Tourniquet: Conquest

[woodyloveslinkin]

Chapter 10
Illogical Logic​

"Why do you consistently ignore the rules of this house?" Rob blasted his question towards the pair, Ravyn in particular as his were fixated on her. His booming voice bounced off the stone walls and his menacing look became more angry and thick.
"Why do you think you're the one that calls the shots around here?" Chaz challenged, as Ravyn just stood there not knowing what to say. She realised that she didn't want to be included in this fight for keeping her mouth shut was better at times. But it was another thing, also, adding to her silence. She had argued and argued with Rob so many times that she had lost count of their arguments and finally realised, that just shutting her mouth would be a better solution, well, this time anyway.
"Because no one else will!" snapped Rob. "You know not to speak about Fox, period. You go and disobey this rule of this house, that is meant to keep us together. Not fighting like a pack of......Spyralans."
"House?" Chaz choked, becoming more frustrated with Rob by the minute. "What is this? A coven?"
"Do not be stupid Chaz, we are not vampires," spat Rob. "We are meant to be a group of individuals-"
"Hate to remove your head from your ass Rob, but the way that you're treating us, we're anything but individuals," argued Chaz, as Ravyn could clearly see the anger in Chaz's eyes and hear the anger in his voice. He was about to start dancing on Rob's nerves and that was the last thing anyone wanted in the Council. For dancing on Rob's nerves, given lately, was almost like playing with fire. Bella and Viking made a sudden appearance, just metres away from where Rob was standing.
Rob's eyes flickered to and from their arrival and looked back to Chaz, not giving a second thought to how Ravyn felt about it all. Rob took a few steps closer to Chaz, as the worst was running through everybody's head. Rob was going to fight Chaz and that was like history somewhat repeating itself. Spyral imploded, not exploded, from the inside out. The Council was about to relive everything that it stood for and turn out like Spyral, shattered in to a million tiny pieces. Everyone put themselves of standby, even considering Bella's heavily pregnant state, she put herself on the edge, ready to break up a fight.
But who was to make the first blow and when?
Was the question on everybody's mind.
But Rob stopped, after taking a couple of paces and it somewhat eased the thoughts running through the other Council members heads. Rob turned around looked at Viking and Bella near the doorway.
"Look how far we have come to rebuilding such a distraught and needy society, just to see it crumble at the hands of Chaz and his mouth, are you at least grateful for what we have?" asked Rob, as Viking frowned. He suddenly had this horrid image of Sarah saying the same thing to him and how much of a mirror image of Sarah, Rob was now. Bella frowned as well, as she swore she could have heard Sarah say the exact words, are you at least grateful for what we have? The very thought of that, made Bella step back a pace.
"I don't think it's Chaz that you have a problem with," Viking said smoothly. "Knowing your recent mood changes, and many, I might like to add, it's anything but Chaz you have a problem with." Rob just stood there shaking his head from side to side, letting his hair swish with his movements. "So while we're having this heart-to-heart talk, tell me Rob, tell us Rob, what is your damn problem?"
"It is the lot of you," answered Rob, softly, as his eyes skipped from Viking to Bella and then back to Chaz and then stopping on Ravyn who hadn't said anything. Rob was somewhat mortified at the fact that Ravyn wasn't sticking up for him, and felt like this was a mutiny attempt. They were all just jealous that Rob had the responsibility submerged within himself to take on such a powerful role. Power and jealousy had corrupted them all. "What is this, mutiny?" He detached his eyes from staring at Ravyn looking at the ground and fiddling with the chain around her neck.
The chain around her neck?!
Rob looked furiously at Ravyn and stormed towards her. Chaz got to her defence because Rob looked like he was going to kill Ravyn. Ravyn looked up somewhat confused to what was happening because she had tuned out of the whole argument because she knew he wouldn't give in.
"What?" she asked innocently, as she looked around, Viking and even heavily-pregnant Bella had made a sudden dash to restrain Rob. Chaz found himself pushing Rob back against the wall, but was being easily overthrown in his attempts. Rob just kept pushing Chaz backwards so Chaz's black shoes were scraping against the floor's stone surface. The look in Rob's eyes looked like a ravenous beast. Ravyn took a couple of paces backwards, as she realised that Rob was trying to attack her and let the chain that she was previously playing with, fall out of her grip and back against her chest. "What in the hell...?"
"I had every right to suspect you were a traitor from day one," Rob huffed, as Viking came in first as a reinforcement, while Bella was trying her best to talk him out of it. She knew if Rob had accidentally hit her in the wrong spot, she could easily lose her child, so she decided play the role of the peace keeper. Viking and Chaz finally managed to pin Rob against the back stone wall. "Dammit, why did I listen to Mel, when I knew in the back of my mind you were a traitor?"
Bella frowned, not knowing what Rob was talking about and looked back at Ravyn, who gave her a confused look. Ravyn didn't know what Rob was talking about and had to think hard about what he was trying to say. Bella looked back at Rob, who still was fuming mad.
"What are you talking about?" asked Bella, as Ravyn continued to think about what Rob meant. "You're starting to make no sense, Rob."
"Starting?" choked Viking.
"Remember that day, Ravyn, when Mel stopped me from killing you after I accused you of being a traitor to our plan to overthrow Spyral?" asked Rob, as he was forcefully restrained from getting at the woman and ripping her Umina off, or so Rob had perceived it to have been an Umina. "You are still wearing that thing and you lied about it being off you. You are a traitor and I shouldn't be the one being restrained here. You should be and being escorted to a jail cell."
"My Umina, is that what you're talking about?" asked Ravyn. "The-the pendant that I was burdened with for the rest of my life to have around-around-around my neck up until that night of the downfall, is that what you-you-are talking about?"
"Do not play dumb!" snapped Rob. Ravyn didn't know what to say. She had just been accused of committing a crime against The Council, basically. Holding Spyral technology is still somewhat illegal in this society, although on some objects were legalized for strict and medicinal purposes only.
But everyone in The Council knew there were some New World artifacts and technological advancements that belonged to Spyral and hadn't been thrown away. Rob held the key to that door that separated the gadgets and the world outside, in a secret place, only he knew where it was.
"It fell off her that night Spyral went down, I was even there if you need to take someone's word on it," testified Bella, as she could clearly remember the moment like it was yesterday. "She's never had it on her ever since. Do I have to swear on my life and my unborn child's life to make it count?" Rob's eyes darted from Ravyn and then to Bella. He gazed at her, as he stopped struggling against Viking's and Chaz's force that was holding him back against the wall.
He frowned as he looked back at Ravyn. He didn't stop frowning. He shook his head in disbelief, not wanting to believe what Bella had to say for herself. Being the typical stubborn man as usual. He stared at Ravyn, and Ravyn didn't say anything. He decided that if she wasn't going to break the unusually quiet tension between them, he had to be the person to do it.
