Just Below The Suface
“What is that?”
“Something’s wrong!”
“My baby, my baby, where is she. Is she alive?!”
“Yes, but she shouldn’t be...”
“What do you mean? Give her to me!”
“She’s defected, she needs attention.”
“Get her out of here!”
“GIVE HER BACK! My baby, my baby girl...”
“Lie down! Doctor, she’s resisting!”
“Sedate her, take the child away!”
“Lucida! LUCIDA!”
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“I had yawned as another scuba diver placed a tongue depressor in my mouth. It tasted bland, you know, like everything else here. Then, Amazing I heard through the glass. I wondered if they would clap soon, usually the newbie scientists did, and I’d wave and smile through the aquarium like a good little freak impressing the circus audience. And if one of them asked some cheeky question or wished to tell me a water related joke, I’d smile brightly and respond;
“I hope my physical presence explodes the nerve endings in your brain. I’m quite the anomaly you know, very complicated.”
Apparently the scientists didn’t like that and apparently the newbies never got the joke. Quite sad really, I expected better from the world’s leading marine and childbirth and water related scientists and engineers. But, I suppose that’s what happens to someone who’s completely created out of water.
Entirely.
They label me the lost cause, or mutant, shoulda-never-beena, the mermaid (which I still don’t understand); I find it quite hilarious, the minds these people have and they still call themselves graduates, scientists, thinkers. Cracks me up every time. Then the diver motioned for me to stand in order to measure my height, I’ve told him it hasn’t change in years but I obey nevertheless. They never do ask for my weight, a bit difficult to discern since every time they try to place me on a scale, on dry land too the imbeciles, I trickle into a nice puddle on the floor. Once the janitor mopped me up, they couldn’t find me for months! Sadly that’s usually the most exciting thing that ever happens around here, it’s not like they let me talk to any of the other subjects, but I suppose talking to you creatures is... No, there isn’t a word for it, none of you know anything I’m saying nor have the mental capacity to communicate, out of my sight!”
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Lucida sighed as she waved off the curious school of clown fish that had come her way. Pathetic, she thought, forceful enough to send a wave through the other minds and loud enough for the fish to pick up the thought as the water pulsed a wave to the other invertebrates’ minds to hear. If they had the brain to understand her telepathy, they would’ve debated whether or not the comment was directed to them or herself. Instead they swam away, scared of the water making the dreaded swish swish sound, similar to that of an oncoming shark. At least the sharks were interesting, she would hear at least some intellect: “Meat!” or “Yum yum!” Lucida rolled her eyes and banged her head against the aquarium glass, annoyed by the sound and lack of pain. Of course I get to sound every bit of human, yet I can’t feel like one? She closed her eyes tight, waiting to awake with the reflexes of a sting ray and the stealth of a barracuda to make up for the scientist’s hindsight that she was indeed part aquatic part human. If only she could be water all the time, life would be simpler. Lucida’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of annoying bubbles cracking her patience. Divers.
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Area 51 was a very patient organization; moreover, an organization that never existed, nor ever did exist, nor ever will, so speaking of the beings it houses—Extra Terrestrials, Mermen, Bigfoot, the Lockness Monster, and the occasional anomaly— seemed futile since these things that don’t exist never existed in a non existent organization so lets just stop talking about it.
Again, a very patient society.
Those who run it are just as nonexistent and nameless as the area, so, lets call them Doctor X, General X, and President X. They deliberate, the counter, but, most of all, they argue.
“No the tanks are supposed to go here!” A hefty rectangle of a man jabbed his sharp finger through the area’s blueprints.
“Are you suggesting we knock down a complete research facility?” Wrinkling his nose, the small, bespectacled lab coat readjusted his glasses and cocked an sardonic eyebrow at the military baboon.
“I’m saying we make more room!” General spat,
“And I’m saying we’re already losing our funding...” the President wheeled about in his plush chair, growing tired of these antics between health and defense.
