Kane Chronicles: Bloody Sands
Chapter 8 of my Kane Chronicles story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Kane Chronicles belongs to Rick Riordan.
Chapter 8: A Desperate Ploy
Carter fumed, shaking his head as he paced the room. He had just changed his clothes to a pair of grey pants; a dark green T-shirt; black socks and black and white sneakers. His casual dress would be considered unusual for night time, but he wasn't alone; several of the others were present, all clad in casual clothes. He looked at each of them, all the while hoping for one to show they agreed with his thoughts.
His gaze first fell on Liz and Emma, who were whispering together. Their casual clothes consisted of pink jogging pants, a red T-shirt, white socks and pink sneakers for Liz, and for Emma, a black mini skirt; white tank-top; a black indoor jacket and black heeled boots. Walt, Jaz and Felix were seated on the other sofa, also talking. Again they were dressed casually, Walt in black pants, a navy blue sleeveless top and black boots; Jaz wearing denim shorts, a blue tank-top, black socks and blue and red sneakers; and Felix wearing a pair of brown cargo pants, a blue T-shirt with a penguin design, blue socks and simple blue sneakers. Cleo and Alyssa were standing near the stairs, Cleo in a grey pleated skirt, a white blouse, grey ankle socks and grey flats; Alyssa in brown pants, green T-shirt, white socks and brown boots. Finally, Julian was sitting next to Liz and Emma, the only one in his pyjamas.
None of them showed any anger; in fact, they all wore serious expressions. Carter couldn't believe they were willing to risk Zia like this. Zia's plan was to set a trap for the assailant by giving him what he wanted. They were all to pretend to retire for the night and wait. Carter and Amos had, without telling anyone else, set up magical wards in Zia's room that would alert them as soon as possible when Zia was attacked. She had offered herself up as bait and allowed it to be known she was going to bed and had even worn her pyjamas for that night, which were rather revealing. Carter knew the bait would be impossible to resist for the one possessed; he would act as soon as he felt it was safe. Still, this didn't stop him from being enraged by this. He turned to Amos.
"I can't believe you've agreed to this," he hissed. "We've put Zia in danger, what if something goes wrong?"
Amos shook his head. "Calm down Carter; this will work, we just need to have faith. Zia knows what she's doing, and this time, we're ready."
Carter didn't feel reassured by this however and shook his head. "The risks involved are too much; we can't just…"
"Do you have any other plans?" Amos questioned. "This is our best chance to catch the person behind this, after all."
Carter growled as he realized Amos was right. He had no other plans, so this was their only chance.
Up in her room Zia lay in bed, pretending to be asleep. In truth, however, she was tense, waiting, knowing the assailant would come for her tonight. It was just a question of when; she had taken care to ensure that she had been seen in her tight fitting, green mid-thigh length nightgown, knowing that such revealing clothes would provide a tempting target for the assailant. Underneath she wore a white lacy thong to add to the whole flavour she was trying to create, making herself the perfect target. She knew that this was risky, but it was the best plan she could come up with.
'However it's better this way,' she thought seriously. 'Better we do this and have a chance at catching this guy, before he hurts anyone else.'
That one thought was enough to convince her that this plan had been the best one. Everything hinged on her resisting the assailant long enough for Carter and the others to arrive and save her. Otherwise she would find herself facing Sadie's fate. Listening carefully, she could hear the others as they came up the stairs; it would soon be time. She could hear them all heading to their rooms. She continued to feign sleep; waiting for her chance. She recalled how Sadie said how she was taken by surprise by the assailant; she wasn't even aware he was there until she was attacked. She remained nervous, waiting for him to come; it was now only a matter of time.
She was hovered on the edge, trying to stay awake, despite tiredness threatening to overcome her, when it happened. Suddenly she felt herself being pinned down and a hand covered her mouth. She struggled desperately; there was no mistake, this was the man who raped Sadie. He was even dressed in the same in plain black pants; a black T-shirt; black gloves and socks and a black ski-mask. Despite her struggles Zia found he was far too strong, as if he was channelling a particular kind of magic, which proved the possession theory alright. Keeping her pinned down and covering her mouth, he used his free hand to fumble with his belt and then remove his pants completely; he then pushed down his red briefs to his knees and moved closer. Zia intensified her struggles, seeing he was erect and automatically guessing his intention. Even when he took his hand from her mouth she didn't try to cry out. She couldn't risk opening her mouth; she kept her lips tightly shut, preventing him from orally raping her. That didn't stop him trying; she could hear him cursing and he tried to force her mouth open.
"Slut, open up or I'll break your fucking jaw." He growled, his grip on her jaw tightening.
Still she resisted, she couldn't give him a single opportunity. She then heard the crash and saw him leap off her, pulling his briefs up and she knew she was saved. The others had arrived.
The figure tried to make a run for it but was blasted back by magic. Zia had by now got out of the bed and joined the fray. Despite their efforts, every tas spell was deflected by one of his own. But while he easily resisted magical attacks, he wasn't paying attention to physical threats. As such, he let out a cry of surprise as Walt tackled him and, with a quick, precise blow, knocked him out.
They then pulled the mask off and were shocked to see it was Julian.
"What the…Julian, he's the one who…?" Cleo gasped.
Liz and Emma were gaping and Jaz glared at the boy bitterly.
Carter shook his head however. "He's not acting of his own accord; we've confirmed that he's been possessed, this was part of a plan to get revenge on me…I'll give you the details later. First things first, we need to restrain Julian. If he wakes up and the spirit possessing him is still in control, it'll cause trouble."
"We don't have anything to tie him up with, though," Walt remarked, pulling the black pants back onto Julian, so he'd at least preserve his dignity.
Carter shook his head. "Old fashioned way I guess; Felix, go downstairs and get the duct tape. We'll restrain Julian and then I'll tell you what you need to know."
They nodded and Felix ran downstairs. Carter, meanwhile hurried over to Zia and hugged her, relieved that she was okay.
End of chapter, now the truth revealed; hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.