Here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoy. I own NOTHING, but Allyson and anyone else you don't know from the show. I hope you enjoy
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"Allyson, what the hell did you think you were doing?" Nicole Jones asked in a hushed whisper.
Allyson sighed; the unspoken question swam through her mind as she draped her jacket over the last hook. Her eyes cast onto the floor, tying her apron over the ripped jeans. Work was the last thing on her mind and only from Gwen's shrill protests had she relented and gone to work at all.
"It's nothing, drop it!" Allyson said.
"You know he's gonna try it again," Nicole admitted almost in disappointment.
Allyson rolled her eyes, nothing was ever simple. Voices and the clanking of chipped shot glasses sounded from the main room; the active kitchen staff whispering rumors amongst themselves with bits of gossip. Allyson rolled her eyes and rolled up her sleeves, her bare arms punching into the sink. Ice water cuts into her skin as she scrubs away the dirt crusted onto the dull white plates. Acid crept up and fell back down her throat at the harsh contrast between her sister and her job.
Gwen's fever was getting worse with each day, but the hospitals were completely destroyed and turned into torture chambers. She remembered the last time she had trusted the "doctors". No it would do no good to think of it now. Scrubbing until her felt as though her fingers would bleed, she sighed in frustration; the crusted food seemed as unmovable as that damned fever.
"Hey, girl you ok?" Nicole asked, her hand resting on her friend's arm.
Allyson shifted away from her friend's touch mumbling, "fine."
Nicole raised her eyebrows, but remained silent. Even as the mindless chatter surrounded them, both knew that silence was the safest way to survive. Working side by side, they continued to clean the dirty dishes.
After a few minutes, Nicole asked softly, "Is it Gwen?"
The plate slipped from Allyson's hand, crashing into the murky water as it sprayed up at them both. Nicole managed to chuckle, but Allyson cursed softly underneath her breath.
"What the hell happened?" a harsh voice called out from behind them.
Nicole opened her mouth, but the master held up his hand with impatience; his gray eyes fixed upon Allyson. She didn't say anything shoving her dampened hair behind her shoulder in frustration. The sharp silted eyes seemed to examine the body, every curve and space as he walked upon to her, his hands digging into the metal sink on both sides of her. Allyson gulped, the blood draining from her face as her eyes flew down to the floor. The leather of the jacket brushed against her static arms, the water burned away from the single touch.
"What happened?" her boss repeated, his hot breath trailing across her scalp.
"I was being clumsy," was the simple reply.
No fear evident within her delivery, it seemed trained out of her, fear accomplished nothing. Allyson felt the other staff members around them watching her and their boss with almost baited breath. Lifting one hand from the sink, he ran his claw finger across her jaw line and tilted her chin up.
"Maybe I could teach you how to be less clumsy," he mocked.
In one swift motion, his claw dug into her skin; three fresh, long cuts dripped with fresh blood onto the ground. Her lips trembled and her body shook underneath his close touch. Not even a gasp of surprise filled the room as tears rolled down her cheeks, the salt mixing with the red fluid.
Then cupping her chin softly, he sneered, "stupid Bitch, get back to work…." He leaned in closer, "and no pay for the rest of the week."
He shimmered out without another word and work continued as though nothing had taken place. Allyson didn't say anything and simply went back to work, her vision blurred by tears. Her felt Nicole touch her arm, but she shifted away, glaring at her friend through her dampened hair. She heard the whispers beginning to circle around the room, but she fought hard to ignore them.
Nicole reached over again and whispered, "I can clean you up, Ally."
Allyson shook her head; the cuts were beginning to sting worse as his words echoed through her mind. Nicole's offer seemed to send her heart deeper into her stomach. She couldn't take care of herself and Gwen, simply for one fact alone.
"No," she snapped back at both Nicole's offer and her own thoughts.
No she couldn't think about it, not now. All that mattered was finding help for Gwen, but with each moment her doubts and the blood dissolving into the murky water grew.