"So if you were not wearing your Umina, what were you holding?" asked Rob, as he knew by just asking that he would admit to ultimate defeat. It was so uncharacteristic for Rob to set himself up for total defeat, but some things were meant to be a certain way at times.
"It was something you gave me," she answered, as she burst back into tears. She bowed her head and ran off out of sight.
She found somewhere not so long after running out of the room with Rob and the rest of the gang in it, and after running down one long hallway that was decorated with the brightest of colours. The colours ranged from the tangerine orange from the flowers that were in a vase to the dullest of murky-water green that was part of a pastel painting of a famous philosopher. She closed the door behind her and ran into the corner farest away from the door.
Only to forget that this was part of Bella's chambers that she used as her own private quarters with visitors. The furniture looked a bit dusty, other than that, the rosewood cabinets and the black leather lounge set looked brand new as ever.
They looked barely touched let alone used.
Ravyn sat in the corner that was parallel to the verandah with it's wispy white curtains that flowed outwards as the cool summer breeze blew across the landscape. Ravyn fumbled for the pendant she had been fiddling with, and looked at it, in her wide open palm. It was a silver rose, nothing too fancy and nothing too elegant. It reminded her of Joanna, for she was born with a rose as her New World birth pendant. It kept her safe when thoughts of danger and paranoia filled her head and she felt like it was the last thing that was keeping her from taking her own life, in order to be with Joanna in the other life.
She wiped her eyes with her sleeve with the other arm that wasn't holding the rose pendant and sniffled. Things had gone from bad to worse so quickly over these years. The cracks in The Council were becoming more frequent and obvious, but there would be only one person that dared to object and deny such an obvious account, Rob.
The more he tore The Council up, the more he tore her up, but it was though he didn't care. It seemed like he was the one that had been corrupted by power.
Suddenly.
There was a click of the door. Ravyn removed her sleeve from her eyes and frowned. She thought Rob had come after her to tell her that he loved her and everything else he thought she could swallow as the truth.
"Please, just go away, I don't need this, I don't love you Rob," she heard herself say as she thought by just saying those few words, she had thrown a million sharp knives into his heart and got her target. She let the pendant fall back down onto her chest and got to her feet, to tell him to his face. As soon as she lifted her head from the ground, she saw a cloaked figure in front of her, and then figured it wasn't Rob after all. "No. Not you again."
David.
He removed his hood from over his head and smiled to her. Ravyn froze as she knew he had that look on him. He wasn't here to say hi and to socialise with her, he was here for the same old reason why he was always here.
"What's wrong with me?" asked David. "Are you saying there's something wrong with me?"
"Other than you're a sleezy man, no not really," answered Ravyn, as she saw a silver knife reflect shine off its blade. She immediately shut her mouth, as she had a bad feeling that he wasn't here to talk to her. "Put it down."
"Put what down?" asked David, innocently.
"The knife, the knife you have in your hand and the knife I can clearly see," answered Ravyn.
"What? This?" asked David, showing Ravyn the knife. "It's nothing."
"What do you want?" asked Ravyn.
"How do you know that I want something?" asked David.
"Because when you're here, you play mind games with everyone that you run into, and you don't come here to play snakes and ladders with us either," answered Ravyn.
"If I ask you, will you be helpful and comply with my demand?" asked David.
"So now you're resorting to demanding things go your way for once?" asked Ravyn. "Very unintelligent approach you've got going, but whatever floats your boat. I'll do the best I can, along the lines that you leave this building once your demands are met. Or if they're not, you still leave. Agreed?"
"No, I've left this building a number of times without getting what I want," answered David. "What makes you think this time is going to be different?"
"Because Rob's in a foul mood and I will place you in his firing line," answered Ravyn. She turned her head slightly. "Rob!" A few seconds later some footsteps followed.
"And how exactly are they going to get through a locked door?" asked David, as Ravyn looked sharply back at him. "Now you didn't think of that one, didn't you? I'm smarter than you think I am. I'm always one step ahead of The Council."
"Keep telling yourself that," assured Ravyn, somewhat sarcastically, and wiping the smile off David's face. "Two words of advice. Get. Out."
"Why?" asked David. "I'm here to get the party started."
Before Ravyn had a chance to continue playing his mind games, David came at her with the knife drawn and aimed at her heart. She panicked and ran towards the door. He caught her arm and threw her back. She landed against a cabinet, making the cabinet and all the wine glasses inside rattle. She opened a drawer and pulled out a fork. She held it threateningly, as David stopped and laughed at her.
"Don't underestimate the damage this cooking utensil can do," warned Ravyn. David continued to laugh at her weapon choice.
He came at her again, but he missed and she was sent down to the floor, right in front of his feet. Quick thinking saved her life, as David was aiming for the lower back to do spinal damage but she got in first. She stabbed him through the foot with the fork, leading him to scream in agony. While David was hoping around in pain and agony, she got to feet and ran towards the balcony, stupidly. She ended up trapped on the balcony she realised, turned around and David was there.
"I guess it's time for one of us to meet our destiny a little earlier than what we had expected," laughed David. Ravyn looked at his foot and it was just pouring out blood. But David wasn't holding his knife and then resorted to physically attacking her with his bare hands. He smacked her across the face, cutting her lip in the process and grazing her cheek. The hit was that heavy that it double the damage. He grabbed her with one hand, placed it under her throat, and lifted her up off her feet. He then made sure that she could barely touch the rails with her feet and then suddenly, someone came bursting through the doors of the Bella's chambers.
David dropped Ravyn, as Ravyn fell through mid air, and thought for a split second that she was going to drop down to the ground, but managed to catch grip of the edge of the concrete. She struggled to keep holding on and it wasn't until a couple of minutes later, a black cloud suddenly appeared and it floated away. Which was strange because when that happened, the people that had come to her rescue had stopped fighting and she could hear it.
A hand caught her as her right hand slipped from the edge.
But it was the owner of the hand that surprised her. His hand prevented her death for this wasn't a game where immortals fought one another and no one died. She really thought she was going to die and as for David, that was something she had no idea that he was capable of doing. Overall two questions came about to her when she was hanging on to this single male's hand for dear life:
In order to David disappear like that, did Sarah or any of her science lab buddies had any role in creating this new escape mechanism?
That single question had sparked a lot of other questions, now that she thought about it, but she couldn't put them into coherent questions, they were just a bunch of words right now and she needed to calm down and think a lot through. Not right now, not as she hung onto this hand for her life, literally.
And the final one.
Who did this strong hand, that she was hanging onto dear life, belonged to?

