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Eloi Chapter Two
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Morlocks…
“No, you
cannot kill them!”
Caliban turned baleful eyes on the offending speaker. “She’s right.
Killing them does us no good. It
does not make us better.”
Feral
snarled. “I don’t care,” she said in a
measured tone. “They’re the ones at
fault. Just take them out of the
equation!”
Callisto gritted her teeth and repeated her previous
statement. “You cannot kill them. It would be too much of a mess,” she extemporized,
glancing sidelong at Caliban. He did not react to her rather violent
reasoning but Feral smiled faintly. “Take
Thornn and go over the last tunnel. Check for hatches to the surface.”
The felinoid mutant nodded and disappeared into the darkness,
seeking her sister to carry out the task assigned her. Callisto closed her
eyes and sighed noisily. “They are too
eager. They want blood too readily.” She opened her good eye and fixed the shorter
mutant with a pointed look. “They will
only take excuses for so long, Caliban. Marrow is angry and riling the others. Not all of them will remain so understanding.” She rubbed her clammy palms, a side effect of
being in the damp tunnels, on her pants legs and cracked her neck. “We’re going to have to do something soon.”
“Marrow is
in discussions with Professor Charles Xavier,” Caliban
replied in his usual soft voice. He met Callisto’s eyes with a rueful half-smile. “Or was, rather. She is supposedly among us again, in the
tunnels.”
“Can’t you
tell?” the Morlock leader asked with a shade of
incredulity. “I thought that’s why we
kept you around…”
Caliban smiled gently, less bitterly. Joking like old friends, he thought. Would wonders never cease… He let his awareness open and he inhaled
slowly, sorting through the mental images and sensations that seemed to flood
his mind in an instant. “She is above
us, in one of the minor tunnels. She is
hiding but not from one of us. Not from Eloi…”
Callisto snorted in laughter. “Eloi? Have you been reading that book again? I thought you had stopped because it was too
violent.” She pushed away from the wall
and rolled her shoulders.
“It means ‘shining
ones’ in a very old tongue,” he murmured, not meeting her eyes. “Sometimes, I think it’s the truth. They are the shining ones[1].
We are the dreck.”
“Caliban, stop the self pity or I throw you to the dreck,” she bit out in frustration. “Do you know what happens to the Eloi in the book?
They are as cattle. They exist so
we can survive[2].” Her face was hard with long held rage now,
not directed at him but at those above, those he called the Eloi. “Even Xavier and his pupils are cattle to us.”
The misshapen
man remained silent as his de facto leader stalked past him in the darkness of
the tunnel, her booted feet splashing softly in the residual water, the remains
of a rainstorm from the previous day. He
followed behind her at a distance, within sight but out of arm’s reach. They rounded the first bend in the tunnel and
Callisto paused before deciding to take a narrow
branch, the one leading to the small settlement they were staying in for the
time being. He let her walk in silence
for a moment more before breaking her mood.
“We have one of theirs. They will
work with us if he is endangered.”
Callisto stopped mid-stride and turned to face Caliban, her face neutral.
“We have no hostages.”
He shrugged
eloquently, his expression inscrutable. “No,
no hostage. Not one of our making, at
any rate. We have one of them, a
self-made outcast. He chose to ignore
his control and join us. He cut himself
away from the Eloi to be among us.”
She
stiffened minutely and inhaled. “Spyke.”
“Xavier’s
people will be more the willing to work with us if we promise them Spyke.” He was not
normally devious but he knew a great need was pressing. He would bargain with the only coin they had—a
fallen Eloi. “The
one called Kitty has seen him, as has the winged one, the angel. They know he is alive. They know he is whole.”
Callisto shook her head.
“If they wanted him, they would have taken him then. He reported to me about the visit. They did not even speak to him after the
initial greeting. They have no interest
in him anymore. He is a Morlock now.” She
said the words with a mixture of pride and loathing. She would not have chosen this life, not if
someone had offered her all the riches in the world to do so. Looking at Evan, knowing what he had thrown
away, she felt sick sometimes. “We will not use him for leverage.”
His voice
suddenly forceful, Caliban closed the distance
between them as he spoke. “We need their
help, Callisto.
We cannot fight these enemies alone.
We cannot fight from the tunnels nor will the enemy come to us. We’ve tried. We’ve lost over a dozen this
year alone…will it be more, just to sate your pride?”
She
snarled, a wordless sound filling the stillness of the tunnel. “Do not accuse me of murder, Caliban, even by misadventure. Evan is of no use in this deal and the ground
dwellers want no part of our fight. We
are alone in this. As
it should be!”
He spread
his hands in silent agreement, lowering his eyes as she shot him one last,
harsh glare, and turned to stride on to the settlement. He remained where he stood, ignoring the
dripping moisture and damp air. He
waited and then, as she turned the final corner, called softly, “We will die in
this, Callisto.”
“Then we
will die fighting.”
[1] Means “my
god” or “shining one” in Aramaic
[2] Really. Think about
it.
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