Bethy: You really think this is the best fic you've ever read?! Wow. Thank
you that's really great to hear! Thank you!
Freedom-angel: Lydecker was hard to write as. I'd expect him to either to love her a lot.in the episode right after they find Tinga in the tank (I don't remember what that ep was called, sorry.) he seemed to really care for the X5's in a parental way. I think what happened was I had him hide what he really felt. Like what you saw in Pilot and when he was the villain. He cared for them but around employees he couldn't be that way. Are you getting what I'm saying? Maybe I'll have him actually try to ask for forgiveness later on in the fic. I just finished part 24 so maybe I can get it in there sometime or something but where I am it doesn't look like it much. I'll try though.
Anyways to all you invisible readers and signing readers here's more fic and I hope you enjoy it and just like always I'll post when I see replies. :) Enjoy. Ooooh! I just had a look over on the postie and we get a mini plot! A mini plot!!! YAY ME! LOL. Anyways I'm expecting some replies for this one and the next few ones.this fic starts to get good from now on. Can you guys believe this was my first FanFic I ever wrote? Well I suppose this last paragraph was like me rambling on talking to you like you were right here but oh well what are you going to do about it? Well I guess you could not read what I'm typing but yeah **holds up a shield to hide from the flying tomatoes.** FINE I'LL GET TO THE FIC!!! Enjoy.
Lydecker Plural
Part Twelve
Long after the dinner, and when everyone was fast asleep, I was sitting on the beach listing to the waves. Yes I know I said that there was a lake there, but then to the west there was a stretch of land, then on the stretch of land there was the Puget Sound; the waves there were the biggest I have ever seen in the sound.
Anyway, so I was just sitting there on a blanket on the beach thinking of the bad days in Manticore. Don't ask me why I was thinking about Manticore and 'Deck or wondering what my life would be like if I were normal.
**//Geneva (again) thinking to herself//**
If I was normal and had a mom and a dad (not some crazed CO) life would be...perfect. Norm-dad would probably do what ever he did before Manticore came into the picture-Lydecker never told me what he did before Manticore. Non-dead-mom would probably teach me everything I needed to know, and I wouldn't have this stupid thing on the back of my neck...but no, that's not how things are. Things will never be like that, if I was going to survive I had to stay out of fantasies.
So what if Lydecker taught me to "keep my head in the game"? Doing the opposite will be what gets me caught, so I have to remember the crap he put into our minds, **Oh Geneva...it's kind of ironic huh? To avoid capture, I have to be what I hate most of all...a soldier playing escape and evade.** The thought almost made me laugh.
So, now that we have a camp I need to do the next most important thing...get some hair dye. Dark red would be the best color for me, that or light brown, but I like red a little more...it gives me some attitude. Then again brown hides my identity and makes me look a little more intelligent...maybe a cross between a red and a brown. I'll decide tomorrow when all this Logan crap is over with.
Holy crap! Why does the night have to be so god dam boring? Yes, the night is a time for me to think, but thinking to some extent gets so boring and there's nothing to do because you have to be quiet and there's no one to talk to...if I only had a deck of cards or something. Staying up late kind of makes you talk to your self like there's another person here doesn't it, Geneva? Uh-Huh.
**//Done thinking (six hours later)//**
I began to put the deck of cards away (I had gone up to the tent to grab some and I paired it off with a pair of headphones) and was about three campsites away when something caught my eye in a nearby tree.
It was a body. A human body that was crucified to the tree. It had no clothes on which revealed it was female. It was a fresh kill; it was maybe four hours old. On her stomach was a number: 30 written in her own blood. Blood was pouring out of her nose, mouth, and eyes. When I got a closer look I saw that she had marks up and down her arms that meant someone had attacked her and she had tried to defend herself.
I switched the headphones off and hung them around my neck, then, I got a chill and a weird feeling, like I was being watched, so I ran back to our campsite. I threw the cards onto the picnic table then I was about ready to tap on Matt's tent but the zipper was opened and he stepped out slightly startling me.
"What happened?" he asked me in a barely audible whisper.
"Do you have a cell phone?"
"No."
"Do you know where the nearest phone is?"
"What happened? And the closest phone I can think about is with Logan...when you were gone I saw him talking to someone."
"There is some dead chic and...I need a phone to call it in." I was being eerily calm about it.
"Let's go..."
Matt began to walk over to Logan's camper and when he got there he motioned for me to get over there. I did that just as he knocked lightly on the door.
I heard Logan scrambling around in his camper before he opened it up looking extremely tired. I, on the other hand, put on a terrified look.
