revenge

Control 5: The Beach

“I can’t believe it,” huffed Suzie. “That’s that same woman!”

Reese and Greg walked into the foyer of the cinema, talking excitedly to themselves totally unaware as they approached the counter that Luke, Reese’s ex-boyfriend was there at the box office selling tickets. Luke’s strong, square jaw clenched as he saw Reese holding hands with a guy who was even shorter than she was. He would’ve been lucky to be 5’6 and had a youthful face, bright blue eyes and a mop of unruly sandy brown hair. Reese looked as amazing as Luke remembered in a short, black skirt, black knee high boots and a nice button up top, he blonde curls falling about her shoulders.

Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface.

Maria Luke and Susan Fitzpatrick were the two top scientists of their fields. For almost ten years they had worked side by side and developed a handful of great scientific discoveries. Maria was much prettier than Susan and much taller. Susan couldn't help but feel like she was the sidekick in their discoveries even though both of their names were on their reports. Maria was more popular with the other scientists of the university that they worked at. Almost every aspect about Maria's life seemed to dwarf that of Susan's.