Being a leader she always pride herself on trying to stay several steps at ease of the game. Everything she had planned hinged on the fact that the Illesian Towers wouldn't be directly destroyed. However with the falls of the towers, the whole world was plunge into a darkness social wise. They didn't just destroy communication lines, power was through the entire realm of the upper elites was gone. Darkness would fall over the world as a blanket and once night fell panic would surely begin to fall all over the world. Of course there was a back up generator which would restore power to the city but that was buried deep within the depths of the city. Only a few had access to it and and reaching that in total pitch blackness was a dangerous task in of itself. Underneath the city were entire maze-like structures that was built thousands of years before by desperate people who needed a way to escape the harsh environments of the unforgiving land scape. Only one man would be able to lead a team through the underground tunnels and yet he was completely off the radar. But most importantly...
[b They had taken Marcus Black.] She had trained him to be punctual and after all the years she's known him, he was never late for whatever occasions. For Christ sakes, this was the same man who survived his own execution planned by the rebel and still was able to make it to the schedule meeting as commander of the population police. Everything about her was tense in this money and as she brought a palm to the hilt of her sword, she let our a slow breath. There would be complete and utter hell to pay. Setting down the vial of blood, the woman slowly unsheath her sword and held it closely to the light. "Bring me my wetstone." Her voice came out low and as she waited for the soldier to return with what she had asked for. Brushing back the locks of hair she slowly let out a sigh.
[i "This is war. Those rebels really fucked with the wrong one. I was reborn in darkness, raised with out the light of the sun.. And this will be the second time I've led a war and the last war was much more brutal than this.. First thing is first, deploy every branch of the military to protecting the people.. Everyone is to be treated equally. Order the elite to open their homes to the people below... Open up all military basis, evacuate as many people to the upper realm as possible throughout the entire city. I want this done within a week. Meanwhile someone track down Barrett. Tell him to lead an expedition towards the back up power grid located beneath the city... When the sun sets, our world will be plunge into total darkness.. And anarchy is the last thing which this world needs. I worked to Damn hard. To Fucking hard to loose everything I've built!!"] Her voice rose intensely as he brought her sword down onto the oak desk..
He had tried his best to prevent as many casualties as possible but things looked bad and were going to get worst before they could her better.when the first. Explosion went off everyone was treated to the deafening sound. Debris and rubble exploided all them. However if that wasn't enough, the gardens which floated above the city had explosions somehow planted within the very thing. It was the one thing which he hadn't been expecting, and before he could call for his men to hold on, the garden began to start hurling towards the ground. It was an unexpected twist, the garden had stood has a proud testament to the ruler of the world. It was only right that such a thing built to owner the tyrant would fall alongside with tower which provide the military with its biggest weapon over the people.. that was the ability to communicate in privacy.
All Alex could do as he fell towards the ground along with the people screaming and waiting for the inevitable end was almost give up hope.. almost till without thinking he scream one world.. and instantly his soldiers were able to spring into actions.. it was as if God was on his side because the very last thing every soldier. Throughout the world heard, before the communications completely went down was "ship."
Instantly flying military plans came towards the falling gardens, but for the man he watched everything on slow motion. Metal claws were deployed to snatch people up and carry them to safety. Those who weren't killed or hurt by the initial blast or falling debris were now suspended in air as soldiers fought quickly to save as many people as they could.. in truth, it took three minutes before the gardens fell to Earth. But in the eyes of the man, it seemed as if those three minutes lasted years.. As some people fell off, he pointed towards them hoping they would be seen. In the end, roughly four hundred and seventy lives were saved during the crashing of the garden. Even thirty civilians where killed all thanks to the desperate plea to help by captain.
And as he fell along with the gardens he laughed softly.. "Is this enough to atone.. For the sins of that day.. when I stood by, and watch innocent women and children be massacre.. or God, will you still send me to he'll? Despite all I've down.. It doesn't matter, be with them.. Save as many lives as you can during this war.. and I'm sorry that your faithful servant couldn't do more."
Falling backwards onto the ground, he let watched as everyone left before she spoke.. whispered "Sorry Johnny boy, but it seems I can no longer watch your daughter for you. I leave her with My wife."
Somewhere, A woman stumble awake and looked out toward the window and a single tear fell for she felt in her soul that her other half had slipped into other realm. But it would be okay. She would see him again by the gates of Pearl. She firmly believed so but that didn't stop the crying..
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Rebel blood splatter onto the streets, as the woman ran her blade through the chest of a soldier. Her speed was unprecedented. And the armor which she wore was light weight and was molded to fit her body. It was like tight leather. Gold shimmered in the dying twilight, before she ran towards the bullets which were fired at her. Like a ballerina, she danced through the rain of bullets, before her metallic arm, grabbed the barrel of one gun and her other brought down the sword hacking off the arm which dared shot at her. There was no mercy shown no quater shown. Towering over them the fear was seen clearly in the eyes of those who had chosen to take up arms against them. A smiled formed upon her lips before she purred. [i "What's wrong Rebel shit? Didn't you want to kill me? Liberate the people and burn what I've built to the ground. Shoot me.. right here in my chest.. STRIKE DOWN THE WOMAN YOU HATE!]
[b SHE'S BATING YOU DON-]! before the other rebel could warn his friend. He was already opening fire into her chest, and the bullet ricocheted and killed him. And frantically, the other male aimed for her chest, but before he'd the chance his chest was impaled by her sword. [i "Listen here YOU shit fucks! I don't enjoy slaying insects. Drop your weapons and after we've finish interrogating you, you're lives will be spared."] There was a pure hatred in her eyes as she stood among the tower of the dead and the intimidating glaze made all loose aight and weapons where thrown at her feet.
In the past week less than a 1% of the entire military were taken to lead the assault on rebel basis. Walking through the city, she herself was bait, and those foolish enough to launch an attack on her were met with the same fate time and time again. Death and suffering.. She looked like a beautiful angel of death with locks of long midnight black and golden armor hugging her body tightly. Those clear dark eyes penetrated those who were frozen with fear and as she marched onward she only had one goal in mind find Black.. regardless the cost.
