Hang in there.
Hilary Wendell was a simple woman in the first world and a simple woman in the second. If you had told her just 12 months ago that she would be bludgeoning her late husband's brain in with his own cricket bat, well, she'd think you were completely barmy, in the words of her northern cousin "Completely off your rock". It just so happened that, that was exactly what Hilary found herself doing. She hit him once, twice, and on the third time his frail corpse sat still, and so did Hilary. For quite some time Hilary stood there, staring down at her hands, she reached into her pocket and pulled out an ash clotted handkerchief and cleaned the blood off of her hands. In the first world, she had never really taken the time to appreciate such simple things such as handkerchiefs, but now she appreciated it, she opened it up in her hands and admired the stitching around the edges, the soft texture of the material, and for the hundredth time the crest embroidered into the fabric "RB." She often wondered what it stood for "Righteous." Could be the "R" perhaps, all she knew was that she needed their organisations help. She took a large gulp of the air around her and shriveled her lips, you never do get used to the smell of the dead, sickly sweet. There was a cough in the room, one that did not belong to Hilary, she spun on her foot, and there stood 13 figures all dressed in red.
"I gather you are the RB I have heard so much about?" Hilary smiled. The figures all nodded in sync, they looked almost ghostlike, it made Hilary nervous, and she didn't like people who did that to her, she didn't like to feel weak. "Well I must thank you for coming." This time there was no nod. Her last words were followed by silence. "I need your help in getting me on the island." Silence again. "My husband had an invitation, I was going to be his plus one, but we missed the ferry, please." "Name" His voice was low in pitch, it was deep enough to be African American, and he had a southern twang to his voice. Hilary smiled; she was finally getting what she wanted. "Wendell, Hilary." She said her surname first because she loved the reaction she received. "Well, well, well." Said a different hooded figure his accent was hard to place "I do believe we are standing with apocalypse royalty here." His tone was sarcastic, disrespectful. Hilary frowned. "Take me to the island, to the other righteous." She said calmly. "It's that way, good educated women like you, can swim." The figures all pointed east at the same time, Hilary turned east, and then turned back to an empty room.
Lexie leapt, and she ran and she span. The new world had treated her and her new siblings well. She jumped from building to building with her long hair billowing behind her. To her left was Ruki, Ruki had also allowed her hood to fall, and Lexie took in the beauty of Ruki's brown eyes sparkling as she took in the sunlight, and to her right was John, he was smiling, something she was only just getting used to. Lexie didn't pretend to understand what was going on, she didn't pretend to know who "Wendell." Was, or why the name was so famous, but she allowed it. She trusted the Brothers with her whole heart; everything they did was with intention for good. It had been ten months since she first agreed to join up with the brotherhood, and 12 months since this whole ordeal had started. And the world was still as chaotic as when it had first begun, but there is one thing that the people of England could trust, and that was that if you were in trouble, the Brotherhood wouldn't be far behind. Whispers could be heard through the streets of London "Sit tight and wait for the red."
I slipped into third person because it is much easier to right in; internal monologues are not my strong point if I am honest. Let it be.
Thanks for reading.
