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Blood Red - Chapter 4
ETA: I’ve edited as much as I can with the time I have left so mine is ready for judging now
Jada Greene is the daughter of the Governor and also a member of the guard force employed to keep the Reds subdued and out of the city. When her father declares war on the Reds he sends out teams to strike the suspected Red camps. Jada, is accidentally shot and taken by Rurik to a makeshift Red hospital, deep within enemy territory. Olivia and Rurik from the red camp fail to convince Jada that she’s actually one of them and that her Father knows more than he’s letting on. Frustrated, Rurik forces Jada to confront her father’s handy work by taking her to the emergency room where the survivors of her father’s red raiders campaign have gathered. She’s shocked into realising that there might be some truth in what they said about her father and starts to question everything though the thought of being related to a red(or maybe even being one herself) is still too much for her to accept. Word gets out that the red raiders have decimated several Red camps and are due to reach the hospital imminently.
There are no weapons or shields, nor trained soldiers. No defences against the army thundering toward us. Why would there be, it’s a hospital? The military would
attack the weak and vulnerable. Just one of many beliefs I’ve taken for granted in my life. Yet here I am, having just helped evacuate those that could run, hide those that could not. The plan is for me to go ahead, try to intercept the Red Raiders who’re sure to have orders to bring me home safely. At most, my reappearance will allow them to go home without spilling more blood...at the very least it’ll buy the others more time to get away.
While Olivia tends the poorly, Rurik leads me outside. He walks with me longer than he should in awkward silence as if he’s resisting the inevitable good-bye. He’s really sold on this idea of us being related but I just don’t know what the hell to believe any more. Who knows what’s real or fake, good or evil? I sure as shit don’t! Just hours ago I was unconscious and completely oblivious to all of this. Mum was dead, Dad was... just Dad. I was an only child. We were good, they were bad: simple.
What if this all really
some psychotic plan to corrupt the governor’s daughter and infiltrate the government? What if Dad’s
evil? What if I go home and everything’s as it was as if it’s all been a lie; a big hideous misunderstanding? I smile at the thought then I remember the casualties: the blood and suffering...
was real. Real and wrong, this much I know. My conscience is the only thing I can be certain of anymore.
“You need to go, you can’t be with me when they find us”.
“No shit!” he smirks, “but I’ve been fighting Daddy dearest’s hired goons my whole life, I can handle myself!”
“You’re not even armed!” I remind him.
He grins like a cocky teenager, “I wasn’t armed when I took down your buddy and he had a gun pointing at me”.
“Get real, Rurik!” I scold. "
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance.
You’ll be massively outnumbered. Just do your Mum a favour and go before it’s too late!”
His eyes narrow on mine. “
Mum. It’s nice to see you’ve decided to give a shit about us though.”
“Don’t flatter yourself! You’ve been nothing but an asshole to me; I really couldn’t care less what you do but there’s innocent people back there that need you.”
His eyes darken. “A bastard, huh? Nice farewell, sis!”, he spits.
I glower at him, “You know, genetic make-up aside, I
to believe I share a gene pool with a Neanderthal who lacks the basic intelligence and maturity to own his own emotions! You stomp around like a child; sulking and making snide remarks. Just say you hate me and be done with all the petty arguing!
“Should I suppress my emotions like you? Lock them away in that cold, dead vault you call a heart and become just another mindless drone following Daddy’s orders... would I live up to city standards then? Is that what it takes to have our savage status lifted: to be permitted to live?” He laughs in disgust, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”
His words cut deeper than I want to acknowledge and I’m all too aware that I’m straining to project an unaffected expression. Overly impulsive displaying of emotion is usually a trait attributed to Reds indicating weakness of mind. Being here has weakened me: once again I’m surprised and slightly alarmed to feel the unwelcome sting of threatening tears. I swallow hard and make to leave but he stops me.
hate you”, he sounds almost sympathetic like he’s picked up on my hurt feelings. “This isn’t a jealousy thing either, Jada...” He looks off into the distance as he searches for the right words, brow furrowed in concentration “From a young age, even before Mum told me about you...I
you were out there. I mean at first it was like ...like there was this emptiness: a black hole on the edge of my sub-conscious. I knew something was wrong but didn’t know what. Then one day, like seeing the insides of the black hole out the corner of my eye; I
it was you; a sister...my twin. That’s what was missing and I knew my life wouldn’t be whole until you were part of it. I mean, I never
you but from that day on I worried about you... I l
you.” A hint of bitterness creeps into his voice, “Meanwhile, you went about as Satan’s little princess, dedicating your life to learning how to kill me... You didn’t
”, he shakes his head slowly, “Jada, I
our biological father and your city. I despise what they’ve done to you, what they’ve made you
. And a lot of the time I’m fucking furious with you! Going round in circles, trying to talk the brainwashed bullshit out of you is driving me nuts ...but I don’t
you. I could
He’s waiting for a reaction but I’m completely dumbstruck;
how am I supposed to respond to that?