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[Ravynlee]

*gasp*
What the hell? Who saved her? How did David dissapear? What the hell is Rob's problem? So many questions left unanswered! Haha, wow... talk about Rollercoaster! :clap:

 

[woodyloveslinkin]

Chapter 11
Blood Karma
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Jack sat at the dining table, casually sipping at the little food that he had. He was much like Sarah, he had gone from riches to rags and was hating every minute of the rags part as much as possible. His black lanky hair covered his eyes as he looked down at the table. No one else was home but him. Sarah was out, and that is all that lived with him, was her company. He only looked to her as a friend but he knew that David looked to her as an inanimate object that didn't have any emotions. David was quite wrong, Sarah was physically and emotionally strong and she didn't need a man to tell her what to do, so far in her life.

Jack couldn't help but to wonder as he placed the spoon down on the wooden dining table and rolled up his white long-sleeved shirt that was casually dipping itself into the tomato soup, each time that he had taken a scoop out of his soup.
There was a knock at the door that led into the three bedroom room house but only two bedrooms were currently being used. Jack got up from his seat to answer the front door, as normal people would do, but no, the person had invited himself in.
"David, what are you doing-?"asked Jack, as Jack stopped in his question when David gave him a frown and now was limping. "What in Spyral's name happened to you?" The door slammed shut behind David, as he sat himself down at the dining table, opposite to where Jack had been sitting. Jack noticed how bloody and red his foot was, even with his heavy shoes on.
"Stupid little Council member attacked me," answered David, as he slowly took off his shoe. He cringed when he came about to taking it off. He frowned at the inside of the shoes and tossed the shoe aside. He had four deep holes in his foot, that had dried blood around each one of them. But don't let the dead blood fool one, the shoe was drenched in blood so much, it had stained the leather on the outside of the shoe.
"What happened?" asked Jack. He just stood there, against the opposite wall, as he withheld laughter. David, the big buff man, got attacked with what liked a mere fork and he was brutally wounded by such an attack.
"She came at me with a fork, what does it look like? An ultra small pitchfork?!" snapped David, somewhat bitterly as he had just secretly assured Jack that it was a fork that had bought him down to standstill. "Then, when I thought it was all clear, a bunch of them came out of nowhere."
"Who? Councillors?" asked Jack, as David shook his head. "Who were they then?"
"I don't know, have never seen them before," answered David. "But, however, I did recognise an old face in the crowd." David stopped abruptly and looked around. "Where's Penelope?" Jack didn't answer with a verbal answer, but just merely shrugged his shoulders. "Timothy was there." Jack frowned and crossed his arms in disbelief. "I'm not pulling your leg either."
"Timothy was there?" asked Jack, as David nodded. "What is he doing behind those walls?"
"I would assume that he's either been brainwashed into being a Councillor or he's a prisoner," answered David. "I don't know, don't ask me these things, I don't know everything you know. Would Sarah know?"
"Of course," answered Jack. "I don't know if she hasn't told you or not, but she's three steps ahead of everyone when it comes to matters like this."
"Don't kid yourself on that one," answered David, as he rested his foot on the table. Just as soon was about to come through the door, Sarah came through the front door and eyes solely on David. "Good day." David smiled as though he hadn't done something wrong, but he knew he was going to cop it.
"Where is the Dome?" asked Sarah, briskly looking at his foot and then back to him. She didn't have the sympathy built in her to care about injured soldiers who didn't do their original mission.
"Couldn't get to it," answered David.
"What did you do to your foot and who did it?" asked Sarah, as she just surprised not only David, but surprised Jack that she actually cared for someone. Jack knew there had to be a catch to the sympathy act, for her to be naturally sympathetic was rare and at times, quite odd.
"Councillor, and put a fork through my foot," answered David, as Sarah left the conversation suddenly.
"What about Bella? Did you even get to her?" asked Jack. "That's her name, isn't it? Bella?"
"You're a twat Jack," answered David, somewhat smiling at how Jack pumps his image to be all knowing and all faithful. David suspected if Spyral didn't make back up the rankings, it was because of Jack. He can be smart and sometimes, too smart for his own good, which David thought Sarah would be more cautious around him because of that. But David assumed that she had her reasons. "I had a different plan. I thought if I could kill or severely disable another Council member, it would get the message through to her in another clearer way of giving it back. That was the last minute plan, when I realised it wasn't her that was sitting in one of Bella's chambers. I had to readjust my plan, like all good masterminds do." Sarah came storming back into the room where Jack was still against the back wall and David was still resting his foot where normal people ate their dinner. Sarah had a fork in her hand. She did it quick and swiftly.
One second David was fine.
One second Sarah was walking with a fork in one hand.
The next second, David was screaming in pain.
The next second, Sarah was walking away without a fork in one hand.
"What was that for?" Jack managed to ask Sarah, as Sarah stopped, ignored the screams of agony coming from David's mouth, and faced Jack.
"That is what he gets for not giving me what I want," answered Sarah. "I get what I want and I get it when I want. Now is that comprehensive enough for you or do I have to spell it out for you?"
"Oh no, that's okay, I understand your reasoning quite fine," said Jack, as he nodded quite slowly. Sarah gave a little smile as David had managed to get the fork out of his foot. She turned around to see what progress David had made. Sarah and David met eye contact but David gave a bitter look while Sarah gave an innocent smile.
"Now, tell the truth, what was that for?" asked David.
"Are you accusing me of lying?" asked Sarah, somewhat briskly. David shook his head. "Good. I do not get what I want and you do not get want you want."
"Which was?" asked David, tossing the bloody fork aside. It made a loud clank sound when it hit the floor. David didn't look too impressed but he knew better than to complain about it.
"I want the Dome, did not receive it, you wanted to be painless, you got quite the opposite to that," answered Sarah. "And plus, no pain no gain."
"What am I going to receive out of having a fork put through my foot?" asked David, as it was clear that both sides of the conversation were getting annoyed. The cracks were appearing and this didn't settle with Sarah too well. It was the last thing she wanted to see. She had a feeling that The Council wasn't so perfect as it's public image resembled to be.
"Why are questioning my motives?" asked Sarah, frowning at David's questions. "I am here to to put an end to this awful society that we are living and here you are questioning me. Do I have to remind you who I am the daughter of?" David shook his head. "If you have not noticed David, but there are cracks appearing as we speak in between us, and we are only a small group. Do not make it worse." Sarah stormed out into a different room, leaving David and Jack exchanging glances.
Jack knew better than to get on Sarah's bad side and wondered what was making David snap. Maybe all the blood on the table that was flowing out of his wound and the fact that Sarah didn't believe in the use of medicines. Jack assumed this based on the fact that David was on the verge of asking for medical help, something that was considered foul and belligerent. Jack read David like a book at times and David was in fact, on the edge of asking for medical help. It still went against Sarah's morals and upbringing. David had to let it heal itself, deal with the pain, or in the worst case, let himself bleed to death.
Sarah looked at the mirror in her bedroom. Her bedroom was just a bed on the far edge, next to the window and a mirror. Her clothes were kept in a separate room, as she had always done so when Spyral was at world domination power. She saw herself looking back at her. How she urged for the New World to have never fell and how she urged Joanna or at least Spyro were still alive to hear her cries. She treated Spyro like a human being even though Spyro was just a programmable best friend to her. She treated Joanna, as not only her heir, but as a sister. It was personally hell for Sarah to have no siblings in general, but then she thought to herself, that it was that way for a reason. Her father had given her Spyral for a purpose and that purpose Sarah had failed greatly.
Her black hair wasn't as well kept as to back in the old days, and she dearly missed her corsets and all of her elegant furniture. She feared that one person in this uprising would betray her and trust, was indeed, the hardest thing to achieve.