Leaning forward, she cover her mouth as blood was puked out. It felt like a red hot iron was slowly penetrating her stomach and swirling the insides. Leaning against the building, she gasp for breath before once more puking and the pain intensified. A whelp escape her lips as she fell towards the ground her arm wrapped around her lower body and her hand pushing against the building.. As the captivated were loaded unto ships and taken to a base for torture, a male came walking towards her.
"This is madness. The Znine pills were only meant to be taken in desperate situations. Out of the whole military force, only sixty men where able to endure it's side effects. If you keep on going like this you'll die. Superhuman ability isn't worth your life. And if you die, the rebel win."
A painful gasp escape her lips as, Lillie struggle to breath. But the pain had moved upwards and it felt like her entire chest was caving in. Each breath was even more excruciating than the last. Biting back tears, she could only nodded her head to show how she understood. But she had no care or concerns about her body. If it was destroyed in the process of finding Black than she would consider it a worthy trade. He would make an excellent ruler.. She felt it deep within her.
[i "How.... far.."]
"According to the tracker you implanted in Black's brain. Impossible to know. They must have taken refuge underground. At this rate our best plan is to stop attacking random rebel basis and help lead a team underground. We need power. Lillie. Black is a fucking soldier at the end of the day, Its time you stop throwing your goddamn tantrum and do what's best for the people. It's is own fault for getting caught."
If she had the strength she would've killed him on the spot.. But everything hurt to moved. The last thing she wanted was to go back underground after fighting so hard to stay above. But [i "Let me rest.. And I'll..]
Before she could finish she collapsed Out of exhausting.
"I gotta say, I enjoy getting the shit kick outta me for a change.."
"Yeah. Though, you're techniques all wrong. You want to inflict maximum pain and, maximum suffering but minimal harm and minimal damage..."
"Okay smartass, you just lost another fingernail."
"Nice.. this, ooohyeah.. that hurt.."
"Enough. We're getting no where with him.."
Marcus Aurelius Thorn let out lifted his head upwards. He couldn't see the face of his interrogators, nor could he get a sense for how long he'd been held captive but despite the beatings and the terrible interrogations methods, he enjoyed it here. There was no reason for him to eat, so he didn't get to eat the shit food, and he was still technically doing his Job since Lyric was still somewhere in the same place, area,and whatever the fuck he was.
He had no knowledge of the outside world and that didn't matter to be honest. He was content with being a captive and as he was thrown back inside his cell, he removed the blindfold and sigh looking at the same walls he been looking at.
If he was up to it, he was positive he could've escape. He been train how to endure interrogation by the supreme leader herself. Of course that had involved electricity clamps and fire, and beatings that lasted twice as long and were twice as painful but at he perhaps that was because he was fully human instead of metallic.
As he leaned against his wall, he closed his eyes and hummed. He was kept under guard twenty four seven and he admire that they didn't underestimate him.
"So.. what are you guys going to do? Join our military exploit outside of the city.. you know this is just a game for us? This, coup de et. Rebellion, war whatever. I heard you expose our food shortages congratulations.. But, as soon as communications are back up, the people are going to turn on you.. want to know why? Because you little Lyric probably didn't tell you about how we planned to explore the outside WORLD to find food.. let me talk to your leader.."
"And why the fuck should we believe you!?"
"Because unlike some people, I've never lied to a rebel. Not even once. Ask anyone that's dealt with me, they can vouch. I didn't lie then, and I'm not going to start now. So let me talk to your leader."
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In the car, it was difficult to tell just how much time had passed. Lyric was not sitting in a place that she could easily view the clock built into the dashboard and she did not much feel like leaning over the gentleman on her right to try and catch a glimpse. So instead she sat in ignorance to both the time and where they were going. Sure, they told her it would be a base, but that really did not give her a lot to go off of. Especially since this group was a different branch of resistance against the government. From what the Kyles said, they were currently working together with her rebel group, but the bright haired woman didn't really know what all to expect out of the bunch.
Even if Lyric couldn’t tell it, thirty minutes passed before the car turned off the road. They were a ways out of the main city hub, so the surrounding area already took a dive. Farther out like this, there were a million streets. They spider webbed out from the capital; splintering off from one another, though many were left unused. It was another fifteen minutes before they stopped altogether. Apparently they were to walk from there.
Black was still out, but these guys were not taking any chances. A large man took out a small wooden case. Inside was a syringe and a couple of vials of clear liquid. The thin woman watched him curiously, she didn’t have to ask before he was answering the question running through her mind.
[b “It’s a sedative. Don’t want ‘im wakin’ up before we get there.”] He made quick work of setting up the injection and poking Marcus’ arm. The man was just as fast at putting the needle away. After that he hoisted the general up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It seemed like an effortless motion, he didn’t even grunt or anything. Lyric was impressed. She had spared with Black before, she knew he was a pretty sturdy guy.
With that out of the way they continued on. At the hour mark, a rumbling could be heard in the distance. Lyric stopped in her tracks. She looked back toward the city. From this distance, nothing was visible, at least not yet. The captive woman didn’t have enough intel to know exactly what was going on, and that was frustrating. But she did know that there was going to be a lot of destruction. Hopefully they didn’t hurt too many people. It was not that she was entirely opposed to violence, in fact she wished they could knock some of those rich assholes around a little more, but mass murder was a little far for her. She was not so optimistic to think they could make a change with no bloodshed whatsoever, but there was a limit. Attacking random citizens would not help. It was exactly what they were doing to the poorer districts below and she did not want to stoop to their level. They needed to hit the root of the problem.
All these worries stayed on his mind as they walked and even after they stopped. Trenton crouched down and brushed some dirt around. Soon a handle was revealed. He grabbed hold and lifted. A hatch hinged open. There was a set of stairs before them, and with no hesitation the small group began filing down them. It was dark and kind of damp, but as soon as Trenton let the door come down behind him, he clicked on a light for them. The steps went on a long ways. They must have gone down fifty feet before they came to a door. It opened as they approached. A woman was waiting for them, she ushered them in.
[b “Looks like everything is going as it should.”] She had a low voice; it was smooth and soothing.
Trenton was the one to respond. [b “So far so good… let’s hurry up and get him put away somewhere. I am worried he is going to wake up.”] Normally the man was not so paranoid, but knowing what kind of monster this guy was, he wouldn’t be surprised if he popped right awake even though they had filled him with enough tranquilizer to knock out a horse. [b “Has the broadcast gone out?”]
