Twisted Revolution Synopsis:
Jude finally knows the truth about Tommy, or at least what little he's shared. Now they're on the run with their enemies and pasts quickly closing in. What's real and what's false? What's evil and what's good? And what will bring about the revolution to end it all?

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Twisted Revolution is a sequel to my story Untimely Betrayal. Please, please, please don't proceed if you haven't read the first installation!

(To find Untimely Betrayal scroll up and click on my name to be taken to my profile page. You'll find it listed under my stories near the end of the page.)

If you have read Untimely Betrayal then welcome back!

Note: This scene takes place later in the story, like the starting scene in Untimely Betrayal. You probably realize that but I just wanted to make it clear...

Please comment. My life has been empty without them. (Yes, I realize how sad and pathetic that is...

Prologue
"Bury it, I won't let you bury it. I won't let you smother it. Our time is running out, our time is running out…"

The wind was like an angry beast, focused and determined in it's intention to knock Jude clear of her feet. She leaned into the wind, head down; shoulders hunched as she blindly ran across a field of waist high grass that swayed and shimmered in the breeze. The forest was up ahead and she increased her speed as the first spattering of rain began to fall around her.

She struggled to push Tommy out of her mind as she reached the shelter of the trees, the shadows washing over her and sending a chill through her veins. She pushed her damp hair away from her face as she paused and spun around in a slow circle, her eyes scanning every horizon for some destination. Her foot slid on some damp leaves and caught on to a branch to stay standing. Brittle with age the branch snapped and she fell to the ground, landing hard on her elbow.

For a long couple of seconds she was tempted to just stay there, with the rain falling around her and drenching her clothes as the wind ripped into the trees angrily. What was she trying to achieve and what was the point anymore?

All the same, with what felt like the last of her energy she pulled herself to her feet, momentarily leaning on a tree trunk for strength before slowly weaving through the trees as she ventured deeper into the forest.

Behind her the wind howled as the sky boiled and rumbled. If she had turned she would have noticed a blur of motion somewhere to her left, a form darting behind a tree like some ominous forest nymph or fairy.

Jude could faintly make out the sound of running water up ahead and with no better destination she began to walk that way. There was a fluttering in her stomach, the rising of small hairs on the back of her head, the feeling of being watched.

"Hello?" she called, "Tommy?"

The only response was the roaring of the wind. All around her the gnarly old tree trunks grew like emaciated human forms. The tree branches cast shadows that resembled tentacles that almost seemed to move in the changing light, creeping across the ground as if reaching for Jude's departing form.

She wrapped her arms around her waist in an attempt to block in some warmth and courage as she followed the sound of the water. Finally she reached a small clearing that lined a narrow but angry river.

The water was obviously uncrossable with white rapids gurgling into the air and washing over the edges. Down stream from where she stood a large tree had toppled over near the waters edge, it's trunk and branches blanketing the water, extending across it's width to the other side.

"Jude!" At first she was certain it had been imagined but then the voice came again, louder this time, sturdier and firmer as it was carried to her by the wind. She spun around to her left to see Chris pushing aside a branch as he stepped out into the clearing. His blonde hair was damp and clinging to his forehead and his eyes seemed hollow and tired, marring his handsome features. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans that made him appear as some Grim Reaper form. All that was missing was the hood and shear.

"What are you doing here?" she gasped. Before her mind had even registered the threat her feet were taking evasive measures and backing away from him.

"Jude, just stop for a second," he pleaded.

"No!" her words were a breathless utterance, coming up her throat with decisiveness but then falling from her lips as if there was no strength left to throw them, "It was you, wasn't it?"

"No!" he shook his head slowly, sadly, "Look, you don't understand."

Glancing over her shoulder briefly she backed onto the fallen log. It was sturdier then it appeared, not budging beneath her feet and feeling somewhat reassured she quickly moved to the middle of the river. The water rushed beneath her at a blinding speed and she could tell from it's creepy dark color that it was deep.

"Where's Tommy?" she demanded angrily. As she uttered his name the fear, anger and confusion came bubbling to the surface, giving her a new surge of strength and conviction.

He moved toward her, quickly reaching the edge of the river and she cried out a warning; "Stop or I'll jump!"

"Don't be crazy," he laughed though it was a frustrated sound, not one of mirth.

"I'm not kidding. What's the point of any of this? You're never free. You'll never leave me alone," she waved her hands about aimlessly, wishing she could hit him, kick him or knock him into the river.

"Don't do it," he raised his hands in surrender, his eyes pleading.

"Where's Tommy?" she screamed again, reaching for one of the branches of the tree as her balance wavered.

He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair, "They have him."

The branch she was holding suddenly snapped, the sounds echoing louder then the wind. Her balance was thrown further and for a moment time stood still; Chris horrified expression, her hands sprayed out to maintain her balance, the lightning that suddenly lit the sky all appeared as if in some strange movie slow motion.

And then the water was rising up to meet her. She heard herself cry out in fear, seconds before the blackness engulfed her as Chris's words echoed in her mind.

"They have him."

Teasers for Part 1
"Bury it, I won't let you bury it. I won't let you smother it. Our time is running out..."

"It's not for me Tommy! It's for them! You haven't changed direction from what they wanted once until now. So if they're like you say this is calling down hell and you'd better be up to it."

"Shut up, Jude!" She looked surprised but he repeated it just as clearly, "just shut up. You don't know me. You don't know what I'll do or what I'm capable of. So don't go telling me what to and not to do."