Well, this was supposed to be the end, but the story decided it wanted to be a bit longer. The next (cross your fingers for last) part is already in the works and with any kind of luck it wont take me NEARLY this long. so enjoy, and comments are always much appreciated.
Jason K. Averill
Lucky '13
Lisa woke feeling more refreshed than she had in much to long, her father’s words still drifting around in her head. Parent teacher night was only two nights away. She made herself breakfast, ‘Halloween Jacks™’ in milk. Then made her way to school. As she walked a slackening in the steady rain somehow helped to give her courage in facing whatever trouble she might encounter today. She also knew that soon her father would be home.
The school day wore on as it always did, but at least Mrs. Grubtree was not paying Lisa any more attention than she did the other children (and that meant she really did not seem to care much of one iota about them). The class lesson for the day was something about ProtoMolecular icky things. Lisa did not really understand why they were learning about this, but that was not worrying her. Nothing much worried her now that she knew when her father would be home. Nothing, that is, until lunch.
“Hey li’l Lisa, ” a familiar voice called from behind her seat.
The whole lunchroom was quiet as she stood up and turned around. Billy sneered down his nose at her. A new addition to his rough and tumble outfit, a white undecorated cast on his recently broken arm. Lisa gazed up at him with just a hint of apology in her blue eyes. That look was lost to his next words.
“Ju’z wait’ill t’morow night. M’da’ll Show ya fer what y’ did.” Billy’s voice had an arrogance she had never heard before.
Lisa felt a bit of panic welling within her. “No he wont! MY dad’s going to be there and he’s not going to let anything bad happen to me.”
“So what, m’da’s ah Shiver Sargent ‘n’ he’s the biggest, toughest Shiver in all’a downtown.” A sadistic smile was beginning to creep across his face.
“Yeah? Well, my dad’s a SLA Operative!”
Her mouth opened to say more, but Billy interrupted her.
“My da’ eats ops for breakfast!”
“Well, not my dad, “ Lisa reassured her cause, “he can take on anything.”
“Yeah, well we’ll see?” Billy trailed off as he turned to strut out of the lunchroom.
Lisa sat back down as an unknown sense of foreboding began to take its hold on her.
That night and the next day dragged on with anticipation as she waited to see her father.
School was uneventful before Parent Teacher Night, but Lisa’s sense of dread grew with the length of the day. By it’s end she found herself in the school’s auditorium, on stage with the rest of her class, putting on a play about SLA Industries rise to power and the end of the Conflict Wars. Part of the way through the production, as the child portraying Mr. Slayer was stumbling over the line he needed to sell his SLA-Tech™ to the child playing the head of one of the conflict races, Lisa glanced out to see five new people join the audience. Two of them human, male and female. Two were Wraith Raiders, also male and female. The last was the one who made sure Lisa noticed them, a tall and skinny female who’s charred eyes seemed to light up red. She stood with a smoking fag hanging from her wickedly grinning lips. As she waited to sit an usher came over to ask that she put out her smoke, but one glare sent him cowering away.
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