[b “No idea, we are completely cut off down here.”] They couldn’t risk Black getting a message in or out, so they dug themselves so deep and wrapped the place in metal so that no signals could get through, even with all those enhancements of his. [b “They are supposed to send Marina in with an update later.”]
Outside, things were lighting up. It was going to plan. The gardens were first. The beautiful mixture of glass and metal was left devastated by blast after blast that went off in timed succession. It started at the far end, less populated by those who came to see the address. The creep toward them gave time for people to escape, but was not so slow that it left them completely safe either. It was a matter of minutes before the building was basically leveled. Smoke rising in the sky made it clear this was not the only place hit.
Then, screens around the city flickered on. Every monitor, hologram projector, and cranial advancement capable of taking an incoming broadcast lit up and the image of a man cast onto them. He was thin, had wild brown hair, and looked very, very tired. His unassuming face stayed stony for a drawn out moment before he started to speak. The gaunt man did not give his name, but he announced what he was a part of: a widespread and very organized resistance. His face did not display very much emotion, but even without this there was a blazing fire behind his eyes. He was determined.
In the prerecorded feed, he went on to announce the prevalent food shortage that the government had been covering up. It was backed up with information. numbers they had stolen from books not meant to be seen by civilian eyes, and footage of the suffering that ran rampant down in the lower circles. To many it would be obvious, but to who lived in the lap of luxury, it might be their first time seeing or even hearing that what remained of their fellow man was living a life of torment.
Despite how much information and images they managed to pack into the video, it only lasted five minutes or so. It continued uninterrupted until he gave a final message. [b “We have been beaten and abused in every conceivable way, but no more… We will not stand for it any longer. There will be change, so this is a message to the people, all of them. Be prepared, because things are going to get worse, much worse, before they get better.”]
With that the transmission came to a close and the very second it did, there was another explosion, this one larger than any of those before it. Its epicenter in the heart of the city, it was Elysian tower. A single blast rang out as it took the base of the construction with it. With nothing to hold it, the tower collapsed in on itself, rubble flying in all direction creating a cloud of dust and debris.
And with that single stroke, the center of humanity’s communication was gone.
[i "Anima Vestra." ]
The Latin phrase lingered on the lips of the senior as he stood by watching the crowd which had gather to watch the annual address of their lordship. The power matriarch which, all though had been built with good intents, had stray to far from it's precious noble ambitions and goals. And originally he had entered as a youthful lad hoping to change it from within but how old age had told him that such a powerful entity such as this would need to be topple from the outside. He'd no wish to cause anarchy such as others amidst the the rebel fraction did, nor did he wish to rule it as some of his friends had said he should. Instead, if he could see an era of peace and justice ushered in before he went to meet with the Lord and apologize to all those he slain in the name of the supreme commanded than he would consider it a worthy atonement for his sins.
Still, the words of his wife ring clear in his ears. She'd had begged him not to go. Not to head into danger, for he would be right where the bombs would go off and be in the midst for the catastrophe. But unknowing sheep would be with among him and what would he be, to abandon them all.
"For I am the good Shepherd, and I will lay down my life for the flock... I wondered. How harder it is for a man to go willingly to his death when he knows he deserves it not?" His voice came out slowly before he turned towards those underneath his commanded. Underneath the uniform he moved rather stiffly but he could still sprint when needed. Pointing towards one of the buildings he looked at the crowd of people gathering and turned towards those beneath his commanded. [i "Make sure you steer people clear of those buildings.. And over there.. I have a bad premonition about what's to come." ]
Nodding their heads, the soldier directed the people away towards where the bombs where unknowing of the dangers of death which surely awaited them.. Walking around the Alesian Gardens, he took a deep breath. It was about thirty minutes before it was time to start the the address and so far the convoy of the supreme commander hadn't been seen. It felt as if something was off, but be kept his mind at ease. Placing a hand upon his temple, he dialed the medic team line and requested that they were able to deploy to the garden as soon as he reached out for them again.
With all the preparations down, Alex returned to his post and watched in horror as five minute were left and still Lillie hadn't arrived. The crowd behind him were buzzing and as he looked around, confused one of his soldiers tapped him on his shoulders. "You ready to see this hologram projection."
Caught off guard a little bit, Kyle simply nodded his head and spoke "Of course. It's the first year were using this."
"Yeah, apparently our supreme commander got sick and-" before he could finish the sentence Lillie's voice appear loud and clear and instantly everyone stood at attention as the crowd had a mix reaction of cheers and boos.
And so it begins
[b "He's late.."] The voice of the supreme commanded filled the empty room before he hands touch the wooden desk. It wasn't like her to be so stressed out, yet the anticipation of the imminent end to everything sent butterflies sparing in her stomach. So much so that once again she was relying on the taste of nicotine to calm her anxiety and prepare for the upcoming style. All around the city the police were sent our in squads of a hundred more searching for any suspicious levels. Even the military had been ask to pitch a hand in to help with what was sure to be casualties. Now, all she had to do was wait in this little room for an hour to go by and watch along with the world.
Besides, she had just gotten the lab results the day of the speech and as usually her suspicious were right on. One single vial of blood held the survival of mankind, and with the clock ticking down the months into the excursion outside of the walls there was a wonder if, and in what ways Black was able to convince Lyric to join them in their outter world. Adventure...
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[i It was weird seeing her figure being project out into the world like that. She'd never seen herself like this, standing proud and confident. As the hologram moved, the woman began to clear her throat before she began her speech to address the crowd. It was time that the plan began.. [b [#86e869 "Welcome ladies and gentle to the annual address. As you all know I am Lillie the supreme commanded and now so would like to begin updating you on a few things..] ] ] And now it was time for everything to commence. Opening up her second pack of cigarette, she sat back and waited to see what it was that the rebels had been planning ever so slightly. So far it seemed as if everything was going off with our a hitch but the fact that Black himself, who had a personal vendetta against the rebels, wasn't here still heighten her anxiety. But through that cold demeanor she remained and solid and steel hard as ever.
Rising up from her seat she extinguish the cigarette before grabbing her sword and placing it on her hip. Reaching for the vial of blood, she murmured "Let's get ready to stream once the fire crackers goes off." Standing in front of four cameras that shot her at just about every angle she swirled the vial of blood and wait till she heard the far off sound of the rumor explosions that were set to be going off today.
