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1 through F › Dark City
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
1,333
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Emperor : John Murdoch
Tarot - The Emperor
John Murdoch
Daniel could never get over John Murdoch's eyes, strong and full of purpose. In the beginning, he envied that. John had a place in the world, a role. A memory, no matter how synthesized it was. Daniel had nothing but blank spots interspersed with memories of his work for the Strangers; memories of his betrayal of mankind.
Returning to his office the night the Strangers had been defeated, he'd viewed the room with dispassionate eyes. And then he started to purge. Any reminder of his work for the Strangers was put away or thrown out, paperwork safely filed in neat brown boxes in the storage room, the ever-changing maze for his rats rolled out onto the elevator and then to the curb for the trash man to take away. He went to release the three lab rats, but at the last minute, he chickened out. He couldn't bare the thought of being alone in the office without another living being. Instead he bought a massive cage, big enough for 20 mice to live comfortably, and set it up by the window for them. After all, they had a lot in common, him and the rats.
Then he'd thought about the books. His own library had been neatly catalogued, arranged alphabetically, each title written on little cards which he'd filed by subject. It had been the only way to keep track of anything when the Strangers had insisted on wiping his memory every few months. So, slowly at first, he started to add titles, searching out little book shops and unused houses, sometimes ending up with huge boxes shipped to his office.
He told himself that it was to keep busy, but the truth was... he had no other purpose.
And then one unremarkable, ordinary day, John Murdoch came to his office, John with his clear green eyes and dark curls and his voice, rich and smooth like cream. He'd been so surprised to hear that voice that he'd knocked over an entire stack of books in his haste to answer the door. John, who always caused the most peculiar - but so lovely - sensations and emotions to come over him. Who made him feel alive again. John speaking to him: Help me. Teach me. Guide me.
And in his mind, Daniel replied: Yes. Anything you ask of me, I will give you. Just let me stay by your side, let me work for you, let me follow you. Give me a purpose, a reason to continue. Give me a place in this world, and I will be yours forever.
But in reality, he just smiled, held captive by those beautiful green eyes. "I would be -- more than happy to, John."
John Murdoch
Daniel could never get over John Murdoch's eyes, strong and full of purpose. In the beginning, he envied that. John had a place in the world, a role. A memory, no matter how synthesized it was. Daniel had nothing but blank spots interspersed with memories of his work for the Strangers; memories of his betrayal of mankind.
Returning to his office the night the Strangers had been defeated, he'd viewed the room with dispassionate eyes. And then he started to purge. Any reminder of his work for the Strangers was put away or thrown out, paperwork safely filed in neat brown boxes in the storage room, the ever-changing maze for his rats rolled out onto the elevator and then to the curb for the trash man to take away. He went to release the three lab rats, but at the last minute, he chickened out. He couldn't bare the thought of being alone in the office without another living being. Instead he bought a massive cage, big enough for 20 mice to live comfortably, and set it up by the window for them. After all, they had a lot in common, him and the rats.
Then he'd thought about the books. His own library had been neatly catalogued, arranged alphabetically, each title written on little cards which he'd filed by subject. It had been the only way to keep track of anything when the Strangers had insisted on wiping his memory every few months. So, slowly at first, he started to add titles, searching out little book shops and unused houses, sometimes ending up with huge boxes shipped to his office.
He told himself that it was to keep busy, but the truth was... he had no other purpose.
And then one unremarkable, ordinary day, John Murdoch came to his office, John with his clear green eyes and dark curls and his voice, rich and smooth like cream. He'd been so surprised to hear that voice that he'd knocked over an entire stack of books in his haste to answer the door. John, who always caused the most peculiar - but so lovely - sensations and emotions to come over him. Who made him feel alive again. John speaking to him: Help me. Teach me. Guide me.
And in his mind, Daniel replied: Yes. Anything you ask of me, I will give you. Just let me stay by your side, let me work for you, let me follow you. Give me a purpose, a reason to continue. Give me a place in this world, and I will be yours forever.
But in reality, he just smiled, held captive by those beautiful green eyes. "I would be -- more than happy to, John."