Bullet with Butterfly Wings


Key Ten: Discipline:

Road walked down to Tykki’s office and knocked on the door.

“Tykki!” she shouted. “Get out here! We need to talk!” She backed up when the door opened. The doctor looked half-asleep.

“What?” he asked.

“We need to talk,” Road said. “It’s about your angel.”

“Huh?” Tykki asked. “What did Leda do now?” His niece puffed up her cheeks.

“She’s getting in the way of my hard work,” Road said. “Do something about her!” Tykki stared at her at first.

“Alright,” he muttered. The doctor stepped away from the door.

“Thank you,” Road said. She walked into his office. Tykki closed the door behind her.

The office was still dark inside. Road didn’t mind it smelling like an ashtray. Tykki sat down at his desk. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Now what is this about?” he asked. “Wait, hang on.” The doctor turned behind him and drew closed a thick black curtain.

“Okay,” he said. “What is this about?” Road tried to look behind him. She saw a face before the curtain was drawn.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor insisted. “That curtain is really thick. She won’t be able to hear anything we say.” Road kind of shrugged.

“Right…” she said. “Well, it’s just as well. It’s about her.”

“Go on,” Tykki said.

“She can still reach out to him,” Road said. “That bitch might try to convince him to escape again.”

“Is that right?”



“Why won’t you cut her wings off already?”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Road put her hands on her hips. “And why not?”

“Having her that weak would not be entertaining.” He saw his niece glaring at him. “What? I get bored sometimes. I need the entertainment.”

“Your entertainment is getting in the way of my plans!”

Tykki put up his hands. “Okay, okay. I hear you. I hear you.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“How?” Road frowned at him. Tykki rubbed his forehead.

“Come on,” he said. “What do you want from me?”

“To control the bitch,” Road said. The doctor walked over to his desk and picked up a fresh cigarette. He put it in his mouth and lit up.

“Fine,” the doctor said. “I might have something that could solve your problem.” Road cocked her head.

“What?” she asked. Tykki pulled out a small tablet.

“I have been doing some research on my down time,” he said. “Not really, I had a little help.” He pressed down on the on button. Road walked up to his desk. The small screen lit up in the darkness. Tykki punched in his access code to get on.

“Where did you get this?” she asked.

“Sources,” he said. Road narrowed her eyes.

“And they are?” she asked.

“I can’t tell you yet,” he said.

“And why is that?” Road asked.

“It’s in development,” the doctor said. “We have developed a theory. Angels can still communicate with each other telepathically. Even without their wings.” His niece gave him a strange look.

“How is that even possible?” she asked.

“I am thinking that it is something in the brain,” Tykki said. “I am going to need an angel to experiment on with this.”

“Not with mine!” Road said, frowning.

“Of course not,” Tykki said. “We’ve already got one lined up for that.”

“The top floor?”

“Yes.” Tykki waved his fingers over the screen. A 3-D image of a human brain popped up on the screen. Little colorful dots appeared on the brain. Red, green, blue, yellow, purple, and orange lit against the grey model.

“Look here,” he said. The doctor tapped the screen. He touched a purple dot. A small box of text popped up. Road leaned in for a read.

“Do you know what these are?” Tykki asked.

“Communication centers in the brain,” she said.

“Correct,” he said. The doctor used his fingers to enlarge the image. The purple dot took the form of a crystal-like shape. It didn’t take long for it to start spinning. Road reached out to touch it.

“Angels have different components in the brain,” Tykki said. “We believe that cutting their wings will not damage the ability the communicate to other angels telepathically. That part is in the brain.”

“Okay… how is this going to help me with my problem?” Road asked.

“Ah, this is where we come in,” the doctor said. “We think a little bit of surgery would help out. Take a look.” He tapped the screen and went back to the home screen. Tykki then brought up a video. Road watched as 3-D figures came to life in a blue setting. One sat in a chair strapped down. Another one walked up with a pick in its hand. The standing figure walked over to the seated patient and stabbed them in the eye with the pick.

“So a lobotomy?” Road asked.

“Yes,” Tykki said. His niece gave him an odd look.

“And you’re sure this will work?” she asked.

“We’ll have to test it out first,” the doctor said. He noticed the unconvinced look on his niece’s face. Tykki sighed.

“Look,” he said. “We’re trying something new here. At least watch the tests in three days. On the top floor.” Road snorted.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

“Thank you,” the doctor said. He turned off his tablet.

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