"Yes?" he said.
"We need to borrow a phone...do you have on handy?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, why?" Logan grabbed one and handed it to me.
I scrambled to keep my hair out of my face and hurriedly dialed 911. The operator did the traditional '911 how may we help you?'
"I'm at Deception Pass National Park, and I need some assistance out here."
"What kind of assistance?"
"Police investigators."
"What's your name?"
"Geneva."
"Okay, Geneva, what happened? And what campsite are you at?"
"There's a dead body hanging in a tree. Thirty-four."
"Geneva, police assistance are already on their way."
"Thank you." I hung up as soon as the operator did.
I handed the cell back to Logan and when I saw his face I had to resist laughing. Logan's facial expressions were in a mix of terror, and amazement; most likely because I was so calm on the phone.
"A dead body?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Hanging in a tree?"
"Yep."
After the odd moment we had of silence red and blue flashing lights cut through the night like a hot knife slicing through butter.
There were only three cars, one fire truck, and one ambulance. The fire truck and the ambulance's need to be here were a mystery to me. The first cop car stopped in front of me, and a female cop stepped out.
"You Geneva?" she addressed me.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Would you mind to take me to the body?"
"Sure." I said directing her to where the dead woman was.
She pointed her flashlight up in the tree where I had pointed.
"Eck, okay, Geneva, I want you to go over there to inspector Jones he'll ask you a few questions."
"Okay." I walked over to a man who was getting out of the second car. "Mr. Jones?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Geneva. I believe you have questions for me?"
"Oh yeah. Why were you out at this time of the night?"
"I'm afraid I have a sleeping disorder, I can only sleep maybe two nights a week."
Inspector Jones quickly whipped out a note pad and began to take notes. "Hmmmm-hum, okay what brought you to the scene of the crime?"
"Because I couldn't sleep I went down to the beach to think; I was coming from the beach to our campsite."
"When you went down to the beach did you see the body there before?"
"No."
"What time did you go down to the beach?"
"Maybe nine o' clock. Then I went up to the campsite to get a deck of cards and a walk-man. Then I went down to the beach once again to think and play cards. Finally I came from the beach and saw her there in the tree."
"Okay, what did you do when you saw her? Did you scream?"
"I turned my head phones off and hung them around my neck. I think I was too shocked to scream. Then I ran to my friend's tent and woke him up to see if he had a phone to call the police. He didn't so we went to the neighboring campsite...we saw him using a cell earlier that day."
"So you were down at the beach for maybe six hours, correct?"
"Yes."
"Okay, where's your friend that you woke up?"
"At the camp still."
Jones began to go and see Matt, probably to question him.
Suddenly, when I turned around, like a ghost, Ella appeared out of nowhere. "Geneva what's going on?"
"I found a dead body in the trees." I whispered.
Ella gasped, "What?"
"I'll tell you later." I said.
I began to walk toward our campsite to see if the questioning was over; it wasn't.
I was about fifteen feet behind Jones and heard what the question was. "Do you know why Geneva was out this late?"
**Great, Jones suspects me,** I thought dully **Just what I need. Oh well innocent until proven guilty.**
"She has a sleeping disorder." I mouthed, luckily Matt saw it.
"She has a sleeping disorder."
"How much does she sleep a week?"
"Two days." I mouthed.
"About two days." Matt repeated.
"Okay." Jones said, "That's all I need to know." Jones declared himself satisfied and walked away.
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The Police removed the body from the tree and taped everything off. They got every firefighter, cop, and medic out of there before sunrise. Now neither Matt, nor Ella could fall asleep again. Logan, on the other hand, got back into his camper and presumably fell asleep due to having the big meeting the next day.
"So..." Ella said giving off an haunting glow caused from the fire.
"You know that I don't sleep well right? I have to do something all night and I went down to the beach to play some cards and listen to some music and when I was heading back up here I saw a naked chic in the trees."
"Oh my gosh...that's disgusting."
"Yeah, but it's nothing I'm not used to...I remember watching the training with the con."
"What happened with the con?"
"Lydecker found a guy who was in for life and he had said that if he could make it to the perimeter fence he would be set free, if he couldn't he would be put back in jail.
"Lydecker even gave him a head start. The X5s who were out there caught him and saw a tattoo of a heart with a knife going through it and they pronounced him a Nomilie. They attacked him and killed him without one thought of doubt."
"Oh...well do me a favor; don't tell me anything that might give me nightmares. That dead lady will keep me going for at least a week."
I was very ashamed to admit it but at the time I thought this was a good thing, not the lady's death...I was thinking that Logan would want to check this stuff out. Giving us the perfect opportunity to confront him.
