07-04-2019, 10:27 PM
"What the fuck is that," Helena asked. "Keep rolling, but did he poison the shank? Would they even think to check for that? In this part of the Mediterranean, I'd think they would. I doubt I'd be the first San Finzione to be taken out with a poisoned blade."
The Helena whose eyes they were seeing the memory through turned to see Jeanne, pushing the beverage cart with an admiring smile at her in the background, and she remembered now that she'd seen Jeanne was about to hit the column with the cart a couple of seconds before it happened, but was too distracted by the speech she'd been practicing to shout a warning. She reminded herself not to get distracted again and focused on her assailant, who was off to the side of the memory's field of vision, but still visible.
Then came the crash. Everyone in the group jostled each other as they turned to look, and she saw someone bump the man and the vial drop from his hand and shatter on the ballroom floor. Helena saw it, then looked back to his face. Still, he kept his eyes fixed on her, and didn't look away with the others.
"Well, that's a relief," Sally-Thing said.
"Yeah, I thought this show was going to be shorter," chimed in Cara-Thing.
"I'm really getting sick of you fucks," Helen said to the Things.
Over with Jeanne and the cart, the pops and sparks then began, and Memory-Helena noticed the face that hadn't turned away. Hadn't had any reaction at all to the strangeness that drew everyone else's attention. And that's when she recognized the look. Helena called for another pause.
"The vial broke," she commented. "Half the plan shot to hell right there, so why not abort it? And I'm standing right next to Ramirez; an armed and highly-decorated combat veteran, trained in hand-to-hand combat. He can SEE the damn medals for Marksmanship right there! Any assassin with the slightest bit of survival instinct would call it off and try again another day. What was your escape plan?"
Cara-Thing tried to say something and Helena threw the coffee cup at her.
"I'm thinking here!" She calmed down, a bit more satisfied now. "And I'm thinking there WAS no escape plan. That's why you go through with it as long as you've still got the shank. This was a suicide run!"
She paused. Sally-Thing opened her mouth to speak. Helena interrupted her.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm getting close to something here. Roll the goddamn tape!"
The man stepped forward and charged her. The other tourists turned their attention and cameras back to her. She heard herself shout her command not to move. She'd been off guard and hadn't said it to him alone, but had done it to everyone in the room. Her guard was lost completely when the command didn't work on him, when he didn't even lose a step as he charged. It hit her a few seconds before the blade first pierced her flesh in the memory.
"He didn't freeze because he didn't hear it! He didn't react to Jeanne and the cart because he couldn't hear them either! Because he was deaf!"
The studio audience applauded. A lighted red sign of the sort that usually cued an audience to applaud was now flashing the word "CLUE" at them.
"Yay," said Sally-Thing. "You figured something out. Doesn't seem to have brought you out of this."
"You know," Helena said, standing up and walking over to them. The two Things stood to their full height, as if this were something they'd been waiting for. "if this really is the end, I sure as fuck don't want to spend the rest of it putting up with... hallucinations, inner demons, Anne Coulter's true form under the Human Suit; whatever the fuck you two are, I've had enough of you."
"Me too," said a familiar voice from up in the rafters with the lights. Helena looked up and saw the shapely form of a woman in green hot pants and a grey boob top with two pistol holsters strapped to her thighs.
She jumped off of a scaffold and performed a somersault in the air, drawing the twin USP Match 5 pistols from her holsters and firing multiple rounds at Sally-Thing and Cara-Thing. The slugs pierced their bodies and they collapsed in a pile in front of Helena, which the somersaulting woman landed on with her back turned.
"L... Lara Croft?" Helena asked.
"Not quite," the woman said, holstering both of her guns at the same time and turning so that Helena could now see the now familiar face.
"Hello, Helen," the woman with Susan's face said to her. "I'm Suzy-Q. Things are about to get even weirder, but I assure you that, unlike them, I'm here to help."
The Helena whose eyes they were seeing the memory through turned to see Jeanne, pushing the beverage cart with an admiring smile at her in the background, and she remembered now that she'd seen Jeanne was about to hit the column with the cart a couple of seconds before it happened, but was too distracted by the speech she'd been practicing to shout a warning. She reminded herself not to get distracted again and focused on her assailant, who was off to the side of the memory's field of vision, but still visible.
Then came the crash. Everyone in the group jostled each other as they turned to look, and she saw someone bump the man and the vial drop from his hand and shatter on the ballroom floor. Helena saw it, then looked back to his face. Still, he kept his eyes fixed on her, and didn't look away with the others.
"Well, that's a relief," Sally-Thing said.
"Yeah, I thought this show was going to be shorter," chimed in Cara-Thing.
"I'm really getting sick of you fucks," Helen said to the Things.
Over with Jeanne and the cart, the pops and sparks then began, and Memory-Helena noticed the face that hadn't turned away. Hadn't had any reaction at all to the strangeness that drew everyone else's attention. And that's when she recognized the look. Helena called for another pause.
"The vial broke," she commented. "Half the plan shot to hell right there, so why not abort it? And I'm standing right next to Ramirez; an armed and highly-decorated combat veteran, trained in hand-to-hand combat. He can SEE the damn medals for Marksmanship right there! Any assassin with the slightest bit of survival instinct would call it off and try again another day. What was your escape plan?"
Cara-Thing tried to say something and Helena threw the coffee cup at her.
"I'm thinking here!" She calmed down, a bit more satisfied now. "And I'm thinking there WAS no escape plan. That's why you go through with it as long as you've still got the shank. This was a suicide run!"
She paused. Sally-Thing opened her mouth to speak. Helena interrupted her.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm getting close to something here. Roll the goddamn tape!"
The man stepped forward and charged her. The other tourists turned their attention and cameras back to her. She heard herself shout her command not to move. She'd been off guard and hadn't said it to him alone, but had done it to everyone in the room. Her guard was lost completely when the command didn't work on him, when he didn't even lose a step as he charged. It hit her a few seconds before the blade first pierced her flesh in the memory.
"He didn't freeze because he didn't hear it! He didn't react to Jeanne and the cart because he couldn't hear them either! Because he was deaf!"
The studio audience applauded. A lighted red sign of the sort that usually cued an audience to applaud was now flashing the word "CLUE" at them.
"Yay," said Sally-Thing. "You figured something out. Doesn't seem to have brought you out of this."
"You know," Helena said, standing up and walking over to them. The two Things stood to their full height, as if this were something they'd been waiting for. "if this really is the end, I sure as fuck don't want to spend the rest of it putting up with... hallucinations, inner demons, Anne Coulter's true form under the Human Suit; whatever the fuck you two are, I've had enough of you."
"Me too," said a familiar voice from up in the rafters with the lights. Helena looked up and saw the shapely form of a woman in green hot pants and a grey boob top with two pistol holsters strapped to her thighs.
She jumped off of a scaffold and performed a somersault in the air, drawing the twin USP Match 5 pistols from her holsters and firing multiple rounds at Sally-Thing and Cara-Thing. The slugs pierced their bodies and they collapsed in a pile in front of Helena, which the somersaulting woman landed on with her back turned.
"L... Lara Croft?" Helena asked.
"Not quite," the woman said, holstering both of her guns at the same time and turning so that Helena could now see the now familiar face.
"Hello, Helen," the woman with Susan's face said to her. "I'm Suzy-Q. Things are about to get even weirder, but I assure you that, unlike them, I'm here to help."
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