Dark Inheritance
Chapter 21
Warning: Mature themes discussed
Kayslee burst into the room. Alice and Diana sat at the living room table, solemn expressions on their faces. Andre sat near the opposite window, starring out as if waiting for something. "I got here as soon as I heard!" she said in near panic. "What happened? Did you find anything?"
Alice and Diana looked at each other. "Yes, we did." Alice said, handing Kayslee a letter. There was no heading and the words were typed; no indication as to the writer.
"Members of the Belmont family,
It is with great sadness they you be informed that your friend and ward, JC Reinhardt, has fallen into the hands of his enemies. While his exact condition cannot be confirmed at this time, it is determined that he is alive.
It's reasonable to assume you wish to find his location and mount a rescue. However, this action is not recommended. Security at his location is far too high and same fate would befall you. Rest assured, steps are being taken to ensure his safety.
Thank you, truly, for being there when he needed you. If there are any more developments you will be contacted.
-A friend"
Kayslee was heartbroken at the news about her friend. "Who sent this?" she asked.
"We don't know." Alice said. "It was in an unmarked envelope in the mailbox this morning. No identification"
"It has to be from someone inside the organization." Diana said. "Who else would know what's happened to him?"
Kayslee had to agree. It would also explain why they didn't disclose where JC was being held. They'd definitely try to bust him out. They owed it to him. She looked at Andre. "Can you think of something?"
"I meditated in prayer and made a small offering to the spirits, asking for guidance and a vision of things to come." Andre said, still starring out the window.
"And?" Kayslee asked.
Andre shook his head. "Reply hazy, try again later."
"So we can't do anything?" Kayslee asked in exasperation. "All our power and we just sit here?"
"I'm not sitting here." Diana said, standing and walking out of the room. Kayslee followed her into her room where Diana's equipment was. Diana fired up her terminal and began to run some programs. Kayslee smiled; knowing that this terminal and then various other equipment connected to it allowed them to run raids on the company amused her to no end.
"JC said that Kai guy mentioned the bay area." Diana said. A bird's eye view of the bay area came up on her screen. Several buildings stood about the area; if the main lab was there, it had plenty of places to hide. "I tried to activate his phone remotely and home in on the signal." She punched some keys and a haze came over the area. "The city is clear for monitoring signals except the bay. They must be using some kind of jamming signal."
"So you think he's held somewhere in there?"
"If his phone were anywhere else, we'd pick up the signal. There's no trace of it anywhere. He has to be in this area."
Kayslee understood the rest. There were too many buildings, too wide an area, for them to go looking on foot. If the company controlled the area they'd be caught before they could help him. Hang in there JC they both thought. We'll think of something.
…
James Reinhardt walked towards the high security door deep in the facility. The guard there saw him approach and came forward. "Hello, Dr. Reinhardt. How can I help—" he was cut off by James handing him a clipboard, a thick stack of paper clipped to it. The guard flipped through the pages. A look of disbelief came over his face. "Sir, this can't be…"
"It is." James said quickly. "Take me to him."
The guard stood for a moment before acquiescing. He scanned his ID into the card reader and the doors opened. He escorted the doctor through a few more security doors until they reached the first part of the facility. Clean white halls were lined with various examination and containment rooms. James caught glances of some of the occupants; some lay in beds hooked up to equipment, some sat motionless in chairs while other scientists took notes. Soon they reached a type of loading area with another set of security doors. Several gurneys and wheelchairs lined the walls. The guard spoke into an intercom requesting entrance. After a moment the doors opened into another checkpoint, dimly lit. Another guard sat at his station. The first one handed him the clipboard. After examining it the guard looked back up. "Are you certain…"
"Yes we are." James cut in. The first guard confirmed. "Is he available?"
The new one checked a terminal. "Last session got done 20 minutes ago."
James felt uneasy upon hearing that. Another guard was summoned to escort the two down the halls. Here there was very little lighting, giving the area an oppressive atmosphere. Passing several cell doors, they reached the cell at the end. As the guard punched in the access code James readied himself; there was no telling what he'd see. The door opened with a soft hiss.
A strong smell of sweat wafted out of the cell. A single figure lay face down on the mattress near the back. Its dark hair was messy and matted. For a moment, James couldn't tell if the person was breathing.
JC he thought. My God what have they done to you?
"Hey kid, get up." Said one of the guards. "It's you're lucky day; you're getting out."
The figure stirred slightly. James stepped forward. "Son, it's me." He said reassuringly. "I'm getting you out of here."
JC turned his head hesitantly to look at his father. His eyes were vacant as they tried to focus on him – then hardened into a nasty glare upon recognition. James was stunned; if looks could kill, he'd have been dead several times over.
"Come on, we haven't got all day." The other guard said. James waved him off. He held out his hand towards his son. "Come on JC, let's leave. It's okay."
JC looked at his father's outstretched hand. With effort, he managed to push himself off the mattress. Turing away, he pulled himself up using the wall behind him. After a moment he was on his feet, wobbly but standing. One of the guards reached out to take his arm; JC angrily jerked it away from him. The group turned and headed out of the cell. JC followed shakily but steadily. James kept stealing glances towards him. JC look ragged from his incarceration: His clothes filthy, his hair a mess, his breathing labored. They reached the loading area leading back to the rest of the facility. JC squinted as the bright light hit his eyes. James pulled a wheelchair from the wall and brought it over to him. "Have a seat, son. We'll get you out of here and fix you up."
JC held up his hand, motioning them to stop. Then he extended one figure to wait. Quickly he punched the guard to his right, followed by a chop to the left's neck. Both guards fell unconscious from the attack. JC regarded his father. "Now I'm ready." He rasped before falling to the floor, unconscious.
…
Marcus entered the lab and observed the activity. Several researchers poured over the equipment, taking readings and writing notes. In the center was the object of their fascination; the Ancestral Sword, stolen by his cousin, now returned to their possession. It stood upright in a holding apparatus, with various wires connecting it to their equipment. Made of a dark gray metal, with a 28 inch long, 2 inch wide straight blade, and straight horizontal hilt, it looked old and deadly at the same time. A truly remarkable weapon. He spotted Alan Howards, his head researcher. "How goes the analysis?"
"Very intriguing." Alan said. "This weapon has more enchantments on it than we initially thought."
"How were they not noticed before?" Marcus asked.
"Well, sir, most of the ones we knew about came from the material it's made from. Ever since JC touched it, more have become active. It's like he awakened it when it connected with him."
Marcus did find this fascinating. He noticed several of the scientists had bandages on one of their hands. Alan noticed his observation. "Yes, about that: No one can touch the sword without getting shocked. That's what happened to Melissa. We think it's a defense mechanism."
"So it didn't stop JC then." Marcus noted.
"Not at all." Alan confirmed. "You mentioned that JC claimed the sword was his. Well, I think he's completely right. The sword will only allow him to touch it."
Marcus nodded in understanding. "How about the pack he had? Any luck with it?"
"No, sir." Alan said. "It's definitely a bag of holding, only its enchantment is stronger than anything we have. We can't dispel it. No chance at getting the gear he's stashed in there."
"What about the normal part?" Marcus asked. "What's in there?"
"Just a few loose odds and ends. Pens, comic books, and a…mousetrap."
