The Bag - Act
A Story Every Day in 2024 June 21st 173/366
This microfiction is part of a series. If you would like to read it from the start, please visit The Bag - The Chapters where you can start from the very beginning should you so choose.
The last episode link is here if you missed it: The Bag - Transition
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The Master picked himself off the floor. He wiped his eyes and looked at the bloody face of Marshall, and felt shame. What had he become? The empty form of the man he had pursued still sat. He looked around the café, the stasis holding from the localised Disruption. He could get out undetected. He could get his mum and run.
Drones.
He sighed.
Could he get them to stand down?
Unlikely.
The futility of his situation had never been more palpable but he had to try something.
He couldn't leave Marshall. He wouldn't leave Marshall.
He needed to think, put his fears aside, the danger he felt at every turn, and focus.
He sat down and closed his eyes.
Something would come. But it needed to come quickly.
*
He was there. In the doorway. Ella's head was still down but Jason could see a man.
He was dressed impeccably, a suit cut to fit his form. He was of average height, build, and His hair was sandy blond which, like His suit, was immaculate; the ridges made by the comb could still be seen, like undulating strata in a natural monument. Jason could see He would be considered good-looking but there was something off about His features; they were slippery. At first glance, He struck you as handsome but if your eyes tried to dwell, they were shucked off by whatever lurked beneath. His appearance was representative of the person He wanted you to see and was indicative of the control that He wanted to exude. But Jason's instinct was on high alert because he knew that something so eager to present itself as something perfect was likely something very different indeed.
There was no expression on His face. He merely stood.
Jason could feel Ella become more tense with the waiting. She was still slumped, out to all appearances.
And then He moved. He came over to Ella and stopped, looking at her, assessing. Every fibre of Jason was screaming to move.
But He moved first, darting His hand out to grab her hair and wrench her head back. So vicious, so sharp a gesture.
And Jason just could not stand by and watch.
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366 words
It's all going to kick off in the next one. Then we'll really get to see what these two are made of!
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Comments (8)
I'm always suspicious of immaculate presentation!
Go Jason!👍🏼 Very perceptive: “But Jason's instinct was on high alert because he knew that something so eager to present itself as something perfect was likely something very different indeed.”
Throw down, Rachel! Ruffle a coif or three!
Your attention to detail in describing the people and situation is excellent. Looking forward to the next installment.
Ready for it! Loved the way you chose to end this one!
Yay! This is so good!
So is the Master to pull himself together then? Save his compatriot and perhaps the perceptives, after all? Ah, how difficult to assess, the twisitngs and turnings of the heart. The moment of truth, I think this is called, or, at this point, so you are "Deeming" it! Well-wrought!
Oh no, poor Ella! Waiting for the next part!