10-28-2020, 11:24 PM
After a shower and change of clothes, Delia was taken to Vickie's office.
The assistant knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in" Vickie said while sitting behind a large beautiful desk.
Delia entered the room while the young lady who escorted her stood in the doorway.
"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" asked the assistant.
Vickie looked up from the paperwork she was reading. "No, but close the door please" she said quietly.
Her eyes shifted back down to the papers. Delia left standing feet away from the desk. Looking around the room
wondering what was next. Vickie spoke without lifting her head.
"Have a seat kid" came the icy words. Delia chose the chair furthest from Vickie's desk.
There was another one of those long, fitful periods of deafening silence. Delia couldn't bring herself
to look at Vickie. Not with what she knew now. And after all that had happened. She just couldn't.
"Are you frightened" Vickie sparked out of nowhere, still looking over the paperwork.
Delia didn't answer right away. She wasn't even sure how to. Three simple little words had suddenly
warped into another language. Her gaze remained focused on her lap.
"It's rude to ignore people, Delia. I'm sure your mother taught you that as a child" said the unfeeling woman.
Delia remained silent. Turning her thoughts inward, she thought that if she could just tune Vickie out
then she could magically free herself from this most unpleasant situation. It wasn't working.
"Look at me" Vickie called out. Delia remained. Unmoved. Non-responsive. A second time then.
"Look at me, now, Delia!" Vickie said in a louder, more demanding tone.
And again, Delia ignored the horrible woman barking orders at her.
Vickie sat staring long and hard at the Detective. Delia still gazing into her lap.
"Then you can just listen" she said hatefully.
Vickie pushed away from her desk and eased back into her puffy leather chair. She took a deep
breath before reciting what was on her mind.
"I was hoping that we could come to some kind of an agreement here today" she said.
"But you don't seem to be fully present. And that is a shame" she said in follow up.
In the space between Vickie's words, Delia found a few of her own.
"Why did you kill her?" asked the very upset Detective.
Vickie's eyes locked on Delia's pretty face. Maybe this would work after all.
"Well, thank you for joining us Detective. Nice to have you here!" she said sarcastically.
Delia's fear was turning into rage, but only glacially.
"Answer my fucking question!" the now outwardly angry Detective shouted.
Vickie rose to her feet giving Detective Delicato a standing ovation.
"There's the girl we all know and love!" she hollered out over her clapping hands.
"Goddamnit, I KNEW you were still in there!" she said as her clapping trailed off.
Delia didn't know if she'd ever see the light of day again, but she was going to be damned
if she didn't get some kind of an answer from this twisted bitch.
"Answer Me!" Delia screamed.
Vickie walked around to the front of her desk and leaned back against it. Again, staring right into
the Detective's face.
"It's called a culling. It's what you do to keep the herd strong. To survive. You know what
survival is, don't you Detective?" she said in a most backhanded way.
Delicato was now almost fully back to herself. Why in the world she chose Gail as her hill to die on
escaped even her own logic.
"And you just get away with it, like that?" asked Delia.
Vickie strolled back around to her comfy leather chair. Sitting down, pulling close to her desk.
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked as the arrogance dripped from her tongue.
Delia now felt a surge of outrage.
"In a room full of scientists, you just murder a woman in cold fucking blood and expect to get
away with it?" Delia said in angered disbelief.
Vickie saw this as her chance to supply a key piece of information.
"Oh, them" she said in a flippant tone. Now putting her feet up on the desk, she smiles wide and continues.
"Those scientists you saw, filling that large room. The men. The ladies. Even the young girls. All of them.
Just like ME!" came the crushing blow our dear Delia had not prepared for.
"You mean..." Delia began before Vickie rudely interrupted.
"Yes! Monstrous alien creatures! One and ALL!" she belted with pride.
Delia had to sit with this one for a moment. It didn't even occur to her. She was once again caught
completely unaware. This little piece of the puzzle thrilled Vickie to no end. She delighted in the
misfortune and confusion of others. She was sick, even among her kind.