Marcus was about to ask about that last one when he noticed one of the other scientists had bandages on two of their fingers. He got the message. The phone on a nearby wall rang. One of the scientists answered it. She motioned for Marcus to come over. Marcus took the receiver and listened.
"Really? He did what now?" Marcus was at a loss; his cousin didn't seem to know when to call it quits. "No, that won't be necessary. Tell the guards if they don't want to get beaten by a half-dead teenager then they should train themselves better." He hung up the phone.
…
He sat on the warm sand of the beach. In the distance he watched his sister playing happily in the clear ocean. Her smile was joyous, and she gestured for him to join her.
"You remember this trip?" his mother asked, sitting next to him. "We took you here when you were ten. Such a wonderful time."
"That's what's good about memories." His dad said on his other side. "They're always with you. Reminding you of the good times."
He no longer felt the good times. The memory was clear, but its warmth was replaced by a cold undertone, as if covering up something incredibly unpleasant. He wouldn't be fooled.
"I can't." he said. "Not anymore."
The memory faded, leaving him in a cold emptiness.
…
JC woke up from a fitful sleep for the first time in a while. Opening his eyes, he saw he was in a well-appointed bedroom. It was all familiar; the furnishings from his old home were here. His PC was on his desk, his dresser was next to his bed. All was set up as it had been. The main difference was the room itself; the walls were a soft white, looking more like a dorm room than his original room. Some additional items were there as well: A flat screen TV and full length mirror. A private bathroom was off to the side.
JC got out of bed and saw he was dressed in a pair of pajama shorts, made from a high-end material. He stretched and found that the pain from the last few encounters was gone, only a dull ache remained. Yet part of him still felt asleep. He looked at his right wrist and saw the restraint was, as he feared, still there. He'd been cleaned and patched up during his coma. The only things that remained were the memories of his imprisonment. He steeled himself; he knew he had to focus.
He checked out the dresser and found some of his personal items: his watch, lighter, wallet…and his pendent. Seeing it brought back his resolve to find out what the hell his sister was thinking. He checked his watch; it was one in the afternoon. Another pendent-like object was on the dresser, a tag that went around his neck. On it was a list of personal information: Name, blood type, his Storm Crow legacy. It looked similar to the ones worn by the three women he saw in that 'Eden' area he'd found, only this was silver instead of gold. He wondered what the difference was until he recalled what Marcus had said. Some of our older ones are already pregnant. He shuddered at the thought.
Opening the dresser he found several articles of clothing. T-shirts, long-sleeves, jeans and pants, all the necessities. None were his old clothes, all were high-end brands. He always preferred his sci-fi and superhero t-shirts instead of the classy brands. Guess that kind of attire isn't 'suitable' for this place he thought. He picked out a blue shirt and jeans. He dressed and checked himself out in the mirror. He looked basically the same as always: Dark hair, deep mystical blue eyes, trim but athletic build. It was the same. And that bothered him.
He should be covered in scars. He should look emaciated. He should be dead on his feet. But he looked the same as always, as if the events of the past several months hadn't even happened. It's not fair he thought. There should be some indication all that happened. Instead, it's like it didn't even matter. Well, it mattered to me. Yet he saw the positive side: He hadn't expected to leave that prison, believing that it was the end of the line for him. But it wasn't; he stood here, still alive, still himself. And he was going to get out of here.
A chime rang out. He looked towards the door and saw it was a mechanical slide type. A button was next to it. He went up and pressed it and it slid open.
"Hello, Mr. Reinhardt. I trust you're feeling better?"
JC recognized her. Platinum blonde hair. Grey eyes. A warm smile. Gail Smith, Marcus's secretary. Last time JC saw her was when she'd help condemn him to 'Purgatory', and that was after she'd stood over him with a tranquilizer gun. Now she smiled like they were old friends. JC resisted the urge to demonstrate his true feelings.
"Never better." He said pleasantly.
Gail nodded in approval. "You'll find all your things have been set up for you. If anything's missing we'll be sure to find or replace it. Except your phone, for obvious reasons." JC wasn't surprised at that. "I would like to give you the tour of your new home, if you're up for it." She asked, waiting patiently. "Sure." He answered; it would be good to get the layout of the area. "Follow me." Gail said.
…
The floor they were on was one of the main living areas. The teens made up most of the residents; other age groups had different floors. "These rooms are mainly dual-occupant rooms, much like college dormitories." Gail explained. "Some, like yours, are private. It's a privilege reserved for a select few." She didn't elaborate. They reached an elevator. Gail scanned a card inside and they went to a lower floor. "Your tag will do the same thing. It's an access key for the floors in this building, especially your room. Keep it with you at all times. The doors opened and they toured the new floor. "The younger residents reside here. They live mainly in communal rooms, along with some members of the staff who look after them." They took the elevator up two floors, above the one JC's room was on. "This floor houses the older inheritors. As there are just a few of them, they have private rooms." JC noticed a common trait among these floors: The layout was roughly the same, with plain hallways that one would expect in a dormitory building. He did not see any windows. "Each floor has a common area for socialization, along with a dining area next to it. Most common amenities can be found here: TV, games, chairs and tables for relaxation. We encourage the residents to feel comfortable, but to focus on their studies."
"Studies?" JC asked.
"Correct." Gail answered. "Let me show you." They took the elevator up another level. How big is this place? JC wondered. The floor was lined with rooms were several people were seated. A few larger ones were near the center. These contained books, tables and chairs, and computer terminals. "These are our libraries and study areas. The outer rooms are classrooms. Please keep your voice down as classes are in session."
"You have a school system set up?" JC asked.
"Education is important to the development of our residents." Gail stated. "They learn not only the basics, but about their heritage and the role it's played in history, and the future."
JC wondered if he'd have to attend these classes. The idea didn't excite him. Gail led him back to the elevator and they headed up again. This area was different; several large rooms dotted the corridors, all made of high-quality metal with various equipment hooked up. "This is the training floor." Gail explained. "Inheritors develop their birthrights in controlled areas, minimizing risk to others."
"Maybe I can train here." JC said jokingly.
Gail looked at him. "Possibly. Though it seems you're quite adept at using them already." JC didn't like the tone she used. The floor had different facilities, including an indoor pool. "In addition to birthrights, most physical education is practiced on this floor. Residents are encouraged not to use their abilities outside the training rooms for safety reasons." Once again they went up a floor. JC noticed on the elevator gauge that it was the top floor. This one was similar to the training floor, but it was much less clinical and more – exotic. Each room was set up like an auditorium, some with stages, others with stadium seating. "This is where we perform our sanctioned rituals." Gail explained. "This helps us stay in touch with the various heritages that our inheritors come from, so they come to respect their origins. These rooms can be set up to look the way we need for whichever ritual is being performed." She showed him another larger room, located near the center. This room was much more pleasant looking: It was an arboretum, complete with plants, flowers, soft lighting, even a marble fountain in the center. "The arboretum is for relaxation and social gatherings. People congregate here to hang out, each their food, or chat." The room reminded JC of one he'd seen already: That 'Eden' place he'd stumbled into. He had to take a stab at it. "This looks like that place you found me. Eden, was it? Where's that?"
"That's in the other building." Gail said.
"Other building? There's more than one?"
