Zachary Rawlins - The Anathema

That wasn’t all of it, Gaul could tell. However, he was too tired, and neither of them was in the mood for an argument, so he tabled it for later discussion.

“And the other personality?” Gaul asked, genuinely curious. “I thought I knew her pretty well, after all this time, but…”

Rebecca laughed unhappily.

“You saw that, huh? That’s unusual. She hides herself pretty well. I think she’s always been there, but I’m not entirely sure how aware of her Eerie actually is. I’ve never been able to get Eerie to answer direct questions about her, and the secondary personality itself is… evasive. Difficult to talk to directly, when she chooses to reveal herself,” Rebecca said thoughtfully.

“I notice you call it ‘she’,” Gaul pointed out. “As opposed to ‘it’.”

“Well, she’s got tits,” Rebecca said, shrugging.

“Right,” Gaul said crisply. “Do you think we should try and lock her out of the network?”

“Do you think that we could?” Rebecca said, studying the filter on her cigarette. “She seems to know it better than you do, and you’re attached to the damn thing.”

Gaul pushed his glasses back up, thinking about it.

“You are probably right,” Gaul said, nodding wearily. “What about our other problem child? Alexander Warner?”

“Alex is pretty dense,” Rebecca said, grinning. “But I think it’s safe to say that he’s starting to get an idea of how powerful his protocol really is, and how to use it. Once he gets the hang of micro-scale operation, he’s going to be exactly as deadly as you hoped. Katya is a good teacher.”

“What about his stability?” Gaul asked, his brow furrowed with concern. “The events with Emily Muir must have been… difficult for him. And he and Eerie seem somewhat, well, at odds at the moment. And I know that you were worried that hiding your Auditor status would damage your relationship with him.”

“It did,” Rebecca acknowledged sadly. “That will take some mending, but he’s basically a big softie, so I wouldn’t worry too much about me and him. He will get over Emily. Honestly, I think he was in the process of getting over her before any of this happened. As for Eerie and him… well, don’t get to worked up about it. She may be mad at him right now, but I don’t think it will last. I think she’ll make him apologize a few more times, but that girl fixates, so I doubt she’s lost interest in him already. They’ll be fine. Who knows? Maybe they could even learn to take care of each other.”

Gaul shook his head.

“I don’t understand at all…”

Rebecca pitched her cigarette butt, and grabbed a hold of his arm again, steering him back toward the Academy, back where he needed to be, the way she always had.

“Yeah,” she said warmly, patting him on the arm. “You never did.”

Anastasia had just sat down to a steaming cup of white tea and a daunting stack of paperwork when there was a soft knock, followed by the heavy wooden door to her office opening slowly. That was odd, because Renton had been stationed in the anteroom, with instructions to send away all comers, and not to enter the room himself. Anastasia watched the door open and got ready to scold Renton.

“Oh my,” Anastasia said in an amused voice, “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Eerie observed timidly, peering around the door. “Um. We need to talk. Please.”

“Very well,” Anastasia said generously, gesturing to indicate one of the ornately carved and completely uncomfortable chairs that fronted her massive desk. She’d had the legs sawn off the desk to shorten it, though that had been desecrating a family heirloom, and she was sitting in an elevated chair, so that her toes just reached the ground, but she didn’t think anyone had noticed. “You know, in all the time we’ve been neighbors, I don’t think you’ve ever come over to my house, Eerie.”

“That’s because you are scary,” Eerie said frankly, and without inflection.

“You think so?” Anastasia asked cheerfully, leaning forward, over her desk. “Is it the way I dress?”

“No, it’s because you kill people,” Eerie said flatly, clutching the handle of the knitting basket in her lap. The sweater that she wore hung off her shoulders, and black tights peaked out underneath a long woolen skirt. Her clothes were wrinkled, as if she had slept in them, and her hair was in disarray.

“The Academy is full of people whose duties can include killing,” Anastasia protested.

“The Academy is full of scary people,” Eerie agreed. “Some people think that you’re the scariest of all.”

“Do they really?” Anastasia asked, pretending to be scandalized.

“Yes. But you know,” Eerie said, hushing her voice and leaning forward, as if she was confiding something important, “if they knew what I knew about you, they wouldn’t feel that way. Because you have an important secret.”

“Heavens!” Anastasia gasped, holding a hand to her mouth. “And what is it that you know, exactly?”

“I wasn’t sure, the first time, because I was… busy,” Eerie said hesitantly, blushing. “But I thought so. I have been watching you since then. I saw it, on the island. What you did to Therese.”

Anastasia shook her head and smiled.

“Is this the same conversation we were just having? What is it that you think you saw?”

“Don’t play around,” Eerie said resentfully, rubbing her arm nervously. “I’m not stupid. I saw it. Your protocol, Anastasia. Your secret.”

“Oh my, how could that be?” Anastasia said, wide-eyed. “How could you have seen such a thing?”

“The Etheric Network,” Eerie said offhandedly. “All Operators are connected to it, like it or not. That’s just, you know, the way it is.”

“I see,” Anastasia said, folding up her shocked act and putting it away, for the moment. “I wasn’t aware that it could be used that way, as a monitoring device.”

“It can’t.” Eerie cocked her head to the side, considering. She must have dyed her hair recently, Anastasia thought, because her hair was different shades of blue in streaks, probably the spots that had been bleached previously. “Not by anyone else.”

“Well, putting aside what you saw or didn’t see, what exactly do you plan on doing about it?”

“Wait. Did I not explain it right? I know your secret,” Eerie said slowly, obviously confused. “You have to stop.”

“I have to stop…” Anastasia encouraged.

“Yes,” Eerie said, nodding.

“I have to stop what?” Anastasia asked as patiently as possible.

“Messing with Alex. And me. You know,” Eerie said, her hands twisting around the handle of her knitting basket. “You know what you are doing.”

“I suppose I do. And assuming I don’t, then you will what?”

“I will tell everyone,” Eerie said quietly, obviously dreading the thought of talking to ‘everyone’. “Isn’t that enough? I only want you to leave us alone.”

“I wasn’t aware there was an ‘us’ for me to leave alone,” Anastasia said dryly. “Let me recast the situation for you for a moment, Eerie. As you pointed out earlier, my position sometimes requires me to take violent action to protect the Black Sun’s interests. Why is it then, I wonder, you assume that I would acquiesce to your demands, when it is so much simpler to deal with blackmail by removing the blackmailer?”

“Because you can’t,” Eerie said, utterly without bravado. She seemed confused, as if Anastasia had said something very foolish indeed.

“Aha!” Anastasia cried, delighted. “Is this where the kid gloves come off and the threats start? How, I wonder, would you stop me?”