Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 17:12:10 GMT -5
MEMORY LOG N° 063
And of course everything went to hell in the course of some minutes. Quartz has made truth of his word and utterly destroyed the landlord’s son, giving him so severe a beating that he just ran away to hide his bleeding broken face from everyone at the mansion. The rich boy screamed that it would not end there, that when his father returned home he would tell everything that happened and that the delinquent kid would be dead by night. He and, like the rich boy said, “that slut sister of his”. Amethyst just went into hiding when the shit had hit the fan, bursting into tears while blaming herself for all that mess. If she hadn’t been stupid, if she hadn’t considered herself all too smart and all too knowing of what was best for her and her brother none of this would have happened. And now they wouldn’t only lose their job and their place to sleep, but even their lives would be at serious risk if the landlord’s son were to fulfill his promise to order their deaths in vengeance for the broken nose. And of course the rich boy would go that far, for he was petty and egoistical and had all the worse traits associated with rich people.
Quartz just stormed out of the mansion after the whole debacle, telling his sister that he would take a walk to clear his mind, but while he had just ran away to forget the consequences, the girl was left in a state of concern and despair where she could only cry and expect the worse when night came. Having all her options exhausted, she decided to go for the last absolute resort and go face to face with the landlord’s son and should it come to the worst of the worst she would even consider pleading for the life of her brother.
Amethyst didn’t take too long to find the rich boy, for she was one of the few that knew where he would go whenever he felt sad or angry and just wanted to run away from everyone. He told many things to her, personal things and secrets, many things to won her confidence and gain power through her, and she felt for every one of his games. Anyway, she found the landlord’s son by the cliffs beyond the mansion, the most isolated place that he knew that were still part of his father’s domains. He immediately noticed someone appearing and disturbing his quiet moment, and to make things worse it was just the last person he wanted to see in the whole world on that moment. At least the feeling was reciprocal.
– What do you want? – He didn’t even try to hide his rudeness.
Looking him in the face after all that was hard. Very hard. Seeing him by the fence on the edge of the cliff made her think on how easy it would be to just push him and get this over with, but this was something that she couldn’t. Not that she wouldn’t, but the common sense dictated that she shouldn’t. Trying to find anything to say was more difficult than just lash all her rage on him or throw her pride and plead for a second chance, but none of this options would help her case. She needed to be brave. She needed not to say anything stupid.
– Was it all… A lie? – Her words almost choked in her throat.
– What are you talking about? – The indifference on the voice of the boy was clear.
– Everything. The marriage, the promises, the time you said you loved me. Was it all a lie?
And the rich boy just burst into laugh.
– Come on, you really felt for it? I’ve taken you for some gold digger bitch all the time, but you REALLY believed any of the stupid shit I said to you?
Seeing his laugh only rubbed salt in her wounds. Had her own feelings of shame not sufficed, the bastard would still ridicule her in her face and call her an idiot for falling for such stupid lies. And maybe she really was this idiot for all she gave to him without any guarantee that he would fulfill his part of the agreement. Maybe she really was this idiot for sacrificing her own happiness and pride to help her brother in something he even didn’t asked. And just by looking at the landlord’s face she felt sick of herself. Just by remembering his smile, his touch, his smell. She felt sick, ashamed, and truly the biggest idiot of the whole world.
All that she wanted was to ask why would he do that with her, but she was not that stupid. She knew it would only bring more laughter and that he would throw in her face how he did that just because he could, how he was the son of the owner of all that lands while she was only a dirty servant without even a place to lay dead. He would talk how the difference in power was clear and she could as well be a possession of his if we wanted that he wouldn’t be telling a lie. The girl knew her place, so she dared not to ask that. Instead, she went straight to the point.
– So… What of us? What of me and my brother?
Again she heard laughter.
– What do you think, you idiot? An example must be made, otherwise everyone would see me as a weakling. You both will pay, you stupid bitch. Pay for thinking you could even dare to raise a hand against me!
Again with that sick laugh. Again with that fucking stupid tone. And after throwing her pride in her garbage, after humiliating herself and giving all to someone who would only treat her as a tool for his amusement, she couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t even think rationally, let alone ponder about any consequences of her act.
– Wait, wait, what are you doing? You’re getting too close!
And then she smiled.
Quartz would return to the mansion shortly before the nightfall, had already studied the best escape routes of the village should the worst come to pass and he and his sister really needed to run for his lives. What he found, however, was the mansion in complete chaos. For what he heard, the landlord’s son was victim of a tragic accident and fell to his death while strolling the cliffs beyond the mansion. His family was in a state of complete shock, scolding the servants for letting him wander alone by such dangerous places, but no servant even knew of that habit of his. And in the middle of that confusion the delinquent boy found his sister, as shocked as the other guys with that sudden happening. Her eyes were red, signaling intense crying, and she was trembling. He, on the other way, couldn’t give a sincere fuck about that. The boy was a piece of shit and was threatening to order their deaths by the night, so maybe all that was for the best?
– Hey sis… Such luck, huh?
She laughed faintly. Yeah, such luck.
Again with a strange recording, and again with nothing about Red Ribbon or Commander Red. At this point, the android would just give up trying to search for something relevant on her memory logs and look for an external font of information who would certainly prove more useful in her quest for the dragon balls and the restoration of the great order. Maybe she could use that thing called “internet” to see if she could find something there, or maybe she could try to communicate with the asquerous locust-like dog thinghie and discover if it knew anything important. It was Red Ribbon, just like her. Its purposes were certainly noble.
The mere existence of the ugly dog, however, raised a more important question: how many were the creations of Red Ribbon? Could that be that out there in the universe existed others like her and the blue roach-thing? Could that be that somewhere, sometime, she had something that she would call a “family”?
