awhile. Moya usually does good after some thinking." Yvette: "Okay. Thanks." Lance: "I told him I'll have to watch Juste though. They found Sosho in town and caught him. So he has to be closely watched and kept indoors for awhile." Yvette: "Okay. I understand." Lance: "Juste, want to get your stuff gathered up? We're going to stay at my place for awhile." Juste: "Okay." Yvette: "Would you want some coffee or breakfast first?" Lance: "Some coffee would be nice. Juste, want breakfast?" Juste: "No." Lance: "Are you okay?" Juste: "Yeah. But I'm not hungry yet."
Yvette makes a cup of coffee for Lance, who drinks some, pausing.
Lance: "Strong stuff. You drink this?" Yvette: "No. My brother does, every now and then, when he gets a hangover." Lance: "It's a fixer. Say. How do you live here by yourself?" Yvette: "Because my husband was killed in a car wreck. But that was quite a few years ago, in the United States." Lance: "No wonder you speak English. What made you move here?" Yvette: "My grandfather lived nearby, so I helped take care of him. The school offered my brother a teaching position. It's also pretty quiet here."
Juste walks over to Lance and looks up at him, quiet. He then gets sick, startling Lance and Yvette.
Lance: "Whoa. Juste, you just puked on me." Juste: "I feel sick." Yvette: "Come on, Juste. Let's get you to bed." Juste: "Okay." Lance: "Got anything I can borrow to wear?" Yvette: "Yeah. Go to the basement, over there. There's some clothes in a box next to the stairs." Lance: "Okay."
Yvette leads Juste to the couch and gets him a drink of water and cleans him off with a wet washrag, Juste looking at her quietly.
Yvette: "Poor Juste. You're starting to get a fever. Were you too cold?" Juste: "I guess so." Yvette: "Do you know what that means?" Juste: "What?" Yvette: "You get to stay here until you get better. That means I can cook you some brownies when you feel well." Juste: "Okay." Yvette: "You stay right here, and lay down. I'll go get that cleaned up." Juste: "Okay."
He rests on the couch quietly, watching Lance as he comes into the room, wearing clean clothes. Lance walks over and sits on the edge of the couch, feeling Juste's forehead.
Lance: "Thought you had a fever?" Juste: "I'm feeling better now." Lance: "You must have been too cold." Yvette: "Kitchen's clean now. Seems everything landed on you more than the floor." Lance: "It wouldn't be the first time he's puked on me." Yvette: "He has no more fever. Must have been too cold." Juste: "That's what he said."
The house shakes roughly, the picture frames and nicknacks rattling, some falling to the floor. Lance jumps to his feet, the front window cracking, getting Juste's attention.
Yvette: "What's happening? An earthquake?" Lance: "No. Crap. Moya must have seen Sosho. I've got to go." Juste: "Wait. What about me?" Lance: "You stay here. It's dangerous." Juste: "But me and Moya are supposed to fight the bad guys. What if Moya gets hurt? And I can copy powers -" Lance: "Fine. Dress warmer than you did."
Juste gets off the couch and dresses in his coat and boots, Lance dressing warmly as well. They go outside, Lance running through the snow, struggling to keep going. He jumps when someone grabs him under the arms, getting lifted off the ground.
Lance: "Juste -" Juste: "You're kind of heavy." Lance: "Juste, you're flying."
Lance looks over at the black shadow to his left, eyes wide. The large, black feathered wings flap slowly, Lance startled.
Lance: "Your wings are about five times larger than Moya's, you know that, right?" Juste: "Is that okay or not?" Lance: "To lift me off my feet and create such large wings... You don't even know how to fight." Juste: "Look at that, over there." Lance: "Juste, fly higher. You're getting close to the town's buildings." Juste: "How?" Lance: "Oh, no. You don't know how to fly? You were able to do well last time." Juste: "Because it somehow happened. I don't know how." Lance: "We're really going fast. Juste, can you stop?" Juste: "Um... I don't know." Lance: "Slow down a bit. Look. I have an idea. Act like you are running, and then pretend to jump really far out." Juste: "Why?" Lance: "Try it."
Juste lets his legs drop slowly, then pretends to jump. They fly higher into the air, Lance smiling.
Lance: "Good job. You did it." Juste: "I did it. I'm flying."
They fly over the buildings, getting Moya's attention. Moya backs up against a dumpster, eyes wide. Startled, Sosho runs away, turning down an alley.
