Hell's Belles Chapter Eight: Mirror/rorriM
Although Gomurr refused to be separated from his students, there was still suitable privacy for all parties involved to refresh themselves and change clothes. Silent servants bobbed and weaved around the travelers, bathing their wounds and dressing them in fineries beyond imagine. When all preparations were finished, Gomurr looked at his pupils in amazement, and then looking in the mirror was a bit amazed at himself. Rita stood before him in a long flowing gown of the palest blue silk. Her dark hair and features making the material almost white by comparison. Her long dark hair was put up and netted in strands of tiny seed pearls. Jam had taken a different approach to dressing. Instead of the silken gowns the servants kept trying to push on her, Jam opted for a simple pair of white tailored pants and a red velvet waist jacket. Both items looked as if they were made for her and were complimented by shiny black boots and understated jewelry. The most startling metamorphosis of the three was found in Bux, however. The normally shy girl now radiated beauty and poise that seemed completely natural to her. Her green satin gown clung to her figure like a glove, and in her hair, the servants had placed a delicate jeweled tiara. Bux seemed possessed of an air of regalness she had never shown before. With a look in her eyes that was almost haughty, she approached the other girls.
"Isn't this wonderful?" she giggled, "I feel just like Cinderella dressed up for the ball."
This statement brought the other girls back down to earth and they began to giggle and laugh at each other.
"Only Bux would think of Cinderella, I was thinking of Cindy f***in' Crawford, House of F***in style!" said Rita, and then the girls turned to notice their escorts for the evening.
Both Gomurr and Rahsas dressed in what passed for evening attire for men in this place. Both wore softly flowing striped trousers that were sharply tapered at the ankle They also wore brightly colored jackets in tones that complimented the trousers. Rahsas garments were quite easily found, since most people here were exceedingly tall, but Gomurr had to be garbed in a child's pants due to his shortness in stature. Overall though, they both looked as sophisticated and suave as the girls looked beautiful. With the preparations made, the servants began to leave and the lead servant approached them inviting them to follow him. So off they went through high ceilinged rooms with gilded skylights and down velvet carpeted hallways until they reached the chamber that the servant had specified.
"Please go in," the servant mumbled as he left, "She is expecting you."
As the huge entrance doors swung inwards, Gomurr was struck by a thought. An ancient saying came to his mind. "Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly."
At their approach, the woman, got to her feet and approached them, hands outstretched. She was wearing a beautiful deep blue gown and veil that flowed softly behind her.
"Aaaaah, my guests have arrived, and suitably attired after their somewhat rough travels. Could I offer you something to drink, before the ceremony and dinner?" she said sweetly.
"What ceremony is this, madam?" Gomurr asked.
"Oh my ancient friend, why a ceremony as old as time itself.....A ceremony of gift giving and receiving. Have no fear and please call me Lady Robyyn."
"How funny," Bux whispered to Jam, "Robin is my real name."
"No wonder, you go by Bux," said Jam, "Robin sounds like a goofy bird or something."
Overhearing the conversation, Lady Robyyn said, "It appears we share more than tastes in names my dear. In fact, that is what first brought you to my attention and let me know you were no danger to me."
At this point, Lady Robyyn removed her veil, and there standing in front of them was an almost dead ringer for Bux....a little older perhaps...more mature features...but Bux nonetheless. Gomurr stiffened, but said nothing. The recognition was immediate on almost all their faces. Bux gasped and said, "You.....you....you look just like me!"
Gregor was enjoying himself immensely. With Psi-Shot's hold over Nytshade solidified, she was his to command. If not for the need of having the boy present, the situation could take a decidedly even more enjoyable turn. But first things first. He had to find a way to get that boy back. Gregor decided to take Jon and Psi-Shot in his car to the academy grounds, but it never hurt to be more careful, so he enlisted the aid of two of the advocates to their number. Deadpool and Siryn followed closely behind them, in a sleek black humvee. What else would a mercenary drive?
When they arrived at the school, they saw Nemesis and Blink standing in the courtyard surrounded by the panthers. Blink wore the look of fearful respect as she watched her mistress feed and pet the panthers fondly. As Gregor approached, they noticed him, as well as his companion, and a look of bitter hate crossed the eyes of the Black Queen, Nemesis.
"What is SHE doing here?" raged Nemesis, pointing at Nytshade. "Slumming again are we, Gregor?"
"Claws in kitty-cat!" said Gregor, "She is of use to me, and that is all you need to know."
"You dare bring a rival queen into my presence!" Nem spat, "What sort of need could this pathetic creature fill, other than that of a plaything or chattel."
Nem watched her opponent's eyes closely, and when Nytshade gave no reaction, she sent out a mental probe into the White Queen's mind.
"What is this?" Nem laughed, "She is being psionically controlled, but wait, there's something wrong. There should be only two minds present. I am sensing three. It appears our poor White Queen is even more unbalanced than I previously thought, you're pathetic attempt at controlling her has caused her personality to split. I can see where having a pet is nice Gregor, but this is entirely too dangerous. I demand you let me mind wipe her and try to repair what damage you've done, so we can return her to the Whites, or we dispose of her now. You endanger us all!"
"She will fulfill her purpose and then be returned, Nemesis. Now leave us before I tire of your prattling," Gregor roared. "Deadpool.....Siryn....show your Queen to the gate."
With that, the Black Queen whirled and strode away. Clarice, her pawn, quickly followed and Deadpool and Siryn brought up the rear.
As they reached the gate, Nemesis lashed out with her mind at the two advocates, but Gregor had prepared for this eventuality. Deadpool laughed and looked at the Black Queen.
On to Chapter 9.
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