Her directives couldn’t explain why this concept seemed so important to her.
And of course everything went to hell in the course of some minutes. Quartz has made truth of his word and utterly destroyed the landlord’s son, giving him so severe a beating that he just ran away to hide his bleeding broken face from everyone at the mansion. The rich boy screamed that it would not end there, that when his father returned home he would tell everything that happened and that the delinquent kid would be dead by night. He and, like the rich boy said, “that slut sister of his”. Amethyst just went into hiding when the shit had hit the fan, bursting into tears while blaming herself for all that mess. If she hadn’t been stupid, if she hadn’t considered herself all too smart and all too knowing of what was best for her and her brother none of this would have happened. And now they wouldn’t only lose their job and their place to sleep, but even their lives would be at serious risk if the landlord’s son were to fulfill his promise to order their deaths in vengeance for the broken nose. And of course the rich boy would go that far, for he was petty and egoistical and had all the worse traits associated with rich people.
Quartz just stormed out of the mansion after the whole debacle, telling his sister that he would take a walk to clear his mind, but while he had just ran away to forget the consequences, the girl was left in a state of concern and despair where she could only cry and expect the worse when night came. Having all her options exhausted, she decided to go for the last absolute resort and go face to face with the landlord’s son and should it come to the worst of the worst she would even consider pleading for the life of her brother.
Amethyst didn’t take too long to find the rich boy, for she was one of the few that knew where he would go whenever he felt sad or angry and just wanted to run away from everyone. He told many things to her, personal things and secrets, many things to won her confidence and gain power through her, and she felt for every one of his games. Anyway, she found the landlord’s son by the cliffs beyond the mansion, the most isolated place that he knew that were still part of his father’s domains. He immediately noticed someone appearing and disturbing his quiet moment, and to make things worse it was just the last person he wanted to see in the whole world on that moment. At least the feeling was reciprocal.
– What do you want? – He didn’t even try to hide his rudeness.
Looking him in the face after all that was hard. Very hard. Seeing him by the fence on the edge of the cliff made her think on how easy it would be to just push him and get this over with, but this was something that she couldn’t. Not that she wouldn’t, but the common sense dictated that she shouldn’t. Trying to find anything to say was more difficult than just lash all her rage on him or throw her pride and plead for a second chance, but none of this options would help her case. She needed to be brave. She needed not to say anything stupid.
– Was it all… A lie? – Her words almost choked in her throat.
– What are you talking about? – The indifference on the voice of the boy was clear.
– Everything. The marriage, the promises, the time you said you loved me. Was it all a lie?
And the rich boy just burst into laugh.
– Come on, you really felt for it? I’ve taken you for some gold digger bitch all the time, but you REALLY believed any of the stupid shit I said to you?
Seeing his laugh only rubbed salt in her wounds. Had her own feelings of shame not sufficed, the bastard would still ridicule her in her face and call her an idiot for falling for such stupid lies. And maybe she really was this idiot for all she gave to him without any guarantee that he would fulfill his part of the agreement. Maybe she really was this idiot for sacrificing her own happiness and pride to help her brother in something he even didn’t asked. And just by looking at the landlord’s face she felt sick of herself. Just by remembering his smile, his touch, his smell. She felt sick, ashamed, and truly the biggest idiot of the whole world.
All that she wanted was to ask why would he do that with her, but she was not that stupid. She knew it would only bring more laughter and that he would throw in her face how he did that just because he could, how he was the son of the owner of all that lands while she was only a dirty servant without even a place to lay dead. He would talk how the difference in power was clear and she could as well be a possession of his if we wanted that he wouldn’t be telling a lie. The girl knew her place, so she dared not to ask that. Instead, she went straight to the point.
– So… What of us? What of me and my brother?
Again she heard laughter.
– What do you think, you idiot? An example must be made, otherwise everyone would see me as a weakling. You both will pay, you stupid bitch. Pay for thinking you could even dare to raise a hand against me!
Again with that sick laugh. Again with that fucking stupid tone. And after throwing her pride in her garbage, after humiliating herself and giving all to someone who would only treat her as a tool for his amusement, she couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t even think rationally, let alone ponder about any consequences of her act.
– Wait, wait, what are you doing? You’re getting too close!
And then she smiled.
Quartz would return to the mansion shortly before the nightfall, had already studied the best escape routes of the village should the worst come to pass and he and his sister really needed to run for his lives. What he found, however, was the mansion in complete chaos. For what he heard, the landlord’s son was victim of a tragic accident and fell to his death while strolling the cliffs beyond the mansion. His family was in a state of complete shock, scolding the servants for letting him wander alone by such dangerous places, but no servant even knew of that habit of his. And in the middle of that confusion the delinquent boy found his sister, as shocked as the other guys with that sudden happening. Her eyes were red, signaling intense crying, and she was trembling. He, on the other way, couldn’t give a sincere fuck about that. The boy was a piece of shit and was threatening to order their deaths by the night, so maybe all that was for the best?
– Hey sis… Such luck, huh?
She laughed faintly. Yeah, such luck.
Again with a strange recording, and again with nothing about Red Ribbon or Commander Red. At this point, the android would just give up trying to search for something relevant on her memory logs and look for an external font of information who would certainly prove more useful in her quest for the dragon balls and the restoration of the great order. Maybe she could use that thing called “internet” to see if she could find something there, or maybe she could try to communicate with the asquerous locust-like dog thinghie and discover if it knew anything important. It was Red Ribbon, just like her. Its purposes were certainly noble.
The mere existence of the ugly dog, however, raised a more important question: how many were the creations of Red Ribbon? Could that be that out there in the universe existed others like her and the blue roach-thing? Could that be that somewhere, sometime, she had something that she would call a “family”?
Her directives couldn’t explain why this concept seemed so important to her.
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