SOULS OF INK by Vic Calavera

Author:Vic Calavera [Calavera, Vic]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-12T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE: I DON’T WANNA BE ME

Time melted away and she still hadn’t met Red.

It felt like there had been so much hype around this one guy that she should have been excited to meet him. Nicole played out several conversations in her mind, establishing how she would approach this man. Should she use common courtesy or be straight forth angry about the death of her friends? Perhaps she could play the spy role and gather information for Kanji. If one person wanted him dead, even more than her, it was Kanji.

Meanwhile, Nicole had been taken to an infirmary, she had been allowed to shower and she’d been given an elegant off-shoulder yellow dress with matching yellow heels. She never imagined wearing something so flashy in her life. In any case, it could not be worse than showing up in a torn-up White-T and taco boy shorts.

She waited in the biggest walk-in closet she’d ever been in. Mirrors and men's clothing hung all around her. She wondered if they could have given her more options on what to wear. Somehow, they knew her dress and shoe size. Nicole looked down at the chipped-off black polish on her nails and toes. This is the only thing that is left of the real me. This picky bastard has way too much control over me already.

Slowly Nicole made her way to the front of a mirror. The swelling in her eye had gone down significantly, but even then, she felt insecure. A servant girl had helped her put makeup on it. Nicole was forced to give her best impression, even with a blue eye surrounded by puffy patting. Her entire face swelled in a way that made her look chubby. She even had a noticeable cut on the right side of her lip, but at least she still had one good green eye to put forward… all these scars on my face don’t seem to go well with the glamorous clothing. She pulled a patch of hair over her left eye.

What am I doing here? I’m no avenger, no negotiator or assassin and really, I’m just plain nobody special… “What could anyone possibly want from me?” She had spent so much effort trying to get away and now she was on the way to him. “Life’s a bitch.”

“Miss Barnett, please follow me.” A young servant lady came into the room. The woman wore a stereotypical maid’s uniform. She didn’t seem beautiful or ugly, just a plain person. She also didn’t seem scared or happy, just flat emotionlessness. If not for the ridiculous maid outfit, she wouldn’t have a personality of her own at all. With the visual exception of a pair of gold rectangular glasses and long spongy curled brown hair, she didn’t give anything else to go by. Nicole couldn’t figure out if the glasses were too a part of the costume or if the girl really needed them. In this world of self-healing bodies, the concept of glasses was out of place.

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