"It's were we keep the medical facilities and research departments." Gail said. "Only members of the staff can access it. Permission can be granted if one is scheduled to be there." Gail took him back to the elevator. They headed down to the training floor. Gail showed him the annex that connected to the other building. A high-security door blocked access. "When you need a medical checkup or any other type of appointment you'll be given access. This keeps the sensitive areas protected from contamination." Gail looked at him. "Speaking of which, have you checked your schedule today?"
"What schedule?" JC asked.
"One is usually sent to your PC each day. It lets you know if you have anything important set for the day. You should check it every morning." Gail instructed. "I ask because you've been scheduled for a demonstration later today."
JC didn't like the sound of that. "What kind of demonstration?"
"Some of the people in charge want to see what you can do. It's scheduled for four this afternoon."
"Can't you just show them your security footage? That should show them what I'm capable of." JC said smugly.
"They want a controlled demonstration." Gail pointed out. "Someone will make sure you're there on time." She continued, as if noticing his reluctance. "Do you have any other questions I can help you with?"
JC was done with glossing things over. "How about that 'Eden' place I brought up. What kind of a place is that?"
"It's where inheritors go for the next step in their duties." Gail answered with reverence. "There they're put in the best of care and assisted in their duties."
Enough with the fancy language. "You mean where they're impregnated and then give birth."
"To fulfill their duties, yes." Gail insisted. "Mostly the females are brought there. Men who are there to assist are sometimes brought there as well."
"So that's what the gold tags are for?" he asked. Gail nodded. "So that's what's in store for my sister?"
"When she reaches that point, she will." Gail answered. "She'll be taken care of and never have to rely on anyone else again." JC felt disgusted. "One that subject," Gail continued, "I'd like to talk to you about her."
"What about?"
"You care about your sister. We care about her too. She's important to our work. She has a bright future here. But your actions put all that in jeopardy."
"Excuse me?"
"Your sister looks up to you, despite the things you've done to this project." Gail said, her tone a little harsh. "Your actions affect her. She refused to eat during your rehabilitation."
"Imprisoned." JC corrected her. "I was imprisoned."
"Because of your destructive actions, yes." Gail pointed out. "Yet your sister doesn't see it that way. She's willing to throw away her good sense, even hurt herself, when it comes to you. We ask that you take that into consideration from now on."
JC was getting fed up with Gail's attitude. He was about to give her an earful when she placed her hand on his arm. "I know it's hard for you to accept, but your sister just wants what's best for you. You could show some appreciation for her dedication and try to fit in. You may even like being among people like you."
JC felt he could see her point. Judith was always smart; maybe she understood the situation better. Gail and the others just wanted him too –"
He jerked his arm away from her. "What was that?" he demanded.
"Please be calm." Gail insisted.
JC recognized what happened. Just like down in the basement. "It was you." He said to her. "You tried that on me downstairs. Somehow you did that when I couldn't see you."
"I was only trying to keep you calm." Gail said innocently. "It's my job to help people like us acclimate to this place."
JC was again disgusted. "Why? You're like us. Why are you helping them keep these people here? They're exploiting them."
"They're helping them." Gail insisted. "It's been an honor working for someone as high up as you family. I just want to give the same opportunity to others like us."
"There's no us." JC insisted. "Don't do that to me again." He glared at her for a moment. "I've seen enough. I'm going back to my room."
"I'll escort you." Gail offered.
"I know the way." JC said, brushing her off. He walked away, leaving her behind.
…
JC returned to his room and closed the door behind him. He looked at his set up. All his old stuff was there, as if his old life was trying to take him back. Forget it, he thought. That life no longer existed. The company just wanted to use him and was trying to placate him by giving him what they took in the first place. He sat down on his bed and thought about his situation.
He'd been betrayed by his own family, given a chance with a new one, then stupidly walked out on them. Now, he was in the one place he'd been fighting for months to stay away from, surrounded by corrupt corporate executives, self-righteous guards, and morally bankrupt scientists and doctors. He lay down on the bed and covered his face with his hands.
I'm in Hell he thought. My family already killed me, or I died in that prison, and I'm in Hell.
He tried to think positive, tried to keep things in perspective. But things were looking bleak where he stood. If he was going to get out, it looked like he had a long way to go. The door chime sounded. He was not in the mood for visitors. "I'm busy." He called out. Another chime. "Not now." Chime. "Go away!" Chime. Grumbling, he got up and pushed the door button. The door slid open – revealing a set of blue eyes like his own.
Judith. Standing there looking straight at him. Now that he had the chance, she too looked not much different than when they were first separated. The main difference was her attire: White long-sleeve blouse, red plaid pleated skirt ending just above her knees. A yellow sunburst was on the right pocket of her blouse. She looked at him with a relieved expression. JC would have been happy – if not for her recent behavior. "What do you—"
"We need to talk." She said quietly and quickly. She entered his room, hitting the close button as she did, and pulled him towards the bed. "Sis, I'm in no mood for—" she quickly pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, holding his shoulders down and straddling his legs.
JC was familiar with this setup. Whenever he and Judith had an argument, and Judith wanted him to listen, she would shove him down and do this exact position. It was her "Come to Jesus" setup, her way of getting him to listen. She looked at him with a dead serious expression.
"Listen bro, you've spent our entire lives looking out for me, and I love you for that. But the situation's changed. Now I need to look after you."
"I can look after myself, thank you very much." JC retorted.
"No you can't." Judith argued. "This isn't like before. You can't punch, kick, or blast your way out of this. Especially with this," she fingered his restraint. "You're going to have to play it safe. This is a bad situation you're in."
JC glared angrily at her. "And whose fault is that, sis?"
Judith looked stunned.
"I risked my life for you. I crawled through some of the worst areas of this city trying to find you."
"JC, please…"
"Why? Why did you do it? Is that why you wouldn't come with me when I found you? Had you already joined their side? Already decided to be their pet? You could have at least told—"
"They were going to kill you!" Judith blurted out. JC was the one stunned now. A panicked, hurt expression came across Judith's face. "I'm sorry; I didn't want to do it. But after your last attack, the one at the clinic, the higher ups decided you were a lost cause and ordered you be 'dealt with'. When I found out, I told them I could bring you in without incident. They promised not to hurt you in return."
"And you believed them?"
"I didn't have a choice!" Judith insisted. "You have no idea how pissed off they are. Mom, dad, even uncle William and Marcus thought it was too much and tried to reason with them. No such luck."
"I can handle myself, sis. I could have defeated their attack."
"No." Judith stated. "Like it or not, you're not invincible. They'd have crushed you and anyone who tried to help you."
JC thought for a moment. "Maybe. Still, did you have to stop me before I got our uncle? I was about to send a message."
"If you did, it would have signed your death warrant." Judith said. "I couldn't let you do something rash like that."
"You're saying he doesn't deserve it?"
Judith paused. "Well, I didn't say that." She looked at him more intently. "But you need to show more discretion now. Play it cool, try not to rock the boat."
"So I should act like you?" JC asked incredulously. "Conform to their ideal little inheritor?"
"You? Conform? Please." Judith said, rolling her eyes. "No one would believe that for a second. But start by not punching someone just because they said something you don't like."
"And that's supposed help us out of this mess? I need my abilities to get these guys. What am I supposed to do now?"
"You have this, genius." Judith tapped him on the head. "Try using your mind instead of your fists. Trust me, it'll be more effective. Besides, think about it: Now you're right in the middle of their operations – where some real damage can be done. Just go about it differently."