Freedom-angel: Lydecker was hard to write as. I'd expect him to either to love her a lot.in the episode right after they find Tinga in the tank (I don't remember what that ep was called, sorry.) he seemed to really care for the X5's in a parental way. I think what happened was I had him hide what he really felt. Like what you saw in Pilot and when he was the villain. He cared for them but around employees he couldn't be that way. Are you getting what I'm saying? Maybe I'll have him actually try to ask for forgiveness later on in the fic. I just finished part 24 so maybe I can get it in there sometime or something but where I am it doesn't look like it much. I'll try though.
Anyways to all you invisible readers and signing readers here's more fic and I hope you enjoy it and just like always I'll post when I see replies. :) Enjoy. Ooooh! I just had a look over on the postie and we get a mini plot! A mini plot!!! YAY ME! LOL. Anyways I'm expecting some replies for this one and the next few ones.this fic starts to get good from now on. Can you guys believe this was my first FanFic I ever wrote? Well I suppose this last paragraph was like me rambling on talking to you like you were right here but oh well what are you going to do about it? Well I guess you could not read what I'm typing but yeah **holds up a shield to hide from the flying tomatoes.** FINE I'LL GET TO THE FIC!!! Enjoy.
Lydecker Plural
Part Twelve
Long after the dinner, and when everyone was fast asleep, I was sitting on the beach listing to the waves. Yes I know I said that there was a lake there, but then to the west there was a stretch of land, then on the stretch of land there was the Puget Sound; the waves there were the biggest I have ever seen in the sound.
Anyway, so I was just sitting there on a blanket on the beach thinking of the bad days in Manticore. Don't ask me why I was thinking about Manticore and 'Deck or wondering what my life would be like if I were normal.
**//Geneva (again) thinking to herself//**
If I was normal and had a mom and a dad (not some crazed CO) life would be...perfect. Norm-dad would probably do what ever he did before Manticore came into the picture-Lydecker never told me what he did before Manticore. Non-dead-mom would probably teach me everything I needed to know, and I wouldn't have this stupid thing on the back of my neck...but no, that's not how things are. Things will never be like that, if I was going to survive I had to stay out of fantasies.
So what if Lydecker taught me to "keep my head in the game"? Doing the opposite will be what gets me caught, so I have to remember the crap he put into our minds, **Oh Geneva...it's kind of ironic huh? To avoid capture, I have to be what I hate most of all...a soldier playing escape and evade.** The thought almost made me laugh.
So, now that we have a camp I need to do the next most important thing...get some hair dye. Dark red would be the best color for me, that or light brown, but I like red a little more...it gives me some attitude. Then again brown hides my identity and makes me look a little more intelligent...maybe a cross between a red and a brown. I'll decide tomorrow when all this Logan crap is over with.
Holy crap! Why does the night have to be so god dam boring? Yes, the night is a time for me to think, but thinking to some extent gets so boring and there's nothing to do because you have to be quiet and there's no one to talk to...if I only had a deck of cards or something. Staying up late kind of makes you talk to your self like there's another person here doesn't it, Geneva? Uh-Huh.
**//Done thinking (six hours later)//**
I began to put the deck of cards away (I had gone up to the tent to grab some and I paired it off with a pair of headphones) and was about three campsites away when something caught my eye in a nearby tree.
It was a body. A human body that was crucified to the tree. It had no clothes on which revealed it was female. It was a fresh kill; it was maybe four hours old. On her stomach was a number: 30 written in her own blood. Blood was pouring out of her nose, mouth, and eyes. When I got a closer look I saw that she had marks up and down her arms that meant someone had attacked her and she had tried to defend herself.
I switched the headphones off and hung them around my neck, then, I got a chill and a weird feeling, like I was being watched, so I ran back to our campsite. I threw the cards onto the picnic table then I was about ready to tap on Matt's tent but the zipper was opened and he stepped out slightly startling me.
"What happened?" he asked me in a barely audible whisper.
"Do you have a cell phone?"
"No."
"Do you know where the nearest phone is?"
"What happened? And the closest phone I can think about is with Logan...when you were gone I saw him talking to someone."
"There is some dead chic and...I need a phone to call it in." I was being eerily calm about it.
"Let's go..."
Matt began to walk over to Logan's camper and when he got there he motioned for me to get over there. I did that just as he knocked lightly on the door.
I heard Logan scrambling around in his camper before he opened it up looking extremely tired. I, on the other hand, put on a terrified look.
"Yes?" he said.