The General narrowed his eyes, excuses were not his forte; “Alright, how do you suppose we fight off those... things if they get loose?”
President’s eyes flashed, and a shadow of a smirk followed, as if entertained by the idea of such a accusation. Composing himself, his features darkened in reply; “They won’t get loose.”
“How do you—?” But the Doctor was cut off.
The President stood, his slim outline rather enhanced by his dark figure looming over the stocky physician. He repeated as if he were instructing a child that Santa Claus does not exist; “They. Won’t. Get. Loose.”
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Things were left at that, until of course another important issue comes along that actually needed their attention. The three X’s never unanimously agreed to an issue, whether good or bad. It’s when they do that scares the rest of the faculty, because when something’s decided in a nonexistent society, things tend to go very wrong...
“Everyone is supposed to be in a separate cell for their own undisturbed analysis,” explained the Doctor, wiping the sweat from the brow as he reiterated how critical it was for the subjects to be completely isolated, despite past suggestions at creating a super gene pool.
"I suppose this would prevent skirmishes,” agreed General, although he was prone to mayhem, it certainly wouldn’t come from inside the base.
They both turned the President, who, although deliberated among the two, had the final say. After setting the first ball in motion to a Newton’s cradle, he concurred; “Keep everything apart, no thing should collaborate with another, they can’t know what this place is.”
And so it was, everything split from human or monster contact. Nothing but the holding cells and the life needed to sustain such cell.
Thus, when talk came from Lucida killing one of her divers, her arm had morphed into an elongated icicle that impaled him because he regarded her a few pounds heavier than normal when water usually remains the same, the X’s had to deliberate.
President sighed, strolling around his office as he usually did when mistakes occurred; “How many books was she given?” He asked, staring at his own bookcase for inspiration.
Immediately Doctor began to sweat; “Excuse me?”
“Donations, to the shelters,” President snapped, turned to face his stocky associate, “a misshape of books came here instead, I assume you gave them to some of the subjects in order to further their literacy...”
“Yes, but she read books on sailing, water-life, sea animals, and moreover fantasy,” Doctor answered too quickly, as a usual physician does when trying to reassure a patient.
President glanced at the books once more; fantasy, how he despised adolescence; “Don’t tell me she read the Artemis Fowl series...”
“...”
“Doctor!”
Doctor bumbled defensively, as if saying Lucida’s disease was her fault and not his for preventing it. “We did not know she would take on such a persona!”
President waved off his hand; “Never mind, the point is she knows too much of the outside world.”
Doctor stared at his superior, he never liked the answer he got from such a frequently asked question; “Are you suggesting we kill her?”
He paused, letting a smile rip over his face. President rather liked Lucida, she was rare and very expensive; “Too simple, uneducate her,” he challenged.
“Wait, what?” Doctor gaped.
“Reverse her,” President suggested as if he were picking out the color decor for his office walls; easy, simple, doable. “You’ll figure it out, and do the same for the rest. We don’t need more mistakes because you were charitable,” he made the virtue sound like a sin.
Doctor hesitated, he was only ever asked to give his professional opinion, never volunteered; “Sir, they may not look like humans, but they are, they just don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’ not the one who’s supposed to look at their insides now is it, Doctor?” President snapped.
Doctor gave out a final sigh and looked downwards. “... Yes, right away.”
Upon the physician’s leave, President directed himself to, hopefully, a competent associate. “As for the defenses, extra guards, nothing will enter her aquarium unless I say so.”
General hesitated, not in the mood to be dismissed. “I doubt she could do much harm, she’s just a bunch of molecules in the dry world, nevertheless the order is already fulfilled,” he reasoned.
The President took a moment to taste the General’s words, as if he were testing wine. So rich, so sweet, so deceiving. His eyes narrowed as he reflected on his country’s misshapes. He spat the wine out. "A bunch of molecules, General, in the right places can cause the upmost destruction. Additionally, put her in the box for a month. She’ll learn. Goodbye now.”
