Ebony walked into the room, bumping into Lex as he disappeared outside. "Trudy's up the duff again!, now there's a surprise!" she said as she slumped into a chair, Bray glaring at her as she did.
"What? The silly cow managed to get a 'bun in the oven', and I'm supposed to care?"
"Well, you could at least be worried" Salene said, "This baby could be something big; I mean what if they see it as a way to get more people into the Chosen?"
Opening her mouth to reply, Ebony soon closed it. Salene had a point: what would this baby mean to the Chosen...?
Trudy sat rocking as best she could, her bump protruding as she brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Tears were streaming freely down her face as she wondered what her fate was going to be. Was she doomed to be a baby machine for the Guardian? If that was going to be her future, she wasn't going to let him. Pulling out a small penknife, Trudy flipped it open, weighing up her choice, the knife or the bump...
Luke held his head low as he knocked on the door. He knew the Guardian would blame him, and he wasn't looking forward to what was about to come. Breathing deeply he sighed and took a stride in, ready to face whatever was to be his punishment.
The Guardian spun to face Luke. The blue-haired boy looked scared and that pleased him. "So, what was the reason for today's attack? Do you have an answer Luke?"
Luke was puzzled by the Guardian's reaction. He had expected the guy to get very mad and yell at him. "I am sorry Guardian, I was unprepared for the rebel attack, Zoot have mercy."
The Guardian turned his back on Luke, slipping something from the desk into his hand. "Oh, Zoot is merciful" he said, spinning round as he slipped the knife into the palm of his hands, sliding the blade clean across Luke's neck.
Luke had no time to react, the shocked expression on his face saying more than Luke could ever vocalize. His hands moved to hold his throat, trying to stop the blood pouring out of him, before he slumped down to the floor.
The Guardian shook his head "Be prepared next time Luke" as he wiped the blade of the knife clean, "Zoot be praised..."
The Guardian strode out of his room, content that his problem had been dealt with, and headed for the Supreme Mother's room. Seeing Trudy sitting on the bed he pushed back the curtain and smiled weirdly at her, "Supreme Mother..."
Trudy jumped at the sound of The Guardian, slipping off the bed so as to maintain her distance from him. "Guardian..." she said weakly "I had nothing to do with..."
He dismissed her with a shake of his hand; "I know; the problem has been dealt with." His voice calm and collected, which scared Trudy more than his bad taste in hairstyles.
As Trudy stepped back from the Guardian, afraid of what he would say and do to her, she gasped, instantly feeling physically sick. She had spotted Luke's body being dragged from the Guardian's room, his robes covered in blood. Trudy knew that the body could easily have been hers, and she knew what she had to do...