Key Twenty: Tyki:
He knows they are up to something. The doctor glared over at his chained up angel.
“What is going on in that head of yours?” he asked. Leda smirked, but said nothing. The doctor looked her deep in the eyes.
“I don’t like when you smirk like that,” he said.
“Why?” she asked. The doctor snorted.
“Don’t mock me,” he said. “It’s not cute.” They always play this game. She and him could predict what was coming next.
“Stop smirking like that, it’s not cute,” he said. She didn’t dare to stick out her tongue. Last time she did that, the good doctor shock with a cattle prod. He walked over to the cage.
“I don’t like what game you are trying to pull,” he hissed. She raised her eyebrow.
“Oh?” she asked. He counted down to what he was going to say next.
“Why do I even do this with you?” the doctor asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” she said. It’s like she dares him to attack her. She’s counting on it, in fact.
“You are expecting me to hurt you in some way, aren’t you?” he asked. “You are counting on it. I can see it in your eyes.” He reached into the cage and took her by the cheeks. She glared at him. The doctor wanted to spit in her face.
“Such an ugly bitch,” he muttered. She stared back at him. The doctor let go of her cheeks.
“You don’t think I don’t what you have doing?” he asked. “Don’t try to deny it either.” She narrowed her eyes at her captor. The doctor sat on down on the stool in front of her and lit up a cigarette. He couldn’t figure out how her powers worked yet. How were powers connected to their wings? The doctor’s eyes trailed to the feathers of her wings. The chains tangled up with them had a strange appeal to them. She glared at him.
“Such an ugly face,” he commented. She mouthed something at him. The doctor raised his eyebrow.
“Hm?” he asked. She lifted her head.
“Fuck you, asshole!” she screamed. He clicked his tongue at her.
She’s stuck in his stalemate. They dare each other to blink and move. She doesn’t have time for his games. There’s an escape plan that needed to be acted on. So far, she reached out to Tyrone and Marion. She had to keep trying. But, there was a problem.
Lately, she felt a crawling feeling up her spine. The best she could describe it was spiders crawling up her back. Each time she used her power, it felt like something was stabbing her in the back with little needles.
This has never happened before.
Like hell she would ask her abuse, but he seemed to already know the answer. She learned when she saw him smirking and trying not to laugh.
“What?” she asked.
“Oh nothing,” he said. “It’s just…”
He flicked out his cigarette. “Any tingles lately?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why?”
“You wouldn’t have this problem if you weren’t using your power so much.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh come off it. Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to reach out to other angels. I have a guess why, but that isn’t the point. We’re talking about what’s happening to your body right now.”
“Have you been keeping tabs on me?”
“I must, remember?”
She curled her nose at how spot-on he was. She gritted her teeth and glared at him as he flicked out his cigarette.
“Well, go on,” he said. “Ask me what it is going on with your power.”
“No,” she hissed.
“Okay then. That will be you then.” He sits there, smoking. She raised her eyebrow.
“That’s it?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “You don’t want to ask, I won’t answer. You can just keep suffering on this path that you are on. He took another smoke of his cigarette. Was this another game to him? She frowned as more questions began to form in her head. He’s got her in another game.
“No, I don’t know all of the details,” he said. “But I have a pretty good guess.”
“Ha! A guess? That all you have?” she asked. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey, take it or leave it,” he said. She wrinkled her nose.
“I won’t fall for your shit.”
“Think what you want. Just enjoy the pain in your back as you talk to other angels in this Tower.” The good doctor paused. “Or should I say the Tower and City.” The bell on the door started to ring.
“Ah,” he said. “My patients are here.” The doctor stood up and snubbed out his cigarette. “We’ll talk later.” She glared at him as the door slid shut.
How did she let him get the better of her again?
He’s on to her now. He can see the trail of her plan. The pain she feels in her body is the proof that he needs. The question now becomes how does he derail her plans. In the meantime, their personal war continued.