Waking at a reasonable time, the first thing Lyric noticed was that she wasn’t being hassled to get ready. Looking to the clock it was well past the time she would have expected Black to be in here bothering her. Slightly curious as to what was going on, she left her room, dressed as she normally would. Making it out to the living area, she caught sight of the dark man rushing off to the ext. He must have changed him mind about taking her along. She was sure that would put a dent in whatever Maria’s rebel friends were plotting. The thin woman was still somewhat bitter that she hadn’t been kept fully in the loop.
Shrugging it off, she headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. After that she would probably watch the event public broadcast. It was going to a shit show and Lyric wouldn’t miss it for the world.
There were eyes on Marcus just as soon as he left his condo. Dark brown, almost black irises blended into the pupils of Trenton, the traitorous guard. What he did not see was black’s captive, Lyric. He was told that she was to be coming with the general for this event. With them separated, his job became all the harder. Groaning, he pulled a touch screen device from his pocket. Deft fingers ran along the sensitive display. He needed to move a few things around.
The explosives had been set to go off on his command, but now that he had an extra errand to run, it would need to be automated. Trenton set them to such then was on his way to the top floor of the building.
Sitting on the couch, plate of food in hand, Lyric was not expecting to hear the transporter fire up. Had Black forgotten something? God, she hoped it wasn’t her. But as she watched the entrance to the room, it was not the dark haired man that appeared. This man was shorter and had chestnut colored hair that was pushed back. He was also in a guard uniform. Immediately, the woman sighed. [b “What do you want?”] The sentinels here were usually dicks, so she was preemptively in her response to that.
[b “Come with me.”] He didn’t really have a lot of time to explain, but because she was looking at him like that wasn’t going to happen, no way in hell, he caved. [b “I am on your side, we need to get out of here, hurry.”]
Lyric really wasn’t sure if this was a trap or what, but she was going for it. Jumping up from the couch, she practically threw her plate down. She was following after the guy as he readied up the transported. There was a buzzing from his pocket.
[b “The explosives went off. They should have Black apprehended before we make it down there.”]
Explosives? What were they trying to kill him? It shouldn’t really bother her, but it kind of did. Not wanting anyone to think that she might have any kind of loyalty to the man, she kept her mouth shut tight. She followed the brunette through the halls; there were no other guards along the way. And sure as can be, there were a bunch of men in battle grade armor, a pair of them holding a semi-lucid Marcus Black. Holy shit, these guys had actually managed to do it. They might have obliterated a limo, but they had the general. Impressed, the woman followed them out. There was a car waiting. The lot of them fit in and they were off.
The man who had come to get her spoke up once they were making away from the complex. [b “Names Trenton. Nice to meet you, Lyric.”] He offered his hand to shake. She took it.
[b “Lillie’s speech starts in an hour or so. That is when the real fireworks will get started.”] It was a hint at the plan. Though, Lyric knew that much. There was going to be a widespread attack. Apparently, it was to be done with explosives.
[b “Where are we going.”] She hoped that it wouldn’t be too long till they got there. The police and military were going to be all over Black’s disappearance and she did not want to get caught.
The man kept it kind of vague. [b “One of our bases. A heavily fortified one, we cannot afford for Black to escape. Once there we are going to give him a taste of his own medicine. See how he likes to be tortured. The goal is to get him on our side, though so I doubt it will be too brutal.”]
Lyric didn’t really understand how beating someone to within an inch of their life got them on your side, but she had never really been broken that way. As terrible as she found her stay, the infamous general didn’t, or wasn’t allowed to, touch her. Save that one time he broke orders, but that was not the same. He also didn’t play the mind games with her. Not like he was known to do. All in all, she couldn’t picture it. But Cade came to mind. She wondered what they must have done to him to get him to switch side. Lillie claimed he was in love her with, but she doubted it.
It felt good to be home once more in his office. Tomorrow was the day when once more Lilly gave her address to the crowd at large. Bleary eyes stared blankly our across the distance before his hand tapped upon his oak desk. At the very last moment things had been switch; he couldn't help but feel as an ominous feeling was hanging in the clouds. Am intangible feeling of dread that once more, something was going to reach out and try to snuff the light from his eyes. It came with the job description. Despite the outer appeared of plush luxury and wealth it was anything but safe. A target had been planted on his back ever since the time he stepped our of the academy and into his service as a military figure. [i "At this rate Black, you weren't live to see retirement. But it's all dandy."] He mused to himself before he stood up. Now was the time he looked over his military equipment and made sure that all was crisps and prep for tomorrow's big deal.
Heading towards his bedroom,he stopped briefly to look at the room which held the sleeping captive. He had to admit. Deep down, despite her being a massive pain in the ass, it was nice to have someone break the solitude in his lonely life. Perhaps a thanks was in order for all the times she help amused him. But for now, it was time to get serious. Honestly, he had no intentions on bringing her with him. If the rebels were planning something sinister than he doubt that she would no part know. A smart lass would've found a way to stay in contact with the outside. And so with all that being said, he head towards his room to prepare for the coming morning and the feeling of dread which couldn't abate from within his core.
By the time the sun would rise, Marcus had already descend the elevator and was heading towards the car garage. A holster was rest beside his right leg and his uniform was crisps and perfect. A black hat decorated with ribbons showed his rank and his hair had been cut shortly before he'd walked out the door. Deep down in his he couldn't help but feel a heighten sense paranoia surging through his body. Even when he got the the limousine which would take him to the park where the holograms were set up, the fact that Lilly herself decided to now show up in person for the first time in over twenty five years didn't sit well with the tactician. The moment he inched towards his car was the moment he stepped back and turned towards his driver.
He was already busy getting in the driver's seat. Right before he was about to turn the ignition Black screamed out. [b DONT TURN IT]]
And time slowed down to a halt. The flames that exploded our from the car and the sensation of flying backwards towards the air seemed to take place over several minutes. He felt something sharp penetrate his skin, and as he landed upon his back and stared upwards, he couldn't help but see hands out stretch grabbing his body and lifting it up.
Before he blacked out, all he heard was a voice speaking to him which sound familiar and yet at the same time foreign all the same...
