A/N: I'm so glad you didn't hate the twist I made in the last chapter…This one I think is a good one, but the description of the fight is not enough pictured…so well tell me what you all think about it! In case you wonder, all of your reviews are ALL greatly APPRECIATED! It always makes my day!
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Two days before the 'attack' on the Familiars' school, she still hadn't talked to anybody. Not even to Alec. He had made her understand that he didn't matter to him, but she wouldn't listen. She wouldn't even turn to face him, she wasn't eating, wasn't showing any emotional reaction. She seemed to be an automaton and Alec was starting to get angry about her reaction. True it was hard for her, but he couldn't do anything for her if she was closing herself like that. She had even pushed away Original Cindy. The only person is let in was Sam. And she had her clone do some weird things for her.
He resolved himself and reasoned that it was the last time that he would talk to her. She wasn't the only one able to keep her mouth shut.
He took a deep breath and opened the door of their bedroom. She was staring straight at him.
"I heard you coming," she said.
It was the first things she told him since the day she had announced that she was pregnant. With White's child. The bastard must be laughing his head off wherever he was. He didn't mind that she was pregnant. But he did mind about the White part. It would have been hypocrite if he had said that he didn't. But, seeing her belly getting round every day had made him want to be…the father. If only she could forget, or get over it. He knew it must be hard for her, to have all that power in her, and having been unable to stop White from raping her.
"We need you to plan…"
"Just get us inside. Don't kill anyone unless you're obliged to. We'll need someone in particular among them. If you kill, kill the men. Bring all the psy ops unit, and the X7s. They'll probably have fun," she smirked evilly.
The last days, she had become so cruel. Even to her kind. He noticed that it costed her to tell him not to kill the familiars. She wanted all of them dead, in a bad way. And sometimes, he thought she wouldn't stop until all of them died.
"Bring the more experienced X5s. The rest I'll leave it to you," she continued.
She didn't go out of her bedroom anymore. She was always muttering things to herself. Speaking of things that he never heard off, and a language that he assumed was the familiars.
"It's me," she said as Alec nodded his agreement and was going to leave.
"What?"
"It's just me. The problem is me. You know they talk to me. Well he talks to me."
"Who talks to you Max?"
"Sandeman. Who else? He's the one that tells me the things that I have to do. I know you Alec, I know you would like to be father. But this…thing, won't live very long. So he tells me. It'll be a sacrifice. It's not meant to live. One day…one day, we'll have one. Of our own. Our baby. This one will be a monster," she stated in a matter of factly tone.
Somehow, Alec knew she was telling the true. He nodded and left knowing that it was certainly not the last time he would speak to her. But that time, he wouldn't be the one making the move. Now, it was up to her.
"Once we secure the area and that we're inside, it's Max's call," said Alec. "Just make sure you're attentive to your surroundings. I don't want any of us to get killed in this. No one of our kind is going to die tonight!" I hope he added for himself in his mind.
Getting in was easy, the first part of the plan went fine. Now, it was time that Max stepped in.
She was the last one to enter the school and was now heading toward the 'basement' of the school.
"He'tra," she said to one of the familiars that Jon had immobilized.
"How dare you use our sacred language!" spat the old familiar.
"Gi'na!" she shouted "Ga'on ody iana!" she said more calmly.
"Never! Never! There will never be peace between us. You'll all die! Our time is coming,"
Max looked at him in the eyes and whispered, "Too bad, the Seekers are looking for you."
The grey haired familiar went pale as he heard the most dreaded word of every familiars. 'Seekers'.
"I believe you'll behave now. Release Jon," she ordered.
"Are you crazy? Actually let me take that back…"
She turned to face the X5. "It's my call remember!" she said her tone icy. "We need him. He's the director of the school. Plus he'll walk ahead of us. Won't you?"
The man complied and started to walk again toward the basement. If he was right, the night was going to be really interesting. He still didn't believe that they took over his school so easily. Must be because of the ceremony…That's when it hit him…There was really going to be an he'tra, because the head of the Conclave was here tonight. He knew it was no coincidence.
"Max? What does gi'na means?" inquired Jon.
"Shut up," she answered.
"I think 'shut up' is a lot better!" Jon chuckled.
"Definitely!" Max agreed.
At the moment, the familiars were gathered up in the center of the basement room. The kids were kept in cell under the watch of hungry X7s, Joshua and two psy ops unit.
"He'tra." Max said in a loud and calm voice to her reluctant audience.
"How dare you!" shrieked the priestess.
Jon pulled out another gun and aimed it at the head of the painted woman.
"Atro chi'ady." A loud mumble filled the room. (we met the seekers; seekerschi'ady A/N : I invented the language so don't ask yourselves too much what it means, ok?)