Lance: "Okay, Juste. There goes Sosho." Juste: "What do you mean?" Lance: "We can't let him get away. Follow him."
Juste jerks away when a flare explodes nearby, Lance looking around. He sees a small row of armored trucks, shooting them with a spray of pebbles. The men below duck out of the way, taking cover.
Guard 1: "Who's up there?" Guard 2: "What's this? These are pebbles." Detective: "Don't shoot. That's Lance up there." Guard 3: "Yes, sir." Detective: "Who's got binoculars?" Guard 2: "Here." Detective: "Okay."
The detective looks through the binoculars and sees Lance, then sees Juste carrying him. Surprised, he drops the binoculars in the snow, the others looking at him curiously.
Guard 3: "Sir, are you all right?" Detective: "The boy's a Mega." Guard 4: "What?" Detective: "I remember now - So that's Juste." Guard 2: "Should he be flying so close? The winds from the wings are blowing the snow around." Detective: "They're okay. I wonder where he is headed? Follow them, but be careful."
Juste continues following after Sosho, Moya running on the street below.
Juste: "Is that Moya?" Lance: "Of course. After Sosho, as always. Juste, I have a plan. It'll be crazy, but we can't have Sosho getting killed." Juste: "What?" Lance: "I want you to drop me off in front of Moya. Then I want you to grab Sosho and take him to the people at the truck." Juste: "No." Lance: "Why not?" Juste: "I am scared. What if he bites me?" Lance: "If he bites you and we catch him, you'll get the anti-venom. Okay?" Juste: "What if you don't catch him?" Lance: "You'll get to suffer for a few weeks." Juste: "How do I catch him with me having wings?" Lance: "You don't now how to do anything, do you?" Juste: "No." Lance: "Okay. After I'm done with Moya, I'll make a box in the field over that way." Juste: "A box?" Lance: "Yeah. You'll know a box when you see it." Juste: "Why don't we both just grab Sosho and carry him over there?" Lance: "Are you sure? He's fast when he's on the ground." Juste: "Can we try my way?" Lance: "But we have to keep him away from Moya." Juste: "I don't know..." Lance: "He's in the field. Let's go." Juste: "What about Moya?" Lance: "I'll have to distract him. Drop me and go after Sosho." Juste: "Well, okay."
Juste lowers to the ground and lets Lance go, continuing to fly after Sosho. Sosho runs and slips, falling to the ground and tumbling on the grass. Juste lands nearby, his wings vanishing.
Sosho: "If you're going to kill me, just do it instead of staring at me." Juste looks at Sosho's skinny frame and tattered clothes curiously, quiet.
Sosho: "Well?" Juste: "Um... Can you please turn yourself in?" Sosho: "What?" Juste: "I was asking if you would please turn yourself in." Sosho: "No. I don't want to do that." Juste: "Why not?" Sosho: "I'm innocent. I haven't killed anyone. But Moya's always telling everyone I'm a murderer." Juste: "Well, why not just tell them your story?" Sosho: "No one listens to me. They think that because I'm a dark user and that I have a snake mouth, that Moya's a good person." Juste: "But Moya is a good guy." Sosho: "How is he so good if he is always trying to kill me for no reason? I'm always running to get away from him." Juste: "Why do you run?" Sosho: "Because, I have to." Juste: "Well, if you have anything to say, why not tell everyone?" Sosho: "Not exactly bright for a Mega boy." Juste: "We're trying to help you, if you turn yourself in, you know." Sosho: "Help me?" Juste: "Yeah. So Moya can't hurt you, you know?" Sosho: "What happens after that?" Juste: "I don't know. But maybe an anti-venom would be okay? Everyone talks about how important it is to get some from you." Sosho: "I haven't bitten anyone with poison -" Juste: "But it is still important to Lance, for some reason." Sosho: "Shadow's been using some of the venom from a jar that he took from me. I got loose and stole some papers, so I've been making some anti-venom. I have this one with me." Juste: "Wow. It's sort of purple." Sosho: "Help. Here comes Moya."
Moya comes storming over to where Sosho and Juste are, Lance pulling at Moya's coat.
Moya: "Get out of the way." Juste: "Stop."
Juste shoves the antidote vial in front of Moya's face, Moya looking at the small vial curiously.
Juste: "Sosho's giving us the antidote that he made." Moya: "Antidote?" Lance: "You're giving it to us? But no one's been poisoned." Sosho: "Shadow forced me to give them my venom. So I stole some papers and I've been trying to make the anti-venom." Moya: "What do they want with your poison?" Sosho: "Weapons, for people." Lance: "Good thing you didn't kill him. Moya -"
Moya moves over and grabs Sosho, lifting him off his feet.