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The box had been a blueprint designed in the 1970’s for environmentally safe aquariums for the riches’ pets. Three feet all around, it could hold any type of water creature, salt or fresh, while maintain its natural temperature, lighting, and food dispersion to the point where the owner wouldn’t have to do anything at all. Lucida liked to call it a cube, a philosophical debate no one else but her cared to participate in. The box was psychologically meant to scare her when placed inside, like a surprise waiting to be opened or a room ready to be shut. Although completely clear, the box could hold anything inside, and once inside, nothing could get back out without the master of the key who placed them there in the first place. It was a Chinese finger lock, the more you struggled against it, the longer you stayed inside. Work with it, and you’re free; however, no one has seemed to figure that out yet.
Of course when Lucida retracted her knife-like arm and saw the plumes of bright red blossom about the aquarium, attracting some very curious sharks, she knew she had done a seemingly naughty thing. The other diver reacted and swam above, away from a similar fate. Lucida rolled her eyes and slumped her head against her propped up elbow. “If you’ve got nothing nice to say, don’t say it at all,” Lucida said, summing up the moral of the story without actually agreeing to it. Sure, the joke hadn’t been a joke at all but a lie and a few or so extra pounds, but it had been intelligent talk nonetheless. They researched, they say things aloud they shouldn’t, and, if they weren’t so scared of her telepathy, Lucida would be able to really talk to them. But, they shut her out, like every other subject, scientist, and superior who passed her glass. Look but don’t touch. Smile but don’t speak. Alone again, maybe Lucida should’ve rethought her brashness...
A whoosh sounded from the heavens as she hoped a ray of gold would envelope her and take her away from this place as it had in the mythologies she read. Instead a nylon net encased her, weaved so tightly that, when on dry land, her water surrogate would be completely encased. “The cube then, no?” No one disagreed with her as her final words were sucked out of her like her original form from the water. She felt herself ripple as she drew near the surface, then collapse into the familiar puddle when reaching the dry world. Lucida only reformed when dumped into the cube. Ducking and hugging herself was the only way to sit in such a cramped space. “I suppose now wouldn’t be a good time to let on how claustrophobic I am, huh?” She drawled.
“No.” Came from one of those monotone faculty voices that blended with the rest, undistinguishable.
“Alrighty then,” Lucida sighed and pressed her forehead to her knees, wishing to feel the cramp humans did when in such tight and awkward positions, but of course, her body flowed and fixed out any knots, so pain couldn’t, unfortunately, distract her. Honestly, they were being childish with her, at least give her a respectable prison instead of the kiddy time out box. What else was she supposed to do? Think about what she did wrong? Ha! She heaved a hefty sigh, one that would tide the inside of the box. The watery breath stood still in the middle, frosting over bubbles, melting, and letting them ascend to the ceiling. The scene didn’t go unnoticed. A small smile formed over her blue lips as she breathed out again and again, each time freezing another part of the box. She pressed her face against the sides of her prison, breathing out and writing out messages on the inside. Lucida giggled at her ingenuity, what others may see as a child’s game was in fact a means of escape. Now, only to do so inwardly would prove a far better....
After the thought passed, her core temperature dropped, the watery views turned bright blue and solidified her outline. Her hair slicked itself back in icicles as her eyes became a piercing silver. Resting her now snow dusted hands on the walls of her prison, she made it just as cold as her, working with it instead of against.
A smile spread farther than possible as the box grew icicles and developed a nice layer of frost. There was a short drumroll, for dramatics sake, and the box splintered out into millions of snow flakes. For the first time, Lucida stood and didn’t melt. Her iced feet glided across the floor like skates as janitors ran after her with their mops and brooms. Her high pitched giggling resounded everywhere, a gesture in victory. Alarms went off and red lights blinked and blared, but Lucida concentrated on the industrial lights above her and the sharp corners in front of her. There was no way she could escape out of the building, but, perhaps escaping underneath it would do. Water slipped down her face, her brow soaked in response to the lights trying to, literally, stop her in her tracks; already she began to leave a trail of droplets.
