DAUGHTERS OF DENIZA: The Dream Waker
Attack at Dawn
Janovah awoke with a tug on the sheets. She didn't open her eyes, because for one thing, if she wasn't ready to wake up, it was WAY too early for her, and for another, since the birds weren't chirping like crazy it WAS early. A little boy's voice broke the monotony.
"Dad, come on dad, wake up!" It was Janosikah, her son. She was thankful it was her husband, Torn he was trying to rouse. Torn moaned and grunted in his impossibly gruff and low voice. "It's too early, little guy!" he said. Janosikah kept prodding and eventually started tugging on one of Torn's red-brown dreadlocks. Torn went into his survival instincs and rolled over in bed and clung his arms around Janovah.
"Uh-oh, daddy is doing his survival skills! He's got his arms around mommy again!" Janosikah said. Torn snaked around tighter and said, "Go bug mom!" Janovah laughed, and said, "Wait a minute! That's not fair! Besides, he's YOUR son!" Janosikah proceeded to pull Torn's arms off of Janovah. He said, "Come on dad! You promised!" Finally Torn gave up, and grunted, "Okay, okay, I'm getting up!" As he let go of Janovah, he said, "The sacrfices I have to make for you!" Janovah smiled as Torn continued rant, and Janosikah left to down a huge breakfast. "Risk my life, battle countless amounts of evil, FUCK YOU,"-Janovah laughed at this part-"And what do I get? You dump me with your little brat!" Janovah laughed at his teasing. He loved to tease her like that, to make her laugh. It was the only thing that kept him whole. "And by the way, missy," he continued. "Survival skills? What the hell are you teaching that boy?"
Janovah giggled a little more and rolled over on her back, tangled in the sheets. Noticing the shirt in her sleeping clothes had ridden up, exposing her navel, he got a vengeful idea. He quietly walked over to her, leaned over her tanned body, and blew a big rasberry into her belly button. She sqealed and started giggling uncontrallably. "Torn, you bastard!" Torn chuckled to himself and grabbed his clothes. He made for the bathroom. The Palace still seemed grand, even after seven years of living in it.
The bathroom had cream colored walls, and dark brown, intricate carvings. He dressed quickly and left for the dining hall. It brought back memories to him. Memories of the dinner party. It had been alot of fun, until the tsunami. Torn had had good reasons to believe Rin caused that tsunami. But Rin was dead now. His thoughts were suddenly interupted as a meatball suddenly collided with his eye. "Ugh!" he made sort of an odd yelp as the meatball fell to the ground and rolled off, leaving red stains in the fine carpet. There was insane giggling from a corner and Torn turned in the direction of it.
"And THAT, Janny, is how you launch a meatball at daddy." said Janovah's half-sister, Kat. She was sitting behind the table in one the elegant chairs with Janosikah in her lap. Janosikah was holding a fork in his little hand. Torn walked over and picked up Janosikah, giving him a piggy back ride. Torn smiled at Kat and said, "You're going to kill me. The pair of you. Janovah is enough to handle, but you and Little Guy are going to murder me." Kat laughed and said, "Not likely, old man. Jan would kill me. 'Oh Torn, he's so handsome, I love him so much,' Not that I can account for her tastes." He adjusted Janosikah on his shoulders slightly, and said, "Does she REALLY say that about me?" Kat nodded. "Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day," she said. Torn's face reddened slightly, knowing Janovah thought him a looker.
He frowned suddenly, the conversation turning awkward. "It's getting late, we have get going," he said quietly. Kat frowned, but gave an odd bounce. "Where are you two going, anyway?" Torn became a little more interested, and spoke. "I'm taking Little Guy to the old hideout. It's been untouched since Janovah and I were there." Kat smiled, understanding. "Okay, have fun guys!" Torn turned away, excited about the father-son time he was going to share. He carried little Janosikah on his shoulders outside.
Janovah attacked her hair ruthlessly with a hair brush. She was uneasy...her "bad guy" senses were tingling. The tension grew as she tied the front of her hair into dreadlocks, and tying it back, leaving her tail of hair mostly unbraided. The malevolence was killing her as she tied her green and yellow scarf arond her neck, the ends almost touching the floor. She decided to go after Torn and Janosikah. From her closet she withdrew her large Sword of Mar. She left her bedroom and began striding across the dining room. Kat called from the room, "Hey, heroine wonder, what are you doing?" Janovah turned and gave a grim expression to Kat, whose bouncing ceased and smiled faded.
"Torn and Janosikah are in trouble," said Janovah. Kat's face turned into a sort of angry, determined expression. They turned and left the building, out into the open. The city was great deal cleaner and wealthier since Janovah came to power. They followed the path that Torn took on his zoomer. Following the path to the hideout, they travelled quickly. Coming to the alleyway of the hideout, she saw a disturbance. Torn lay sprawled on the ground, trying to get up. Standing near him, was a woman with blue skin and white and blonde hair wearing a black shirt and a black corset and skirt. Janovah and Kat ran, hearts racing.
They stopped short of the scene. Kat struck a pose, cocking her two pistols and aiming at the woman. Janovah lifted her sword at the ready. Faces serious, set in stone. The adreniline rushing. The woman spoke in a bratty tone of voice, sort of annoyed. "Great, what a time to abandon me. GOL, I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Janovah was confused, frightened, and wanted to know what was going on. "Look, blue-skinned weirdo, where is my son, what did you do to my husband, and who are you?" said Janovah.
The woman looked a little shaken with Janovah's forbidding look and tone. "My idiot brother decided to kidnap children when he signed on with some loon who wants to rule the world. He freed us from the dark eco silo, but in return he demanded our services. I wasn't dumb enough to not figure out that this was a gigantic waste of power, time, and MONEY! The name is Maia. Strangely, your appearance reminds me of the boy who locked me in that god damn silo." Janovah smiled. "That's because I'm the daughter of the boy who locked you in that god damn silo."
Maia shifted uncomfortably. "I guess he and that bitch finally settled down." Janovah felt a twinge of rage rush through. She stepped foward and scowled. "Say that about my mother again and I'll kill you." Maia took a step back. She was afraid of Janovah. "Fine, don't get your undies in a bunch. Look, maybe we can work together on this. But in the meantime, you should get the tattooed one some medical help." Janovah knelt down suddenly to look at Torn, who had just collasped. Kat smiled at Maia, and said, "Well Maia, welcome to the team. We needed a replacement for Dash anyway."