Moya: "Hm... But you still killed my family." Sosho: "I wasn't even there." Moya: "What were you doing with my wife when I wasn't there? I saw a picture of you two, in my gift to her." Sosho: "Your wife was my girlfriend before you even met her. You're the one that took her away from me." Moya: "She was not your girlfriend. She didn't even like you. You were sick all the time." Sosho: "She didn't like how you were gone all the time. You were always too busy playing war to stay with her."
Moya lets Sosho loose, both of them standing quietly as they face each other.
Moya: "So that wouldn't be my son, right?" Sosho: "If I would have known... She wouldn't tell me why she left me for you. The only thing I heard was that she wanted to get married to someone like you." Moya: "So why did you have to kill them?" Sosho: "I wasn't even there. I just told you, Shadow was taking my venom for his weapons. I was locked in a room somewhere." Moya: "What about Angelus?" Sosho: "I saw him a few times, but that was all." Moya: "Where is he?" Sosho: "It's no use. They have him controlled by something they put on him." Moya: "Where are they at?" Sosho: "I don't know. I was kept in some small room." Moya: "Where?" Sosho: "I don't know. After I got out, I don't remember anything, but I woke up in the middle of nowhere." Moya: "Where? Russia? China? Americas?" Sosho: "I don't remember." Lance: "So, are you done trying to catch Sosho? There's people waiting on us, and they've got guns." Moya: "I'm done. But I still have to turn him in." Sosho: "What? No. No, wait -" Lance: "What?" Sosho: "If Shadow finds out, he'll come after me. Don't let them take me again." Lance: "If you go with them, you'll be fine." Sosho: "Someone works with him. If they take me, I'll be sent back. It's what happened the last time." Moya: "One of the officers works for Shadow?" Sosho: "A few. But I don't know which people they were. I only saw their uniform." Moya: "Hm... What should we do?" Lance: "Well -" Officer: "Don't move. You're under arrest."
The officer quickly handcuffs Sosho and puts a mask over his head, Sosho headbutting the officer and flying away. The officer aims his gun and fires at Sosho, Lance pushing the gun downwards.
Lance: "Don't shoot him. He's got the anti-venom." Officer: "You're interfering in our business. He's a wanted person." Lance: "Trust me. We need that anti-venom. It's the only one there is so far." Officer: "Yeah. I'm sure I missed him anyhow. This snow is hard to see anything." Moya: "Juste, you're cold." Juste: "My feet are numb." Lance: "Let's see if we can get a ride home, huh?" Moya: "Come on, Juste."
They follow the officer to the waiting group of guards and officers, giving orders to another man. The man shows them to a nearby car, Lance getting in the front seat as Moya and Juste get in the back. Juste shivers and hugs Moya's furry coat to get warm, Moya looking at him.
Lance: "What's that?" Moya: "What?" Lance: "That?" Moya: "It's nothing." Lance: "Look, here." Juste: "What is it?" Lance: "You've got a patch of black hair." Juste: "That's cool. My real father had black hair. He always told me how his hair changed from brown to black." Moya: "Hm." Lance: "Seems odd to be in such a fancy car, when there are wagons and old antique cars around." Moya: "It is not so odd." Lance: "I still don't see how you can stay here." Moya: "Because it is quiet, simple, and there is hardly any crime." Lance: "Lots of bars and bakeries, that's for sure."
Juste falls asleep, waking when he feels Moya turn to move.
Juste: "Huh?" Moya: "Come on. We're here." Juste: "I am tired." Moya: "Come on. I can't carry you. The ground is too slippery."
Juste gets out of the car, following Moya closely. They go up the steps of Yvette's house, Lance waving as the officer drives away. The door opens, Yvette letting them in.
Yvette: "There you three are. Juste, you don't look so well. Let's get you taken care of."
Lance and Juste take off their coats, Juste laying down on the couch, Lance headed to the kitchen. Moya looks over at Juste, lowers his head, then turns to go out the door.
