Story Notes:
I've got a general idea of where I'm going with this one, but I may very well delete it at any point if I confuse myself with the storyline too much. Expect twists.Unlike my other stories, I plan on updating this one as often as I write new chapters. On that note, I may be taking a short hiatus from Out Past Curfew. I'm still working out a few kinks with the mental drafts on both of them.---Disclaimer---Troublemakers' Game is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events in this story, even those based on actual characters and events, are entirely fictitious. Any publicly recognizable characters belong to their respectable owners.
Chapter 1 - Forgetful
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Desmond followed the man into the brick building, not sure of what to expect. As the man in front of him pushed the glass door open, Desmond clutched Victoria's hand anxiously, looking for some sort of comfort in a world that had transformed for the worse in front of his eyes. Everything he'd known, or everything he'd thought he'd known, was a lie. Victoria was his only friend at that point, and he wasn't planning on giving her hand up.
He followed the man into a well-lit room full of seated people. This place had something familiar about it. The scent, the very feel of it. Desmond grew more nervous with every moment that passed, despite the comforting looks on the faces of all of those in the room. They were all staring at him, or so it had felt. Victoria stayed silent at all times, as Desmond had asked her to.
Desmond and Victoria followed the man down a hall from the room through to another room. An empty, small room with no furniture and only a small lighting fixture on the ceiling. The room was soft and comfortable all around, very different from the tough wooden floor of Desmond's home. The man eased Desmond and Victoria into the room, before following him in shortly afterward. He closed the door.
Desmond took a seat with Victoria at his side, on the floor of the room. The man, however, remained standing, worried that sitting on the floor would damage his middle-aged body, perhaps. Finally, the man spoke.
"Desmond," he began, "we are here to help you. My name is Doctor Trenkov, and you can tell me anything."
Doctor Trenkov offered his hand to Desmond, but was reimbursed with nothing but an angry stare. He pulled his hand back and leaned against the wall of the room, trying to maintain his patience. He spoke again.
"Desmond, I'm not sure that you understand why you're here."
"No, I don't, Doctor Trenkov," Desmond replied, his voice filled with impatience and hatred. "So tell me why I'm here."
"Desmond, show some respect, please," Trenkov replied. "You're not exactly in a position to be ordering people around."
Seeking some sort of reassurance, Desmond turned around and looked into Victoria's blood-red eyes. Her previous outward display of shame changed to that of a weak smile.
"I'm sure we'll be okay if you cooperate with Doctor Trenkov," she said, her mature voice causing Desmond's muscles to ache, bearing the weight of a feeling not unlike homesickness. "I trust you to keep me safe, master."
Desmond gave a calm nod and smiled a little at her act of courage. Trusting a man such as this was not something she'd normally do. He really wished that he could leave with her. Or he wished that he could lie down on the floor with her, and run his hands through her silky green hair as he had so many times before. He knew that he couldn't, however. He had to play along with Doctor Trenkov. The very thought of speaking with the vile man brought a feeling of disgust to Desmond's stomach.
"Tell me what you want," Desmond said, his voice quite calm compared to earlier. Victoria could do that to him. "I will give you anything you want... Except for..."
"We don't want that," Doctor Trenkov said, pointing at Desmond's Gardevoir. "We just-"
"That?" Desmond interrupted him. Victoria was clearly a female, as attested by her supple chest and curved hips. To call her an 'it' was majorly disrespectful. "You've got quite the balls, don't you, Trenkov?"
"I'm...sorry?" Trenkov stuttered, a look of confusion on his face.
"It's alright." Desmond looked over at Victoria and saw that she was blushing, slightly embarrassed at becoming the new topic of conversation. "You apologized, so it's alright." Desmond rubbed his hands up and down his legs, allowing the anxiety that had built up in him to take on a physical form.
"Okay," Trenkov continued. "I want you to tell me a story, Desmond. Tell me a story that covers as much of your life as possible."
"I think I need to start off a little later than the beginning, Doctor," Desmond said, rocking back and forth out of boredom. "I'm pretty confused about my earlier years, as you can probably guess."
Trenkov nodded, pulling a writing utensil and notebook from his pocket.
"Start wherever you feel is right," he said. "I want to hear a story that helped to define your view of the world."
"The world!" Desmond scoffed. "What a great place, the world is. Lemme start things off a few weeks back... maybe a few months. I'm not sure."
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I looked up from my book, because Victoria had something to say, and I could tell. I could always tell. We're connected. It's love. At least I'm pretty damned sure it is. Sure enough.
"Your elder is trying to communicate with you, master," she said to me. "She has a task for you."
"Very well," I responded. "What is the task?"
"She requires that you escort the youngest to another home to pick up a component of a project for the Ministry," she said. She was constantly using her abilities as a natural-born psychic to serve as a communicative messenger of sorts between others and I. I always appreciated the help.
"Tell her I'll do it," I said. "How far must I go?"
"She says that the youngest knows where it is. He'll lead you there."
"Alright," I replied. "Thank you, Victoria." I'd always made a point of thanking her for everything she ever did to help me. It was polite, and she appreciated it. She'd always say,
"Any time, master," and she always meant it. She was always there to help me.
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Doctor Trenkov interrupted Desmond's flashback to ask another question.
"Desmond, I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, timidly. "Could you tell me more about Victoria?"
Desmond looked the prime example of a female Gardevoir over.
"She's got a flowing white gown, and sleeves and hair as green as lush grass, and skin as white as the snow. Her voice is angelic. A symphony birthed in the heavens," he said. "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. She's the love of my life."
"Does she love you, though? Has she said it to you before?"
Victoria giggled at his cluelessness. Desmond answered Trenkov.