She continued to stare at herself while deep in thought. She closed her eyes eventually and tried to reassure everything would be okay. She was driven and she was determined. She had two means to get what she wanted, that's all. It would take an army to overthrow The Council. She also knew that the minute that she had decided to conceal her identity under the pseudonym Jill, there was only one way that she could get her real identity back into the real world. She thought about what David said.
Was it that bad that she was still a virgin to the point where David had to repeatedly remind her about it?
Was he right about if she dies no one by birthright would inherit Spyral?
What if the person she would nominate be the person to bring Spyral's death back?
She sniffled as she opened her eyes again and looked back at the face staring back at her. It seemed like it had been so many years since the downfall of Spyral because the days go past so slowly her, as she stood in rags. But it was the rags were the only things that were separating the world from seeing her nude body and that was the last thing any woman of any high morality would want.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts as she looked to her bedroom door. David was standing there, and Sarah immediately saw his foot wrapped tightly with a rag. Sarah frowned upon it, because David was treating it and that only proved that he wasn't a man, but a coward. A man deals with the pain, a coward treats it to avoid pain.
"Penelope is here," said David, without giving his apologies for before and for the fact that he had just interrupted Sarah for she was on a self-discovery path before he knocked.
"And?" asked Sarah. She didn't care in other words.
"She's got something to show you, something that I've been meaning to tell you, but I've been busy with other things, like you putting a fork through my foot," answered David.
"Here is a piece of advice David," Sarah said, blunt as ever. "Roll that tongue of yours back and unroll it when it speaks of something good, not stupid, as I have noticed you have had a habit of doing so, lately. Or I will cut that tongue of yours off. I have put a fork through your foot and do not underestimate my physical power, David, I will do it if you push me like that again. Do I need to repeat myself?" David shook his head in agreement. "And you are not a child, use your words."
"Yes," David replied.
Sarah was somewhat suddenly intrigued to what Penelope had arrived with and what she had to show Sarah. It had to be critical or important, for disturbance of her self-discovery journey was somewhat very important to Sarah at the moment. Sarah detached herself from the mirror and followed David back to where Sarah had put a fork through David's foot for the second time this day. She had to congratulate the Councillor of doing that, when she finds out who did it. Sarah thought that he must have done something stupid to deserve it.
Penelope was standing there, at the wooden dining table, with a beakers placed outside the box that Sarah figured that she carried them in into the house. The beakers weren't empty for they were filled with different colours. Sarah thought for a second she had managed to liquidize the Comet's Eye but shook that thought off, as she realised that no one knew where the Eye was, except for Sarah herself.
"What is this, Penelope?" asked Sarah, still not sure what to make of these beakers.
"It's something we've been experimenting with," answered David, taking the metaphorical podium.
"I said Penelope, not David!" Sarah snapped. Sarah looked from Penelope and to David. She gave him a death stare, that was indicating that Sarah would pick up the nearest object and make her threat about cutting his tongue off come true. She looked back to Penelope, as Jack hid a smile. "What is this, Penelope?"
"It's the main components of the Eye, without using the Eye itself, liquidized," answered Penelope. Penelope picked up a pink liquid flask and showed Sarah. Sarah walked to the flask as Penelope held it out for Sarah to hold. "After I was told about the Comet's Eye, I was somewhat intrigued to know more. I managed to bury up some forbidden text, that is to The Council's standards, and managed to get the core ingredients to the Eye. Which are-"
"Hydrogen and nitrogen," Jack interrupted in a burst of excitement.
Sarah looked at Jack bitterly for his interruption.
"Thank you Penelope for that information," Sarah replied, sarcastically. Jack bowed his head, as Sarah looked back to Penelope. "If you can liquidize the Eye's core components, why is this out of my knowledge?"
"Because it's a very age old technique and am I right to believe that Spyral didn't linger on the past?" asked Penelope, as Sarah nodded. "In 1989, way before you and I were born, there was an Austrian physicist that was sentenced to death for discovering ways, how to disappear into thin air."
"I could do that back in the days of Spyral, it was called teleporting," objected Jack at the idea. Sarah didn't object but listened on. Penelope turned to Jack and stared at him.
"Don't think I'm stupid, but in order to teleport you would need the aid of heavy and costly machinery," retorted Penelope. "I have done my research."
"Continue then by all means," replied Jack, as Penelope turned back around to catch Sarah's eye who was too busy looking at the pink fluid in the beaker. Sarah noticed that Penelope was looking at her with her eyes and looked back at Penelope.
"Tell me how it works," requested Sarah.
"It takes ten to twenty hours for dilution to complete," Penelope started to explain, as Sarah realised that she could use Penelope to her advantage. She was another almost version of Brad. "In your blood there is DNA and plasma, the two main components of blood-"
"I already know this," Sarah interrupted. "I came for a science lesson not a revisit of my scientific knowledge."
"The reason why there are different coloured liquids here today, is because we have different DNA double helixes and different plasma types in our blood, and the first step is to put a pint of your blood in here," explained Penelope, who seemed to have her explanation all over the place. "We hold the core components of the Eye under a high chamber pressure for a few days, but the pint of blood into it, it will then take another ten to twenty hours for dilution to complete itself, and by then, it will have formed a thin liquid and turned a certain colour according to the strand structure in your DNA."
"Mine's the blue one," said David, as Sarah looked to him.
"You have been doing this without my discretion?" asked Sarah, a bit offended.
"We had to experiment a couple of times," answered David. "We had some nasty side affects to start off with."
"How have you been doing that without my knowledge?" asked Sarah, frowning, as she felt somewhat betrayed.
"It's nothing personal, it was meant to be a surprise," answered Penelope, as Sarah looked back. Sarah didn't know what to say but remained by her dignified silence. "And before you ask, what about the rest of these coloured ones, we stole the blood from the blood bank from the hospital."
"Nice," Sarah whispered, as she smiled. "What are the side affects?"
"Vomiting, at the moment, we've had worst trust me," answered Penelope. "I had to make an antidote because someone decided not to follow instructions and swallowed more than he should have." Penelope looked angrily at David, as David said nothing. "Someone couldn't appear half an hour after it originally wore off. I ought of done the scientific world a favour and shot you for it."
"So this what you have been doing instead of the factory?" asked Sarah, as everything made sense now. David had so much time on his hands to come and pester Sarah, while she was under the impression that he was working at the factory from nine to five. "No wonder you had so much time on your hands." Sarah looked to Penelope as she realised what Penelope had added before. "What happens in this process?"
"Because of how strong and concentrated the core components are when diluted, it turns you to gas when you want to take off in a rush, but while you're on ground you remain solid," answered Penelope. "So for an example of how it works, you jump off the ground and you're coloured particles. We're not entirely sure that it's ready for use just yet, for there are improvements needed right now, but if you want to use it now, I'm advising against it, but at the same time, I wouldn't stop you in particular, Sarah."
"What are we going to call it?" asked Jack. "Jump and fly?"
"I can give you the scientific name to it, that's about it," added Penelope. "Bloodium Kydronitrarma. It's a tongue twister."
"Wasn't this already invented and named?" asked Sarah, remembering what Penelope had previously said about the 1989 guy.
"It was partially working back then, but by law, no one was ever to recreate and improve it," answered Penny. "The Austrian guy had named it Bloodium Kydronitrarma."
"I have a better name for it, in which no one is going to debate the name with me about it," Sarah decided, firmly. "The scientific name shall remain intact, but we're going to call it Blood Karma."​

