[TheNoir] "The Dark"
- From: MaureenENicks@xxxxxxx
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- Date: Mon, 6 Dec 2004 18:57:53 EST
"The Dark"
By: M.E. Nicks
The meeting with Anita had caused M.E.’s skin to tingle in a way that she’d
forgotten was possible. Granted there was something majorly wrong with this
woman, but that somehow intrigued M.E. There was a darkness to Anita that
radiated from her and as much as M.E. would never admit it, it felt personally
familiar to her. It was a pull she had once felt with Ri, a dark, cruelness
that she’d savored as she and Ri had watched McMiller slowly roast to death
on
the Ninth Circle. M.E. could feel the burn in her belly grow more intense as
she recalled the final fate of the man who had in one night destroyed her
world as she’d known it. It had been that night, the night he had killed
Andrew,
the night he had raped and beaten her, the night he and Section had coast her
her unborn son, that the darkness had settled into her soul.
M.E. entered her quarters and as the light came on around her she began to
peel away the layers of her clothing. She tossed her waist length black leather
jacket on the couch before falling onto it to peeled off her knee high black
leather boots, and then she slowly undid the buttons on her white blouse as
she stood again. She headed to her bedroom, depositing the shirt on the floor
next to her bed, and then walked over to her night stand. M.E. reached into
the pocket of her slacks and pulled out a small jade stone and a small velvet
pouch. She placed them both on the nightstand and then headed for the
shower.
It felt good not to have to worry about saving water. The simplest things
like taking long, hot, hydro-showers had been a luxury on the old ship, but
here
there was no need to be so concretive. Still, M.E. spent a little longer in
the shower then she had planned on but the thoughts of Anita wouldn’t leave
her alone. The spark in Anita's eyes as she played her mind games, the way it
felt when she had grabbed Anita's hair and yanked her head back, the way it
felt to hold for that moment the power in their little dance. M.E. could have
snapped Anita's neck easily and the other woman knew it. Then there was the
way it felt to have Anita pressing the knife to her throat, the pain she felt
when she’d had her arm twisted, and the way it felt to slide the blade of
her
knife down Anita’s cheek.
A heavy moan escaped M.E.’s throat and she found herself resting her head on
her forearm as she pressed herself against the wall of the shower. She stayed
there as she fought to catch her breath and as she waited for the feeling
that her knees were about to buckle subsisted. With pale skin now flushed red
from her shower M.E. made her way back into her bedroom. She sat on the edge
of her bed, wrapped only in a towel, all set to continue what she’d started
in
the shower but stopped when she saw the velvet pouch she’d placed on her
nightstand earlier. She reached over and picked the small pouch up and opened
it. She dumped it’s contents out into her hand and then settled back into
her
pillows.
A ring with a single diamond rested in the palm of M.E.’s hand. Both the
diamond and the platinum had lost their shine over the years, but the
inscription was still readable. Always and only you. It had been the promise
she and
Andrew had made to each other. It had been a promise that couldn’t be kept.
M.E. slipped the engagement ring onto the ring finger of her left hand and
watched as light reflected in the stone. She then took the ring off again and
put
it back in the pouch she’d carried it in since Andrew’s death. She carried
that ring in her pocket everyday although she was no longer sure why, so she
placed it back on the nightstand next to the jade stone Cervin’s late wife
had
given her before her death.
M.E. settled into bed and into a deep sleep. Her dreams were dark and erotic
and she moaned angrily as she was pulled from them by the sound of Anais
calling her name over the comm system. The older woman didn’t say anything
other then she needed M.E. in sickbay right away, and M.E. knew that for Anais
to
call her it was important. M.E. got up out of her warm bed and kicked away
the towel she’d discarded before falling asleep. She pulled a pair of tight
black jeans and an even tighter blouse out of her closest and dressed quickly.
Opting for a pair of heels over struggling with her boots, M.E. threw those on
and then settled her knife and it’s sheath in the waist if her jeans so it
was snuggly against the small of her back. She then pocketed her favorite
little phaser and headed down to sick bay.
“This had better be fucking worth getting me up.” She growled as the turbo
lift doors sealed her in.
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