"Chi'ady? Viana?" asked the priestess.
"Few days, months ago. They are the one who killed your Brother Ames. And his team."
"No! Ainliga! You're the one who killed them!" exclaimed a male's voice.
She smiled wickedly. "Oh that's giving far too much credit for me. And if I was a liar, an ainliga how would I know about the Seekers?"
"You want an he'tra?" asked the director of the school.
"Yes," nodded Max with determination.
"Who's your champion?" inquired a very muscled familiar.
"Me," she continued still very calmly. "Now do you accept it or not?"
The priestess nodded her head.
"Do you know the ceremony?" the painted familiar asked.
"I do," 452 confirmed and with that she disrobed and was clad only in her underwear with tribal paintings over her body, and some runes peeking out.
"Ezy Pilae?"
"I am our champion!" announced the same muscled guy. "And don't you dare use our language again!"
"If you fight, that it won't an he'tra! You're barely at the beginning of your Ilo'Menia. Don't pretend to be what you're not! I have killed two phalanxs without breaking a sweat, and I was…sick at the time." Max informed them. "The rules are clear. I want the deilina."
The priestess looked at Max in wonder during a second. This animal knew their most sacred tradition. With all the rules. And if this animal fought the deilina, and won, the rules were clear : they'd have to submit.
"What makes you so sure that the deilina is here?" she tried.
"I wouldn't have come all the way here if I wasn't sure!" she paused. "You're starting to bore me, maybe a little bit of killing will help. No. If you want something done, you always have to it yourself."
She took a moment, and stared intently at the familiars. "I can tell you that I know who the deilina is. Never far from the precious school. Just like Sandeman with Manticore. They just can't help it."
She took a step forward. Slowly, with great intensity, she locked eyes with each female familiars. All of them lowered their gaze after a few second in a sign of submission much to the priestess hatred. But she too lowered her eyes when Max had turned toward her, her eyes, but held so much power. So much power.
It must have been her imagination that this animal could have burned her if she gave the order to her mind. All her body was crying to submit though her mind knew the aberration of the situation. How could it be superior to her? But yet, all of them lowered their gaze. All but one. The Deilina. The head of the Conclave. That superiority was still to be questioned through the he'tra.
The old blond woman didn't blinked or showed sign of nervousness. This was going to be interesting, thought Max. For what seemed an eternity, the two women stared at each other openly.
Alec and all the transgenics watched in wonder as Max ply the female familiars to her biding. And witnessed the moment she had stepped in front of the blond woman. She was taller than Max. Older too. Much older. Observing the staring contests, a word popped into his mind : equals. That's what they oddly were right now. Before the carnage. Before what was going to happen, before the horror of it all. He knew one of them would probably die. And if he had any doubt, Max had made it clear to him earlier that day.
The blond woman was beautiful, he couldn't deny that. But it was a cold beauty. He didn't felt at ease as he took a closer look of the deilina. He recognized Renfro. But it wasn't Renfro. He was sure of that. Her hair was held in a pony tail.
"Your daughter gave her life for me." Max affirmed interrupting the silence.
"I don't have a daughter!" shouted the blond woman angrily.
"Ah! Just like White didn't have a father," continued the raven haired transgenics with a wave of her hand. "Boring."
She backed away slowly and Alec knew that it was the moment.
The priestess did the same painting Max had on the deilina while Mole lit a fire in the middle of the room.
When it was done they faced each other and yelled at the top of their lungs. What both familiars and transgenics were about to witness, witnessed, was unique, extraordinary… It was over soon and all they could see was blood all over the two bodies. Only one breathing was heard. And much to the priestess' horror it was Max's.
Before they headed to the Familiars' school, Max had made Sam paint some things on her. Actually, she even made her go looking for several weird things for her. A snake, a dagger, some sorts of African medicine and made her mix the different items. Then, she had asked her clone to paint the content on her.
Alec noticed that the Deilina had done the same thing with the priestess. The same tribal paintings.
He had watched the two women, no the two goddess approach the fire and plunge their hands in it. When they both pulled out, there was no fire anymore and their hands weren't burned. It was not possible. What he just saw, what they all saw was impossible. Not possible.
And that was nothing in comparison with what happened after.
It seemed that the fire they 'sucked' had entered they body, and their pupils were replaced by fire in them. They both looked like people who were burning but from inside. Everything in them screamed power. And when the two women lunged at each other, sparks flied off their first contact.
What they saw was a God's war if there were such a thing in this world. That's what Transgenics as well as Familiars witnessed that night. That's what that night turned the world upside down.
There weren't goddess anymore when they fought : they were two female wolves protecting their pack, fighting for dominance. They were animals.
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