 

[Ravynlee]

I can only imagine how such an invention / scientific discovery is going to impact on Spyral's plans for a revival of world domination. Good things in bad hands = not so pretty outcome. Am impressed about the approachability of this technology, meaning you don't need to be Einstein to understand it but you've made it real enough to seem believable in the realms of this story. Well done. BTW stop stabbing David. Sarah's obviously fishing for an act of mutiny I take it. More than once I've wanted David to rise up and strike the smug smirk off his previous boss' face. I'm also wondering why this cut-throat mob of past Spyraleans don't band together to overthrow Sarah, then Jack, David and Penelope can duke it out to the death over ultimate control. If this gang is as bad as we've been led to believe, I'd be extremely careful if I were Sarah. Personally I hope she doesn't rise again, I don't like what she stands for, but I can see how she could use the rifts in the new society to flourish, and kudos for her if she does. Let's face it, makes things that much more interesting if Spyral rises up again.

 

[Devilsnight2003]

Ok, cool. I've just finished reading the Blood Karma chapter and being told to comment, lol. The chapter is good, i like the sounds of Blood Karma. It has some interesting applications. I also like Jack's personality in this chapter

See the thing is i've read odd chapters and its kind of become clear that A) I should read this from the beginning so i have more understand of the characters and plot line cause it is definiately something i would consider when buying a book, which you should feel proud of cause im fussy about my books, and B) I should stop writing mine cause its blatenly rubbish, lol.

 

[woodyloveslinkin]

