(CVnU Self Contained)The Animati [Part I]
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1944, Germany
Reality unwinds like a spool of matter and two bodies exit the jade green void. "Why here, sir?" Adelaide asks, her luxurious black heels slowly descending into the mud, "What's the strategical value, exactly?"
"I always did admire yuh brash choice of words Addy." The wet dirt ends where a stone path begins, "Though that may have been an era on mah part, mistaking a challenge of authority for adorable earnestness. Since you attempted to steal my empire from my apparent progeny."
Adelaide Winthrop is not a woman to shake in front of danger. Her pointed chin, tightened by ten years of bi-monthly botox injections, rises high while her hands sway loosely at her sides. " You were dead, sir, it was a necessary strategic move. That boy didn't and doesn't know the mechanics of the things we set in motion. If you had left some type of testament other than finances perhaps I could have deemed him a worthy successor to your legacy."
Thomas stops walking, his hands were, but his smile remains unmoved, "Yes, yes. Brash as ever. Though at 68 puhaps it's more of a...crankiness than wit, Hm? Here we are." The uneven stone is segregated by a wooden door frame that pours into a lavish steeple. caramel-colored walls and brass candelabras sit beside a velvet carpet, somehow unstained even though Adelaide heard voices echoing from afar down by the stage. A statue of Jesus weeps over three men and fear slowly rolls up her spine like death's cold hand.
"Sir...Thomas. I have served you well for years, even when it was not in my best interest to do so! Please," she begs. Thomas walks beside her his hands now in his suit jacket pockets with his pinkies exposed. Adelaide couldn't understand why despite her mind's cries for her to run away she followed at his side. Too loyal for her own good. "Don't let this be how I end...I was supposed to be apart of the Animati!"
They approach the stage and Adelaide sees three men. two are bald but the one has a beard, the other is as smooth as an egg, and in the center a handsome, clean-shaven man in yellow. "Adelaide!" he exclaims, "Finally. Why are you...why is she making that face?"
"What face do you mean brothuh?" Thomas steps up beside the man and it was only then Adelaide realized they were, in fact, one in the same. "Oh Ah see now, you mean the look of absolute terror? Ahen..." A coy smile rises beneath his reddish-brown beard.
"Adelaide forgive...me." The man in yellow says glaring at his dapper reflection in Thomas Alpha, "I was immature in those days. You aren't here to die sweetheart," he places a gloved hand on her glistening tear soaked cheek, "You're here to be rewarded."
"ya wanted in on the Animati for years dear, worshipped it and the gospel I preached long past the need to for mah appeasement," Animus Alpha says, "Well, here you are."
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