It was quiet, but Lyric could hear a bit of the gentlemen's conversation. She almost felt bad for black, almost. At the very least she understood the concept of not having the freedom to live life the way you wanted. Her empathy ended there though, as he was very much the one who was impeding her autonomy. It might have been under orders, but he was an instrument in her slavery all the same.
He finished his ramblings and miraculously he seemed in a better mood. Better than he had been anyway. She was not exactly thrilled that she was going to be stuck in a car with him for several hours, but so was life. All in all, she was impressed with Barrett. The man had been able to elicit what almost resembled human emotion out of the general, things besides anger and hate... nice to know that was possible. Though, truthfully speaking she had probably seen it before and not thought anything of it. But still, the large man was a perfect mediator. Perhaps that trip out into the world would not be so bad as long as he was there.
Nodding, her bright hair swayed as she accepted Barrett's offer to walk with her back to the car. Seeing as Black was well on his way there already. That man waited for no one.
The pair kept pleasant conversation the whole way back, which made the walk feel that much shorter. If anything the rebel woman thought it was too short. They said their goodbyes at the car. The bulky man even managed to pull her into a hug. Lyric really hadn't been expecting it, and she was not the touchiest person, but it was not unpleasant overall.
When she did pull back there was no resistance. [b "See you next time."] Then with a little wave, she finished her goodbye and got into the car. Black followed shortly after her. He started the car and they were officially off. Lyric watched out the dark tinted window as their host’s figure disappeared. Off he walked back to his home and office.
[b “Well, today was one hell of a roller coaster…”] She thought back on all that had transpired. They trained, both armed and unarmed, he did some sort of perimeter check on the gardens, they saw Lillie’s crazy ass, and they came all the way out here to visit with an old friend. Half of it was work related for Marcus, even if it was supposed to be his day off. Lyric didn’t know how he kept sane, if he did. All she knew for sure was that she was exhausted.
There was silence. And in that lull, Lyric began to nod off. Eventually passing out against the passenger side door. The soft sounds of her sleeping came intermittently beneath the noise of the car and infrequent traffic. While it was not the most restful sleep, she was out until they made it back to the complex they called home. Transporting up to the apartment, the woman went straight to her room and fell fully to sleep. She was not looking forward to tomorrow, but she was too tired to stay up and fret about it.
It was the heavy hand upon his shoulder which brought him back to reality. Seeped deep into the days of an oppressive youth, the male had forgotten for a second what it felt like to be jovial. A tense smile formed upon his lips as he faced his old friend and school mate. Placing a hand upon his, he took it off before he nodded his head.. It was best if he didn't sit around outside, but he couldn't help it. Further down from where they were was an alleyway. It had steps that led further down into an open ring area that had benches where people could sit on. A little bit of gayness amongst the greyness of the world below which was steeped in poverty and corruption. Sighing softly the male continued to stare down towards the sector of the of his young adulthood. If he closed his eyes he could still see a long hair black walking about in that population police uniform. Whistling to himself and taking a break from his duty.
[b "You know what I miss most about of all? This place. Before I became captain or the population police.. No one knew who I was. So I would wear civilian clothes some days and sneak out of our barracks and head down towards that alleyway. There were marble benches in a circle and during noon the sun would shine right down in the middle of the spot. I'd eat my lunch there.. or read a book and no one would bother me. And even when I was on duty, I'd still make it my personal mission to sit down and enjoy some time in the open air. "] Closing his eyes he turned towards the male and gave him a serious look.
[b "Some days. I feel like the world will catch fire and end. We have this false sense of peace.. and I'm the only whose pressured the most into making sure everything goes according to plan. I have to study the movements of the rebel and suggest where to put the heaviest concentration of soldiers at. I have to study the food supplies and male suggestions as to where to put more rations at. I have to make sure the those who are station outside the city limits at the gates are taken care of and our rotated properly. I have to assure the wealthy people that their security is State of the art, So many fucking choices I have to plan and make.. I miss having time to breathe."]
Letting out a slow sigh shrugged his shoulders. Turning his eyes towards his wrist he let out a slow sigh. He'd used up the warp drive on his way here which meant the drive back was going to be a doozy. Rocking on his heel back and forth,he extended a hand towards Barret and let out a soft sigh.
[i "They really got you stretch thin don't they old friend? I never knew it was that bad. But the salary isn't to bad right? The five hundred thousand makes up for it right?]
[b "I got a pay raise two years ago. It's seven hundred and fifty now. Though most of that goes to housing and security and transportation. So I only see seventy. Mist pointless honestly. I never have any days off so I don't see the point in having that much money lying around."]
[i "Yeah well shit. How about donating it to us poor people."]
With that they both laughed. Playfully he punched his friend in the chest before smiling. With that Barret turned towards Lyric and rustled her hair smiling as he did so. [i "Guess i ought to let you guys go? You guys got a lot of driving to do on the way back to the house."]
Shrugging his shoulders he nodded his head. [b "Hey. What can I say I'm a busy man. We can still make it before sunrise if I break all the speeding rules."]
[i "Yeah. But you know that crazy bitch would never let you hear the end of it.. sheesh. That's the only thing scarier than death is facing her."]
[b "that's an understatement."] Laughing once more Black started heading towards the parking deck. Meanwhile Barret turned towards Lyric and smiled.
[center " Come on. I'll walk you to the parking deck.]
Listening, Lyric was a little surprised that Barrett was some easily convinced to give her a look into the secret life of Marcus Black. At least what it had been when the two of them were younger... though, admittedly, she thought it was pulling her leg with that first story. Showing up to class in nothing but his skivvies? Almost seemed too stereotypical to be true, but upon noticing Black almost spit his tea across the room, there must have been at least some modicum of truth to it. Sure, she wasn’t all that interested in seeing him any more naked than she had to, but the rebel might have paid to see that. The mortification on his features alone would have been worth it.
She laughed at the second tale, and even more so when Black protested. [b “Really, out the window?”] It was likely on the ground level, but she imaged it to be from the second story. The whole thing played out rather comically in her mind, almost like a cartoon rather than reality. Which helped explain the giggling that kept bubbling up from her. [b “If he was using tricks like that he must have liked you. At least enough to try and prepare you for real life outside of a classroom where there are rules and regulations.”] In her experience, those who were hard on their students, especially when it came to combat, left a lasting impression. One that just might come to mind when you needed it most out in the field.