JC thought for a moment. What she said made sense, but he still wasn't happy about it. "Sis, I don't why I should trust you after what you did, but I'm willing to try it." Judith looked relieved. "Just don't give me a reason to regret it."
Judith nodded. "Good enough, I guess." Tears started to form in her eyes. She lowered herself onto him and wrapped her arms around him in an awkward hug. She started crying softly as she buried her face on his shoulder. "I missed you so much." She sobbed.
JC felt strange. Despite what she'd done, despite how mad he was at her, he'd waited for this moment for months. He embraced his sister back and held her close. For a moment, it felt like it had all those months ago, before their lives were taken. Gradually, Judith seemed to calm down. JC tried to get up. "Uh, sis? Can you let me up?"
"I don't want to." She said sadly.
"You don't need to…"
"You're my brother! I'm allowed to miss you, jackass!" Judith cried, still holding him. Eventually she composed herself and the twins sat up on his bed. JC took another look at her outfit.
"Sis, not to be rude, but what's with that outfit?"
"It's my uniform." Judith answered.
JC was silent for a moment. "What?"
"For school. They insist that uniforms make us more focused on our studies, so we'll take them seriously."
"We haven't worn uniforms since we were pulled out of Catholic school." He hadn't seen anything like it amongst his new wardrobe. "Am I going to get one?"
Judith shrugged. "I think they're debating what to do with you. You're already educated and skilled in your abilities, and aren't likely to sit still in class. They like order."
JC shook his head. "Yeah, that and prison sentences. Can't believe I spent weeks…"
"Three days." She cut in.
"What?"
"You were in there for three days. Mom and dad had to beg them to let you out."
That didn't make sense. All the sessions, all the horrible experiences…surely it was longer than that. He looked at her again. "Do you have any idea what they did to me in there?"
Judith looked uncomfortable. "I have some ideas. Rumors circulate around here."
JC told her – in a watered down way – what happened to him. Judith listened silently. Her expression was sympathetic – and full of sorrow. "I guess they were right." She said finally.
"Wait." JC said. "So people know? Like the other people held here?"
Judith nodded. "People talk. Information leaks out. No one talks about it directly, but the rumors paint a picture. Ensures they don't get out of control and stay in line."
Now JC felt really bad about his situation. "So, what happens to me now?"
"Well, according to mom and dad, there's a dinner scheduled at 6 PM for all of us to welcome you here." JC rolled his eyes at that. "They want to celebrate; the prodigal son has returned."
JC checked his watch. I was 2:30 PM. "Wait, if you were in school, how come you're here?"
"I convinced them I needed to come and greet you." She answered. "I've earned some good favor around here. Enough so that they don't ask too many questions. Usually."
"How exactly did you earn that favor, sis?" JC asked.
"By not giving them a reason to suspect me." Judith answered matter-of-factly. "Look, just stick with me and maybe they won't bother you too much."
JC nodded reluctantly. The door chime went off again. JC rolled his eyes. "What now?" he asked out loud, answering the door. Opening it revealed James and Sarah Reinhardt, their parents. Both rushed in and embraced their son tightly.
"JC, we're so glad you're okay!" his mother cried. She looked him over carefully. "How are you feeling?"
"I'll live." JC said simply.
"We're so sorry about all of this." His dad said apologetically. "We never wanted to…Judith? You're here?"
"Yes." Judith said, getting up. "I came straight here when I heard my beloved brother was released."
Their parents looked relieved at the family being together again. JC and Judith were less thrilled. James ruffled his son's hair. "JC, we'll make this up to you, we swear."
"Let us show you around." His mom said. "We have a lot to catch up on—"
"Actually, I was going to do that." Judith said, taking her brother's hand. "See you later!" she said cheerfully as she led him away.
…
"What was that all about?" JC asked her as they walked down the hall.
"Sorry, but I've grown sick of their attempts to win me over." Judith answered. "I doubt it would've worked on you anyways."
"Good point." JC said. "But how is that supposed to be 'playing along'?"
"They know I'm getting fed up with them." Judith said. "They won't tell anyone else. It's almost like they feel guilty. I'm not sold though."
JC nodded. He noticed Judith was tugging on the bottom of her skirt, looking rather irritated. "Is there a problem?" he asked.
"I hate skirts." Judith protested. "I feel so…exposed."
"Yeah, you threw them out the same year you got rid of your Barbie dolls." JC said, amused at what a tomboy his sister was. He looked around. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my room so I can change." She answered. "Then I'll show you around."
"That woman, Gail, already did." JC said.
"Yeah, Marcus's secretary. She's 'in charge' of most of the residents here. I'll give a more thorough rundown." They arrived at door similar to JC's. "Wait right here." She said, scanning her tag to enter. JC noted with some relief that her tag was still silver.
JC leaned back against the wall and pondered the situation they were in. The place was like its own world, with its own rules. People lived communally, wore uniforms, had daily schedules set up for them, required demonstrations, and had a purpose planned for the in the long run. It's just like that documentary on North Korea I watched a while ago he thought. The analogy didn't sit well with him.
He stood there and waited. And waited. After a while other people started to walk by. They were around his age, wearing uniforms similar to Judith's. Must be the others living on this floor. He thought. Classes must've gotten out. Some walked alone, others chatted in groups. Most looked happy. How can that be? Don't they realize what's going on? As they passed him, some did a double take and looked more closely. Recognition showed in their eyes, though JC knew he'd never met them. They started whispering.
"Is that him?"
"I think so."
"How'd he get in? They said he was dangerous."
"He doesn't look so scary."
He realized what was going on. Rumors. Apparently they'd heard about his actions, either from the staff or just leaked info. He noticed some of them were just standing there, looking at him, as if waiting for something. It's not nice to stare he thought.
"Boo."
The crowd got the message and scattered. Finally, Judith came out of her room, now dressed in a red t-shirt and designer jeans. "Sorry I took so long, couldn't decide what to wear."
"Don't lie to me sis." JC said. He leaned forward and sniffed. "I smell chocolate on your breath."
Judith scowled. "Like you never stress ate in your life." The two headed away.
…
Judith led him to the main common area. She got each of them a soda from a nearby vending machine. The two sat down in some of the single sofa chairs they had. Judith addressed her brother.
"Okay, social setup 101." She said softly with a serious tone. "The people here fall into different groups depending on their outlook. Especially those around our ages." She looked off to the left to a group of boys and girls sitting around and laughing contently among themselves. The main trait JC noticed was that each one was rather good-looking as far as teenagers went. "Those are the ones who've pretty much bought into the company's tagline. Most are from rich or influential families and love the fact that they're now 'special' compared to the rest of society." She looked over to the right. A group of similar kids sat. Unlike the first group they looked rather nervous. They sat close together like they were protecting each other. "They're the opposite. They don't fully believe the company and are suspicious about their motives." She took a swig from her drink. "Everyone else falls into different degrees between the two."
"Why do those people buy into it? Because they're rich?"
"The company makes them feel special." Judith answered. "It helps that some were actually disowned by their families when their powers came out. Or worse, accidentally hurt their families or other people." She indicated one of the boys, a tall kid with well-groomed blonde hair. "That's Lester Hudson. A rich kid who was on his way to juvie when the company offered his family this alternative."
"Juvie? What for?"
