Shadow Crawlers. Part 57.

So the sore throat is gone, yay! It has now moved itself upwards, to my nose. I’m all stuffed up and gross.

Bleh.

I’ve been reading a lot, which is kinda good. Currently going through the Dresden Files series, which I’m enjoying. Though I’m not sure what I’m gonna read once I finish it off.

On with the show!

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Part 1, part 56

Amy sat on her bed, not looking at anything in particular. She could see Grady getting sucked in, no matter what she said or tried to do it wasn’t working. Grady was enjoying the power that she had. Amy didn’t blame her, hell, she enjoyed using Ed too, but she was afraid of having that kind of power. If she wanted she could level an entire city, she didn’t understand how that kind of power didn’t frighten Grady. She had watched one of Grady’s training sessions, when Grady was using Alice. Amy had watched as the “test subjects”, employees of the company and a few paid volunteers, were controlled and forced to do terrifying feats of skill. Had one of them slipped, they could have died. Grady hadn’t hung around afterwards, she didn’t see the people being carried away, didn’t see the woman who could no longer walk, her muscles too sore and abused. Amy had tried to tell Grady about it later, but Grady didn’t listen, telling her that she was overreacting, that they weren’t hurt so it was ok. It was worrying to watch the changes that Grady was going through, to be unable to actually talk to her. Amy had started to wonder if Grady was being drugged somehow, maybe in the food. Perhaps it was just the raw power that she now controlled. Amy had gone along with what Frank had wanted of them, she had participated enthusiastically in all the drills, but she was just waiting for them to let their guards down, then she would leave. Frank had insisted that once they had finished training they could leave of if they wanted, but Amy didn’t believe him. She expected him to betray them. After all, he had done nothing to earn their trust, he had never put himself in a vulnerable position with them, he was always the one with the power, always the one who was safe. Even now, as he claimed to trust them, he kept them prisoner in the building. She just had to build his trust, wait for the right time, then make a break for it. She could get away clean if she did it right. Herself and Ed could hide somewhere, lay low. Amy could use her contacts to disappear, get set up somewhere else, change her name. It would be a pain, but she could get away. So far she had told no one of her plan, she knew she’d have to stop expressing concerns to Grady soon, start to backtrack, tell Grady that she had been wrong, that it wasn’t as worrying as it all seemed. Amy stood from her bed and went to the door, Grady hadn’t been visiting her as much in the last week. She went into the hall and down the short corridor, she knocked on Grady’s door and waited.

 

Grady opened the door, “oh. Hi”

“Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, for how I was acting. I know I was being a bit weird. I’m just not used to things going well.”
Grady smiled, “It’s ok, I get it. I do, I was worried at first, but so far everything seems to be fine. No ones been hurt and we haven’t been in any danger. We’re safe here.”

They talked for a few more minutes, then Amy left, feeling freaked out by Grady’s attitude. She had become malleable. As she went back to her room, Amy wondered if something had happened to Grady, perhaps Frank had done something. As she went inside she wondered why he hadn’t done the same to her if that was the case. It didn’t make sense.

 

Grady sat in her room at the desk, looking at the flickering candle. She moved one hand over it, feeling the heat. She took a slight breath, then blew it out. She watched as the smoke curled lazily upwards. Then, she lit the candle again. She repeated this a few more times before stopping. She was getting hungry now. She could feel it gnawing at her stomach. She picked up the phone and ordered food. While she waited she watched the candle, wishing the fire was bigger. She had already done her training for the day, she wouldn’t have access to Rose until tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to feel the heat and power rushing over her. Frank had promised she could use both Rose and Alice together during the next training session, and he hinted that he’d have a task for them soon. Grady expected it would just be herself going out, Amy still seemed off, though Grady didn’t know why. Frank hadn’t threatened them. Sure they were locked up still, but that was for their own safety, Grady knew that she could accidentally kill people. Frank wanted everyone to be safe, she just couldn’t understand why Amy couldn’t see it yet. Grady shook her head slightly, there was a knock on the door and when she answered, a food cart was rolled in.
Grady started to eat quickly, not bothering to taste the food, she just wanted to clawing in her stomach to stop. When she was done, she lay back on the bed, content. Frank was doing something to her, she was sure of it. She felt different when she was out training, she couldn’t remember how, she just knew it was different, things that Amy had said were right, but now, when she was inside the building, away from Rose and Alice, Grady couldn’t understand why she shouldn’t trust Frank. He could have easily had them both killed, he could stop her accessing Alice and Rose. He was a being kind to them. Wasn’t he? Grady closed her eyes, and soon, she fell asleep.

 

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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