Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Creation of Devistation ❯ The Lovely Mess ( Chapter 1 )
The Beauty of the troops
By, Victoria Cubbins
Merlina was perplexed, she lay back on the small uncomfortable bed she was permitted and started rubbing her temples.
`Why did he order me to join him for this …this…this…. slaughter?' Merlina sighed in frustration, usually she could see behind anyone's motives, she could meet with a person for a light brunch and by the end know their every twist and turn. But she didn't understand Brolli anymore then she had ever understood Frezia. Then again she never talked to either of them, all she had to go was their gestures, certain phrases they used when she heard them and things they ordered her to do. She was exhausted she kept replaying the conversation in her mind, looking for any clues to what he was planning. There were things that kept popping up as thought, they should mean something yet they didn't.
`Ohhhhhhh what's wrong with me!?' She yelled frantically in her mind, she kept her body calm and refused to go into a temper tantrum. `No I'll be quite content merely to drive myself crazy with out bothering anyone. After all don't want to be a vexation! What's wrong with me, ordinarily I do this without much effort, must be getting old!'
She half grimaced, half smiled, `No such luck I have many years ahead of me, 250 at least.' She looked upon this with bittersweet appreciation. She then stood up and stretched all her kinks out of her body, if she was to be thrown back into the world of destruction then she might as well be comfortable. Perhaps if he didn't notice she could help the other side. It didn't help. With a disgruntled huff and a fierce glint in her eyes she buried her head in her pillow and beat the mattress around her. Merlina may have denied it but she knew what was wrong, life had lost its flavor, simply because at Freezias whim she had lost her freedom.
"You ready in there?" Came a harsh voice from behind the door, Merlina had no idea who it was, nor did she care.
"Soon my lord," she answered mournfully. She looked her self over in the shiny piece of metal in her cell. Checking her multiple bruises she found that they were healing well but marred her once perfect moonlight skin. `All because of someone's whim.' She thought this ruefully before straightening out the rags she wore, doing her best to cover the cloth over her breasts and hips. Having very little luck she managed to form it so that at least her nipples were covered if indeed the brown grimy sackcloth showed more cleavage and thigh than she cared to expose to the world. The door slide open with a screeching halt and Brolli roughly pushed himself in the room.
"Well wiccam are you ready?" he snapped and grabbed her wrist and spun her on the ball of her foot. Merlina knew better then to answer and stared at the floor, praying to Maud that he would state his business and leave. He didn't and continued to remove the small garment with his eyes. She may have been fierce but she was not stupid.
"We're landing…" the large ship hit the ground with a thud, he looked up wistfully, "Now." Merlina took a lung full of air, trying to steady her nerves. `This is not going to be good, what the hell is he planning, and more importantly what the fuck to I have to do with it?'
`Oh dear Merlina you just swore you must be mad," another side of her personality teased her and Merlina could have sworn she heard it giggle.
`Oh shut up,' Merlina snapped. She then shook her head and awaited for what she was to do next, she would bide her time but if she ever got the slim chance that she could gut this crossbiting, cow-tongued, flocth she would sell her soul to do it.
"Anything to say my dear?"
"Nothing my lord," fighting back the sudden urge to throw up at the sound of the oily dear rolling off his tongue.
"Follow me then," He said calmly, though inside he could barely contain the thrill that ran through him. He could use her in more mind games then one, just need to await for the arrival of the his week opposition before he could release his ultimate weapon.