Hi. Sorry for the long wait. Thank you Hailey727 for being my first reviewer. Loved your review *swipes tear*. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own MV only the awesome Rachel Caine. I only own the plot and my own characters.
Isis' POV
"Hey! There is no need to shove!" I yelled at the two soldiers manhandling me into a big black van. "I am gifted with feet you know".
"Well, the sender of that gift is not going to help you now especially with what you are, so stop being religious and get in the damn van!" One of the soldiers replied, he was tall, sturdy and well… emo (I never thought the words 'muscular' and 'emo' would ever be in the same sentence).
"Keep talking like that and you might get struck by light-"
"Oh shut up. Now do as you're told or you won't get to see your precious brother again," the other soldier interrupted me; his appearance was exactly the same as the other soldier but had way more tattoos. I knew what they meant by referring to my older brother as precious, they meant that they could 'negotiate' with me terms (i.e. blackmail).
So, I did what I was told.
The interior of the van was more or less like a normal van, one driver, two leather chairs at the front and one bench on each side of the van. However, surrounding the lovely, soft leather seats that should be beckoning to you to sit, there were elegant buckles, chains and handcuffs.
I wonder who it's for…
"Alright! I get it," I yelled again since they did not get it the first time. Being shoved towards the cage hurt because of the surgery done at the small of my back, so I quickly got to my feet and sat at my located seat. The tattooed soldier locked both ankle and handcuffs with a creepy look in his eyes; that creepy look furiously gleamed as he brought out a long black cloth from his back pocket and tried to cover my eyes.
"Whoa!" I started to back away but could not get that far because of the wall and the cuffs. "As hell never coming down to earth, you are not covering my eyes. I do not trust you monsters." I spat the last six words making them very clear.
"Yes. You. Are." A new, male, voice appeared, it was filled with darkness and cruelty; Abaddon. Of course that was not his real name, but everyone at this military had a name that reflected on their personality his suited perfectly. When ever hearing a name for the first time you never can tell if the name suits them or not, but the name Abaddon suit him very much. Being the leader of this secret army or rebellion group may have turned him scarred but that does not make it a right to take it upon others. Destruction, suffering and pain were the best words to describe him; hence his name, Abaddon, meaning destruction. I stayed quiet; knowing speaking my mind would not help me.
"Thank you gentlemen," Abaddon directed to the two soldiers.
"You can say that again," I muttered and bit my tongue as soon as those words stumbled out of my mouth. A glare was then directed at me.
"We will let that smart remark pass, but next time there will be payment". How nice of you…
He continued descending so we had even eye level, "You will do as you are told. Now that's out of the way, repeat to me your instructions given to you when we reach the wondrous town of Morganville."
The inhuman part of me responded immediately, "Arrival of entering Morganville will be notified by the soldiers, and the need to act normal, silent and still when the blindfold is removed and a blanket place over my hands and ankle is essential. I will then be directed to the town hall to meet the Mayor. During that meeting I will ask to be excused to leave and attend the bathroom, someone may escort me. By killing the escort silently and swiftly as soon as I get the chance, I place the body in a made up scene making it seemed as if we got attacked. I will then have a few minutes to place cameras and devises in hidden locations to unlock the secrets of the pitiful town. If everything goes according to plan; the town would be destroyed of its human inhabitants and the secret of the vampire world will reach havoc upon Dallas and spread across nations in a matter of days".
Cold silence filled the room.
"Perfect, you have your job quite cut out for you," the heartless creature commented. My face was a blank mask but on the inside I wanted to tear everything apart. That voice; it was so… animal like. I despised it. "Flame," he smiled; it was horrible. Pale white, bony sticks of fingers stretched out towards me, my red locks were captured between ices. Without hesitant, I pulled my head away to the left (nearly banging it against the side of the van) and closed my eyes; breathing deeply and controlling my emotions from showing. Anger. I could feel my eyes' turning a blood red under my eye lids- anger was defiantly trying to overthrow me. Meanwhile, I heard him continuing, "Flame, you will do wonderful at destroying. Don't let anything get in the way." Sensing his smirk ticked me off; I lunged, eyes burning crimson, mouth turning into a snarl, white teeth bearing, fangs extending and my face scrunched up in anger ready for attack but was caught and yanked back, suddenly making me crash into the part of the van behind me and denting, because of the cuffs and chains. In this form the silver make of the chains burned my pale skin.
Laughter filled the room.
"Better luck next time, oh powerful one," one of the soldiers called from his seat at the front. With that the van hurled into life and was driven towards my starting of destruction.
"Good luck and I'll see you soon." The conversation ended (well, telepathically). Hours had passed and the plan adapted and became more dangerous as Rex and I talked about what was going to be happening. Given what I am I can achieve things that normal humans can not, like telepathy. I can have a conversation over long distances. Closing my eyes, I hoped with all the might I had that I will be seeing my brother again especially after my breakout.
Fools… Do they really think I am still going to listen? My brother has his own plans and I do mine…
"We're here. You know what to do," I was notified with a sharp and metallic voice. Keys jingled and a screech moaned out, slowly getting up pins and needles drowned by body, I moved towards the other bench. Soft material placed over my torso and legs. The cage hidden under the bench, under a dull material. Hope, need and fear filled my heart. This has to work…
Checkpoint took a few minutes and soon we were rolling down the road inside of Morganville towards the town hall.
Closing my eyes, I began to shut down my senses. Pure white silence filled my mind, nothing was heard, tasted, smelt, felt or seen. Concentrating I felt, through my mind, where I was, what was being seen by people walking pass. What I was seeing was crystal clear, I felt out of my body as if I was looking down. There…
I saw a big black van with the two emo soldiers at the front. The driver was wearing shades and smirking
A black van came rolling to a stop at the sign of the red light. The road was empty but plenty of people were walking to notice the mysterious black van. Whispers started in the crowd of students that were walking towards the local café, Common Grounds which was located at the corner of the street. The lights glowing through the windows from Common Grounds and frequent call of the costumers orders sounded welcoming.
The whispers from students turned into screams and shouts as a fiery explosion and a ball of fire engulfed the black van that once stood innocently on the road waiting for the lights to change green. The engulfed van shook from side to side and soon finally tipped over and crashed against the pavement. The weary looking lamppost vibrated in shock and blacked out. The sky grew dark as the smoke marked it area. The people in the café ran outside and evaluated the scene in front of them. Silence partnered with Smoke as it polluted into the air. More smoke and fire bellowed from the van. Sounds of sirens were getting louder until they finally came. Police, firemen, and ambulances. Movement was sensed by all. Breaths stood still. Two firemen went into the fire a brought out two bodies; the soldiers. Little did they know, they were about the get a surprise.
The fire stopped and disappeared. As if something (or someone) drained the fire. But the smoke made it hard to see. A small body fought its way through the remainders of the van. Two firemen ran up to the fighting body and helped it out. Once long red locks now turned black from soot, a pale face covered in dust. A girl. A child. Paramedics and two police figures ran over. The girl coughed. Once. Twice. Blood covered her hands and her mouth. Her eyes shone with wetness. She looked into the eyes of the nearest person. Fear radiated through the girl. Thrice. She fell but was caught and carried over to the van. Others attended the wounded soldiers. A question ran through the bewildered crowd; what happened to the fire? No one knew the answer; but one. A hippie looked towards the girl who was getting treated and the answer dawned into his eyes.
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