"I hear he was quite the bully at his previous schools. Violent. Had his own group that tagged along with him. Once he got here he basically acted like he was the head honcho. He isn't; everyone just lets him think that. Makes manipulating him easier."
JC shook his head. That guy would fit right in with the people in charge. He looked over at the second group. "What do you know about them?"
"They have different reasons for being here. Most were brought here after their families had an 'accident' and the company said they'd take care of everything if they joined them. I suspect foul play for most of those stories." She indicated one girl. "That's Amy Hanson. They picked her up from some hospital incident where her powers manifested. I've talked to her quite a bit. She's a Storm Crow like you."
JC recognized her. She was the one they'd tried to rescue from the hospital Shaun was at. He told Judith about the incident. Judith shook her head. "I had a feeling they up and kidnapped her. Thankfully, it she seems to questioning her situation like the others over there."
"So, if they question this place, they do nothing? Why was I sent away?" JC asked.
"That place, Purgatory, is where they send those they determine will not be won over so easily." Judith explained. "Or anyone whom they believe is a 'lost cause'. You were in the deepest part. Some areas are just labs where they keep those under sedation and containment while they test their abilities."
"Does anyone sent there get out?" JC asked, not hopeful.
"Fifteen were sent there in the beginning, I believe. Not sure which ones ended up where. Three came back out after having been 'convinced' to join their cause. Others haven't come out."
JC's heart sank. He hadn't seen or heard anyone else down there but the cells were so well sealed he wouldn't've anyway. "Wait, how are they 'convinced' to join? Are they tortured like I was until they give in?"
"Nothing that extreme." Judith said. "Gail Smith is a Crimson Lord. She can influence people's emotions and as charismatic as they come. She talks with them and helps them integrate."
"She brainwashes them." JC said.
"Not really. She can't control people, but she can influence their emotions and 'give them better perspective' on their situation. She smooths over the more unpleasant aspects of life here. 'You're not signing away your old life, you're accepting a new chapter in your current life, one that will bring joy and happiness to the world'." Judith shook her head in exasperation.
"That can't possibly work?" JC asked incredulously. "No one is that gullible."
"It depends on the person." Judith said with a shrug. "When someone's scared, alone, and in need of help or guidance, they'll listen to anyone who tells them things will be okay."
JC shook his head. This whole place was like a creepy cult from the books he used to read. "So they're sent to the lab if they misbehave?"
"No, something more devious." Judith said with foreboding. "They scold you."
JC raised an eyebrow. Judith continued. "They lecture you on wanting independence, but remind you that you have a role to play and shouldn't forget it. They'll also take away privileges for you and others if you don't do as you're told. Do as you're told, however, and show you're on board, and they reward you: Better treatment, more privileges, more leeway for your behavior…it's Social Darwinism at its best." She looked at him carefully. "Only the most extreme cases end up in Purgatory, where you either get the message or you never leave."
"How do you know all this?" JC asked suspiciously.
"I keep my eyes open." Judith answered. "The people running this place, they're pretty consistent. Plus, they don't talk about the bad parts, but they let the rumors circulate. It gives an incentive not to cause problems." Judith had a defeated look on her face as she said that. "There's also this one scientist who seems to sympathize with our situation. He says you and he have met."
Alan Howards JC thought. He kept the idea to himself for security's sake. Besides that, he got the message loud and clear: Toe the line and get rewarded; cause problems and you'll get punished. "Sis, I need to get to my phone. I can call in the cavalry and blow this wide open. If we ask this scientist…"
"It won't work." Judith said. "I checked it out. The company has ECMs protecting this place."
"Electronic Counter Measures?" JC asked. He'd heard the term before.
"It's how they control what signals come in. And what the residents like us have access to. It likely covers the whole area so nothing can be traced to this building."
JC shook his head. It's exactly like North Korea. He thought.
"Hey, good-looking." said a cheerful voice. JC and Judith looked up and saw that the tall kid, Lester, had come over to where they sat. With him were two scrawny-looking boys, most likely his 'entourage'.
"What do you want, Lester?" Judith asked, looking annoyed.
"I just saw you sitting there and figured you could use some company." Lester noticed JC sitting there. A look of recognition crossed his face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't America's Most Wanted." He said derisively. "That picture they have doesn't do justice to your ugly face."
"He's my brother." Judith said defensively.
Lester shook his head. "My condolences. Come on, sweetheart, you'll get a rep hanging around with this loser."
"Why don't you just leave?" Judith said, really getting angry.
"Why? We're just getting acquainted."
"She asked you to leave." JC said, standing up in Lester's face. The guy stood a good 5 inches above JC's 5'8". The other kids in the room took notice and watched in stunned silence.
Lester's face twisted into a cruel sneer. "Heard the stories about you. You think you're all that, don't you?" He grabbed JC's shirt and pulled him close. "That bracelet says otherwise. Maybe I should give that big head of yours a—"
He didn't finish. JC's hand flew up and struck Lester in the windpipe, causing him to let go and gasp for breath. A knee to the abdomen doubled him over and dropped him to his knees. JC grabbed his nose in a strong grip between his first two fingers. "You got that backwards, mister." JC sneered. "You're supposed to bash my skull in before you say you're going to do it." A final palm strike knocked Lester onto his back, moaning in pain. His followers quickly backed off. Judith stood and looked at her brother's handiwork.
"Not exactly keeping a low profile." She said. "Worth it, though."
JC took a long swig from his soda. "I feel better already." He said smugly. The others looked at the spectacle with a mix of awe and fear. JC felt good. I'll probably get in trouble for this though he thought.
…
Marcus looked over the report. It was the second incident since his cousin's release. "How is he?"
"A little banged up, but okay." Gail said.
"What on earth made Mr. Hudson challenge JC like that?" Marcus asked.
"Alpha Male Syndrome." Gail answered. "Mr. Hudson is a classic dominating personality type, the kind that likes to intimidate others. JC's reputation made him a rival of his before he even got here." She shook her head. The boy was a nuisance already. "What should we do about JC, sir?"
Give him a thank you? Marcus wondered. He did put that obnoxious Lester in his place finally. Mr. Hudson had been bullying some of the others and causing problems; a taste of his own medicine was well warranted. "See that Mr. Hudson is okay and make it clear that provoking people is uncalled for." He told her. "As for my cousin, give him the usual lecture."
…
JC sat on his bed in his room. Gail was with him, lecturing him in a pretentious, condescending tone obviously meant to make him feel guilty. Not that he could feel that way about her or her employers.
"…and while it is normal for young, energetic boys like yourself to make a splash and show off, there are much more productive ways to do so. Violence against your peers, whether provoked or not, is unacceptable. Please refrain from such action in the future and seek a better way."
JC sighed. Purgatory was almost preferable to this.
"Are you sufficiently reprimanded, Mr. Reinhardt?"
"Yes, ma'am." JC said mockingly. If Gail noticed she didn't let on. "Now that that's settled, be ready for your demonstration in a while. We will send someone to escort you over."
…
JC was taken to the annex that led to the other building. The two men with him said nothing as they swiped their cards and opened the secured doors. They took an elevator up some floors and went down the hall to a large metal door. "Get in." one of them said. "You'll receive your instructions inside." JC went in without them.
The room was a waiting area. Off to the side was a small enclosure that looked like a changing area. A few people were waiting for him. His father was one of them. The rest were younger women dressed in simple uniforms, waiting like attendants. JC regarded his father. "What is this?" he asked.