Turning another corner, Lucida almost slipped in excitement, she laughed, never had she experienced such a chase, stumbling down the familiar halls, Lucida rounded to the one place everyone would expect her to leave; her aquarium. She smirked, stopping at the manhole in front, already feeling the tumulus tides trying to reach her below ground. The janitors, as well as the accumulated guards and General stopped when she stopped, holding up their weapons as she raised her arms in defense, a smirk still staining her lips. In the most cliché burly voice, the General commanded; “Turn around, none of us want to kill anyone here.” Lucida rolled her eyes but turned nevertheless, noticing her frozen form didn’t have much time. Standing on top of the manhole, she regarded the fleet sent to repossess her. “Thing is General,” she toed the manhole’s latch, “I don’t like you very much, see ya!” With that, Lucida tore off the latch and threw it discus style at her opposition, diving down to the waters below. Her cleverness and witty escape was short lived when Lucida, forgetting she remained in her current frozen form, hit the bottom of the aqueduct, head first, and suffered the consequences.
A very small gasp was heard as her body referred back to her original watery substance. The roaring tides tumbled her molecules about on a one way trip through Nevada. Miles stretched across the barren landscape, at the heart of it, a single steel aqueduct ripped through the wasteland, traveling to the last bit of oasis Nevada had to offer. Lucida’s unconscious body poured into a small lake lined with growing foliage next to the mountains. Although she had escaped, and although she would have to keep running, Lucida’s smile still remained plastered on her face. Tonight, however, she would sleep in victory.
[Pm me to continue, at least two well developed paragraphs. Be whomever, but not one of the Three X's, you can be another caged beast, a regular guy, or even a faculty member, don't really care, just make it interesting.]
“Something’s wrong!”
“My baby, my baby, where is she. Is she alive?!”
“Yes, but she shouldn’t be...”
“What do you mean? Give her to me!”
“She’s defected, she needs attention.”
“Get her out of here!”
“GIVE HER BACK! My baby, my baby girl...”
“Lie down! Doctor, she’s resisting!”
“Sedate her, take the child away!”
“Lucida! LUCIDA!”
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“I had yawned as another scuba diver placed a tongue depressor in my mouth. It tasted bland, you know, like everything else here. Then, Amazing I heard through the glass. I wondered if they would clap soon, usually the newbie scientists did, and I’d wave and smile through the aquarium like a good little freak impressing the circus audience. And if one of them asked some cheeky question or wished to tell me a water related joke, I’d smile brightly and respond;
“I hope my physical presence explodes the nerve endings in your brain. I’m quite the anomaly you know, very complicated.”
Apparently the scientists didn’t like that and apparently the newbies never got the joke. Quite sad really, I expected better from the world’s leading marine and childbirth and water related scientists and engineers. But, I suppose that’s what happens to someone who’s completely created out of water.
Entirely.
They label me the lost cause, or mutant, shoulda-never-beena, the mermaid (which I still don’t understand); I find it quite hilarious, the minds these people have and they still call themselves graduates, scientists, thinkers. Cracks me up every time. Then the diver motioned for me to stand in order to measure my height, I’ve told him it hasn’t change in years but I obey nevertheless. They never do ask for my weight, a bit difficult to discern since every time they try to place me on a scale, on dry land too the imbeciles, I trickle into a nice puddle on the floor. Once the janitor mopped me up, they couldn’t find me for months! Sadly that’s usually the most exciting thing that ever happens around here, it’s not like they let me talk to any of the other subjects, but I suppose talking to you creatures is... No, there isn’t a word for it, none of you know anything I’m saying nor have the mental capacity to communicate, out of my sight!”
