Chapter 46 Lesson of the Enemy

Ames stood at the balcony hands behind his back, it was times like these he missed having a partner. The multi-faceted persona's he had to keep track of, wore him down like the migraines one of the only problems the conclave members ever had. He had his brother nestled away for his safety as well as the world.

CJ was unstable but he was smart, one of the pluses of being the child of an elite conclave member.

He had a contact on the inside now, while they wouldn't give him as much as a peep about the transgenic-problem. They told him they would set it up but when the time was right-he would have his slayer.

He was not a patient man, by nature. If his contact failed him this time, he would just kill them and be done with it.

He turned slightly as his bed partner for the night stirred slightly. She wasn't anything special, but she was attractive and served her purpose. He was a man and therefore had needs. The girl would suffice for now. In the long haul, there were other needs to be filled but the girl with the long dark locks in his bed was not worthy to be a part of his ultimate goal. He had his future with the Conclave to consider and as usual, the Conclave was the foremost thought in his mind.

He continued to stare out the French doors and his childhood memories that he both cherished and despised came to play...

Flashback…

His father had made connections with a Dr. Maggie Walsh of Sunnydale, California. His mom, at one point thought that his dad was having an affair. He was only six at the time but distinctly remembered this particular night. He had come home to tell his dad he was one of three that had been chosen- to be considered for mate for the coming goddess. The school and everything had been up in arms since the comet showing last week. It foretold of the Goddess and her ability to bring forth the chosen one.

Jax had taken Ames under her wing since Sandeman had pretty much abandoned his role with the conclave. His desire to bring Chaos into the world, although amusing and entertaining, sometimes did not mesh with the Plans of the Familiars. He was still a strong member and brought much delight to Amara, one of the elders, and thus; he could not be touched under her protection.

He had walked in with his dad gripping the doctor's arms; the position could be construed as too many things and his dad had taken to locking himself away in his lab since he began to work with the 'Initiative of Manticore.'

"You know that this first subject was supposed to stay at the base in Manticore. Why did you move him?"

"Because dear lady, this creature is a kin to my son, not one of your experiments. I told you I would assist with your 'Adam' creature but my children are off limits when salvaging for his parts."

"You disgust me- how could you think that thing will be accepted?" Maggie Walsh pulled her arm out of the man's grasp.

"Do not cross me – I do still worship those with considerable power." His dark eyes held no fear as he looked at her with contempt.

They both heard the door open and looked to the door where little Ames White stood, in shock.

End Flashback.

Maggie Walsh. Now there was a woman with the tenacity that could have changed the world. Shame she was gutted by her own creation trying to piece together the ultimate soldier from spare demon and transgenic parts; which was on the stronger side of lunacy. You had to admire her gumption though. His dad didn't seem too upset about it when he heard about her untimely demise. Ames turned and looked back to the room; it was almost time for him to have his bed partner leave. She at least didn't interrupt his quiet contemplation time, the only reason he sought her out in the first place. He turned back to the darkness -he enjoyed the early twilight and its calmness especially since the transgenic filth didn't come to this part of town. Good to know some parts of Seattle were pestilence free.

Soon, in the near future the plague would break out removing those less worthy individuals and placing the Conclave at the top of the proverbial world in domination. By then, he will have taken his rightful place with the goddess by his side. He just needed to have patience and all his plans would come to fruition.

He sat stone still in his room, the chanting rang in his ears, and the fires from the outside burned brightly casting shadows across his cell. He had been working on the bars for the last couple days. His roommate was a catatonic, waiting to be sacrificed for the Conclave. He knew he himself wouldn't be sacrificed because of who his family was, but if he could get free that would be a bonus.

His big brother had come to see him earlier. He hated this place, but ever since his father had gone underground to hide from certain people, including his brother, his older brother had watched over him, made sure he was fed and cared for properly.

His big brother, he sneered, took it upon himself to keep him hidden from the world in this madhouse. He was certain, that his brother was the only reason they hadn't used him for the sacrifices, but why was the bigger question. His brother usually cared very little for family or felt any familiar obligations. No, he knew his brother was up to something, but for now, he would just listen and observe like he had all his life. Oh, how he missed the times of when his mom was alive and his dad was here. His dad would put Tootles in his place.

Then again, Tootles also had protected him all his life. When they went to school, it was the special school for all the conclave children and when the other kids picked at CJ for being different, Tootles would get beat up and called bad names protecting his little brother.

Then came time for the test; the one that separated the chosen elite from the disappointments in the Conclave. In order to be part of the chosen, it was necessary to partake from the protector. Those who survived were marked with the symbol of Conclave; those that didn't, died or were driven insane. Tootles had passed with flying colors not even getting sick, but when his time came, something went terribly wrong. He didn't outright die, but his sanity had become unstable.

Tootles had aligned with the conclave and actually risen to very high order. He was the appointed life creator of the chosen one; whatever that meant. He had no clue about how the ritual occurred. He barely paid attention to the ramblings when they were younger. It was just his dad going on about how to create a better world and that there was a reason for everything.

CJ shook off the musings; it was finally time for escape. He lifted his bars off his window he tied sheets together and slid to the ground.