| From: | Jett zmjett@*********.com |
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| Subject: | Captive Audience |
| Date: | Thu, 17 Jun 1999 18:48:59 -0400 |
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+++++vid prs45.vid
The scene: the mock bedroom/prison cell holding Jett. Jett herself is in
rough shape: her hair a tangled mess, her normally pale face white like
paper and drawn with pain, her eyes twin black voids. She sits against
the headboard, arms crossed over her chest and staring at the wall.
She's still dressed in only a torn t-shirt and black lace underwear,
both liberally bloodstained.
The scene changes when the heavy steel door opens with a hard clanking
sound. A tall, slender young man, dressed in black, comes in with a
bundle of clothes. He looks at the untouched tray in the cell, then at
the wraith sitting on the bed. "You should eat. You need your strength."
He puts the bundle down, watching her carefully, every move cautious but
appraising. His gaze lingers on certain parts of her well-toned body:
Jett IS a beautiful woman, or would be if not for the empty-eyed, pale
and drawn face, a death's head visage. "I brought you some clean
clothes."
Jett's only response is an upraised middle finger.
The man lingers, uncertain. He apparently, judging by the black hair and
lanky build, is Umbra, the black-masked man from the video footage of
Jett's capture. His face is young, uncertain, no older than his early
twenties. No older than Jett, although her face is older, harder,
changed by a difficult life and the things she's seen. "It's here if you
want to change..." He pauses again. "You should try to eat something.
You've been unconscious..."
Jett finally, slowly turns her head to the young man, faint blue light
like gas flames glowing at the pits of her eyes. "Fuck you," she says
slowly, deliberately, her voice gravelly from pain, thirst, and days of
disuse. "You let me out of here, or I start doing things that would make
the Exorcist look like saturday night at the movies."
The man takes a step back, something disturbed in his dark eyes, and
Jett laughs, a chilling sound. "Tell your friend the hyena-man that he's
first on my list. Every moment I'm sitting here, I'm waiting and
planning." She smiles, white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the
room. "One of you has gotta fuck up sometime. And when you do..." she
draws one hand across her neck in a cut-throat movement.
The young man looks away from her, then hurries out, the heavy steel
door slamming shut behind him. Jett tips her head back and laughs,
presumably amused by the flicker of fear in his eyes. ]<<<<<
-- Sec System <18:47:41/06-17-60>
