There was another one at the end of the hall. Boxing them in from both sides. And he was equally as scary as the first guy.
Twins. Like them, but males. And unsettling.
Both of them were dark blue in color, but they didn’t have skin. Instead, their bodies were covered in small, shiny scales. They were reptilian, and maybe that’s what made them so unnerving. At least the monster’s scales were interspersed randomly over skin.
Or maybe it was the edge in their green eyes as they took a step forward together. They looked at the two of them like they were considering the best ways to chop them up.
The guy in front had the left side of his head shaved, while the rest of his hair was long and straight, down to his waist, gleaming bright white. He also had a scar going through both of his lips on the left side that made his face even scarier.
The guy behind them had the same hairstyle, but his hair was shaved on the right. He didn’t have a scar through his lip either, but he did have nasty, old burn scars covering his entire right arm, right up to the edge of his sleeveless black shirt and further underneath. The scales there had all been messed up, but he still apparently retained use of his limb and all five fingers.
Was it the scars that made these two seem extra unnerving? Or maybe it was the slow, identical way they walked towards them. Closing them in. Cutting off any means of escape from either side. They both had big ass knives at their waists, but neither tried to grab them. They didn’t really need to. Not with the thick, white claws at the ends of their fingers.
“Garnet, what now?” Goldie asked, hiding against her back as Garnet turned, putting their backs to the wall, trying to keep an eye on both of the stoic, creepy twins.
“I don’t… I don’t know…” She admitted, her belly sinking.
Damn it. Was this the point they’d be grabbed? Subdued? Raped?
Garnet was shaking as Goldie sniffed softly behind her, trying to hold back her tears. Because it felt terribly like the end was converging on them from both sides. Moving in lockstep with each other, like they might be mirror images.
Yellow flashed in front of them and Garnet screamed, throwing a punch-
-that went right through that yellow fucker.
“You again!” She hissed.
“Hello to you too,” he responded in calm, crisp English.
“You better back the fuck up!” Garnet snarled, not bothering to question why he was now suddenly able to speak their language. She didn’t really care at this point. If she could bluster her way out of this situation, that was good enough for her.
“I’m just a light projection,” the yellow guy assured her. “I’m not really here. So, backing up or moving closer wouldn’t really make a difference. I can’t actually touch you.”
“You know what I meant, smart ass! And tell those guys to back up too!”
“Sorbet and Tebros won’t harm you. They’re merely following the captain’s orders to try to keep you from getting into any further trouble.”
“Look,” Garnet started, lowering her voice, still breathing hard from a combination of sprinting and panicking. “You can have me. Do what you want with me. Just don’t hurt my sister!”
“Garnet,” Goldie pulled on her shirt. “Don’t-”
“I won’t fight back! Or I will. Whatever you want. Just leave her out of it!”
“By the great storage keepers, we’re not going to do anything to you,” Yellow said, like he was stunned she’d even make such an offer. “If you’d just calm down and listen, I’d explain what’s going on here. I assure you, we mean you no harm.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, okay!? I get it. You found yourself some humans and you want to… to… do whatever! Fine! I don’t care! Just leave my sister alone!”
Movement at the end of the hall caught Garnet’s eye. She turned as one of the dark blue twins stepped to the side, allowing the gray guy to walk past. Immediately, dark blue guy stepped back into place, making sure she was trapped in.
But Garnet was more focused on the gray guy. His red eyes were still so calm, distant, as he looked her over.
Somehow, his calm was both scary and soothing.
He didn’t look like a guy that was about to hold her down and rape her. He didn’t look like he had any interest in hurting her whatsoever.
And he’d had plenty of chances, she could admit to herself, now that she wasn’t in a panicked rush to just get away. His grip on her wrists had been firm but not bruising. When she pulled away, he let her go. He only grabbed her to stop her from hitting him, and even then, he didn’t take the opportunity to hit her back.
But how could he be sodamn calm? He didn’t seem the least bit phased by their strikes against him, their escape, or anything. He came to stand next to the yellow ghost guy while the two of them exchanged words.
