Sigma started sniffing the air, still unsure of his intentions, but somewhat receptive. She slowly shuffled out, her eyes changing from a yellow color to a mix of yellow and violet. Her thin and frail appearance made it look as if she could break like a toothpick, as she hadn’t been fed consistently for some time. Her face looked hollow and sunken in, almost as if she was decomposing, yet she didn’t show other signs, aside from dust on her skin and tattered bat wings. Despite her clear and visible weakness, she commanded respect. Aside from the surgical scars and autopsy scars that were there, there also appeared to be pinhole-shaped scars on her back and shoulders, likely the result of electrodes being implanted there. Upon closer inspection, the tattoo was that of the letter “sigma”, something a well-educated man such as Julian could recognize.
When Julian asked her if she could speak, she started shaking again, but managed to come out with a coherent response, save for a terrible stutter. “Y-y-y-yes…” Sigma kept a hand on Delores, as if she was trying to seek some form of comfort. It was clear that she and Delores had bonded before Julian got there. What wasn’t was whether she was just scared to talk, too traumatized, or having not had another person speak to her in some time, perhaps a combination of all of those things.
She was already broken… a shell of what she was. If anything, it is evident she’s suffered enough. If she could get some form of care, no doubt she would clean up real nicely.
Maybe even be a masterpiece in and of herself…
Somehow, against all odds, she was still alive. Her physical condition was an enigma, one that no doubt would take time to discover. Surely there was documentation around in the old file cabinets somewhere.
“N-n-not D-d-d-doctor?” She stuttered again, still unsure whether to trust Julian just yet but the chocolate smelled nice. She hadn’t had it for some time. It wouldn’t be substantial, obviously, but the taste of it would give her something to experience that wasn’t pain, electric shocks, or memory loss.
Still, she wasn’t being towered over, so there was some sign of Julian wanting to trust her instead of taking her to the lab.
Delores indeed feels some natural pull toward Sigma, something even she does not fully comprehend. Her instinct to move closer to Sigma is too strong for her to ignore, as if this would be her own offspring and she needs to keep it safe from Julian. Yes, she has often been a witness to things he could do and she wishes none of it for her new friend. She hisses, a warning for Julian to tread lightly.
Julian does feel some tension and yet his puzzled expression would soften once again at her voice. He gently moves his head, no.
“Not doctor. Artist.” Julian almost winces at this, as if he struggles to believe he is even such a thing anymore. His gaze drifts down for one moment before he regains his composure, he looks to Sigma again.
He does not know what is she, to have such wings protruding from her back or to have been able to survive what seems like some torturous existence in his eyes. But she has been down here, all alone? Julian takes a bite of the chocolate bar to show good faith before he offers it to Sigma once more.
“How long?” He wonders aloud, head slightly tilting but he cannot stop looking at her scars.
Julian reaches out with another hand, intent to touch one but he hesitates.
She is dangerous and he is now unarmed, he must be careful.
Sigma’s eyes were now slowly shifting away from their fearful yellow to what seemed to be a curious violet. It seemed once she learned he wasn’t a doctor, she wasn’t quite as terrified of him. She slowly approached him with cautious, shaky steps, still unsure of what to make of this strange human. She recalled him touching his left arm with his right hand, though it happened in the periphery of her vision. Was he like her, too?
She hesitated a moment before breaking off a square of the chocolate bar and nibbling on it, wanting to savor it as long as she could before it melts.
The brief touch of her hand was cold, a feeling that Julian was no stranger to. Upon closer inspection he could see two older fang marks similar to the ones the deer had on her neck. A clear sign she was human once upon a time.
After she finished the chocolate, she looked over at his arm before looking back at him, as a way of saying “You first.” Based on the slow and deliberate way she broke off the chocolate, it was clear she wanted to trust him, but she needed to find something they had in common.
Despite her fear, her curiosity about the human who was trying to befriend her was slowly taking over.
She picked up his left hand, clearly having a lack of social grace, but she showed that she was paying attention.
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