Chapter 12
The Game​

It was later the evening and David was still tending to a wounded foot. Despite how bulky and strong his appearance was, it had wounded him greatly and had bought him down to his knees, basically. David was out and about with Penelope and Sarah, as Jack stayed back complaining that his head was sore, in which David merely rolled his eyes at.
The brightly lit city of the angels was glowing warm under the set sun and the crowds swarmed into the city centre like moths to a bright light. It was animosity and it was something that Sarah had to put a stop to, but not now. She was Jill, not Sarah. She had to stay in character for the fate of Spyral laid gently in her palms and she was the one that had to call the shots.
David hobbled along the dirt paths with the aid of Penelope helping him, while Sarah refused to help the wounded. It was her belief after all and her perception of what society was like, and David understood this, but he didn't know how long it would be until he had a go at Sarah. But for the time being, he kept low and he kept quiet.
Knowing little about Penelope and her nature, Sarah was blissfully ignorant of Penelope in general. She hadn't shown any uprising or anything in the defiance nature, but Sarah had her own paranoia eating at her.
It was muggy and the humidity had to be over fifty percent tonight for the people's clothes stuck to them like glue almost. There were many people down on the streets tonight for it was the night where everyone got their food ten times cheaper, and this only happened once a month, and ever since The Council had their regime implemented. This was meant to 'help' the people to cope with the day-to-day struggles of life, and food was the number one priority at the top of the list. Sarah could see women and their families just carrying boxes full of fruits and vegetables. Some had meat in them as well. It was unbelievable the animosity in their eyes, they were a bunch of rabid dogs in Sarah's eyes, not humans.
Where was the control of outflow of food? Where were the guards and the control? By the rate The Council was going they would eventually run out of food for everyone, including for themselves. Where was the rationing? Sarah was obviously appalled by the environment she walked through, almost being bumped several times by large bulky men, who held strong resemblances to pigs. She stopped and turned around, to see Penelope and David not far behind her.
"Something wrong, Jill?" asked David, as he came to a halt and Penelope halted as well. Sarah shook her head. "What's the matter then?"
"I can't find the apples," answered Sarah, who kept herself placid by acknowledging the fact that she didn't want to be sentenced to death by The Council, before Spyral had a chance to fit back at them.
"Over there," said a lady, pointing to the piles of red and green apples not far from where the trio were standing. The lady had overheard Sarah's answer and had stopped specifically to help her out.
"Thank you," thanked Sarah, giving the blonde-haired woman a small smile.
"Well, aren't you the polite lady?" asked the woman, as Sarah nodded. "I'm glad someone has manners around here. All this pushing and shoving, doesn't sit well with someone who's claustrophobic-" Sarah saw the lady staring at something or someone behind her. She frowned as she turned around to realise that the lady was staring. Sarah should've known, sh was staring at the town bicycle. Sarah rolled her eyes and looked forward. She walked on, leaving the town bicycle, Penelope and the strange lady to themselves. "Why am I not surprised to see you here, David?" Her speech was thickened by her very obvious English accent.
"Well if I were to be a surprise to you, I did a bad job of it," answered David, as he couldn't help but to give a faint smirk. The lady who had the blonde hair and wore a blue sundress looked from David to Penelope who had one of David's huge arms wrapped around her neck, for that was the only way Penelope could help him, seeing how Sarah refused to help the poor man who had been attacked twice by the same method of injury but by two different people. "This is Penelope." He smiled, with cheek.
"Hi..." Penelope had no clue who she was greeting and looked rather confused. David turned to her.
"This is Holly," he introduced. He lowered her voice and took it down to a whisper in her ear. "Beware, she's a vixen to women and to all men. So if she gets nasty with you, I'm telling you now, no surprise. She's the meanest Worlder I've seen since, I don't know, Sarah, I suppose. But even Sarah has flexibility at times, this one never budges. She was born arrogant, I swear on my father's grave."
"What are you putting in that girl's head, David?" asked Holly, crossing her arms. If any onlooker had been at the sidelines of David's entire life, that onlooker would have concluded that David loves blondes, thus, Holly and Bella, on top of every other blonde that had crossed David's path, more than once, and David made sure they crossed his path more than once.
"Nothing," answered David, with an innocent look on his face. He was almost tempted to put his puppy eyes on but decided that motion was too desperate. He was desperate, but not that desperate. He already had Bella wrapped around his finger, he didn't want more, just for the time being.
He tightened his grip around Penelope, to the point where Penelope was starting to think that she was David's doll for the evening. Penelope didn't know David that well, personally, but she saw how every woman treated him. With the eyes of a dog - the puppy eyes when it was obvious that the woman was in love with him, and the other, the eyes of a rabid dog - the ones that held this characteristic had made it clear that they wanted David dead. Probably because they were once the women with the puppy eyes turned rabid.
"The sad thing about your lies David, they're very easy to pick up, or at least for me," Holly replied, not very impressed with his attempt to tell the truth.
Holly and David went back before the dawn of time, and by that, it's implied that they went back before Spyral had its regime in place. They were once a happy couple who sat on their porch on their Texan porch every dusk to watch the sunset. Holly, who was originally from England, and by the sounds of it, hadn't lost her accent either, had sacrificed a life in England to be with David. That was until the blast had hit that fateful day, and it was David's excuse to leave Holly, fighting for her life by herself, while he went around the land seeing if there were any jobs he could use as a scapegoat to not come back to Holly. In all honesty, David thought Holly was dead. Up until now. The burns from the blast had lined her once-smooth hands and the scars from being exposed to so much radiation along with the memories, was all that Holly was stuck with.
"I don't know what you're talking about to be honest," David smirked, but gave an honest tone in his voice. "Did the blast rupture your mentality?"
"You left me to die," Holly remembered, as tears started to swell up in her green eyes. The reflections from the lights surrounding them could be seen in the built up tears. "You said you loved me and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Is this how you treat a loved one? Left to just die alone?"
"I thought you were dead so that's why I left," David explained, as Penelope tried to make sense of what was happening but was having a hard time trying to take David's side on this argument. "I left because I was too afraid of what life would be like without you-"
"That's not how I remember it-"
"Holly, you were in shock you don't remember things correctly-"
"I might have a shaky memory of things but there are events that I am certain of," Holly said, uninterrupted. "You were never one for a relationship you just want to play in the playground." Holly gave Penelope a dark look and looked back to David. "Which would explain the mistress that you've got hanging from under your arm there."
"Excuse me?" Penelope pouted. "I'm no mistress Holly, and I can assure you that right now. I am no one's bitch or mistress. And I've never lowered myself to those standards that you're accusing me of lowering to."
"What's happening here?" asked Sarah, coming back with a few apples that she had picked out from the mountains of newly picked apples that were on sale in front of a small market stall.
"We're having a small discussion here," answered Holly. "It's between me and David." Holly cringed and then closed her eyes. She opened them back open again and looked at Sarah. "I'm sorry but who are you again?"
"Jill," answered Sarah. "And you are?"
"Holly," answered Holly, bluntly.
"Well, Holly, you're starting to pick a fight here in public with a good friend of mine and that will simply not do," Sarah told Holly off. "Are you of New World or Old World descendant?"
