Emmet startled for a second.
Was he brought here on purpose? What for?
He heard his handcuffs rattle against the bedframe and winced as he shuffled without thinking, trying to pull himself further up the bed.
"How do you know who I am?" Emmet decided to ask instead of the obvious bait that Lila was laying out for him.
It wouldn't be best if he simpl did everything that she wanted while under duress, even if she did hold all the cards and Emmet owed her a lot at the current moment. He needed to avoid setting a precedent where he would just play into her hands over and over again. It was his only way forward right now, and he was glad that soon, anyway, he would be healed enough to leave, even if he did require crutches for quite a bit longer as well as a sling on his arm.
"I know everything about you because it's very easy to get practically anything and everything out of your Jasper," she snared back, her face remaining unchanging even if her voice
"I know your Jasper, because one day he threw himself off a cliff, into a valley, near my house.I was playing with insects down there, near the bottom, and I saw him fall out of the sky. He had a leg cast full of technology which included syringes to inject painkillers, medicine, and increased healing factors into him, all monitoring his nerve stimulations remotely to inject those chemicals where needed and for what amount.He claimed, to me and me alone, that he was a time traveller, and he had come here in a time machine, from the future where he had unwittingly created a monster, and had unleashed it upon the world. He cried a lot about what he had done, and he regretted his actions so much that sometimes it felt as if he was drowning the entire room with them.One day, when he thought that he was ready, Jasper left in his time machine, to somewhere back in the future. He wanted to be punished for his actions, and because nobody was going to give that to him
“I kind of hate you, you know that.”Those were the first words of Lila when she arrived later, after 6 PM with another tray balanced on her arm.Emmet had been sat bored out of his mind, stomach growling at the lack of food and throat dry. His head immediately snapped up to look at her, and he was fairly confident that despite her words, she honestly did care for him on some level.Not many of his muscles were atrophied and he retained full motion of his left arm, albeit painfully, after rolling it around in its socket, after sitting up of course. His left leg was also fully functional, as well as the joint, on his right leg, connecting the limb to his torso.It also came to Emmet’s attention that he had a catheter. He was no particularly interested in learning how it was going to be removed at the moment, deciding to put that little tid-bit firmly to the side for now.He did not want to think
"Nighty, Nighty," Emmet's mother used to call out to him, stroking his hair as he laid his head down on her lap, finding comfort in her warmth, finding solace in the quiet."Pyjama, Pyjama," Aunt Minnie called back from where she slept at the side, all three of them laid down on Emmet's mother's double bed.Emmet never understood how Aunt Minnie managed to sleep on her back with her arms crossed, her body completely still save for her shallow, repetitive breaths, forming the beat which his mother's hands followed as she continued to run her fingers through his hair.He had been attempting to grow his hair out, wanting long locks, just like his mother and aunt.He wanted to fit in with them more. He wanted to look more like them, and less like his father. He wanted to show his mother more support. He wanted to show his mother how similar they looked.Emmet had fallen asleep in his mother's lap that night, the sun sinking down against the clear sky t
Emmet wasn't sure when he woke up, finding himself still in the morning handcuffed to his bed and finding Lila sitting across from him, eating her own breakfast as if Emmet didn't even matter.He blinked once and managed to get her attention with that one, minute movement.She blinked back at him in reply and saw that she was wearing the same uniform as she had done before, and the same fuzzy slippers as she did before.She sat with a book open, balanced against the sides of Emmet's legs, reading whatever was on those pages as she ate her breakfast from a bowl.Cornflakes and milk.Of all things, stupid cornflakes and milk.Emmet expressed his negative opinion over her dietary choices by simply repeating back his mental spew that consisted of nothing but repititions of what she ate."Cornflakes and milk," he intoned to her, his face exasperated and aggravated.Lila remained silent, not saying a single word or pausing in her con
Emmet sat there alone in the room for hours, waiting for Lila to return back for more food.He had sat alone in the silence, after she had left, doing nothing for a while.Without his constant work and then his scheming to keep Jasper safe, Emmet had dimly realised that his time with Lila had to be the first long stretch of a part of his life, in a long, long while, that he had been free to allow his mind to go blank.The thought had been pondered on briefly, celebrated for even less, before being summarily dismissed.Lila had taken advantage of it as well.Emmet had asked her a question and she had successfully managed to evade it and leave.Worse still, he was completely at her mercy here.If he ever wanted to find Jasper, then Emmet would need to plan out everything that he needed to do.He needed to keep his head above water and remain calm and steady, throughout everything that was going to happen.He couldn't let L
Number two: Emmet needed to find the location of the time machine and steal it from Lila, as soon as he knew where Jasper was.It would be much better for the time machine to never fall into the wrong hands. It could easily be abused to fit anyone less responsible's desires and wishes, especially because the exact theory of how the universe responded to time travel was unknown, as of yet.The time machine itself contained internal logs of where and when it had travelled from and to. If Emmet was unable to extract a location from Lila, then he would be able to simply search for one through the internal memory of the time machine.He would be able to intercept Jasper before he had even stolen the time machine in the future where he originally came from. He would be able to meet Jasper in the immediate aftermath of their separation.He could even cross his own timeline to have two Emmets exist at the research facility.Crossing his own timeline and ev
"Lunch time! I hope you like repetitive meals," Lila called out as soon as she entered the room, tray propped up on one arm again as she opened the door with the other.She swung her body around with a slight spring in her step, her face more well rested than Emmet had seen her this morning, strangely enough.Emmet looked up and blinked at her, vaguely gesturing the empty bowl that had been finished for breakfast, before putting out his arms for another plate of rice and steamed vegetables, this time carrots, rather than broccoli."We're finishing all this off before I make anything else, so shut up and enjoy it," she continued to keep speaking."I didn't say anything," Emmet replied to her, receiving a wry look of disbelief in return.Her face said it all."Nice acting, mate," she drawled out, sarcastically, " I totally did not see you completely reverse your opinions on what I served since breakfast. Truly, you are a master on your persona
To lose control, Emmet thought to himself, sitting alone on the cream coloured bed, as if it were an island, alone and floating in a vast ocean of turbulent blue, the last vestiges of what could be considered solid where he currently lay down, was a terrible thing."one two three four five..." he counted and timed, as he breathed.His control had not cracked when he was offered the position as facility director. He had maintained his composure and a respectable expression as his person was insulted and his family threatened. He had accepted the position with grace, sacrificing his personal romantic relationships with a calm enough demeanor, standing still and saying nothing as Doctor Johnstone threw weak punch after weak punch, with her shaking, fragile arms, at his unmoving chest.He had not flinched when she called him a heartless bastard, and he was not inclined to