What came out next was something the teal-haired woman had already basically put together. Between how he acted around the supreme commander and what Lyric had heard while stuck in the upper levels, much from Lillie’s own mouth, she had a decent idea of the long standing toxic dynamic between them. It was sickening, almost enough for her to pity him, but not quite.
Black exited shortly after that. It seemed her fun was through for now, as Barrett put an end to the stories. Though, she doubted there was much else to tell. [b “I guess you are right, I’d rather not expose those poor souls to his shitty mood.”] Just because she had to deal with him today didn’t mean her fellow resistance members should have to. Still, she wasn’t in any hurry to finish her drink.
When the time did come, the bulky man was the first to stand. Lyric sighed, but she followed after him as they walked the path out of the jungle-like room. Honestly, from there the woman had nary a clue which direction the general could have gone, but it seemed as though Barrett knew each twist and turn to take. She couldn’t help but wonder if he knew his friend that well or if he was just guessing.
The pair made it from the workshop and then the house. Outside, the bright haired woman was strangely refreshed again by their surroundings. Incredibly different from the luxury she had been surrounded by for the last several weeks, this was decrepit in comparison, but it reminded her of home. It was refreshing, almost liberating. As she Lyric took it all in, they headed off in the direction of the military headquarters for the lower level.
It wasn’t too terribly long before Black’s well-toned form came into view. Luckily, it didn’t appear as though he had crossed paths with anyone as of yet. Surely there would have been a trail of violence if that were the case. Well, maybe not if it had been a soldier.
Lyric fell back while Barrett came forward to his companion. From him came a quiet sound to announce their presence. There was no doubt in his mind that Black was aware they were there, but it was always better to err on the side of caution. Especially with these doggedly trained military types.
Once at Black’s side, the man placed a large hand on his shoulder. [b “I’m sorry, my friend… I got carried away reminiscing.”] A large, apologetic smiled displayed on his face. [b “If it might make you feel better, you can share something embarrassing about me next.”] This was spoken less seriously, but did not quite make it all the way to playful.
The thin woman just watched the two from her spot. She felt a little bad as the one who had started all this, but she tried to convince herself that the feeling was pointed at Barrett rather than Black.
[b "Oh do I have some embrassing stories about black? You bet I do.."] Barrett laughed as he sipped from his tea. Turning towards his guests he gave Black a wink before he smiled closing his eyes. Now the question was which one would be the best one to tell.. Rolling his eyes, Marcus reached for his cup of tea and sipped on it. This ought to be a good one. Reliving old memories of his school days. Setting the cup down, the, male looked at the female and grinned.
[b "There was that one time where Black overslept so he showed up to class only wearing his underwear.]
Choking on his Tea, the normally stotic male lost his composure and hit himself in the chest..
[b "Or the time when he got into a sparring match with our instructor and ended up being thrown out the window."]
"He threw water in my eye.. That was a dirty trick!" The male interjected setting down his drink and shooting the male a dirty look.
[b "Yeah, yeah.. excuses excuses."]
Waving the away the male suddenly open his eyes again before looking at his favorite little person before he let out a low sigh. [b "In all honestly, there isn't much I could tell you about Black having embrassing stories.. Lillie was always breathing down his neck, so he didn't have much of a childhood. "]
"Barrett.. you talk to much." Marcus spoke. Suddenly the air had taken a sour turn. Setting the tea down, the male straighten out his shirt before heading towards the stairs. He was in dire need of some fresh air and he didn't feel like waiting around to get some breathing room. Ascending the stairs, the male felt deep down as if somehow this was a terrible idea. But ignoring the thought he pressed forward and out into the open. If worst came to worst, he was sure that his hand to hand skills sou
Be sufficient. That and he had his sidearm with him as well.
Setting down the tea the male muttered to himself. Oh boy, it seemed as If he really did it this time. Turning towards Lyric he glanced around the room before he sighed and continued to sip from his tea. [b "looks like we should probably go after him once were done with our tea... Lately the rebellion has been everyone in the lower levels.. and if they know someone like him is walking around.. it'll be bad. Especially if Black requests to have his inhibitors place off of him."]
It was a wide spread myth that most humans only used fifty percent of their brain but for high ranking officers like Barrett and Marcus it was a truth that was painfully made aware every moment they breathe. Stirring the tea around some more. The male looked at the green haired women and he couldn't help but smiled. There was seriously a sense of pride he felt every time he looked at her. She'd had seemingly gone a lot further than most of the kids with whom Barrett had looked after in the past and he was glad to see that that was the case. The last thing he where wanted her to do was loose hope like all the others had. And it seemed as if she still
Believed that her future was brighter than ever.
Sticking her tongue out at the large built man, the woman didn’t have much to say about that. She knew she was stubborn, but she didn’t much care for being compared to livestock. A little too close to home, living here within society’s small bubble of a barrier and life mattering just about as much as an animal’s to the world. Though recently, that seemed to be changing. Very important people seemed to think she was important too. Thinking about it, she didn’t know which was worse.
Her thought was interrupted when Marcus started speaking to her. Normally Lyric would have laughed at calling the way hec had acted that day ‘less serious,’ but seeing as she’d been painfully closely acquainted with him for the past god knows how long, she knew it was not a joke. His life was just that awful, though that was her own opinion and she chose to keep it to her self for the time being.
There was no time to answer the man’s question before the booming voice of Barrett interjected about days of old. She really did laugh at hearing that the general received a plethora of love declarations. [b “Pfft, anyone who sent you a letter dodged a fucking bullet when you rejected them.”] It was more of a matter of if. Lyric had no idea if he actually rejected anyone. Though, she really didn’t want to know anything about his college sexscapades. Mr. tight-laced could keep those to himself. Though, there were some other things she would like to hear.
[b “You know, I wouldn’t mind sticking around for a while longer…”] She took the cup of tea from their host as she spoke. The glass was incredibly warm. It would be too hot to drink for the time being, so she just kept it between her palms. [b “That is, if I get to hear all of Black’s embarrassing college stories.”] Looking to find something to use against him, or even just to entertain herself, she looked towards Barrett. [b “You have anything like that?”] With his magnificent memory, she was certain he would, the real question was whether he would share to just to keep his company there for a little longer. [b “You know, besides leaving a trail of love sick ladies and gentlemen behind.”] Her tone remained playful all the while it was directed at Barratt.
