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June 23, 2006 (3 Comments)
Posted on June 23, 2006 by TiffRoss
Damian watched Lexx and Riley leave with a simmering anger. He shook his head and turned to Chel. She was staring after Lexx, wondering what was going on that couldn't be discussed in front of her. Maybe it was better than them talking like she wasn't there. But when they did that, she knew what was going on. "Would you like a drink, Chel?" Damian offered. His demeanor brightened considerably. He enjoyed being the host. "Something to eat?" The sairah's voice rose quickly as he turned and darted in the direction of the kitchen. "Lisaan is a very good cook. You haven't met her yet! I'll get her!"
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)”

  1. 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.’

    1. 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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