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Lucida sighed as she waved off the curious school of clown fish that had come her way. Pathetic, she thought, forceful enough to send a wave through the other minds and loud enough for the fish to pick up the thought as the water pulsed a wave to the other invertebrates’ minds to hear. If they had the brain to understand her telepathy, they would’ve debated whether or not the comment was directed to them or herself. Instead they swam away, scared of the water making the dreaded swish swish sound, similar to that of an oncoming shark. At least the sharks were interesting, she would hear at least some intellect: “Meat!” or “Yum yum!” Lucida rolled her eyes and banged her head against the aquarium glass, annoyed by the sound and lack of pain. Of course I get to sound every bit of human, yet I can’t feel like one? She closed her eyes tight, waiting to awake with the reflexes of a sting ray and the stealth of a barracuda to make up for the scientist’s hindsight that she was indeed part aquatic part human. If only she could be water all the time, life would be simpler. Lucida’s reverie was interrupted by the sound of annoying bubbles cracking her patience. Divers.
--------
Area 51 was a very patient organization; moreover, an organization that never existed, nor ever did exist, nor ever will, so speaking of the beings it houses—Extra Terrestrials, Mermen, Bigfoot, the Lockness Monster, and the occasional anomaly— seemed futile since these things that don’t exist never existed in a non existent organization so lets just stop talking about it.
Again, a very patient society.
Those who run it are just as nonexistent and nameless as the area, so, lets call them Doctor X, General X, and President X. They deliberate, the counter, but, most of all, they argue.
“No the tanks are supposed to go here!” A hefty rectangle of a man jabbed his sharp finger through the area’s blueprints.
“Are you suggesting we knock down a complete research facility?” Wrinkling his nose, the small, bespectacled lab coat readjusted his glasses and cocked an sardonic eyebrow at the military baboon.
“I’m saying we make more room!” General spat,
“And I’m saying we’re already losing our funding...” the President wheeled about in his plush chair, growing tired of these antics between health and defense.
The General narrowed his eyes, excuses were not his forte; “Alright, how do you suppose we fight off those... things if they get loose?”
President’s eyes flashed, and a shadow of a smirk followed, as if entertained by the idea of such a accusation. Composing himself, his features darkened in reply; “They won’t get loose.”
“How do you—?” But the Doctor was cut off.
The President stood, his slim outline rather enhanced by his dark figure looming over the stocky physician. He repeated as if he were instructing a child that Santa Claus does not exist; “They. Won’t. Get. Loose.”
--------
Things were left at that, until of course another important issue comes along that actually needed their attention. The three X’s never unanimously agreed to an issue, whether good or bad. It’s when they do that scares the rest of the faculty, because when something’s decided in a nonexistent society, things tend to go very wrong...
“Everyone is supposed to be in a separate cell for their own undisturbed analysis,” explained the Doctor, wiping the sweat from the brow as he reiterated how critical it was for the subjects to be completely isolated, despite past suggestions at creating a super gene pool.
"I suppose this would prevent skirmishes,” agreed General, although he was prone to mayhem, it certainly wouldn’t come from inside the base.
They both turned the President, who, although deliberated among the two, had the final say. After setting the first ball in motion to a Newton’s cradle, he concurred; “Keep everything apart, no thing should collaborate with another, they can’t know what this place is.”
And so it was, everything split from human or monster contact. Nothing but the holding cells and the life needed to sustain such cell.
Thus, when talk came from Lucida killing one of her divers, her arm had morphed into an elongated icicle that impaled him because he regarded her a few pounds heavier than normal when water usually remains the same, the X’s had to deliberate.
President sighed, strolling around his office as he usually did when mistakes occurred; “How many books was she given?” He asked, staring at his own bookcase for inspiration.
Immediately Doctor began to sweat; “Excuse me?”
“Donations, to the shelters,” President snapped, turned to face his stocky associate, “a misshape of books came here instead, I assume you gave them to some of the subjects in order to further their literacy...”