"She has. Even if she never had, it wouldn't matter," he said, examining Victoria's hand in his own. "It wouldn't matter because either way, I love her."
----------Chapter End Notes:I have only one request for this story. Review it. And I know where I'm going with this, I'm just not sure how I want it to end or how I'm going to get there
Desmond followed the man into the brick building, not sure of what to expect. As the man in front of him pushed the glass door open, Desmond clutched Victoria's hand anxiously, looking for some sort of comfort in a world that had transformed for the worse in front of his eyes. Everything he'd known, or everything he'd thought he'd known, was a lie. Victoria was his only friend at that point, and he wasn't planning on giving her hand up.
He followed the man into a well-lit room full of seated people. This place had something familiar about it. The scent, the very feel of it. Desmond grew more nervous with every moment that passed, despite the comforting looks on the faces of all of those in the room. They were all staring at him, or so it had felt. Victoria stayed silent at all times, as Desmond had asked her to.
Desmond and Victoria followed the man down a hall from the room through to another room. An empty, small room with no furniture and only a small lighting fixture on the ceiling. The room was soft and comfortable all around, very different from the tough wooden floor of Desmond's home. The man eased Desmond and Victoria into the room, before following him in shortly afterward. He closed the door.
Desmond took a seat with Victoria at his side, on the floor of the room. The man, however, remained standing, worried that sitting on the floor would damage his middle-aged body, perhaps. Finally, the man spoke.
"Desmond," he began, "we are here to help you. My name is Doctor Trenkov, and you can tell me anything."
Doctor Trenkov offered his hand to Desmond, but was reimbursed with nothing but an angry stare. He pulled his hand back and leaned against the wall of the room, trying to maintain his patience. He spoke again.
"Desmond, I'm not sure that you understand why you're here."
"No, I don't, Doctor Trenkov," Desmond replied, his voice filled with impatience and hatred. "So tell me why I'm here."
"Desmond, show some respect, please," Trenkov replied. "You're not exactly in a position to be ordering people around."
Seeking some sort of reassurance, Desmond turned around and looked into Victoria's blood-red eyes. Her previous outward display of shame changed to that of a weak smile.
"I'm sure we'll be okay if you cooperate with Doctor Trenkov," she said, her mature voice causing Desmond's muscles to ache, bearing the weight of a feeling not unlike homesickness. "I trust you to keep me safe, master."
Desmond gave a calm nod and smiled a little at her act of courage. Trusting a man such as this was not something she'd normally do. He really wished that he could leave with her. Or he wished that he could lie down on the floor with her, and run his hands through her silky green hair as he had so many times before. He knew that he couldn't, however. He had to play along with Doctor Trenkov. The very thought of speaking with the vile man brought a feeling of disgust to Desmond's stomach.
"Tell me what you want," Desmond said, his voice quite calm compared to earlier. Victoria could do that to him. "I will give you anything you want... Except for..."
"We don't want that," Doctor Trenkov said, pointing at Desmond's Gardevoir. "We just-"
"That?" Desmond interrupted him. Victoria was clearly a female, as attested by her supple chest and curved hips. To call her an 'it' was majorly disrespectful. "You've got quite the balls, don't you, Trenkov?"
"I'm...sorry?" Trenkov stuttered, a look of confusion on his face.
"It's alright." Desmond looked over at Victoria and saw that she was blushing, slightly embarrassed at becoming the new topic of conversation. "You apologized, so it's alright." Desmond rubbed his hands up and down his legs, allowing the anxiety that had built up in him to take on a physical form.
"Okay," Trenkov continued. "I want you to tell me a story, Desmond. Tell me a story that covers as much of your life as possible."
"I think I need to start off a little later than the beginning, Doctor," Desmond said, rocking back and forth out of boredom. "I'm pretty confused about my earlier years, as you can probably guess."
Trenkov nodded, pulling a writing utensil and notebook from his pocket.
"Start wherever you feel is right," he said. "I want to hear a story that helped to define your view of the world."
"The world!" Desmond scoffed. "What a great place, the world is. Lemme start things off a few weeks back... maybe a few months. I'm not sure."
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I looked up from my book, because Victoria had something to say, and I could tell. I could always tell. We're connected. It's love. At least I'm pretty damned sure it is. Sure enough.
"Your elder is trying to communicate with you, master," she said to me. "She has a task for you."
"Very well," I responded. "What is the task?"
"She requires that you escort the youngest to another home to pick up a component of a project for the Ministry," she said. She was constantly using her abilities as a natural-born psychic to serve as a communicative messenger of sorts between others and I. I always appreciated the help.
"Tell her I'll do it," I said. "How far must I go?"
"She says that the youngest knows where it is. He'll lead you there."
"Alright," I replied. "Thank you, Victoria." I'd always made a point of thanking her for everything she ever did to help me. It was polite, and she appreciated it. She'd always say,
"Any time, master," and she always meant it. She was always there to help me.
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Doctor Trenkov interrupted Desmond's flashback to ask another question.
"Desmond, I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, timidly. "Could you tell me more about Victoria?"
Desmond looked the prime example of a female Gardevoir over.
"She's got a flowing white gown, and sleeves and hair as green as lush grass, and skin as white as the snow. Her voice is angelic. A symphony birthed in the heavens," he said. "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. She's the love of my life."
"Does she love you, though? Has she said it to you before?"
Victoria giggled at his cluelessness. Desmond answered Trenkov.
"She has. Even if she never had, it wouldn't matter," he said, examining Victoria's hand in his own. "It wouldn't matter because either way, I love her."
----------Chapter End Notes:I have only one request for this story. Review it. And I know where I'm going with this, I'm just not sure how I want it to end or how I'm going to get there