"Can't make a mule drink water if she doesn't want to." The little bit of disappointment in his choice was over shadowed by the playfulness which shined through. Whether or not she decided to come with them or stay was in the end her decision. He was just glad that she was making something of her self rather than just staying put and not doing anything. With all that done, the big man slapped his hands together and spoke rather loudly. "So, how about I be a good host and prepare us something to drink.. Most of these plants would be toxic but I found something interesting. As long as you put these plants in clean soil and water than they're quite beneficial for ya,"
Walking towards one plant, he nodded his head as be stripped it of its leaves and hummed, simply preparing to make tea for anyone that was in the mood for it. Taking a stone herb grinder, he placed the leaves on it before taking a wheel and beginning to crush them together and grind them down. As he worked, Black looked at the girl with his normal set of stern eyes before he brushed back a stray lock of hair. "Well, it was fun being less serious for the day." He spoke to himself. Straightening up his uniform he let out a slight cough before he tapped his foot onto the ground.
Checking his watch he slowly looked at the girl before he spoke " So, you ready to leave for home or would you rather stay here and just chat with two old men.. thought I'm surprise you two know of each other. Me and him went to the academy together.. we were actually roommates." Black laughed a little bit at the thought of his youthfulness.
[b "aww, now why you gotta tell her about all that?"] Barrett spoke up laughing a bit.
Standing up the male left for a little while and when he returned he came back with a cups and hot water.. Pouring the leaves back in, he poured the water back to and the male continued on chattering. [b "Back than you were always getting love letters after love letters.. Making me jealous that I never got any... and you were even more serious and uptight than then you were now. I'm glad you find away to remove the stick up your ass." ]
Laughing Black shrugged his shoulders. "I had my entire life on the line back then.. now. Now, I barely have to risk my life.. plus you always got better grades than me. Everything came. Natural to you, I had to work extra hard." He spoke
[b "yeah yeah, lie to me again."] The male laughed as he took the tea in his hand and sipped from it.
The light haired guard donned a medium complexion. He was a familiar face amongst the complex, so no one thought any different when he walked back to the garage area. The man waved at one of his fellow security officers and walked in. It was a simple task, to make sure all the explosives rigged into the many vehicles that Black might take were still intact and then pray that he was in one that was also outfitted. There was no telling whether or not the military man would be back the next morning before he needed to attend the supreme leader’s announcements, but he was going to be ready all the same.
It had been a pain in the ass to come up with something that had enough bang to actually do damage to the armored cars, but what was far worse was the fact that it all had to fly under the radar. None of it could be perceptible to any of the routine checks that were run on them. Somehow they had managed and the guard had set it all up some time ago. Now he just needed to be sure it hadn’t been found or damaged.
For once in his life he was lucky, everything was still in good standing. After quickly but thoroughly looking over each one, the man excited the garage. All that was left was the detonator and making sure he had a line set up to know when the chosen car would be in place.
Lyric watched on as Black entered the conversation and things instantly became more technical. Always wanting to know the hows and whens. But Barrett did not seem to mind in the least. Probably because he had an answer, that being some nonsense about going to an underground cave system. The bright haired woman still wasn’t all that interested. Her freedom was much to big of a price to pay to go spelunking in what was likely a crumbling and dangerous system of ancient tunnels.
[b “Yeah, no thanks. I think I will stay behind.”] The wonder of the outside hadn’t exactly faded inside of her. She still desperately wanted to see it all, especially with someone as knowledgeable and good spirited as the researcher in front of her, but there were more poignant things to deal with inside the barrier.
Barrett looked over to the thin woman, a little confused. Hadn’t they just established that she was the one who was coming with them? Thinking back on it, no one had ever really answered his inquiry. He looked between Lyric and Black, questioningly.
Shrugging, she didn’t look him in the eyes. Lyric couldn’t after he’d just finished praising her for being the first one to get the chance to go outside of this shithole. As determined as she was to be a thorn in the government’s side, it did still feel like a waste. And for that she felt guilty. Good thing there were plenty of things to fix her eyes on other than the large statured man.
“And why is that?” Whether he intended it that way or not, he was forcing her hand. There was a good chance he was just curious, seeing as that was a deeply ingrained characteristic of his. Lyric thought it had to be, nothing other than an intense drive for answers could bring a person to ford out into the poison wastelands over and over again, endangering their own life. Well, that or maybe an overwhelming want to get the hell out of here. Now that was something she had.
She shrugged again. [b “I’d rather not play straight into Lillie’s plans, not if I can help it.”] That was easier said than done, as Lyric didn’t know exactly what that crazy bitch wanted. Thinking back to the dinner they’d just had, she seemed like that she wanted Lyric and Black on this trip. At least she had asked about it. So that was another reason to keep up her obstinance. Not like Marcus could do much about it, not now that she knew he wasn’t allowed to touch her.
It seemed to her as if the wisps of smoke where bodies writhing in agony. Disembodied voices floated through her ears as the eventual day of reckoning was upon her once more. Warmth seeped within her skin as she lowered her body further down with in the sheets of her bed. Tomorrow would bring the end to everything and the start of something new. The annual meeting had already been recorded and was schedule to play on time, whilst she was nestled safely in her little house. After the inevitable attack played out, she would broadcast her true location, holding the vial of blood upwards for the world to see and the world would once more be righted. No longer would vitriol and distrust be spewed at the current government for the circumstances which the poor and the unfortunate find themselves in. Instead, they hatred would be focus on where it should have always been all along. The group to people which claim to represent the will of the populace but only had their own selfish interest at hand...
A sudden harsh knock on the door pulled Lilly from her day dream. Lifting upwards from the private chambers, those eyes weren't fixated on anything before she spoke and commanded the soldier to come towards her. Once more, she took a drag from the cigarette and closed her eyes.
[I we've performed the test as instructed... and I've never seen anything like this. It seems like when the blood is complete resistant to the outer toxins... I have no idea how you've come by this sample, but whoever's blood this is... is the luckiest son bitch to walk the Earth!]
