La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 06

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

“It’s a long way up, about a hundred floors. My husband needs his rest, so he can’t travel with me.” Anna looked around at the group assembled in the mirrored hallway. “Mr. Dmytruk has agreed to put off the duel until after I return.” Her lips curved in a sour frown. Albert and Ernest were the only two survivors not attending the meeting. Her thoughts about each man disquieted her in different ways. She turned her gray-blue eyes on Roy. “In case I run into any other survivors, I would like a man to accompany me. An athlete would be helpful, too.” She turned her gaze to Constance. “Are there any volunteers?”

Constance and Roy put their heads together and whispered.

George tried to meet his mother’s eyes. She had told him earlier that she needed him to stay and keep an eye on his father. She hadn’t listened to him when he’d asked to go with her. He’d been trying to come up with a better argument ever since.

“We have decided to remain here.” Constance looked around the circle and blushed. Letting Anna travel alone felt like a dereliction of duty, but Roy flatly refused to go. What could she do? She was his wife and would stay by his side. “We wish you luck. We pray to the gods that there is transport farther up the spire.”

Roy cleared his throat. “My splendid wife isn’t saying everything.” He slowly looked around the circle of survivors. Each person watched him closely. “It’s been several days. There should have been new guests arriving at the hotel. The hotel has gone silent. Surely, someone out there must have noticed something was wrong. It’s only a day to the nearest port. Where are the search and rescue teams? And even if you found transport, we wouldn’t go with you. We have no idea how wide the skyrmion blast was. We have no idea what you’d find out there.” He waved his hand expansively. “We live in luxury here. Océane is working well enough. We’re safe. My wife and I are staying.”

Delores blinked at them and slowly shook her head.

“Stuck here?” Lillian furrowed her eyebrows.

Edith’s eyes widened with fright.

Anna forced a reassuring smile onto her face. “You bring up some valid points, Mr. Haversham. If we find the right craft, however, we can travel all the way to Earth. We’re going home. Staying at the hotel isn’t an option.” She folded her arms over her chest with finality.

It was time for George’s new argument. “We need to get the comm net working, Mom. In addition to looking for transport, we could try different computer interfaces along the way. Maybe someone with access left their connection unlocked when everything happened. Ms. Pemberton can help us identify offices that might have such a connection.”

“I’m not going with you.” Edith frowned and fidgeted with her gloves.

“You don’t have to come with us. You can just show us on a map.” George shrugged, reminding himself that this wasn’t the woman he’d fallen in love with. She just looked and sounded exactly like her.

“I wouldn’t know.” Edith returned his shrug. “I’m just a concierge.”

“We can search floor by floor, Mom. We might even find a way to get Océane to speak English again. But I’m the only one here who could work the computer if we find the right terminal.” He clasped his hands in entreaty, realized what he was doing, and dropped them. He didn’t want her to think she was doing him a favor. He adjusted his tie and stood straighter, trying to look confident.

Anna narrowed her eyes and regarded her son. She rubbed her chin and let out a thoughtful sigh. Eventually, she nodded her head and looked at the rest of the group. “My son and I are going up the tower. A search like that could take several days. Who else wants to come? Things will go faster if we have more people to search each floor.”

“I’ll come, Mom.” Lillian raised her hand.

“I need you to stay here, princess.” Anna leaned close to her daughter. “You need to keep an eye on your father while he recuperates.” She rubbed her neck, thinking of Ernest’s unexpected violent act. Her daughter would not have been able to fight back as she had done. “I’ll give you some ground rules before we leave. He’ll need some help, but he’ll also need his space.”

“Yeah, okay.” Lillian glanced at her brother. She thought about saying something caustic, but dismissed the idea. “Good luck, Georgie.”

“Thanks, Lillian.” George couldn’t believe he was going to spend several days alone with his mother. Everything was still a nightmare, but if he got to spend his life in hell with his mom, was it really hell?

“Any more volunteers?” Anna looked at Delores and Edith. Both shook their heads.

“Okay then.” Anna nodded like it had been decided. “Pray for us.”

~~

“Ready to go, Mom?” George hoisted the borrowed backpack onto his shoulders. They’d found it in an empty room. Inside he had a change of clothes for each of them, their toothbrushes, a few toiletries, and nothing else. They were about to set out on an expedition, but they didn’t need much in the way of supplies. The hotel would provide. He glanced at his mother’s exposed calves. She’d hiked her skirts up to climb stairs better. Her calves were wonderfully pale and slender.

“Not much of a send-off.” It was just the two of them standing outside their rooms. As the words left her mouth, Albert’s door opened.

