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26th Aug 2012 at 5:00 AM
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Chapter 4: Crizz-ay
Quick note: For some reason as soon as the Blakely's save loads the game crashes. I've been trying for a week, hoping it would magically resolve itself--big surprise, it hasn't, so I'm just posting the story sans pictures. Sorry Heaven!
Previously On: Elizabeth's simple mission to atone for past mistakes turns into a quest to re-acquaint herself with her little sister Sarah. Just as they make it over the hump and start making progress, she gets a call from her Captain launching a suicide mission and cleansing of all Supernatural life in the town of Littlefield. Making her way to the location, she finds the culprit to be her long-lost lover and father to her child John Ross. Things only get worse when her daughter shows up, acting resentful and just a little crazy.
"You're going to have to repeat that."
"Samara, he is your father."
"So, the crimelord that's been shamelessly murdering humans, escaping detection, and forced SIGNAL to put out a hit on all the vampires in the city, including us both, is my father." It was more a statement than a question.
John Ross chuckles. "Our daughter's a fiesty one." He claps her on the shoulder. "Good for you, Sammy."
"Samara. It's Samara." She snaps. "And you have no right calling me your daughter."
"Don't I now?"
"You're not my father." Samara says simply.
"Then who is?" John Ross snarls.
"I don't have a father. As far as I'm concered, you're an crazy son of a bitch and I want nothing to do with you. You know, except for when I kill you."
"Samara!" Elizabeth gasps. "You wouldn't really--"
"I have before, mother. All part of the job." Samara's voice is hard, and not at all ashamed.
Elizabeth falls quiet. She had been promised--after days of Samara convincing her to let her join SIGNAL, that no violent jobs of any kind would be permitted. So that had been lies.
But what else had?
Shaking her head, Elizabeth walks away.
Samara scoffs. "Oh mother, acting disappointed. I haven't done anything wrong."
Elizabeth whirls. "You think taking a life is okay? Acceptable? Believe it or not, Samara, but in the real world, murder is against the rules."
"I don't know who made the rules but they're wrong." Samara retorts, rolling her eyes vindictively.
Elizabeth's exasperated. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong," Samara enunciates the word, "maybe it's you that has the problem. You need to climb down off The Great Optimism Horse. The world is a cruel place, mother. You of all people should know just that."
Elizabeth can only stare at her daughter, eyes wide and mouth slightly slack. It doesn't matter what Samara says--something's horribly wrong. This isn't her daughter. It can't be.
Taking advantage of the brief silence, John Rolls his eyes impatiently. "I don't have time for a mother-daughter spat--"
"Shut up!" Both women shout in unison. John Ross concedes, raising his hands and backing away.
"Actually," Samara says, "I take that back." She moves closer, getting right into John Ross' face. "I suppose we could just fight. Loser dies, winner lives to see another day. You know, get this done."
He chuckles. "Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance."
At that, Samara steps back, smiling coyly. Playfully, and syrupy-sweet, she says, "You don't think I could take you?"
"I know you couldn't." John Ross challenges, a grin playing on his lips; his blood-red eyes sparkling darkly.
The air is thick with tension, none of it good. The pair circle each other, electricity stinging each's skin as it flows through their veins.
"I do not understand." Elizabeth interrupts, speaking slowly.
Both heads snap in her direction, 'What?'s' ringing through the still air. Good, they're distracted. She's bought a minute.
"You just said you have killed before. Why do you resent his same actions?"
Samara rolls her eyes, snarling. "For one, it was in poor taste--"
Elizabeth gasps at the words.
"--and secondly, because he robbed me of dozens of potential victims. Hunting on my grounds," Samara tsks, "is a very bad idea."
"You mess with the bull, you get the horns?" John Ross quips.
"Something like that." Samara smiles. This whole exchange is beginning to turn into something like playful banter, and it scares the living hell out of Elizabeth. Her head is reeling.
"I like you." John Ross says.
Samara's lips twitch. "Mmm. You're not so bad yourself...I think we would make a good team."
Elizabeth is starting to feel like this whole thing's a dream. Or a nightmare. A really terrible nightmare.
"We'd better get out of here, then. What with the hit on me, and everything."
"Indeed." Samara agrees. Catching the mask of shock (permanently) plastered on Elizabeth's face, she says, "What? Like we're all martyrs like you? I wasn't signing up for a
"I wasn't going to let you die." Elizabeth finally says. "You weren't supposed to be anywhere near here."
"Well, I am. And now I've got to leave." Samara glances at John Ross and then back to Elizabeth. "You coming?"
The man nods, an explosion punctuating his gesture. He's grabbing Elizabeth's wrist and pulling her frozen form forward when the doors open.
"S-Sarah?" Elizabeth stutters. John Ross tenses.
"Sarah?" He asks, squinting. She obviously hadn't been looking his way, and gasps when she sees him, startled.
"Who are you?" She asks, squinting at his face, struggling to place the familiar feeling she's getting.
"This changes things." Samara sighs. "I guess I'll have to kill more people now. Ah, well."
"Who's this bitch?" Sarah grimaces, forgetting her earlier query.
The look on Elizabeth's face is nothing short of shame.
Sarah's eyes widen. "What? But you said..."
"I-I..." Elizabeth trails off, lacking the words to describe her confusion. Changing the subject, she says, "How did you find me?"
"Your friend Timothy came to see me. Said he was worried about you, and told me what's going on." Sarah narrows her eyes. "So does that mean this guy's behind it all?"
"Yes. I suppose introductions are in order. Sarah, meet John Ross. John Ross, my baby sister."
Shaking hands seems inappropriate at a time like this.
"So your ex-boyfriend is a serial killer."
"Hey!" John Ross protests. "It was just humans."
"Just humans?" Both Sarah and Elizabeth echo.
"I consider myself more than just prey." Sarah crosses her arms.
No one has been paying attention to Samara, who's staring at the group in amusement.
"I think I'm going to enjoy watching you die." She finally says, indicating Sarah.
Sarah gives Elizabeth a puzzled (and only slightly furious) look.
"It's like she's possessed." Elizabeth indicates her daugter. "I don't know what is wrong."
"Oh." John ross furrows his brow. "Sammy doesn't normally act like this?"
"Don't call me that!" Samara claws at him.
"No. No, she's acting exactly opposite to her usual self." Elizabeth muses.
John Ross thinks this over for a moment. "I think I know what the problem is. I also think I can help."
It seems like the sad picture taking skills following me through the story--it's just ironic that I can't take any more.
Word Count: 1046
Hero Type: The Atoner
Current Plot Point: Seven Deadly Sins
Previous Plot Points: Last Chance, Pride Before a Fall, Mysterious Past, Redemption Quest
Song Lyric: “Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance.” Volbeat, A Warrior's Call
Bonus: Song Lyric: “I don’t know who made the rules but they’re wrong.” Robbie Nevil, Fifteen Minutes