"I requested that I help you with this demonstration." James answered.
"Just what kind of demonstration is this?" JC asked, almost afraid to ask.
"It's just a display of your abilities." James said. "Some of the higher ups want to see for themselves what you can do."
JC held up his right wrist. "So this is coming off?"
James shook his head. "They don't think that will be necessary. A 'mundane' display will be enough." James looked sympathetically at him. JC still didn't buy it. His father pointed over to the enclosure. "There's a change of clothes in there. Put it on and we'll get this over with." JC sighed and headed over. As he was about to enter the attendants tried to join him. JC stopped them short. "What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.
"We're supposed to help you." One of them said innocently.
JC glared at them. "I don't think so." He entered and closed the door. Inside was a different outfit: dark-colored cargo pants, a black muscle shirt, and a set of hiking shoes. The look was familiar. Then he realized: It was similar to the outfit he wore on his operations! It was like they were mocking him. Shaking his head, he quickly changed and exited. At least they didn't leave a fake version of his mask.
His father looked him over. "Are you ready?" he asked. JC shrugged. James pointed to another door. "Head in there and get the items, then head out the opposite door. They'll start when you get there."
"Dad, can't you tell me anything? What am I doing?"
"Sorry, son." James said apologetically. "Just do your best. Good luck."
JC glared as he walked past him to the other door. Inside was a small room with a single table. On the table was an interesting set of gear: a chest piece made of high-quality plastics, a sturdy bicycle-style helmet and – an axe.
JC picked up the weapon. It was somewhat heavy, very solidly built. He could tell by lifting it that it was the real deal. Despite his restraint, his strength was still intact. How long with that last he thought. He touched his finger against the blade. It was as sharp as the real thing. Suddenly the truth of the "demonstration" hit him: They wanted him to fight! To possibly kill others! A Hunger Games flashback crossed his mind. He thought about storming back to the previous room and saying 'forget it'. Testing that decision, he tried, carefully, to open the door back. Locked. No way to go but forward. Dejectedly, he put on the gear and picked up the weapon. Axes weren't his specialty but they were simpler to use; he could manage. I'll see what I can do about this he thought. He exited out the other door.
The demonstration room was large, almost like a small stadium. He stood in a larger field-like area surrounded by walls with doors at certain spots. The ground felt like the astro turf used in sporting events. Stadium seats sat above the wall, seating several official-looking people. Some were in business suits, others in lab coats writing on clipboards. Monitors behind them showed shadowy figures watching the proceedings. It looked less like a demonstration and more like the gladiator games he'd been worrying about.
"Ladies and gentlemen," a voice said on a speaker system. "Today we will be displaying the skills of one of the legendary Nephilim, of the Storm Crow Legacy." The eyes of all the spectators focused on him. JC got the feeling they weren't on his side. "For safety reasons, his birthrights are nullified. However, his skills are considerable. They will provide an excellent display of our progress."
The other doors opened. JC braced himself, afraid of what might come out. If they were other inheritors like him he might be able to talk them down…unless those in charge forced their hands somehow. Figures emerged from doorways. With some relief, JC saw they were not people like him. Two drones and one Golem entered. JC knew he could handle them normally. Without his powers, however, the odds were against him. Any fighting would also help their cause, he realized. A plan formed in his mind.
"Begin demonstration." The voice said. It was on. The three assailants closed in on him. All three had large gauntlet-like weapons on each hand. Steadying himself, he assumed a fighting stance. One of the drones closed in to attack. JC steeled himself – and closed his eyes and dropped his guard.
Wham! The drone's fist connected with his stomach, knocking the wind from him and sending him sprawling to the ground. The spectators were confused but didn't show it. JC struggled to his feet in time to see the second drone ready its attack. No defense, no counter…The blow struck him in the shoulder and knocked him to the ground again. Getting to his feet, he was struck across the back, sending him stumbling. Another to the side of his head sent him reeling.
Through the blows, JC had a realization. No one was stopping the fight. They either didn't care about his safety or were calling his bluff. He started trying to avoid the attacks. The attackers were relentless; he couldn't avoid them for long. He evaded the two drone's attacks – and right into the Golem's blow aimed for his head. The helmet strap snapped and fell from his head as he was knocked down. He felt something warm and wet running down the side of his face. Another blow sent him rolling and a sharp pain shot through his left side. He had no choice. Taking a deep breath – painful for him now – he rolled out of the way, got to his feet and swung at his nearest attacker. The axe struck the incoming drone, severing its right arm. JC followed up with a blow to its chest that dropped it for good. The second drone approached. JC ducked and struck the thing's leg. As it dropped to its knees JC brought the axe down on its head. Only the Golem was left. The pain was slowing him down but he tried to focus past it. As the creature raised it arms to strike, JC charged it. He rammed it in the abdomen with his right shoulder, sending them both to the ground. Rolling quickly, he got up and saw it trying to do the same. The axe flashed downwards and struck the Golem's head. JC brought it down over and over again. Black ichor sprayed out and splashed his face. He didn't care; he was too angry at the turn of events. The Golem stopped moving very quickly. JC left the axe buried in the thing's head as he glared at it in anger and frustration. He turned his glare at his audience; most looked at the spectacle passively, while others looked surprised at his outburst. It disgusted him.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asked angrily. "Does that show you what I'm capable of?"
The spectators were silent for a bit. Shortly, there were nods of approval. Scientists wrote on their clipboards. Business people conferred with each other, seemingly pleased. JC just stood there, bleeding from a head injury and his side pain returning. He couldn't believe it.
"Combat demonstration complete." Said the loudspeaker voice. "JC Reinhardt, please return to the chamber and replace the gear." JC shook his head. I'm fine, by the way he thought. With effort, he pulled the axe free and limped back to the entrance. The pain was starting to debilitate him. Funny thing about regeneration he thought, you don't appreciate it until you can't do it anymore. Dropping off the dirty and damaged equipment, he headed back to the waiting area. His father stood there, a worried and apologetic look on his face. An attendant stood next to him holding a tray with a silver chalice on it.
"JC…" his father started.
"Spare me." JC said, heading towards the changing room. The pain on his head and side were starting to get to him.
"Here" his father said waving over the attendant. "Drink this, it'll help your injuries."
JC looked at the chalice. It was filled with a clear liquid. He glared at his father. "Whatever it is, forget it." He started to walk away.
"JC, please…" his father begged.
"I don't want your…" the pain shot through him and he doubled over.
James knelt down and handed him the chalice. "Son, I know it's hard, but trust me on this."
JC looked at his father and the cup. Finally, he reached out and took it, drinking deeply. It was sparkly and slightly sweet, like club soda. As he drank, he felt it wash through him, soothing his pain. Soon the pain was gone and he was able to stand. He handed the cup back. "What is that stuff?"
"Healing water." His father answered. "A concoction developed using science and arcane force. We developed it years ago. You can find it on the market if you know where to look."
"What's in it?" JC asked.
"That's classified." His father answered. Then, the door opened and a man entered. JC clenched his fist: It was that Kai guy, still sporting the scar JC had given him. He glared at JC.
"What happened with that demonstration?" Kai demanded.
JC shrugged. "Hesitated."
