Post by Kumiko on Apr 11, 2007 23:47:03 GMT -5
Greg sat at his desk with his hands on his head. He was exhausted due to not being able to sleep at all last night; he was too worried about Charlotte. He leaned back in his chair to close his eyes when the phone rang.
"Hello?" He said tiredly.
"Greg, it's me." Charlotte said in the same tired voice as him.
Greg got to his feet, "Charlotte?! Where are you?"
"Don't worry. I'm safe at the hotel outside the city."
Greg sighed in relief at he leaned against the best, "That's good..."
"What about you? How are you doing?"
"I'm dead ass tired...," He rubbed his eyes. "Been up all night worrying about you. I heard a couple of the Cerberi escaped and were lose in the woods..."
"I didn't see any."
"That's good. Well, I'm glad you're safe," Greg heard someone walking towards his office door. He quickly looked up to see Mark's silhouette outside. Greg lowered his voice, "Check in with me later...Someone is coming so I gotta go."
"Bye, Greg, and thanks for caring."
"You're my sister...Caring is what I do." With that, he hung up.
Mark entered his office without knocking. He stood there for a second staring at his brother, "You look tired, Greg."
"I am," he mumbled as he sat down.
"You know, Greg...I just looked at the attendance list and do you know who didn't show up this morning?"
"There's hundreds of people enlisted...How should I know?" Greg began to sound aggravated.
"Charlotte." Mark grinned. "Is there something I should know about our sister?"
Greg's heart stopped and he lost his breath for a second. Sweat began to develop on his forehead, "Really...?"
"Yes, quite strange don't you think?" Mark took out his survival knife and began to twirl it. "The day she returns from her first mission and she doesn't show up for training."
"Maybe...Maybe she's just tired..." Greg began to stutter.
"You did talk to her last night. So I guess you'd know." Mark put the knife away and then snapped his fingers. Two of the largest scouts entered the room. Mark closed the door and locked it.
An uneasy feeling overpowered Greg as the two men advanced on him. Each one grabbed his arm and slammed him against the wall. Greg winced in pain; a trickle of blood ran down his chin. Mark stood in front of his pinned brother, "Or you could tell me the truth."
"Truth?" Greg gasped for air, "What truth?"
"Do you really think I'm that stupid? I heard you on the phone before I walked in...You're my sister...Caring is what I do....Charlotte isn't in her room, is she?"
Greg was silent.
Mark became anger and made a fist. With great force, he punched Greg leaving a black eye, "Where is she, damnit!?"
Greg coughed and in a daze said, "I have nothing to say to you..."
"Fine then," Mark huffed. "Take him away. I'll get the answers from him soon enough."
"Hello?" He said tiredly.
"Greg, it's me." Charlotte said in the same tired voice as him.
Greg got to his feet, "Charlotte?! Where are you?"
"Don't worry. I'm safe at the hotel outside the city."
Greg sighed in relief at he leaned against the best, "That's good..."
"What about you? How are you doing?"
"I'm dead ass tired...," He rubbed his eyes. "Been up all night worrying about you. I heard a couple of the Cerberi escaped and were lose in the woods..."
"I didn't see any."
"That's good. Well, I'm glad you're safe," Greg heard someone walking towards his office door. He quickly looked up to see Mark's silhouette outside. Greg lowered his voice, "Check in with me later...Someone is coming so I gotta go."
"Bye, Greg, and thanks for caring."
"You're my sister...Caring is what I do." With that, he hung up.
Mark entered his office without knocking. He stood there for a second staring at his brother, "You look tired, Greg."
"I am," he mumbled as he sat down.
"You know, Greg...I just looked at the attendance list and do you know who didn't show up this morning?"
"There's hundreds of people enlisted...How should I know?" Greg began to sound aggravated.
"Charlotte." Mark grinned. "Is there something I should know about our sister?"
Greg's heart stopped and he lost his breath for a second. Sweat began to develop on his forehead, "Really...?"
"Yes, quite strange don't you think?" Mark took out his survival knife and began to twirl it. "The day she returns from her first mission and she doesn't show up for training."
"Maybe...Maybe she's just tired..." Greg began to stutter.
"You did talk to her last night. So I guess you'd know." Mark put the knife away and then snapped his fingers. Two of the largest scouts entered the room. Mark closed the door and locked it.
An uneasy feeling overpowered Greg as the two men advanced on him. Each one grabbed his arm and slammed him against the wall. Greg winced in pain; a trickle of blood ran down his chin. Mark stood in front of his pinned brother, "Or you could tell me the truth."
"Truth?" Greg gasped for air, "What truth?"
"Do you really think I'm that stupid? I heard you on the phone before I walked in...You're my sister...Caring is what I do....Charlotte isn't in her room, is she?"
Greg was silent.
Mark became anger and made a fist. With great force, he punched Greg leaving a black eye, "Where is she, damnit!?"
Greg coughed and in a daze said, "I have nothing to say to you..."
"Fine then," Mark huffed. "Take him away. I'll get the answers from him soon enough."