With a wave of her hand, the person was dismissed and the female stretched out her form upon the bed..
Heading towards the door she closed and locked it before heading towards her bed. Raising her left arm upwards, a single digit pressed a button and the bed began to move revealing a series of stairs which led down to a dark corridor below. Heading towards the stairs, she looked forward to the beginning of everything which had been building since the time she learned of the betrayal of the Kyle's. Since Cade had come scrambling to her to begging to spare the life of Lyric. Tensions were being built and it seemed as if the strings of fate were being pulled taut. Any more and it seemed as if the world would come crashing down atop of her.
Exhaling, she watched as her breath unfurled in front of her. The further down she climbed the colder it seemed to get contrary to how ir should've worked. Frost clung to the stone walls and it seemed as if the ground was beginning to go from solid concrete to ice. As her feet touch the ground, a sickening grin formed upon her face.. The sight of a capsule like thing frozen in ice appeared before her.
The door had been made from glass before it had been shatter and by now ice and was all around the room. Touching the metal pod, she cooed softly. [b "it'll all be over soon father.. I'll save the world.. just like your wanted me to.. That's why you sabes ,e right?"]
[b "I can finally breathe."]
Black spoke as he stretched our his collar with a finger of his. Watching the interaction between the two, he somewhat manage to grimace. It had been his off day, so he wasn't his usually stoic, strict self. But even than, he'd a hard time relaxing. Especially in a place like this. Still, a thin smirk slipped as he put a hand around the back of his neck and began to roll it from side to side.
They'd had to leave as soon as the sun started to rise but till than, he didn't mind standing in the room which was filled with plant life. The sound of running water brought him at ease somehow. [b "So.. Only a few months till we explore the great outside.. Have you figured a safe way out into the desert?"]
"Of course!" The man laughed as he let go of Lyrics hair before giving it one more rustle. "Turns out, there's a whole system, of underground caves. Stretching miles upon miles throughout the wastelands. Lilly, a.k.a. psycho lady, sent me this.."
Turning towards his desk, he open it up and reveal pieces of folded up paper. "I dunno how she got it. And it looks hella old. But all these are maps that lead outside the city and underground." Working as he talked, he spreaded the map and walked as he talked.
"Now, the hardest part is figuring out how to get from the underground so the surface and vice versa. I'm absolutely positive that there are underground caves that lead out into the city, but they're probably guarded and top secret stuff.."
[b "You don't say..."] Black spoke softly. This was news, even to himself. He'd pretty sure that he knew all the secret the supreme commanded was hiding... unless... It couldn't possibly be.
"So, what do ya think? You guys be up for some cave exploring?"
Somewhat ruffled after the unexpected turn of events, she kind of wondered if Black had finally lost it. Lyric would soon find that that was not the case. He instead stopped the vehicle and came around to let her out. She was hesitant. After all the last time she got out of the car she was assaulted. There were bruises on her wrist to prove it, along with the bandage. Grunting, not exactly enthralled with whatever the hell was going on she begrudgingly stepped out of the car. It wouldn’t be till a bit later that she got any sort of explanation. That being said she caught the name he said. Barrett Wallace. Unbelievably he was someone she knew. Not from his past exploits in the military, but because he was a somewhat frequent face down in the slums. In truth he was probably the reason so many of the children down here dreamed of seeing the outside world. There was a time when she had been one of them.
Uncharacteristically excited, Lyric didn’t even mind that Black was practically right on top of her as they walked together. Was he worried she was going to try and run off? That or that someone was going to try and knock him off. Either was likely. He was on edge, but the ambiance here put her at ease. The closest to home she’d been in a long while. They walked for almost half an hour before they came to the wall and Black opened up the pathway into it.
[b “Oh thanks.”] Her comment was snide as she took her first step down onto the less than substantial looking stairs. The bright haired woman pressed on. There wasn’t much more than the faint light of the stairs to light the abysmal darkness, but in the distance she could see a dim white glow. Probably where their destination lay. The only sound was of their feet on the steps for a long time. That didn’t stop until they made it to the bottom. There it was brighter. In the distance she could see an encampment, most likely military, but they stopped before that at the door of a house. Black didn’t bother knocking. Was he expected? Her guess was that he messaged in beforehand.
Inside was almost like a workshop, but it was a neat one. All the parts and tools seemed to have their place. However the sheer volume of everything made it look like organized chaos. She followed the dark man through until they came to a door. This one he chose to knock on. From inside called a familiar voice, granting them entrance. There was a stark contrast between this room and the last. Here was lush and green, filled with plants she’d never before laid eyes on. Stopping, she prodded at one of the leaves, it was indeed real. Lyric wondered if this is what it was like inside of the gardens they’d stopped at before, or if perhaps this private place was far more diverse.
In the throng of green, Barrett was there; he didn’t look much different than she remembered him. Although, she wasn’t the most perceptive child in the world, so it could be that what she was seeing now was merely filling in the blanks. While she recalled him, the woman had no expectation that he would remember her. There were a lot of faces in this world.
The man stood, coming to greet them. He looked between his guests. [b “So this is the one coming along with us?”] He spoke as though it was already decided, but his gaze paused on Lyric and he smiled. [b “Lucky you, I think you’re going to be the first one of the kids down here to actually safely step foot outside.”]
She made a dirty face; not thinking any of this was particularly auspicious. To that Barrett laughed. [b “I guess times have changed, haven’t they Lyric?”] He brought up his hand, roughly tussling her hair. The action caught her off guard, but she let him do it. [b “You still hate this hair of yours?”]
A grin came across her face. He took back his hand and she looked up at him, her hair a mess. [b “Now more than ever.”]
As much as many of the guards that took up security detail on the complex that Black and many of big wigs took residence hated their jobs, there was one who loathed it far more than the others. Not because it wasn’t what he saw himself doing with his life, but that being in such close proximity with spoiled, pompous, moneybags drained him. It was a boring task, but important all the same. He jolted to attention when he heard the ding of a message in his head. An occurrence he thought he’d never be used to. Oddly enough, it wasn’t from his boss. That being Black. It was someone else and it caused his lips to pull into a smirk. Finally he was being called to do something worthwhile. Sure, he wished he had been given better notice than this, but he was going to make it happen even if he only had the night.
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