"That's beneath you." Kai said. "If you think that's going to impress anybody, you're wrong. They expect results and you need to give it to them." JC mentally rolled his eyes as Kai pulled out a handkerchief. "Your welcoming dinner will start in a short while." He said, handing the cloth to JC. "Try to make yourself presentable."
JC looked at Kai before taking the cloth. Carefully, he wiped the blood and grime from his face. Kai reached to take it back – right as JC blew his nose on it. "Thanks." He said cheerfully, tossing the rag at him. He when into the changing area and – after glaring at the following attendants - closed the door and changed. This is turning out to be quite the challenge he thought.
…
At around six someone came to escort him to the dinner. This was also held in the second building, in a cafeteria meant for members of the staff. His mother, father, and sister were waiting for him. To his dismay, Marcus, William, and Gail were also in attendance. Marcus, William, and their parents were dressed in their usual business attire. Sarah and James smiled warmly at him; he barely reacted. JC and Judith were not dressed in anything fancy; it was supposed to be an informal occasion. They all sat down at one of the tables; JC and Judith sat next to each other on one side, the adults sat on the other.
"Nephew," William said warmly, "on behalf of our organization, welcome back."
Sarah smiled as well. "Yes, it's been too long since we've gotten together. We're so glad to have you back."
JC's irritation was increasing by the second. He smiled through it. "Yeah, not since our birthday party. That was a night to remember." His parents looked uneasy at that. Marcus and William tried to compose themselves.
"Shall we begin?" Marcus asked. A waiter brought glasses of soft drink and placed them before everyone. Another brought bowls of chicken soup as the first course. Everyone started eating except JC. Memories of his birthday made him too cautious. Judith touched his arm and looked at him as she ate her food. After nothing happened, he tried it himself. It was delicious. He suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten a decent meal in…since he snuck away from the Belmonts. His stomach demanded he eat. JC did the best he could to eat slowly, so as not to show any weakness to the others. He doubted it would mean anything though. When they finished, the bowls were taken and replaced with a plate of perfectly grilled steak and potatoes with a side of fresh baked bread. The waiters dropped off forks and steak knives for the others. One handed JC…a set of plastic utensils. JC looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Is something wrong?" James asked the waiter.
"Sorry, sir." The waiter apologized. "But the staff is uncomfortable giving him sharp metal objects." He cast a look at JC. "Tell them to get over it." Sarah ordered. The waiter bowed and returned with a metal set. "Sorry about that." James said sincerely. JC rolled his eyes and cut into his dinner. The steak was perfect: grilled crispy on the outside yet tender and juicy on the inside. The potato was buttery and seasoned. The bread was a warm buttered cloud. He couldn't resist and started to eat with gusto. He ate so fast he started to choke. Judith handed him his cup and he poured it down his throat. As he caught his breath he noticed Gail and Marcus looking at him, slight smugness in their smiles.
"My, my, cousin, you really enjoyed your food." Marcus said. "It's like you haven't had a decent meal in a long time." Judith put a hand on her brother's leg as he bit back his response.
"We're glad you enjoyed it." Gail said warmly. "It's one of many benefits we offer for those in our group. Only the best for the future of humanity."
"We hope we can keep having meals like this." William said. "It's nice to be a family again." Judith again had to 'remind' her brother. You're pushing your luck, little man JC thought.
James and Sarah saw this and tried to change the subject. "So, Judith, how's it feel to see your brother again? We're thrilled."
"It's awesome." Judith said, sounding overly cheerful. She looked at JC expectantly.
JC got the hint. The good food was like a drug, but he knew he had to lay low. "It's good to see you too, sis." He patted her shoulder affectionately.
"That reminds me." Gail said. "I scheduled you for another demonstration after dinner, Judith."
Judith froze. "What…what kind of demonstration?"
"Oh, nothing you haven't done already, dear." Gail said reassuringly. "Just a ritual like you've done before."
"Is that necessary?" James protested.
"Yes, our daughter's just been reunited with her brother." Sarah agreed. "Isn't that enough for one day?"
"I felt it was best that her brother see firsthand how his sister is progressing here." Gail pointed out. "It might help him adjust to his new surroundings."
"What rituals?" JC asked, not liking the idea.
"Sanctioned performances that connect the inheritors to their roots." Gail explained. "It might be good to see your sister in action. She's quite skilled at them." She looked at Judith. "Is that okay, dear?"
Judith smiled at Gail. "Of course it is, Miss Smith." JC saw her smile and froze. He was the only person who knew that Judith had more than one smile. Her normal one – like sunshine on a clear day – and another one, reserved for those she hated. Pretty, with underlying malice, like a poisonous flower in all its glory.
There was no doubt which one he saw on his sister's face at that moment.
"Excellent." Gail said, not noticing. "Once we're done eating, we'll start the preparations. I know your brother will enjoy it."
"I'm sure he will." Judith answered, giving him a wink. JC wasn't so sure.
…
Judith and Gail approached the door to the ritual prep room she always used. Standing outside the door was her mother. "What is it, Sarah?" Gail asked.
"I was thinking I could help my daughter this time." Sarah answered. "Having her mother present might make her more comfortable. Is that okay, sweetie?"
Judith was surprised. Normally her mom didn't partake too much in her performances. She looked at Gail. "It's up to you, honey." She said. Judith didn't know what her mom's angle was, but she thought it best to humor her this one time. "Sure, I don't mind." She said.
"Okay, then, let's get ready." Sarah escorted her daughter into the room and closed the door. Several female attendants approached Judith. Knowing what was coming, Judith sighed and raised her arms over her head. One attendant pulled her t-shirt off while another unfastened her jeans. The first unclasped her bra while the second pulled down her underwear. Both women steadied her as she pulled her feet free of her socks and shoes. One of them took her tag and pendant for safekeeping. Sarah gathered up her daughter's clothes while Judith was quickly hustled to the shower stall. Judith closed the door and let the water wash over her.
Judith sighed. The preparations were humiliating. She'd asked why she had to wash up each time; Gail insisted she had to be 'fresh' with a cleansing shower each time. Having her mom present made it only slightly less awkward. At least the stall gave her some privacy. The warm water soon stopped and Judith shook the water from her hair. Exiting the stall, the attendants immediately started toweling her off. Once she was dry, they set to dressing her. A long garment was slipped over her while her shoes were laced up. Once attendant started styling her hair as another applied her face make up. All busied themselves into making her look good for her performance. And what a performance it will be she thought to herself. I'm sure they'll get a kick out of it.
…
The ritual chamber was abuzz with activity. People made their way to their seats as staff members set up the main area. James met his son at the door and the two went inside. JC grabbed his dad's arm at looked him right in the eye.
"Spill it," he demanded. "What's going on here?"
"There's nothing to worry about, son." James tried to reassure him. "It's just a demonstration of Judith's talents."
"Like the one I went through?" JC said, both angry and afraid.
"No." his dad said outright. "Nothing like that. She's not in any danger. Just come and watch." JC didn't appreciate how evasive his father was being. Just another change in his family he couldn't stand. He followed his father to their seats, four rows from the floor. "Your mother will join us shortly." James said. JC looked around and saw several younger people taking their seats along with the adults. They were making the others watch the spectacle. A minute later Sarah showed up and sat next to her son.
"All done 'prepping' my sister?" JC asked impolitely.