"I was born and bred an Old Worlder, and proud of it," answered Holly. Holly scanned Sarah with her eyes and frowned. "By the skimpiness of you, you're a New Worlder. Pathetic little New Worlder seems like she can't live with the lovely rule of The Council now. Spyral ain't here to save you no more. Spyral's long gone." Holly was pushing buttons, a lot of them. She was pushing Sarah's in particular. Sarah had gone to all means everyday to avoid hearing such words. Penelope was about to crack as the comment about being David's mistress had severely gotten to her. David just wish Holly would shut her mouth and walk away before trouble erupted.
"Jill, we should go," David persuaded Sarah, but it seemed like he was speaking into thin air. He knew that Sarah wouldn't be holding on too long to her patience but he had no idea what Penelope was about to do.
"And by the looks of you and your little friend, Penelope here, you've been having bites out of David yourselves," commented Holly.
"Holly, are you here just to pick fights or what?" asked David, as he rolled his eyes at Holly's nasty glare that she sent him.
Penelope had lost it, she had enough of Holly and her mouth. She let go of David, who eventually had to hold onto a nearby pole because of his limping foot and came at Holly, in the full view of the public. Penelope managed to get a punch in before Sarah had the chance to separate them. But as soon as Sarah opened her mouth to tell Penelope off for acting like an animal, a full fist had hit Sarah in the jaw. Sarah fell down to her knees, clutching her jaw and almost crying in pain. Yes, she could have fought back as her true nature would have automatically done but she wasn't herself, she was meant to be someone else for a change. Her identity was on the line and Sarah didn't want to be on the receiving end of the firing squad.
"You want to start me, both of you?" asked Holly, as Penelope came to Sarah's aid. Penelope managed to forcefully remove Sarah's hand away from her jaw to reveal blood was pouring out of Sarah's lips and into her hand. Her lips was stained with her own blood.
"Are you alright?" asked Penelope, as Sarah nodded and Penelope helped her get to her feet.
"Oh ****, Holly, don't do this to them, it's not worth it," answered David. Penelope and Sarah frowned as they looked up to see about ten or fifteen men now gathered around them. "You can't bash them for being New Worlders."
"You stay out of this," answered Holly, as she pointed her firm finger at David and turned back around to see Penelope and Sarah looking at the floor. Sarah had dropped her apples and was looking to where they went. Holly detached herself from the circle of men and came into where Sarah and Penelope were standing. Both of the girls looked at her.
"You don't attack people who play the good person who tries to break up the fight," said Penelope. "Your problem lies with me and vice versa."
"Do you realise who I am and what importance I have in this society girls?" asked Holly, as both Penelope and Sarah shook her head. "It looks as though David forgot to tell you something, again. I am the one that everyone obeys and I'll ****ing checkmate you when I'm done with you."
"In other words, gangland?" asked Sarah, as Holly nodded.
"Oh ****," Penelope cussed.
"Oh ****, that's right, you've just stumbled across my path the wrong way," answered Holly, as a man who wore a black suit (quite similar to what Sarah's associates wore in the Spyral days) came up to Holly and handed her two small knives. She took them, and threw one on the floor. "The rules to this game is easy. If you live, you win. If you die, well, you lose. The rules are quite simple. I hope you do know how to fight."
Penelope turned to Sarah quite worried.
"Do you know how to fight?" asked Sarah, lowering her voice so that only the two people in the conversation could hear what was going on. Penelope shook her head. "There are two big differences between me and you, Penelope. I know how to fight, on the other hand you do not know how to fight."
"So who's going to play this game of death with me, Penelope or Jill?" asked Holly, as she held the knife in her grip tightly. Sarah turned around and took a step forward. She picked up the knife and closed her eyes. It had been a while that she had held a knife in her hands and she wasn't quite sure within herself that she would live to see another day. "Ah, so it's Jill." Sarah nodded.
It was the matter of seconds and without warning, that Holly came forward with blade pointed straight at the beating heart of her opponent. Sarah held the knife with her teeth, crouched down and waited for her opponent to come at her. Within leg range Holly had arrived in a matter of seconds, and Sarah spun around with one leg stretched out and tripped Holly right over onto her back. Sarah got to her feet, took the knife out between her teeth, held it with one hand and automatically went for her heart. Holly, too, was quick to react, but not quick enough. Sarah had pinned her down with both knees on her chest, and made sure that the tip of the sparkling silver blade lined up with the beating heart of her opponent. Holly grabbed the knife in between both palms as one force was pulling it down towards her chest and the other force was trying to push it away. Holly didn't care where it went but anywhere not in her body. Sarah decided that because Holly didn't play fair before with the quick fight with Penelope, she wouldn't play fair either. With her spare hand, she reached behind her and pulled out a knife. Holly's eyes lit up as soon as she realised that Sarah, or Jill, as she was more known by, had a trick up to sleeve.
Sarah was suddenly pulled back by her collar of her shirt and tossed back onto the dirty ground, where she slid for several metres. She could feel the skin on her back scraping against the dirt and cringed at the very pain of it. A knife went missing out of one hand during the process of her sliding but she managed to keep the knife that she had been originally given. As soon as she realised that she had stopped sliding, she opened her eyes to see a man standing over her. It was one of the men that had stood around in the circle around Penelope. Punch after punch and more blood poured out from her mouth, Sarah finally managed to put the knife through his ribs. He cried out in pain and rolled off her. Sarah got to her feet to see where Penelope and David were, but she could only see where Penelope was. She too was being attacked by the same dressed man. Sarah started to run to her aid, but was side tackled and fell to the ground.
More struggling and more pain, as Sarah felt the very anger in her rise up. Where was David? Was this a set up? Sarah fought back, again, trying to play the game, unfairly as ever. They had cheated anyway, they were attacking Penelope and that wasn't part of the deal. Sarah ended up just headbutting the guy who had pinned her down and knocked him unconscious for a fair good couple of minutes. Sarah got to her feet, staggering to see where she was going. Blood was just coming out of her mouth like it was a fountain and her eyesight had been badly affected.
Suddenly, she stopped, as she realised that Holly was coming at her. She tried to turn back around to try and run because she wasn't thinking clearly at this stage, but she overbalanced and fell to the dusty ground. The back of her top had been ripped open to see the wounds on her back. She tried to get to her feet but just kept stumbling. The next minute she could remember was that she was fighting for life. Holly had grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against a wall that had sharp nails sticking out from it. Sarah cringed and cried, as the pain grew even worse in her back. The sharp pains in her ribs felt like her rib cage was going to explode every time she tried to breathe.
Why did she take on Holly when she knew in herself that she hadn't fought for a good while and lacked the skills she once had?
Sarah heard Holly say something but to her it was just a bunch of random noises that she couldn't make sense of it. Sarah's bloodied face had gone blue and Sarah was still trying to fight for her life. She couldn't see Penelope in sight anymore and the last thing she remembered of David, was that he had gone. He had betrayed Spyral. He had betrayed Sarah.
Holly came out with more random noises that weren't coherent at all and Sarah felt like she was seriously going to die now. But all of a sudden, Sarah heard this bang, and Holly fell down backwards. Sarah felt herself falling, but was too wounded to try and poise herself for landing. But thankfully, she didn't need to. Someone who was clad in black, maybe David, had caught her, and that was the last thing Sarah remembered from that night, right before she fainted.
In all together, Penelope and Sarah sustained multiple injuries that night.
Penelope was the most frightening case, the doctors said who had arrived not shortly after Sarah had blacked out, and Penelope was on the ground crying. Someone who had witnessed the fight had called for emergency. She had abdominal internal bleeding, sustained a cracked skull, and several broken bones. Sarah was quite lucky, she had sustained a concussion, a broken rib or two, minor bleeding, and bruising.
And for the person who caught Sarah. Just say he didn't consider himself to be a hero, he told the authorities, he was just a simple and plain factory owner.