Meinga Reeder · Sun Apr 25, 2010 @ 08:47pm · 0 Comments |
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Yvette: "What? Yes it is." Lance: "No. Moya has a twin. This is Sosho." Yvette: "Sosho?" Juste: "What happened?" Lance: "...It seems she was married to Moya and seeing Sosho at the same time." Yvette: "But that has to be Moya." Lance: "They have different hair lines, and different abilities." Juste: "How do you tell the difference?" Lance: "Well, Moya can extend his nails, and Sosho can extend his teeth. Other than that, Moya's hair line is a little further back than Sosho's." Juste: "What about how Moya has wings?" Lance: "...You give out too much information." Juste: "Sorry." Lance: "They have wings, but Sosho's are purple in the light. Moya's are just black." Juste: "But I remember Sosho was sick." Lance: "He is sick often. But that's because he's a walking snake. Sosho's bite is able to make others poisoned." Juste: "Poisoned? So why doesn't he bite his tongue?" Lance: "His blood carries the antivenom. But he hides and slips away all the time, so no one can find him." Yvette: "Moya said his wife died in a war. Is that not true?" Lance: "It was during the war. Me and Moya were trying to find Sosho. We were given a tip he was helping experiment on people, so we went after him. So Sosho killed Moya's wife and son to use as a distraction and get away." Juste: "No wonder he gets angry when I ask about Sosho." Lance: "Let's not worry about that. Let's lighten the mood with Christmas. Open your presents." Juste: "Okay." Yvette: "Let's see what I got... Oh, how pretty. A Christmas dinner set. Thank you, Lance." Juste: "What's this?" Lance: "A sled, for snowy hills." Juste: "Thanks, Lance." Lance: "Here's one for him, when he wakes up." Yvette: "I'll put it up for later." Lance: "It's surprising how this medicine can knock him out. Sleep medicine doesn't even work on him." Yvette: "The doctor said he'd make it a stronger prescription than what it usually is." Lance: "I wonder if he feels anything?" Yvette: "Probably not." Lance: "What time is it...?" Yvette: "There's the clock." Lance: "Oh. Well, I'd better go. I have to make a few calls before I get in trouble." Juste: "Bye, Lance." Lance: "Bye. Don't forget to help her, okay?" Juste: "I will help."
Lance leaves, Juste watching him trudge through the snow, quiet.
Yvette: "He visits every day, doesn't he?" Juste: "Is today Christmas?" Yvette: "No. In two more weeks, is when Christmas is." Juste: "It's snowing. Is this the blizzard?" Yvette: "No. The blizzard storm must be coming later than expected. But you'll know one when you see for yourself." Juste: "What are you going to do?" Yvette: "Laundry. The washer and dryer are in the basement. If you need anything, I'll be downstairs." Juste: "Okay."
Yvette leaves the room, Juste getting up onto the couch and taking a nap. He wakes when he gets pushed, looking over at Moya. Moya is trying to get his leg out from under Juste's side, sighing.
Moya: "You need to start going to bed at nights. Get up." Juste: "What smells good?" Moya: "Get off of me." Juste: "Oh, sorry. Are you mad?" Moya: "I'm fine. I just don't like to be laid on."
Moya gets off the couch and loses his balance, falling against the coffee table, startling Yvette as she enters the room.
Yvette: "Moya, are you all right? Are you hurt?" Moya: "My leg is asleep. Did I break anything?" Yvette: "No. But are you all right?" Moya: "I'm okay. What time is it?" Yvette: "Almost eight at night. Why?" Moya: "Where'd that come from?" Yvette: "What?" Moya: "The sled." Yvette: "Lance brought that. It's Juste's Christmas present." Moya: "He's home for the day, right?" Yvette: "Yeah." Moya: "I have to talk to him, tomorrow. Can I not take the medicine?" Yvette: "All right. But you'll have to take your medicine after you talk to him. Skipping will not help you get better." Moya: "Why do I have to take the medicine?" Yvette: "So you can get better." Moya: "I am not seeing the difference. I am still stressed, I am still sick and getting worse, and it is making me sleep all the time like a lazy cow." Yvette: "Earlier you were saying you wanted to take the medicine. Now you're saying you don't. Can I get some sort of decision?" Moya: "I don't want to take the medicine anymore." Yvette: "Then I have to give you rules to follow." Moya: "What?" Yvette: "You have to stay here, play with Juste, and not go to the graveyard anymore." Moya: "What?" Yvette: "I'm sure you heard me. Those are the only rules I have to give you." Moya: "That's not fair." Yvette: "How is it not fair? If you go there, you'll get worse again, and you will have to go to the hospital." Moya: "I will rather go to the hospital than do nothing." Yvette: "That is selfish of you." Juste: "Are you guys fighting?" Moya: "No." Yvette: "Yes, we are. We are arguing. That counts as fighting." Moya: "I don't tell you not to go anywhere." Yvette: "Because this is my house, and I follow my rules." Moya: "It's not right for you to keep me feeling trapped." Yvette: "Do I have to call Lance over here to talk to you?" Moya: "No." Yvette: "Then I am asking you to try following my rules for awhile. If you can do that for me, then you won't have to take any more medicine." Moya: "Hm." Yvette: "Do we have a deal?" Moya: "It's still not fair." Yvette: "Do we?" Moya: "One month. I get to visit her once a month." Yvette: "No. You're not extorting anything negative out of me. Once a month, you can take Juste to play and visit the shops." Moya: "That's ridiculous. He's not my son. I'm not babysitting anyone." Yvette: "Well, he is your friend, isn't he? You're supposed to take care of him. If you can hang out with Lance and have fun, then I'm sure it won't kill you to have fun with Juste." Moya: "He wasn't supposed to come. He wasn't supposed to be here. He isn't my responsibility. Juste is an adult, and he should be able to make decisions for himself." Yvette: "But you're supposed to protect him." Moya: "Protecting others is different than rasing them." Yvette: "Then, why not let him go with Lance?" Moya: "No. That's a big no. He doesn't go anywhere." Yvette: "Why not? Lance is a good person. He's thoughtful." Moya: "That's not the reason why." Yvette: "Why not?" Moya: "I don't want to talk about it." Yvette: "Juste, ready to eat?" Juste: "No. I'll just go to bed."
Juste leaves the room, Yvette going to the kitchen. Moya follows her, quiet as he looks around.
Yvette: "What do you want? Food?" Moya: "Why am I being treated like a little kid?" Yvette: "What is your problem all of a sudden? You made sure that I know you won't trust Lance, you punish Juste, you keep badgering me. And now you walk in here and say I'm the one treating you like a kid?" Moya: "I did ask that question." Yvette: "And I'm going to tell you that you can start staying with your friend Lance starting tomorrow morning." Moya: "So that's it? Just kick me out overnight?" Yvette: "Sure. Why not? I'm not being the least bit fair, just like you said. That's not my problem." Moya: "All I asked was for one day out of each month." Yvette: "And my rules clearly did not mention you having that day." Moya: "Okay, fine. I'll just go over to his house. That way, I can have my visiting time." Yvette: "All right, then. I'm not stopping you."
Moya looks over at her quietly and leaves the kitchen, putting on his coat and boots before heading outside. He walks quietly to the town and looks around, the dim street lamps flickering in the wind. He gets tackled to the ground, falling in the snow. The person then grabs him by the back of his neck, Moya fainting.
Juste gets out of bed in the morning and walks to the living room, looking at Lance, Yan and Yvette, who are too busy talking to notice him.
Lance: "I would have heard if he knocked. He didn't come." Yvette: "Where do you think he could be?" Yan: "No one's been to the cemetary. I asked around in the bars, but no one said anything. I even used my pocket translator." Lance: "He's not in any hotels or rent houses. I'm not feeling anything from him, either." Yvette: "He was upset about what I was asking of him. So he said he was going to your house." Lance: "I'll go back and check the bars again." Yan: "Morning, Juste." Lance: "Juste -" Juste: "Moya's missing?" Lance: "Do you know where he went?" Juste: "No." Lance: "Yeah, Moya's missing." Yan: "Maybe he can help us find Moya." Juste: "Me? How?" Yan: "Just walk around and look for him." Juste: "Okay, I guess I can try." Lance: "You'll come on with me. We have to look everywhere." Juste: "Okay." Lance: "Get your coat and boots on, then."
Juste and Lance put on their winter clothes and go outside, leaving the house. They walk to the town, quiet as they look around.
Lance: "Moya has a distinctive walk, which is sort of like a straight line." Juste: "There are a lot of shoe prints in the snow." Lance: "That's what's bothering me." Juste: "What do you mean, when you said you can't 'feel' anything?" Lance: "People with powers can usually 'feel' the powers of others, if they use their power to a certain amount. But I'm not getting anything." Juste: "Look." Lance: "Where?" Juste: "Are these his shoe prints?" Lance: "No. He doesn't wear high-heel boots. Women do." Juste: "I have an idea. Why not yell for him?" Lance: "That's not a very good idea. People don't understand English here." Juste: "Well, we'll pretend he's our dog. Can you say that in Russian?" Lance: "Maybe. Yan gave me a spare translator dictionary... Here's the word." Juste: "So it's okay to yell for him, then?" Lance: "Sure, go ahead."
