Chapter 500: Anger Of An Asura
The rest of the time went by in a daze for Laz. He did everything he needed to do, but he was on auto-pilot the whole time. That didn’t stop him from memorizing everything he could about layout, lax points in security or anything that might be beneficial. He still didn’t know exactly what he was going to do... but now the question of not doing anything had been erased from his mind.
After the day, Laz got his real badge and several changes of uniforms which would remain on sight in his locker at all times. They would then be washed and clean by they prison service so that the guards never needed to worry about it. After getting his new schedule, Laz was released for the day.
Millie saw him off and Laz had to resist the urge to hit her considering the way she just innocently smiled about everything. It was only now that Laz understood that Millie was anything but some naive, innocent young woman working as a secretary.
’No. She’s just as twisted as everyone else,’ Laz reminded himself as he waved out his window.
...
As Millie returned to the building after seeing Laz off, she immediately got on the elevator at the end of the hall and instead of going down, she went up to the top floor.
There was only one hallway on this floor and at the end of it was a large, double door. Opening the door without knocking, Millie entered slowly, arriving in a massive office with several doors leading somewhere else and a massive desk sitting in front of a huge twenty foot window that took up the entire wall behind a blonde haired woman who was sitting at the desk and speaking on the phone.
"Yes mam. I know. The tests are proceeding as planned and the information is being sent on a daily basis. Yes, if he requests hourly updates, that is possible as well. Of course, just send me the list of subjects he would like the updates on and I’ll get right too it. Of course mistress Annie, anything you say. Thank you."
The blond hung up the phone and then struck it, causing a flame to appear that melted the plastic phone in an instant.
"Fuck you, you stupid fucking whore... FUCK!"
"Is everything alright mam?" Millie asked, not a sign of hesitation on her face.
Warden McKnight just rubbed her head as she bent over her desk.
"Sure. Of course it is. Sorry to make you take the job of giving out an orientation. Soon as we hire someone else for human resources for the facility you will no longer have to fill it. I still can’t believe we had to eliminate Camille. She was such a nice girl and really good at her job..."
"Well, that’s just what happens when you speak to people you shouldn’t be talking to about things you shouldn’t be talking about."
"Quite right. Anyway, what did you think of the new girl?" The warden asked, clicking through information on her computer.
"It was the new gentleman mam, don’t you remember? Nathan Cross?"
"Oh right. That was today. And?"
"Excellent. I even took him to the basement where he could observe a test."
"On his first day? Didn’t the guidelines recommend waiting until at least the end of the first month?"
"We really can’t wait that long to get someone else down to that floor. As it is, the women we have have been working double shifts and getting quite upset about it. That isn’t a problem as with enough money, they wouldn’t even think of quitting. But the problem is they take it out on the prisoners and the last thing we need are any more accidents or bad press getting out."
"True. Alright. And how did this Mr. Cross do?"
"Passed without so much as a sour look which was kind of what I was expecting considering his background."
"Yes. I see. Mercenary for hire. Cartels. Warlords... Amazing. And yet here he is in this backwater state looking to be a prison guard?" Warden McKnight questioned.
"I looked into that as well. As you can see from the age on his form, he has been overseas most of his adult life and based on what some of our more knowledgeable contacts say, people in that field don’t generally live to a ripe, old age. He just moved to town a few days ago with his daughter so I am assuming he is trying to have a rather quite retirement while spending time with a daughter he never knew? Honestly, considering what I read about him, I didn’t think he would care about a child to that extent," Millie said with a confused look on her face.
"When your entire life has been spent dancing with death, whether it was yours or someone else’s, you gain a rather curious obsession with anyone who could be considered close to you."
"If you say so mam."
"Either way, as long as he won’t be an issue, then so be it. Give him the standard treatment for a week before moving on to the lab. At least this way if he doesn’t live up to expectations, those assholes at corporate can’t say we didn’t follow guidelines."
"Yes mam!"
...
Laz returned to the hotel room where Jill was waiting.
She could tell the minute he walked in the door that he was in a foul mood. While he sat on the bed and dropped his face into his hands, Jill slide up behind him and started rubbing his back and shoulders.
"That bad?" she asked after a few minutes.
"Worse than you could imagine."
"I’m sorry."
"It’s not your fault. It’s my own for going in there just to check things out. I should have already known to expect that. And maybe it wouldn’t have been as bad if I didn’t know the person being tortured, but turns out I do," Laz said, raising his head from his hands and staring out the large window that just so happened to face the direction of the prison, although it couldn’t be seen from where he was.
"Oh my god... is she ok? Were you and her?"
"No. No. Nothing like that. It was more of just a passing thing that happened in New Orleans. But even then, she is someone I know and is connected with more people I know as well. As for her being ok? She’ll live. But that’s probably less of a mercy than one might think."
The more Laz thought about it, the more he could feel it inside of himself, threatening to break through. It was like a deep, dark pit that just casually sat in the background sky of his insides was starting to rumble and groan, as though it was about to open up and let the darkness spew forth.
Laz’s blue eyes started going black.
Laz had never experience anything like this before, but he barely knew it was happening as the only thing Laz really felt was white hot rage.
Arms reached around his back as a figure suddenly slid into his lap, facing him with those pitch black eyes he would know anywhere.
"Easy. We’ve not known you for long, but that kind of feeling you’re giving out and the power behind it was enough to make my other half as me to do something," Dark Jill said, moving Laz’s face down so that he looked at her and stopped looking out the window.
"I don’t know..."
"I know. That kind of anger is something you’ve never experienced before, is it?"
"No..."
"It’s hard to control once you let it consume you. Even more for you since that power behind you letting it out would be... disastrous. There is no way we wouldn’t be noticed if you let that out. So although it hurts, you’ve got to keep it inside. There will come a day when you can let it out... but not now, ok?" Dark Jill said, rubbing her fingers along Laz’s lips.
"How do you know so much about this?" Laz asked, trying to calm down. His heart beat was erratic and even he hadn’t noticed how bad it was until now.
"Do you think I didn’t feel the same way when I was bound, hand and foot and force to give myself over to whatever dirty man happened to come down to see me? And what was worse was that I was too powerless to do anything about it which just made me piss off more."
"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that up for you."
"It’s ok. It’s in the past now. And besides, I’ve got you to protect me now," Dark Jill said with a smile.
"That... and you are no longer weak."
"I’ll always be weak if your around. So protect me, ok?" Dark Jill said, with honey in her words as he hands ran along Laz’s cheeks.
"If I must," Laz said, in a joking manner.
"You’d better. Otherwise, one day, I’ll come for you too!" Dark Jill said, half laughing and half serious.
Then, before Laz could even protest, Dark Jill leaned forward and kissed him on the lips before getting up and running out the door, her hair already turned back to dirty blonde.
She was gone before he could say anything.
’Wait... so which one of them kissed me."