"We need to borrow a phone...do you have on handy?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, why?" Logan grabbed one and handed it to me.
I scrambled to keep my hair out of my face and hurriedly dialed 911. The operator did the traditional '911 how may we help you?'
"I'm at Deception Pass National Park, and I need some assistance out here."
"What kind of assistance?"
"Police investigators."
"What's your name?"
"Geneva."
"Okay, Geneva, what happened? And what campsite are you at?"
"There's a dead body hanging in a tree. Thirty-four."
"Geneva, police assistance are already on their way."
"Thank you." I hung up as soon as the operator did.
I handed the cell back to Logan and when I saw his face I had to resist laughing. Logan's facial expressions were in a mix of terror, and amazement; most likely because I was so calm on the phone.
"A dead body?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Hanging in a tree?"
"Yep."
After the odd moment we had of silence red and blue flashing lights cut through the night like a hot knife slicing through butter.
There were only three cars, one fire truck, and one ambulance. The fire truck and the ambulance's need to be here were a mystery to me. The first cop car stopped in front of me, and a female cop stepped out.
"You Geneva?" she addressed me.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Would you mind to take me to the body?"
"Sure." I said directing her to where the dead woman was.
She pointed her flashlight up in the tree where I had pointed.
"Eck, okay, Geneva, I want you to go over there to inspector Jones he'll ask you a few questions."
"Okay." I walked over to a man who was getting out of the second car. "Mr. Jones?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Geneva. I believe you have questions for me?"
"Oh yeah. Why were you out at this time of the night?"
"I'm afraid I have a sleeping disorder, I can only sleep maybe two nights a week."
Inspector Jones quickly whipped out a note pad and began to take notes. "Hmmmm-hum, okay what brought you to the scene of the crime?"
"Because I couldn't sleep I went down to the beach to think; I was coming from the beach to our campsite."
"When you went down to the beach did you see the body there before?"
"No."
"What time did you go down to the beach?"
"Maybe nine o' clock. Then I went up to the campsite to get a deck of cards and a walk-man. Then I went down to the beach once again to think and play cards. Finally I came from the beach and saw her there in the tree."
"Okay, what did you do when you saw her? Did you scream?"
"I turned my head phones off and hung them around my neck. I think I was too shocked to scream. Then I ran to my friend's tent and woke him up to see if he had a phone to call the police. He didn't so we went to the neighboring campsite...we saw him using a cell earlier that day."
"So you were down at the beach for maybe six hours, correct?"
"Yes."
"Okay, where's your friend that you woke up?"
"At the camp still."
Jones began to go and see Matt, probably to question him.
Suddenly, when I turned around, like a ghost, Ella appeared out of nowhere. "Geneva what's going on?"
"I found a dead body in the trees." I whispered.
Ella gasped, "What?"
"I'll tell you later." I said.
I began to walk toward our campsite to see if the questioning was over; it wasn't.
I was about fifteen feet behind Jones and heard what the question was. "Do you know why Geneva was out this late?"
**Great, Jones suspects me,** I thought dully **Just what I need. Oh well innocent until proven guilty.**
"She has a sleeping disorder." I mouthed, luckily Matt saw it.
"She has a sleeping disorder."
"How much does she sleep a week?"
"Two days." I mouthed.
"About two days." Matt repeated.
"Okay." Jones said, "That's all I need to know." Jones declared himself satisfied and walked away.
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The Police removed the body from the tree and taped everything off. They got every firefighter, cop, and medic out of there before sunrise. Now neither Matt, nor Ella could fall asleep again. Logan, on the other hand, got back into his camper and presumably fell asleep due to having the big meeting the next day.
"So..." Ella said giving off an haunting glow caused from the fire.
"You know that I don't sleep well right? I have to do something all night and I went down to the beach to play some cards and listen to some music and when I was heading back up here I saw a naked chic in the trees."
"Oh my gosh...that's disgusting."
"Yeah, but it's nothing I'm not used to...I remember watching the training with the con."
"What happened with the con?"
"Lydecker found a guy who was in for life and he had said that if he could make it to the perimeter fence he would be set free, if he couldn't he would be put back in jail.
"Lydecker even gave him a head start. The X5s who were out there caught him and saw a tattoo of a heart with a knife going through it and they pronounced him a Nomilie. They attacked him and killed him without one thought of doubt."
"Oh...well do me a favor; don't tell me anything that might give me nightmares. That dead lady will keep me going for at least a week."
I was very ashamed to admit it but at the time I thought this was a good thing, not the lady's death...I was thinking that Logan would want to check this stuff out. Giving us the perfect opportunity to confront him.