They walk around for awhile as Juste yells for Moya, both of them jumping when some nearby wooden boards get knocked towards them, startled.
Juste: "Moya?" Lance: "Get back. Sosho. What are you doing here?" Sosho: "Don't touch me, or I'll bite you." Juste: "Look at that. He's chained up." Lance: "What brings you here without a coat?" Sosho: "How should I know? You dogs did this to me." Lance: "Who did this?" Detective: "There he is." Lance: "You -?" Detective: "Lance. On leave until further notice." Lance: "Sir?" Detective: "You do remember my name, right?" Lance: "Yes, sir. But what's going on?" Detective: "He's being detained for questioning and blood tests." Lance: "But how did Sosho get here?" Detective: "We've been looking for him in Russia and China for a few years." Lance: "Why blood tests?" Detective: "The Shadow group is supposed to be creating something on their experiments. This is just to see if he has anything." Lance: "What about Moya?" Detective: "Yeah. We got him." Lance: "Where?" Detective: "Here's the key to the truck. We mistook him for Sosho."
Sosho hisses and scoots further into the narrow alley, the detective grabbing the chain and pulling Sosho back out. Sosho then turns and bites him on the leg twice, the man prying apart the sharp teeth.
Lance: "He's been bitten. Detective -" Detective: "Don't worry. We've already gotten the poison out of him. He won't be able to make the venom for another two hours."
Sosho bites the man's gloved hand, the man shoving Sosho onto the ground.
Sosho: "I'm not a killer. I'm a witness." Detective: "You're still coming with us."
The detective pulls on the chains again, Sosho turning and biting the guy on leg a third time.
Lance: "Need help?" Detective: "I can get him."
The man pulls Sosho loose and gets him in a lock, leading Sosho over to a nearby truck. He puts Sosho in the back of the truck and locks the doors, Lance going to the passenger door and opening it. Moya is asleep, Lance patting him on the face. Quickly, Moya turns his head and grumbles, looking over at them.
Moya: "What?" Lance: "Are you okay?" Moya: "Wait. What's going on?" Lance: "You were mistaken for a wanted guy." Juste: "Yeah, it's Sos -"
Lance covers Juste's mouth quickly, Moya getting out of the truck, scowling.
Moya: "Where is he?" Lance: "They said Sosho's been wandering from Russia to China. But they thought you were Sosho, and kept you here. Come on. Everyone's been looking for you all morning." Detective: "Sorry about the mix-up, Moya." Moya: "Hm. It is fine." Juste: "I was yelling for you. Did you not hear me?" Moya: "No. I was asleep." Juste: "We were checking the bars, hotels, and everything." Lance: "She'll be glad to know you're fine." Moya: "Why does she care? She has kicked me out this morning." Lance: "Look, Moya. This isn't the fifteen hundreds or the Venetian era. Women these days have rights, too. It is her house, she has her rules. It's not your house, you have no say-so for anything. At least she's been so considerate and forgiving to handle this stuff that you tell her." Moya: "I wanted only one visitation a month." Lance: "Only when you are better. I say no, too." Moya: "Huh?" Lance: "It's called 'get your head out of your past' and apologize to her." Moya: "Why should I have to apologize?" Lance: "Because she's right, and you know it."
Lance points to a nearby shop, Moya looking over at the sign.
Moya: "Flower shop?" Lance: "It's a good way to thank her for helping you out." Moya: "No. I don't want to." Lance: "Why not?" Moya: "It's a ridiculous idea." Lance: "Okay. Fine. I'll buy her the flowers, and thank her, and apologize."
Lance goes into the store, soon returning with a small bouquet. He shows it to Moya, leading the way to the houses.
Moya: "Can I go to your place?" Lance: "No." Moya: "Why not?" Lance: "We hardly get along. So I guess you need to find someplace." Moya: "What about Juste?" Lance: "I'll take care of him."
Lance and Juste continue to walk, leaving Moya standing in the snow. Juste pauses to look back at him, Lance urging him forward.
Juste: "Are we leaving him on purpose?" Lance: "It's for his own good. Just keep walking on." Juste: "But he is sad." Lance: "No. He is angry. So we will give him some time alone."
Meinga Reeder · Sun Apr 25, 2010 @ 06:59pm · 0 Comments |
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