“Yes, but she read books on sailing, water-life, sea animals, and moreover fantasy,” Doctor answered too quickly, as a usual physician does when trying to reassure a patient.
President glanced at the books once more; fantasy, how he despised adolescence; “Don’t tell me she read the Artemis Fowl series...”
“...”
“Doctor!”
Doctor bumbled defensively, as if saying Lucida’s disease was her fault and not his for preventing it. “We did not know she would take on such a persona!”
President waved off his hand; “Never mind, the point is she knows too much of the outside world.”
Doctor stared at his superior, he never liked the answer he got from such a frequently asked question; “Are you suggesting we kill her?”
He paused, letting a smile rip over his face. President rather liked Lucida, she was rare and very expensive; “Too simple, uneducate her,” he challenged.
“Wait, what?” Doctor gaped.
“Reverse her,” President suggested as if he were picking out the color decor for his office walls; easy, simple, doable. “You’ll figure it out, and do the same for the rest. We don’t need more mistakes because you were charitable,” he made the virtue sound like a sin.
Doctor hesitated, he was only ever asked to give his professional opinion, never volunteered; “Sir, they may not look like humans, but they are, they just don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’ not the one who’s supposed to look at their insides now is it, Doctor?” President snapped.
Doctor gave out a final sigh and looked downwards. “... Yes, right away.”
Upon the physician’s leave, President directed himself to, hopefully, a competent associate. “As for the defenses, extra guards, nothing will enter her aquarium unless I say so.”
General hesitated, not in the mood to be dismissed. “I doubt she could do much harm, she’s just a bunch of molecules in the dry world, nevertheless the order is already fulfilled,” he reasoned.
The President took a moment to taste the General’s words, as if he were testing wine. So rich, so sweet, so deceiving. His eyes narrowed as he reflected on his country’s misshapes. He spat the wine out. "A bunch of molecules, General, in the right places can cause the upmost destruction. Additionally, put her in the box for a month. She’ll learn. Goodbye now.”
--------
The box had been a blueprint designed in the 1970’s for environmentally safe aquariums for the riches’ pets. Three feet all around, it could hold any type of water creature, salt or fresh, while maintain its natural temperature, lighting, and food dispersion to the point where the owner wouldn’t have to do anything at all. Lucida liked to call it a cube, a philosophical debate no one else but her cared to participate in. The box was psychologically meant to scare her when placed inside, like a surprise waiting to be opened or a room ready to be shut. Although completely clear, the box could hold anything inside, and once inside, nothing could get back out without the master of the key who placed them there in the first place. It was a Chinese finger lock, the more you struggled against it, the longer you stayed inside. Work with it, and you’re free; however, no one has seemed to figure that out yet.
Of course when Lucida retracted her knife-like arm and saw the plumes of bright red blossom about the aquarium, attracting some very curious sharks, she knew she had done a seemingly naughty thing. The other diver reacted and swam above, away from a similar fate. Lucida rolled her eyes and slumped her head against her propped up elbow. “If you’ve got nothing nice to say, don’t say it at all,” Lucida said, summing up the moral of the story without actually agreeing to it. Sure, the joke hadn’t been a joke at all but a lie and a few or so extra pounds, but it had been intelligent talk nonetheless. They researched, they say things aloud they shouldn’t, and, if they weren’t so scared of her telepathy, Lucida would be able to really talk to them. But, they shut her out, like every other subject, scientist, and superior who passed her glass. Look but don’t touch. Smile but don’t speak. Alone again, maybe Lucida should’ve rethought her brashness...
