Amy
Part One
Gwenivere drove quietly, every so often her hand lifting from the steering wheel to move her jaw. She cursed quietly to herself. Legacy had taken a lot out of her… especially her jaw. She drove downtown towards her dentist’s office, her music blaring through her speakers. She hated the dentist… with a passion. She’d rather have someone slice open her arm, pour lemon juice on it and stitch it back up with a rusted needle and burlap with no pain killers than have someone fuck around with her teeth. As she was driving, she turned her head to the side, noticing a girl who looked not to be more than ten, maybe twelve. She wore a frilly dress, her long hair straight down her back. Gwenivere’s brow raised curiously as she rolled down her window, pulling off to the side. She looked at the little girl, managing to grab her attention after turning the music down. “Oi. Aren’t you… um…” She snapped her fingers together, trying to remember his name. “Oh yes. Seraph’s sister or something? Amy, right? What are you doing all the way out here on your lonesome?” She inquired softly, curiously. The little girl came forward, looking Gwen straight in the eye fearlessly.
“Spineless from the start, sucked into the part
Circus comes to town, you play the lead clown
Please, please
Spreading his disease, living by his story
Knees, knees
Falling to your knees, suffer for his glory
You will…”
“Yeah. Close enough. You’re Gwenivere. I saw you on T.V.” She said with a nod. Her voice was almost cooing as she spoke. So sweet and innocent. “Ahriman wasn’t home when I got there and I forgot my key.” Gwenivere raised her brow a little bit and frowned. “A little girl all by herself in New York. C’mon, Kiddo. I’ll take you home. I just have to go to the dentist.” She waited for the girl to crawl into the backseat, then wiggle into the front seat. Wise girl. It wouldn’t have been a good decision to move out into traffic and try and get into the little black sports car.
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The light was bright above her, nearly blinding those sapphire eyes of hers. Latex-covered hands pressed against her jaw and her teeth, testing their strength. She cussed, though her words were muffled and sputtering due to the fingers. “Tha hurths, you bathtard!” She said that rather loudly at the man who’s fingers were in her mouth. He pulled his fingers out and looked down at her curiously. “What?” Gwenivere sat up, pushing the over-head lamp out of the way of her forehead. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remove the red blotches that she saw whenever she blinked. She looked over to her dentist, frowning.
“Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green
Heaven you will meet
Make a contribution
And you'll get a better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah…”
“I said that hurts, you bastard!” She said some choice swears in her native tongue before lifting a hand to push her jaw back into place. She winced a bit and looked down to her dentist. He crossed her arms over his chest after pulling down the mask that covered his nose and mouth. “I’m surprised your jaw isn’t broken! I saw that match of yours and how many shots you took to the mouth. How many was it?” She looked down at her dentist, hand still holding her jaw in place. She frowned slightly, almost angrily. “What? You think I kept count or something? I lost anyway, so what’s it matter?” The dentist looked at her sceptically, swinging back and forth in his revolving chair. He made a small noise that seemed to scoff her. She raised her brow.
“So what, Gwen? You made it to the final two! That’s more to say than Da Man, Explode or Eidolon.” Gwenivere frowned a bit, hating his example. “Well, for one: Da Man sucks ass. He can’t fight worth a damn and the only reason he had a leg up on me for a while was because Eidolon did cheap-shots and attacked my jaw. And I didn’t even touch Explode. Didn’t even see him in or out of the ring. Steele, I told her I would beat her in eliminations. Acrophobia, no contest. Him and Da Man… they must be buddy-buddy. Forget it, Doc. Ya can’t cheer me up.” She said, pushing herself down the seat. The dentist looks up at her, shaking his head in dismay. “Y’know, Gwen… those piercings are gonna chip your teeth.”
“Marvel at his tricks, need your Sunday fix
Blind devotion came, rotting your brain
Chain, chain
Join the endless chain
Taken by his glamour
Fame, Fame
Infection is the game, stinking drunk with power
We see…”
Gwenivere gave him a choice finger before walking out of the office. She moved through the receptionist, forwarding the woman to her checking account before moving into the waiting room where little Amy sat, reading the latest edition of People Magazine. The magazine was garbage, in her opinion: filled with useless facts about celebrities and gossip about their newest relationships. Who gave a rat’s ass? But, Gwenivere would be nice. The poor lass most likely did not have a female influence and had to go from television and movies on what she was ‘supposed’ to be like. Gwenivere went over to her and laughed a bit, gently taking the magazine from her.
“Ah, chéri… why do you read such trash?” Amy looked up at her and smiled one of the biggest and cutest smiles Gwenivere had ever seen. “What’s chéri mean?” She asked, sweetly as she took Gwenivere’s hand and stood up, smoothing out her dress with her free hand. Gwenivere gently pat her hand and smiled a bit as she lead the little girl out of the dentist office that smelled horribly of mint that it made Gwen sick to her stomach. “It means darling.” Gwenivere explained as she unlocked the doors to her car and allowed Amy to crawl over the seats into the passenger seat where she promptly buckled herself in. Gwenivere followed, doing the same. She turned on her music quietly, bobbing her head slightly. “Do you think he’ll be home, chéri?” She looked over at the girl who was too small for the seat out of the corner of her eye. Amy gave a little sigh and a shrug of her shoulders. Her gaze was locked on the scenery that was passing-by rather quickly. She seemed rather disheartened by the fact that her brother, or whatever he was, was not at home.
“Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green
Heaven you will meet
Make a contribution
And you'll get a better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah…”
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It was nearly three o’clock by the time Gwenivere drove up to the household that Amy had directed her to. Amy smiled that same, toothy grin. “Thank you, Gwenivere.” She smiled a bit and turned on her heel. She bounded up the staircase and went for the door, expecting it to open. The doorknob, however, refused to turn and allow her inside. Gwenivere sighed and moved her fingers in a come-here motion. “C’mon, honey, I’ll take care of you until you can get into your house.” Amy sighed listlessly as she returned to the car. She got into the passenger seat and looked over at Gwenivere. “Don’t worry, chéri, I’m sure he will be fine.” She looked at the girl softly as she put the car in gear and took off down the street.
“Bow to Leper Messiah
Witchery, weakening
Sees the sheep are gathering
Set the trap, hypnotize
Now you follow…”
“Whaddya say to a bit of shopping, hmm?” Gwenivere smiled and looked out the windshield to the road after seeing the excited look in the girl’s eyes. She nodded frenetically and squeaked with glee. “Yeah!” She said happily, folding her hands into her lap. They drove for about twenty minutes before coming to a store that was out-of-the-way and not very frequented by the looks of it. She parked to the side of the road and got out of the car, turning on the alarm. She pocketed her keys and took her hand again, leading her into the store which was filled with a few people who looked a lot like Gwenivere. Amy’s eyes brightened as she let go of Gwen’s hand and went straight to the dresses that all hung from a rack.
“Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green
Heaven you will meet
Make a contribution
And you'll get a better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah…”
Gwenivere stayed near the front counter, watching the girl run about the store, taking things off the rack. She got a few strange looks from the other customers in the store, but her childish innocence kept her unaware. What a lovely age to have been with no worries or pains. She was just far too innocent. Gwenivere crossed her arms over her chest, keeping her eye on the Amy to make sure she was keeping herself out of trouble.
“Lie.”
“Leper Messiah” by Metallica
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