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"...And must be willing to endure light humor," the young woman said, typing away like mad on her black wireless keyboard, her eyes glued, true to her strange and never wavering nature, to her fingers as they skittered endlessly over the keys, pausing to glance up, rapidly hit the 'Backspace' button, re-type, sometimes going back and repeating this process again and again. With a broad smile, she looked over her post again and felt proud that she had stuck to her call for help. She doubted she would recieve any reply, and she certainly doubted that there would be anyone on that train, whether there on purpose or accidentally, but she couldn't help hoping beyond all hope.
Her right arm gave a very painful twinge, bringing to mind the last, and possibly most painful, lashing she had received from the Panel so far. It wasn't her fault she was powerful and had no control. All of her Creations were accidents. She had just written a book and a few stories, that's all.
She winced visibly at that thought. Yeah, but the Panel never would see it that way. The bruises and burns and scars proved that. It made her close her eyes and long for home... Tears started to burn her eyes as she remembered what shouldn't be remembered...
"Mistress, you spelled 'Connecticut' wrong..." a soft voice said over her shoulder, making her jump as she looked over her shoulder at the tall blonde man. Handsome and kind, Adrian was one of a pair of twins, almost identical to his brother, Alex. But delving closer into their pasts and interests revealed two completely different men, her Devil Twins.
Blinking away the fresh tears, she gave a trembling smile and turned her attention to the error, correcting it and glancing over it again before clicking 'Post'.
Adrian smiled gently at the young woman. Sometimes he worried about his Creator, but didn't have the heart to tell her. She was so proud of herself, about how independent and strong she was, when he saw how fragile and alone she really was. They all saw it. His smile widened as he thought of Vaughn, the tall, dark, and handsome man that doted on the young woman. He was the most painfully aware, perhaps, of the delicacy of her situation, and probably knew it was best not to let her know... It was just too cruel...
His icy blue eyes followed Cassandra as she got up from her simple desk, her brocade gown sweeping the floor as she stepped to the large window, looking out over the bleak landscape, noting how it looked like rain and wondered if she should have warned about the rain...
"Don't worry, Adrian... We'll have reinforcements tomorrow...They'll see it and they'll know to heed the call... They will know... They will come... They have to..." she whispered softly as she watched the first drops hit the glass panes.
The words she left unsaid were likely the most haunting, as they hung in the air, unsaid by either but equally understood. I don't know what we'll do if they don't...
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