A whoosh sounded from the heavens as she hoped a ray of gold would envelope her and take her away from this place as it had in the mythologies she read. Instead a nylon net encased her, weaved so tightly that, when on dry land, her water surrogate would be completely encased. “The cube then, no?” No one disagreed with her as her final words were sucked out of her like her original form from the water. She felt herself ripple as she drew near the surface, then collapse into the familiar puddle when reaching the dry world. Lucida only reformed when dumped into the cube. Ducking and hugging herself was the only way to sit in such a cramped space. “I suppose now wouldn’t be a good time to let on how claustrophobic I am, huh?” She drawled.
“No.” Came from one of those monotone faculty voices that blended with the rest, undistinguishable.
“Alrighty then,” Lucida sighed and pressed her forehead to her knees, wishing to feel the cramp humans did when in such tight and awkward positions, but of course, her body flowed and fixed out any knots, so pain couldn’t, unfortunately, distract her. Honestly, they were being childish with her, at least give her a respectable prison instead of the kiddy time out box. What else was she supposed to do? Think about what she did wrong? Ha! She heaved a hefty sigh, one that would tide the inside of the box. The watery breath stood still in the middle, frosting over bubbles, melting, and letting them ascend to the ceiling. The scene didn’t go unnoticed. A small smile formed over her blue lips as she breathed out again and again, each time freezing another part of the box. She pressed her face against the sides of her prison, breathing out and writing out messages on the inside. Lucida giggled at her ingenuity, what others may see as a child’s game was in fact a means of escape. Now, only to do so inwardly would prove a far better....
After the thought passed, her core temperature dropped, the watery views turned bright blue and solidified her outline. Her hair slicked itself back in icicles as her eyes became a piercing silver. Resting her now snow dusted hands on the walls of her prison, she made it just as cold as her, working with it instead of against.
A smile spread farther than possible as the box grew icicles and developed a nice layer of frost. There was a short drumroll, for dramatics sake, and the box splintered out into millions of snow flakes. For the first time, Lucida stood and didn’t melt. Her iced feet glided across the floor like skates as janitors ran after her with their mops and brooms. Her high pitched giggling resounded everywhere, a gesture in victory. Alarms went off and red lights blinked and blared, but Lucida concentrated on the industrial lights above her and the sharp corners in front of her. There was no way she could escape out of the building, but, perhaps escaping underneath it would do. Water slipped down her face, her brow soaked in response to the lights trying to, literally, stop her in her tracks; already she began to leave a trail of droplets.
Turning another corner, Lucida almost slipped in excitement, she laughed, never had she experienced such a chase, stumbling down the familiar halls, Lucida rounded to the one place everyone would expect her to leave; her aquarium. She smirked, stopping at the manhole in front, already feeling the tumulus tides trying to reach her below ground. The janitors, as well as the accumulated guards and General stopped when she stopped, holding up their weapons as she raised her arms in defense, a smirk still staining her lips. In the most cliché burly voice, the General commanded; “Turn around, none of us want to kill anyone here.” Lucida rolled her eyes but turned nevertheless, noticing her frozen form didn’t have much time. Standing on top of the manhole, she regarded the fleet sent to repossess her. “Thing is General,” she toed the manhole’s latch, “I don’t like you very much, see ya!” With that, Lucida tore off the latch and threw it discus style at her opposition, diving down to the waters below. Her cleverness and witty escape was short lived when Lucida, forgetting she remained in her current frozen form, hit the bottom of the aqueduct, head first, and suffered the consequences.
A very small gasp was heard as her body referred back to her original watery substance. The roaring tides tumbled her molecules about on a one way trip through Nevada. Miles stretched across the barren landscape, at the heart of it, a single steel aqueduct ripped through the wasteland, traveling to the last bit of oasis Nevada had to offer. Lucida’s unconscious body poured into a small lake lined with growing foliage next to the mountains. Although she had escaped, and although she would have to keep running, Lucida’s smile still remained plastered on her face. Tonight, however, she would sleep in victory.
[Pm me to continue, at least two well developed paragraphs. Be whomever, but not one of the Three X's, you can be another caged beast, a regular guy, or even a faculty member, don't really care, just make it interesting.]