"Now, Delia, I believe we have some details to iron out..."
The assistant knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in" Vickie said while sitting behind a large beautiful desk.
Delia entered the room while the young lady who escorted her stood in the doorway.
"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" asked the assistant.
Vickie looked up from the paperwork she was reading. "No, but close the door please" she said quietly.
Her eyes shifted back down to the papers. Delia left standing feet away from the desk. Looking around the room
wondering what was next. Vickie spoke without lifting her head.
"Have a seat kid" came the icy words. Delia chose the chair furthest from Vickie's desk.
There was another one of those long, fitful periods of deafening silence. Delia couldn't bring herself
to look at Vickie. Not with what she knew now. And after all that had happened. She just couldn't.
"Are you frightened" Vickie sparked out of nowhere, still looking over the paperwork.
Delia didn't answer right away. She wasn't even sure how to. Three simple little words had suddenly
warped into another language. Her gaze remained focused on her lap.
"It's rude to ignore people, Delia. I'm sure your mother taught you that as a child" said the unfeeling woman.
Delia remained silent. Turning her thoughts inward, she thought that if she could just tune Vickie out
then she could magically free herself from this most unpleasant situation. It wasn't working.
"Look at me" Vickie called out. Delia remained. Unmoved. Non-responsive. A second time then.
"Look at me, now, Delia!" Vickie said in a louder, more demanding tone.
And again, Delia ignored the horrible woman barking orders at her.
Vickie sat staring long and hard at the Detective. Delia still gazing into her lap.
"Then you can just listen" she said hatefully.
Vickie pushed away from her desk and eased back into her puffy leather chair. She took a deep
breath before reciting what was on her mind.
"I was hoping that we could come to some kind of an agreement here today" she said.
"But you don't seem to be fully present. And that is a shame" she said in follow up.
In the space between Vickie's words, Delia found a few of her own.
"Why did you kill her?" asked the very upset Detective.
Vickie's eyes locked on Delia's pretty face. Maybe this would work after all.
"Well, thank you for joining us Detective. Nice to have you here!" she said sarcastically.
Delia's fear was turning into rage, but only glacially.
"Answer my fucking question!" the now outwardly angry Detective shouted.
Vickie rose to her feet giving Detective Delicato a standing ovation.
"There's the girl we all know and love!" she hollered out over her clapping hands.
"Goddamnit, I KNEW you were still in there!" she said as her clapping trailed off.
Delia didn't know if she'd ever see the light of day again, but she was going to be damned
if she didn't get some kind of an answer from this twisted bitch.
"Answer Me!" Delia screamed.
Vickie walked around to the front of her desk and leaned back against it. Again, staring right into
the Detective's face.
"It's called a culling. It's what you do to keep the herd strong. To survive. You know what
survival is, don't you Detective?" she said in a most backhanded way.
Delicato was now almost fully back to herself. Why in the world she chose Gail as her hill to die on
escaped even her own logic.
"And you just get away with it, like that?" asked Delia.
Vickie strolled back around to her comfy leather chair. Sitting down, pulling close to her desk.
"Why shouldn't I?" she asked as the arrogance dripped from her tongue.
Delia now felt a surge of outrage.
"In a room full of scientists, you just murder a woman in cold fucking blood and expect to get
away with it?" Delia said in angered disbelief.
Vickie saw this as her chance to supply a key piece of information.
"Oh, them" she said in a flippant tone. Now putting her feet up on the desk, she smiles wide and continues.
"Those scientists you saw, filling that large room. The men. The ladies. Even the young girls. All of them.
Just like ME!" came the crushing blow our dear Delia had not prepared for.
"You mean..." Delia began before Vickie rudely interrupted.
"Yes! Monstrous alien creatures! One and ALL!" she belted with pride.
Delia had to sit with this one for a moment. It didn't even occur to her. She was once again caught
completely unaware. This little piece of the puzzle thrilled Vickie to no end. She delighted in the
misfortune and confusion of others. She was sick, even among her kind.
"Now, Delia, I believe we have some details to iron out..."
