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Date Posted: 20:57:25 12/07/01 Fri
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Kitkat
's message, ""Enemy at the Gates" - short repost from "Come to Me, My Love"" on 11:47:12 12/02/01 Sun
Chapter 5
She doesn’t have long to wait. Michael emerges from the kitchen with a tray containing two steaming cups of coffee and two cinnamon rolls. By the time he reaches the couch, she is practically salivating.
Setting the tray on the coffee table, he sits in the leather armchair to her left. After picking up his coffee cup, he opens the conversation, “Felt like going for a mid-night stroll?” he asks pleasantly.
She glares at him over the top of her cup, unappreciative of his attempt at humor and decides to follow his opening.
“Yes, I often enjoy a quiet walk in the moonlight?”
Michael laughs quietly as if enjoying some private joke.
“ You were doing pretty well before the opossum scared you.” Michael laughs again. “That was one that I didn’t expect. You fought off the effects of the drug, picked the window lock, managed to get to the ground, and then, once you’re practically free. You stand paralyzed with fear at the diggings of a small forest animal.” Michael stops, sipping his coffee and then continues, "You know, we are located in the middle of the woods. So, tell me now, if a mouse happens to find his way into the cabin, are you going to jump up on the furniture?” Michael laughs again, seeming to find the idea very amusing.
Nikita draws herself up with all of the dignity that she can manage. “I didn’t know that it was an opossum,” she says, accompanying her remark with what she hopes is a withering look.
“ Okay,” Michael concedes his smirk still firmly in place, “then what did you think that it was?”
“ I didn’t know what it was,” she answer, anger beginning to creep into her voice.
“ Oh, I see.” Michael continues. “Then you’re telling me that whatever it was, it seemed more dangerous to you than me, armed with a high-powered rifle.”
She shifts uncomfortably, unable to think of a logical answer.
“ Well?” Michael persists, forcing the issue.
For a minute she just stares at him, then answers in a sarcastic tone, “Okay, I tried to escape, panicked in the woods, and got caught. What are you going to do about it?”
Michael places his coffee cup down on the table and stands to his feet. “I’m going to teach you what to be scared of and what not to be scared of, and the first thing that you’re going to learn to be scared of, is me.”
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