June 23, 2006 (3 Comments)
Lexx squinted in the bright sunlight. His eyes had just adjusted to the dimmer light inside. He took a moment to reluctantly admire Damian's work. Everything was … perfect. Perfectly loathsome. It brought a pang of disappointment to Lexx's chest. The layout of the hidden home was precisely how he had envisioned it. The only thing missing was the memory of building it all by his own hands. It wasn't truly his. The balcony doors slid silently together under Riley's careful hand. It brought Lexx abruptly out of his thoughts. He turned to Riley, waiting for his explanation on why they were outside. "Lexx," Riley began slowly. "I wanted to tell you this last night, but there really wasn't an opportune time." The littan paused, almost staging the rest of his words for emphasis. "Chel's father is an alien hunter." Lexx stared at Riley with a stone face. The words went in, but weren't absorbed. "Ridiculous." Lexx grunted. It was inconceivable. Chel? HER father? The odds were just astronomical. Considering the number of people on this world. How could he possibly have chosen one of the few who would be closest to those he wished to avoid? No. It wasn't true. Wasn't it? Doubt nagged at Lexx's mind. Wouldn't it be just his luck?
2 thoughts on “June 23, 2006 (3 Comments)”
Refugnic
Yeah well, I think I need to introduce you to someone, Lexx. Here, come here…may I introduce? This is Murphy’s Law. Murphy’s Law is a bit of a bastard…but a powerful bastard, who keeps getting in the way.
Hey Murph, how do you always say? Ah yes: ‘What CAN go wrong, WILL go wrong.’
Storel
I’ve always liked the more mathematical-sounding version of Murphy’s Law: “The perversity of the Universe tends toward a maximum at all times.”
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