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Chris strode through the club; small groups already forming within the late afternoon. Going through a quick mental cheek, he tried to remember all the instructions and rules the Elders had taught him when he had reluctantly lived up there. Yet watching families and friends huddle together in terror in small corners seemed to stripe all the rules of the Elders. He watched as healing potions were distributed among the groups and sighed deeply. Even with every potion in existence he knew that some wounds never healed.
Shaking his head, he called, "Kevin, can I talk to you for a moment?"
In to strides, Kevin was beside the leader and nodded. "What is it?"
"Battle plans for the next…." His voice trailed off.
Even with most magical folk around the club, that word seemed to be forbidden to say. And getting people all worked up and panicking would solve no one's problem. Kevin simple nodded and followed Chris into the back with the other members of the higher ranking resistance members were gathered.
Chris walked around to the table, a crystal and a large map of the city stretched out upon it and for a moment silence filled the room. It took him a second for him to remember they were waiting for him to speak first. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat uneasily; he was never good in front of crowds, his mother had been best at that.
"All right, so I've pinpointed another favorite target that seems popular for the demons to attack, a lot of magical and other creatures seem to live around there," their leader explained.
Everyone nodded in agreement, but seemed confused.
"Why waste our time with those demons, why not just go after him? He's the cause of all this," a new voice asked from the group.
Chris looked up and spotted a young teenage giant with sandy blond hair and hazel eyes, a medium seized club clutched in his hand. Others began to mumble in agreement, but Chris held up his hand for silence.
"We're not going after him, not directly, he's to powerful."
"But then he can come and destroy us all," someone else chimed in.
"Nothing's here to stop him…we have to strike now."
"He's gonna kill us all."
Soon everyone was shouting over each other with more and more harsher and sickening thoughts of Wyatt's cruelty. A loud whistle broke the arguments and they all turned their attention back to their leader. Chris sighed, his hands pressed down on the table; his eyes fixed on the spot the crystal had landed upon on the map. A small group of other members had already gone to cheek it out and try to help who ever needed their assistance.
"We have every measure to keep this place protected and no one not even Wyatt," a shudder swept across the room at his name, "can get in, unless his family is completely killed off, except him and I don't plan on that happening," Chris said through gritted teeth.
He tried to not yell at them, though the frustration was building inside of him.
Blowing out a deep breath, he said, "all right, now I want some of you to go here and others to go here."
As he spoke he gestured to different spots on the map and watched as the other members nod and leave the room to follow his orders. Soon only Kevin remained, his old friend staring at their leader with concern.
"What's up, Chris? You never shouted at them like that?" Kevin asked, adjusting the jean jacket over the red t-shirt.
"It's just so much, and you know no one can go up against Wyatt. The last person…."
His breath caught in his throat. Since that last time, a time that hunted his dreams, he swore no one would ever be forced to go up against that monster. Kevin sighed and nodded in understanding. He slung his arm around Chris' shoulder.
"No one's gonna try doing that," Kevin said calmly.
Chris shrugged and picked up more vials. "Come one, there's still one more place to go."
"Where?"
Chris didn't say anything, but gestured to the map. Kevin squinted down at the name and blew out a low whistle. "You sure, man?"
Chris didn't say anything, but orbed out, the name of the place burning in his mind.
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An alert sounded from the right. Dulled golden curls snapped up with a smile curled at the corners of his lips. It was about time. The Book of Shadows slammed shut, the ancient pages crinkling as his hand slid over a particular page. It was a simple, lower level demon, no problem for any magical being to take care of, but that didn't matter. Lord Wyatt smiled as he walked over to his spy cam. The protective seal of his family's magic sealed the resistance from him completely. Shaking his head, he watched. Light blue orbs swirled and disappeared leaving a twenty year old white lighter witch with familiar brunette hair.
"It's about time, you showed yourself Christopher," Wyatt sneered.
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