Revelations Chapter 1 part one.
By Ori1.
Rating: PG-13 to soft R. There will be swearing in this fic and some sexuality and a lot of violence. So if you are bothered by swearing (the spice of any language), violence and people getting it on please leave and find a fic that will suit your puritanical natures. Have a nice day.
Disclaimer: If it was on the show it isn't mine. I am just using these characters because I saw a story. I am making no money off of this. I have no money. If you don't not recognize the character from this show I may have created her, him or it. So please feel free to ask.
Spoilers: this story is Au, but I will use various characters and references from the show in my story. Again if you have a question feel free to email me. I love to talk about my writing.
Notes: I know I haven't posted in awhile. RL has been hectic. I have been sick, dealt with family sickness, changes in work schedules, a depressive episode, change in schooling and well completely and utterly blocked. But I recently (within the last few months) received some copies of the episodes of Wolf Lake and the muse has been recharged. I apologize for taking forever to get to this and I will try to do better. I work well if people tell me what they like and don't like (politely please!)
This chapter will be in two parts. I have an idea how the second part will go but I haven't written it yet. Hopefully your reviews will help me decide how to go from here.
Dedication: To the amazing Cassie E. The only reason I could write this is with her amazing support and feedback. Thank you.
Part one of Chapter One.
One of the few good things about my childhood is that all the moving we did taught me to adjust to my surroundings quickly if not easily. Something that is very useful in my chosen profession where one cannot allow discomfort to impede success rate. My last job was in New Mexico and the 30 degree drop in temperature would be disturbing if not for my abilities as a skinwalker allowing me to regulate my body temperature, allowing me to stay comfortable.
I was to meet with my contact at the Seattle Diner at six pm, in the dinner rush hopefully meaning that no one would be paying too much attention to our conversation. A good thing, since conversations about people who like to go furry usually aren't well received by the general public. Just a little something I have picked up over the years, I will be arriving first so I can choose the seating; I want my back to the wall. Then my contact will know to approach me since I will be reading Jack London's Call of the Wild. He will then approach me and comment on how adequately London captures the primordial spirit that is dominant in man. I will return his comment by expressing a similar view. Why people insist on this cloak and dagger bullshit is beyond me. Of course I would be happier if I could just allow my work to be done though the computer like a banking transaction. A thousand dollars there and viola the desired event is accomplished. But I need contact to familiarize myself with the client. The wolf's sense of smell is defiantly one of my most used gifts.
I arrive at the diner quarter after five. A few minutes waiting, some polite asking and I am at the table I want. I will a fifteen percent tip so that the waitress doesn't remember me more than any other one-time customer. Pulling the book out of my bag I open to where I had placed the bookmark earlier. I had read the book when I was in high school and I am able to remember anything I read so I used the book as a cover as I used my senses to scan the restaurant. The waitress that just took my order has just taken a smoking break, and is worried about something, probably the fact that she is in the earlier stages of pregnancy. To my left there is a cop judging by the smell of gunpowder and stale sugar that clings to his hands. But he is getting ready to leave. Other than that the only thing truly distracting is the amazing smell the food. Though I ate before so I wouldn't be too distracted I will order some bacon and trout. Atkins diet was invented by a skinwalker, I am sure of it. The restaurant was bustling and no one seemed to be paying that much attention to anything other than his or her selves. This was looking positive.
"London has always been one of my favorite authors for his ability to show that the primordial spirit of the wild dominated mankind despite the veneer of civilization." The voice came out of nowhere. I had been scanning the restaurant for anyone that came near me and the freaking voice came out of the middle of nowhere.
"I have always preferred his portrayal of wolves." I said hopefully not visibly shaken by someone who apparently just appears out of nowhere. My contact sits down. He is a fifitish male, Native American descent but that is not what impresses me. It is his eyes. This is someone who knows what is going on. Someone who I don't want as my enemy. Seeing as I already have enough of those.
"So you are Marie's little girl. You look like her."
I shake my head noncommittally. I only barely remember that my mother's real name was Marie, after a lifetime of aliases. "You said that you had information." I keep my voice level. I need to stay professional. I have a knife strapped to my thigh and the large blue ring that usually gets so many comments has a hollow chamber that is filled with a poison that I can put in his coffee, and if worst comes to worst-- a fork in the eye could do the trick. I am in control of this. Yeah right.
Before he can say anything the waitress asks us if we are ready to order. We place our orders and then wait for the waitress to leave to continue. "My name is Sherman Blackstone and I knew your mother from the day she was born."
Does that make him family, I hope not. "That is nice if I just wanted pictures but I want to know why she died."
"Patience is a virtue and I can answer five years of questions if you allow me to."
Five years of questions is nothing when you have lived a lifetime of lies, but despite my suspicions at his jovial mask, this ...man was the closest I have been to answers since the night they took my mother away. I nodded my assessment.
"What do you know about Skinwalkers?"
"It is a common myth of many cultures around the world, people who have the ability to change from human into animal form.
"And you are a descended from a race of people who can change into wolves." He said, and even though I have wondered, even suspected that he knew to hear it said like that when I have only talked to one person about my abilities was shocking. I look around to see if anyone in the restaurant is paying attention but they are all to busy with their normal lives. Lives that are full of soccer practice and paying bills and being spent with people who love them. I envy them that freedom. I want to hate them for that freedom.
I started to speak but he interpreted. He probably did that a lot, he had the whole air of someone who was pretty sure of his lot and life and he wanted to torture those of us who didn't know what he knew. Bastard.
"Don't deny. You have your mother's face and your father's eyes but colder. How desperately do you want the answers Sophia? Don't you want to know why your mother died?"
"My mother was murdered, you bastard. She had spent the last seventeen years of her life running from them and they killed her. They would have killed me if I hadn't escaped."
"And you want revenge."
"I want vengeance." I want to rip their heads off and dance in their blood.
"Good."
That I hadn't expected. "So are you going to tell me what you know or not."
"Their in a town called Wolf Lake, which is in.."
"Washington State, in the cascades off the interstate." I have spent years scouring the US looking for anyplace that I might have family. Wolf Lake was always one of the towns that I had on my list of possibilities, but something, some instinct, always stopped me from going.
"And why should I believe you."
He placed a floppy disc on the table. "A token of my allegiance. Everything you need to know is there." And then as I glanced down at the table he disappeared as quickly as he appeared. The messenger had left me with nearly nothing in the way of answers and more questions. I guess I should be used to that by now.