"JC, stop worrying. You might like the performance." Sarah said. Again with the evasiveness. JC looked at the ritual floor. Several pedestals were set up around the area. Several stood in a ring, each one with an orb sitting on them. Two were closer to the stands, each with an unlit torch. The stands were a light tan in color and carved with symbols JC recognized as Egyptian-styled markings. The floor had similar markings, including a sunburst in the middle. The company liked theatrics, apparently. Soon the lights dimmed and a voice came over a loudspeaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our gathering for this evening. It is with great pleasure that we once again bring before you our star ritualist, one of the original Nephilim and member of our respected family, Judith Reinhardt, Hidden Sun and practiced mage!"
A door opened at the far end and a figure stepped out, hands spread wide in greeting to the gathered spectators. Her hair was done in braids with white extensions. A long, flowing white gown adorned her body. Gold bands were on her wrists and golden sandals were laced up her ankles. A gold tiara sat upon her head. Her face was done up in classic Egyptian style, heavy with eye liner and shadow, with plenty of coloring on the rest of her face. JC almost couldn't recognize her.
Judith he thought. It was unbelievable. His sister stood before the whole crowd, dressed up like Cleopatra from a big budget movie, and she was going along with it.
Judith walked to the middle of the ring of orbs and held out her hands. Points of light appeared on her palms. With a gesture, they flew from her palms and struck the orbs, lighting them up on contact. In a few seconds she was surrounded by a ring of light, illuminating the area in a brilliant halo.
"Her sun beams strike unerringly, each empowered with the light of the sun itself." The voice said reverently. The audience applauded respectfully. JC joined them half-heartedly. He was impressed with his sister's ability but disgusted by the pony show before him.
"In addition to her birthrights, she is well-practiced in the use of arcane magic." Judith walked over to the pillars. With a gesture of her hands, the torches ignited. JC watched as Judith them reached into the flames and pulled out a handful of fire. His heart nearly stopped before he realized it wasn't hurting her. The flames in her hands took shape, forming a staff. Judith spun the fiery around her in impressive arcs. As she did so she reached into the other torch and pulled another handful, this one forming a small blade-like object. She spun both in elegant formations about her. JC wondered why she let herself be held here if she really wielded such power. Eventually Judith waved her hands and the fiery objects disintegrated. Another gesture and bolts of ice sprayed the two torches, extinguishing them. The audience applauded. Judith stood on the floor and curtsied before them. She never curtsied before either. What's gotten into her? He wondered. Judith looked up at the audience and smiled. There it was; her hateful smile once again. He noticed she avoided looking at him that way. Gail Smith walked out onto the floor in front of her and addressed the audience.
"And now, to close this evening, Miss Reinhardt will give a blessing to someone gathered here today." A staff member came out and put a microphone stand in front of Judith. Gail stepped away to give Judith her space. Judith approached the mic.
"Esteemed guests." She said proudly. "Today's blessing goes to a special individual. There are many here who have performed well in their duties, proving themselves to be true descendants of the Progenitors."
JC was getting bored. What was his sister doing going along with this?
"But there is one here who has exceeded all expectations, excelling in not only their powers but their own inherent skills. They have struggled against all odds and have persevered despite it all. They are truly the best of us. I am not worthy of tying the laces of their shoes. It is for these reasons that I have decided to reward them."
JC got uneasy. Something didn't seem right about this.
"My brother, JC Reinhardt, fellow Nephilim of the Storm Crow Legacy, has earned the blessing today!" she said exuberantly. Some applause occurred; most of the audience went silent. All eyes turned to JC; not all of them looked happy.
"JC, your sister's calling you." His mom said.
"You should go down, son." James concurred.
JC swallowed. Sis, what are you doing? Why draw me into this?
"Brother, please come down." Judith insisted. JC slowly got up and headed down to the main floor. As he got close to Judith he covered the mic with his hand.
"Sis, what do you think you're doing?" he said quietly.
"Trust me." She answered quietly. JC took his hand down. Judith stood proudly and addressed him.
"JC Reinhardt. Storm Crow warrior. Child of the storms. Kin to the Valkyries. Your arms are strong to wield your weapons. Your heart is fierce to keep your enemies afraid. You have proven yourself a true warrior of the gods. Let all here acknowledge your greatness this day." She put her hands on his face and whispered something unintelligible. Wisps of energy flowed from her hands and encircled him, spinning around several times before dissipating. "May the gods smile upon you always." She said with a genuine smile. She turned to the audience and curtsied once again.
Gail stood of to the side with a dumbfounded look on her face. Finally, she stepped forward. "That concludes our performance for today. Thank you for attending." The crowd began to disperse, an air of confusion emanating amongst them. JC turned and saw Judith heading back the way she came. He shook his head, confused as well.
…
Judith exited her prep room, having changed back into her civilian appearance. JC stood there waiting for her. It was hard for him to believe she was the same person in that outfit.
"Mind explaining that, sis?" he asked her.
Judith cocked her head to one side. "Whatever do you mean, brother?"
"You just congratulated me in front of a bunch of people who see me as the Devil Incarnate. You don't think they'll object to that?"
"I acknowledged how powerful you've become." Judith stated. "What's the harm in that?"
"Miss Reinhardt." Gail was coming towards them, a disappointed look on her face. "Care to explain yourself?"
"I gave a blessing to my beloved brother." Judith said innocently. "That is my right as one of Nephilim, as you've pointed out."
"That's true." Gail acknowledged. "But, to celebrate…" she indicated JC, "is a little unorthodox." She addressed JC directly. "You didn't put her up to this, did you?" JC shrugged and shook his head.
"If I cannot give out the blessings I choose, perhaps I'm not the person you should be making do these performances." Judith said confidently.
Gail looked at her a moment. Slowly she nodded her head. "Understood. Please, however, try to keep your priorities straight." She looked again at JC. "We'll discuss this later." She walked off.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" JC asked once she was gone.
"You're damned right." Judith answered.
…
"JC, wake up."
JC rubbed his eyes. Judith stood next to his bed in her night clothes. His clock said it was 3 AM. "What's going on?"
"I need to you come with me. Now." She insisted. JC got up and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt before following her out. "How'd you get in?"
"I know a few tricks." She said. "No time to explain now." They walked quickly through the darkened halls. The rule was lights out at 10 PM. Most of the staff stayed away. Judith led him down some side passages and into a dimly lit room, likely used for storage. Several boxes and other refuse sat in small piles inside. "Okay, come out." She said quietly. Slowly, several young people emerged from behind the piles and stacks, looking fearful. JC recognized some of them: many of the other kids that Judith said were not sold on the company line. They looked at JC in awe.
"Is this him?" one of the boys asked.
"Yes." Judith answered. "My brother, JC, the one I told you about."
The others looked at him reverently. As one they knelt before him, bowing their heads. "Please." One of them begged. "You have to help us."
"Help us get out of here." Another begged.
JC was stunned. He was at a loss for words.
"I thought you'd be here." Another voice said. JC whirled and saw his old pediatrician, Dr. Clay. Oh no he thought. Busted. Dr. Clay looked at the crowd of kids, now staring like deer in the headlights. JC considered reacting to her when Clay surprised him by kneeling as well. She took his hand and kissed it respectfully. He looked at Judith and she nodded.
"Forgive me, my king." Clay said, almost fearfully. "My actions before were unacceptable but necessary. Your humble servant is now at your disposal."
~To be continued