****​

 

[Ravynlee]

Why do I suspect David's planning something? I wouldn't doubt if he did set Sarah up then to make it look 'accidental' and take himself out of the picture as far as blame was concerned. Poor Penn. But wow, that ex of his sure was a nasty piece of work.
Oh and at the end, called for an ambulence perhaps, not emergency
Good though. Bout time Sarah, or 'Jill' experienced what it felt like to be on the recieving end of pain. Hard lesson to learn but worth it. Let's see what she does with her crash-course in pain now.

 

[woodyloveslinkin]

Chapter 13
Thoughts of a Lone Wanderer​

Ravyn walked along the marketplace of Los Angeles, in the same evening that the events of Jill's brush with Holly, unknowingly and innocently, Ravyn walked through the crowds of the marketplace. She looked side to side to see what farmers were selling and what prices they had on offer on this once a month event. She felt somewhat odd being in a crowd of normal people. No one suspected a Council member to be walking alone, in the hurry of a busy marketplace. The fairy lights that wrapped themselves around poles and hung over her illuminated her worries and at the same time her bedazzlement.
She was over the moon of how calm the society that she helped rebuild after the fall of Spyral had become. She just wish The Council was as calm as the society that she was witnessing take place. She was still shaken up and still getting over the shock of having David almost killing her, but the shock took a twist afterwards when she realised who had saved her. He was just a poor prisoner who had crossed Rob and was awaiting a firing squad that was due to be called on the next evening. Timothy. Ravyn had thought to herself and had made it quite clear to Rob several times that if Timothy was a true Spyral supporter, he would've let her fall to her death and would be laughing about it over drinks with David and other such supporters. She knew David had to be a Spyral supporter, anyone with that behaviour and clear harmful intentions had to have worked in conjunction with either Sarah or her father.
She was worried for the fact that Rob had become a completely different person and despite all of the efforts from everyone in The Council, he just couldn't see clearly. She felt like giving up her status as a Council member and just disappearing off the face of the planet. The way that Rob had snapped at Bella, the looks that he gave Chaz, the arguments that Viking and him were involved in on a daily basis, and the way that he treated the woman that he supposedly still loved, herself, she didn't know what to think anymore.
She had lost Joanna to the likes of Spyral and Sarah's evil global regime, was a heavy toll to live with, knowing that she had the power to try and convince Joanna that the world that they were living with, was quite similar to living like a dog. In the end, nothing mattered to Ravyn no more and the only thing she had left was herself. The feeling of being alone had overwhelmed Ravyn on many occasions and it was only a matter of time when Ravyn would take her own life to be in a better place. The ironic thing is however, she wanted to see what the future would be like. There were many questions prompting this ironic feeling that dwelled inside of her.
If Spyral was to rise again, who would take Sarah's place?
Would Spyral be different?
Would Spyral repeat its mistakes or would it make a society that was quite different to the previous one?
Would The Council turn into another version of Spyral?
She couldn't help but to smirk to herself on that last question that she had asked herself, as she thought that if Rob was to succeed as anything, he would succeed in being the next Spyral leader and eventually be corrupted to the point where he decided to change The Council's name back to Spyral. She knew Rob had to get out of power before society turned on them. She could feel society around her now, giving her weird and strange looks. It was bluntly obvious that some people knew who she was but others on the hand, did not. The Council's public appearance was rare, unless something major happened. But society heard about them through the various means of communications they had in place.
She stopped at the end of the marketplace and turned around. This marketplace reminded her of that night that Spyral made it clear that Mel had been brutally murdered and shamed in public. She wasn't there, but she had a few eyewitnesses to testify that this rumour was true.
Mel hadn't died in vain. No one who had fought that war had died in vain.
The person she missed the most was surprisingly Mike. Despite their bickering back and forth like insolent little kids on the playground about anything about one another in sight, she missed him a lot. She did miss the others, like Fox and Mel, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Mike was the person that she missed the most.
If only they could see what society was like now, without Spyral breathing down on everyone's necks and having Spyral guards arrest you for saying a simple word like God. She exhaled deeply, and closed her eyes.
It was a dream, and she needed to wake up from it. But despite how many times she had told herself to do so, she would always open her eyes and see a society without the others on board. Maybe if Mike had lived to see this day, Rob wouldn't be like this. The same could also be said about if Fox were still alive, for it was a well known fact around The Council members that it was Fox's death that instigated Rob's behaviour. It was all a manner of 'what ifs' and Ravyn didn't play well at that game.
Suddenly, Ravyn was bumped out of her thoughts as she realised that someone had ran into her. She shook her head, opened her eyes, and turned around to see a tall man who had black lanky hair over his eyes and seemed rather apologetic towards her.
"I'm sorry, my mistake, didn't see you there," apologised the man, as he gave a small smile. Then he saw the blank expression on Ravyn's face, as though Ravyn didn't care that he had just bumped into her. "Daydreaming were you or something?"
"No, I was just in deep thought, nothing too fascinating," answered Ravyn. Then it struck her, she had seen this man somewhere before. Ravyn frowned as she tried to remember where from or what his name was, but couldn't just put one and one together at the moment. "I'm sorry, but have we met before?"
"I don't think so," answered the man, looking a bit confused. He smiled and held his hand out, for her to shake. "Jack's the name."
"Hi," she replied, not taking his hand. Jack soon realised that she wasn't going to shake his hand and withdrew it. "I've seen you before, I swear I have. Are you a local?" Jack nodded.
"And who might you be?" asked Jack.
"Rav--" she stopped in the middle of her name as she realised that he'll probably put one and one together and instantly recognise her to be a Council member, who was walking around in plain clothes. "People just call me Rachel."
"And, I take it you're a local as well?" asked Jack, as Ravyn nodded. "Funny, I haven't seen you down here before. Did you just move here?" Ravyn nodded. "Ah, welcome to Los Angeles if that be the case. You might've seen me in some other city. I like to travel a lot and I run into a lot of people. Whereabouts did you see me, Rachel?"
"Miami, maybe?" asked Ravyn, trying to think of a decent and popular place.
"Probably, but I don't remember, but that's just me, old age," answered Jack. "You lost or something?"
"I was actually just admiring the markets here, the lights just light up the nights sky, don't you think?" asked Ravyn. Jack nodded in agreement. "Lovely place, the City of Angels, isn't it?"
"It is, and I've lived here for a while myself, and despite all my travels, I just love coming back home," answered Jack, with a smile on his face. "Nothing beats LA's fresh air."
"I don't know about that, Miami has some pretty nice fresh air," Ravyn conversed with Jack, suddenly liking his character. "But there are nicer people here than in Miami."
"And nicer places to go and see," added Jack. He looked on his watch, rolling up his sleeve of his white long-sleeved shirt in the process, and looked back up again. "I'm so sorry, I have to leave. I've got to go run some errands."
"It was nice talking to you," Ravyn complimented.
"Yeah same here," replied Jack. "But before you go, you want to grab a drink tomorrow night or something?"
"Um...okay, I guess that should be fine," she couldn't but to hesitate for a second or two, thinking about how high Rob would go through the roof if he found out that Ravyn was having drinks with another man. If Rob could chuck a tantrum over mentioning Fox's name around The Council's building, he could indeed go ape over this. "What time and where?"
"Say about this time and at Marco's on the west side of town, you know just before you hit the road that leads up to that big building past the hills," answered Jack.
"You mean The Council's building?" asked Ravyn.
"Yeah, that thing, well I catch you tomorrow night Rachel," answered Jack, as he waved goodbye and headed off in the opposite direction.
Ravyn knew she was going to be in deep water with Rob if he gets word of her going out with a stranger that she instantly was charmed by. As far as Ravyn knew she wasn't no one's property and was going to do what she liked to do. She knew not to take drinks from a stranger but at the same time she just wanted someone, she was lonely and she needed someone to help heal the pain that Rob had inflicted on her, emotionally.
She was somewhat surprised that this Jack man, hadn't picked up on the fact that he had just asked a Council member out to drinks, which surprised Ravyn a lot. But she swore, she had seen Jack before.
But where?

****​

 

[Ravynlee]

Haha, wow, I seriously did not see THAT happening! *still laughing* You know, surprisingly, I like this plot twist. It's funny, Sarah's dangerous, David's just plain psychotic, but Jack... he's a different kind of evil. I like this. I wonder where you will take it. I wonder what Jack's playing at, deliberately winning over the trust of a Council Member to bring the place down from the inside - or just to cause more friction with Rob. Ah so much you can do with this. A good twist.
Oh and just for the record, you've captured me quite well (first part of it anyway) - whether deliberate or not, kudos for that