“I wish you luck, Zaals.” Albert wore an informal suit with a green tie. On his shoulder he rested a narrow sword. “When you return, I will have my satisfaction. Honor will not allow me to delay any further.” He frowned at them like he disagreed with honor, but of course he would love stabbing the boy.

“Sure thing.” George shook his head, trying to breath evenly. He stood straighter and tried to smile. “I see you found the armory. And … it was unlocked.”

“Everything’s unlocked, boy.” Albert smirked at George.

“Come along, sunshine.” Anna put a hand on her son’s shoulder and pulled him down the hall. “Pray for us, Mr. Dmytruk. We are trying to save all of us.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why I agreed to further postpone the duel.” Albert looked at George. “Do me a favor and return. If you have an accident like Ms. El Rashidi, there will remain a stain on my honor.” He barked a short, unfriendly laugh and disappeared behind his door.

“Don’t pay him any mind, sunshine. When it’s time, you’ll stick him with the pointy end.” She gave him a reassuring smile as they walked to the stairs. “I’ll cheer loudly when you make him bleed.”

“I didn’t know you had a bloodthirsty side, Mom.” Despite the confrontation with Albert, George couldn’t help but find a genuine smile spreading on his face. His mother’s confidence was infectious.

“I have a soft spot for you.” She pulled on his shoulder, bringing his face close to hers, and kissed him on the cheek. “I have a good feeling about our trip. We’re going to save everyone, Georgie.”

“Me too, Mom.” George was just happy to be with her. Just the two of them. They walked in silence for a while, came to the grand stairway, and began their long ascent. They had only gone three floors when they heard a voice behind them.

“Wait … wait …” Delores huffed and puffed as she hustled to catch up. “I changed my mind … I don’t want to stay. I’ll help you … search.”

Anna turned and waited on the stairs. She smiled at the late arrival. “We’re happy to have you, Mrs. Salazar.”

“Hello, Mrs. Salazar.” George watched her chest bounce under her bodice as the short woman took two stairs at a time. He hadn’t realized she was so athletic. “Glad you could join us.”

“I was going to … stay in my room … and think about Carlos while you were away … but …” Delores caught up to them and stopped on the stairs, panting. She wore a bag at her side, with the strap slung over the opposite shoulder. The band pressed between her breasts. There was a light sweat on her tan skin, her hair was neatly pinned under her hat, and there was a twinkle in her blue eyes. “… I decided you needed my help, and I needed the company.” She caught her breath quickly and started back up the stairs. “Which floor should we search first?”

“We’ll start with floor one-hundred-ten.” Anna turned and followed Delores, her son a few steps behind them. “That’s the first floor we haven’t explored in the past few days.”

“Excellent.” Delores looked over her shoulder and smiled. She could see that George was carefully examining both of their rear ends. “I have a good feeling about this trip.”

~~

“Mr. Dmytruk? Mr. Dmytruk?” Constance knocked on the door. Her husband standing behind her. It had been a day since the Zaals left on their trip, and she had been thinking over the impending duel. The more she thought about it, the more preposterous it seemed. “You do think my idea is a good one?” She looked over her shoulder.

“Yes, my beloved.” Roy smiled earnestly. “A tennis match is a much better way to satisfy Mr. Dmytruk’s honor. I’m sure he’ll agree.” He lied through his teeth. Sometimes marriage called for falsehoods. It was a terrible idea. Especially because George was on his school tennis team, and Albert was … so rotund. The old man would never agree. But there was no use telling his wife. She’d find out the hard way.

“Thank you for the support, honey.” Constance knocked on the door some more. “Mr. Dmytruk?” She frowned. “He’s not answering. Maybe we should check in on him?”

“Let’s give the man his privacy, he …” Before Roy could finish, she gave the door a shove. It silently swung open.

“Mr. Dmytruk … are you …?” It took Constance a moment to comprehend what she was seeing. When it registered, she screamed. “Eeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkk!” She clutched her husband and held him close, not taking her eyes off the horrific spectacle.

“Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Roy screamed with his wife, pressing himself to her chest.

Hanging by his neck from the chandelier, Albert wore his familiar tuxedo. His eyes bulged from his head. His face was blue, and his bloated, purple tongue lolled from his mouth. There was a chair on its side next to his dangling feet. Not only had the man hanged himself, he had also committed hari-kari. A long narrow sword impaled his belly, running right through and protruding out his back. Judging from the blood running out from under his cuffs, he’d also sliced his wrists. There was a drying crimson pool on the carpet under him.