He searches my eyes as if he’ll find answers in them. I wither under the scrutiny knowing that I can’t tell him what he wants to hear. As I hang my head there’s a loud crack and a thud.
I jerk back in time to see Rurik’s body catapulted backwards with force before falling crumpled on the ground like an old rag. Gunfire!
Oh shit, they’re here already!
The blood drains from my face as I try to digest what’s happened.
I scramble over to him willing him to be alive.
Please, God, let him live!
I cradle his lolling head.
For the love of God, wake up!
I feel the syrupy, moist patch of blood where my hand supports his back.
Please, don’t die on me now!
His body slumps to the ground as hands on the back of my shirt drag me off him, I’m kicking and thrashing, screaming his name.
“I never knew you but...I
Words spoken just moments ago. Only
, faced with losing him do I recognise the truth in them. I couldn’t subdue my emotions or dam my tears if I tried; I’ve never felt anything this...
. Part of me is dying, I’m coming undone. Everything I
is a lie; everything I
will ever be
from now on is because of this man; my flesh and blood: my twin. I will him to wake up so I can tell him,
‘I know, I get it!’
don’t’ know: they don’t care. They’re dragging us apart.
Bundled into an armoured troop carrier, my hands have been bound on account of me “going feral”. I can still see soldiers running around outside through the back of the truck, I hear orders barked and weapons being cocked. My eyes dart around wildly,
how can I stop this?
Then I see Ray. “
you have to save him, he’s gonna
He furrows his brow at me, “The Red? He kidnapped you and tried to
“No you’ve got it wrong, he could’ve killed you but he didn’t! He saved my life!”
He lowers his voice and edges closer for privacy, “Jesus, Jada, will you listen to yourself? Get a grip or you’re gonna get yourself in serious trouble!”
He’s not listening! “But the people you’re attacking out there are
. They’re old people and babies, they’re
Other soldiers are watching his response now. “Cpl Greene, we’re just following orders, you know the rules”, he says matter-of-factly.
” I plead, “Don’t do this! Look,
I don’t know who made the rules but they’re wrong.
is wrong, all of it, please, you
to believe me!”
A flicker of sadness crosses his eyes as he says, “The orders have come from the Governor himself. His commands are in the best interest of the city. His rules must not be broken”.
I vaguely hear another soldier murmuring to Ray, “...gonna sedate her...calm her down till she gets home...”
Oh Christ, did I sound like Ray too? Are we all like this?
There’s a sharp pinch on my upper arm.
If I were religious I’d be saying my prayers about now for It’ll take nothing short of a miracle to right all these wrongs committed in the name of ...of
Purity, Superiority? The edges of my vision start to fray, thoughts become difficult to grasp. My head swoons toward the back of the truck in time to see the fireball that engulfs the hospital in the distance... The family I’ve only just found are gone. Before I let the darkness engulf me a whisper escapes my lips, “I love you too, Rurik”.
Heaven Help Us
– This chapter starts with Jada feeling very uncertain of everything, especially her blood ties to Rurik and Olivia. The whole time she refuses to acknowledge their connection words like hell, Satan etc keep cropping up. This is intended to implant the idea that refusing to believe him is the wrong choice and will ultimately doom them both.
When Jada finally “sees the light” and accepts Rurik she’s thrown into a different kind of uncertainty that she can’t control but while the many references to god, Jesus, miracles etc are pleading they are intended to represent the idea that she is on the right path and that with a little faith comes hope. PS sorry for all the blasphemy if any of you are religious D:
Previous Plot Points:
Beware the Nice Guy, Kidnapped, Evil Twin, Pride before a fall(Bonus)
14 (I was gonna do an extra for the first paragraph but I just ran out of time)
CC Used: Yes (allowed and not-allowed)
Hero Type: Chosen One
All pics - Custom light intensity and colours. Fog Emitters (came with the Silent hill World)
Pic 2 – As this is intended to be a flashback I’ve given it a wider than normal border which by inverting my rectangular selection (feathered = 30px) and using the dodge/burn tool. IDK if that’s too much photoshopping but we’re allowed to do borders so I figured it’d be ok. I took a screen grab of my selection if you need evidence
Pic 14 – Is a meteor impact done using the fog emitter (I think it’s ep2meteorimpact but I can confirm later if needed).