Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Assassins ❯ A Happy Hollow Home ( Chapter 2 )

Hey there- btw: Aaron is the girl from the previous chap, Tim is the boy she met with and Scryt is the guy in the shadows. Sorry if it was a bit confusing but I meant it to be.

 

 

Aaron rode the elevator up to the top floor of a classy apartment building. Most people would kill to just be in this part of the city, and some did, but her expression was one of complete boredom. The elevator ride was unbearably long due to her dislike of small spaces and elevator music.

 

The elevator dinged when it reached the twenty sixth floor. She would have preferred to live on the thirteenth but this building didn't have one. Not like most other tall buildings which labeled the thirteenth floor as the fourteenth, this building had gone one step farther. The had Plexiglas walls so you could see into the middle of the building and there was no ceiling on the twelfth floor. So there was, literally, no thirteenth floor. That made her laugh. Superstition was always an amusing custom kept by the human race.

 

The elevator doors opened to a sight that would have made most people jump in fright and hope it was April Fools Day. In front of her there was a door. Not a door at the end of the hallway; just a door right on the other side of the elevator's metal sliding doors. Aaron wasn't surprised at all and unlocked the door with her key.

 

She stepped through the frame and quickly swept the stylish penthouse apartment with her eyes and listened hard for heartbeats. `Good.' She thought, `Alone.' The place extremely modern and welcoming. She stepped into the living room, bypassing the large T.V. amazing stereo system and impressive movie collection. The sofas looked inviting, huge, soft and a dazzling shade of white. The pillows on them were green and they contrasted well with the midnight black carpet. Tables stood next the sofas and in convenient places around the room, made of cherry wood, upon them where several lamps. None of this was taken in as Aaron stepped through the room and into her bedroom.

 

She had the master bedroom. The room had a similar color scheme to the living room except that the white had been swapped out for red. The room was sophisticated and tranquil. It was also custom made. Screens served as windows, each serving a unique purpose, most more high-tech and expensive than NASA's. There were 20 in all, not included the five that fell from the ceiling in a control panel like formation, when you pressed a button near the bed.

 

Aaron walked over to the bed, sat down, and started getting undressed. She removed a soft gray tee shirt that hugged her curved, then a this black layering wife beater, then a thin white cami. “Curse fashion these days.” She said out loud. She took of her bra, black chucks and socks, and black jeans. A couple of bracelets and necklaces and some earrings later and she was stark naked. She left the clothes in a heap beside the bed, unconcerned about the mess.

 

She walked into a large bathroom. It was beautiful and relaxing but she had no tension to relax. She stepped into the shower and let the water run down her body. She washed herself and hair. She didn't linger in the shower and toweled off.

 

Aaron returned to the bedroom and frowned when she saw the clothes still upon the bed. The room was getting lazy. Lately she actually had to tell it what to do. `Wait,' she thought, `there is artificial intelligence yet. Man, there might be some cool toys out there but I still have to command the stuff.' She made a mental note to remind Alex to get back to work on the AI stuff.

 

She laid down on the bed, pressed the button, and the control panel flipped down from the ceiling. “Pichi.” She called out. “Yes?” a voice answered. It was like a child's voice but it lacked true emotion. “The clothes on the floor.” She said testily as if it was the computer's fault for not thinking of it. The voice did not respond angrily or indignantly but rather gave a cheerful and obedient, “Right away.”

 

Aaron returned to her computers, putting on a headset that came with them. She flipped out the computer manually instead of instructing the computer to do so itself. The center screen was the largest of the five and displayed what looked like a homepage on standby. It was black but in the center a small revolving logo read “GCVMC”. This monitor displayed this apparently useless page while the others flipped from display to display. Among the blur there where images of maps, congressmen in meetings, articles and complicated schedules. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shape raising out of the wall, the shape of a human nose, followed by the shape of human cheekbones and forehead. It looked as if a human was trying to walk through some manner of this stretchable material. Torso, arms, hands and legs followed through and a white figure stepped through the wall. She nodded to it and it bowed deeply. It walked to her clothes, stooped to pick them up and walked from her room, presumably to the laundry room but she had never had the urge to follow one of them or enter the laundry room.

 

The thing returned, bowed again and walked back into the wall, melting back into blank wall slowly.

 

Aaron looked at the screens again and used the four side computers at once. She seemed to be designing something. Suddenly a figured flickered into existence at the end of her bed. At the moment it was just light. She changed it's skin color, eye color, hair color and height. She flipped between two preferences until she realized she could change it later on. When she was done, she solidified it.

 

It looked at it's arms in amazement. “Master?” it said.

 

She looked up at the stunned creature, standing at the end of her bed.

 

“Aaron.” She corrected. It was as close to a living thing she create at the moment. Alex might be the major inventor but she could create AI on a small scale on her own. If it had a will of it's own, it had no true master.

 

“Aaron?” it asked again.

 

“Mm?” she answered already returning to work. A couple of CIA agents had gotten themselves lost in an enemy base in some for off classified country. She was hacking into blue prints and pulling up maps as well as breaking codes for the smug agents. Their leader would probably be given a medal for quick thinking and bravery and all that crap because she was getting them out alive. “All in a day's sacrifice.” She thought.

 

The creature spoke again. “Am I…a girl?”

 

Aaron shook her head. The creature had the appearance of a human girl of about 13 or so with temporary long black hair, dark skin and startling green eyes. “Something close to it.” She answered cryptically.

 

The creature was silent and still for a couple of minutes. “I'm not human.”

 

Aaron didn't respond, trying to calculate pi's 1000th digit. The creature took that as a confirmation. She tried to think what she could be. She wasn't real, she decided, a computer program.

 

“I'm a computerized maid.” She told Aaron. Her tone pleaded for destruction, deletion. She was a horrible monster, an experiment, an abomination. She should be destroyed. She was evil and should be killed. Termination.

 

Aaron looked up from her computer programs, slightly amused. “You wished to be terminated?” she asked it.

 

It nodded and said, “I should be.”

 

“That you have an opinion on the matter proves you wrong. Especially if I disagree. I need you.”

 

The creature's eyes widened slightly as she realized that her creator was right. She had a disagreeing opinion which meant she had formed her own opinion. She had personality, opinions, dreams and hopes.

 

As these relationship hit her another thought formed in her mind. `What am I?' This was a thought that send her reeling. She had no memories besides her birth to draw on, no observation of human behavior or any other species.

 

The only person to ask was Aaron. “Aaron?”

 

“Mm?”

 

“What am I?”

 

Aaron looked up again. The creature was still standing in the exact spot that it was created in. She doubted it would ever move if she didn't tell it to.

 

She put the headset back and let the computers flip back up and into the ceiling. She patted the bed beside her and the creature moved towards the bed. Unused to having any form at all, it's movements were sluggish and unpracticed like a baby in a grown up's body.

 

 

 

 

Sorry. Writer's Block. Here's the end of the chapter.