Seeking Sanctuary
18th of November 2006 A.D.
A deal means an ambush, the thought is instant and for the most part unburdened with thoughts of what it would do to your reputation. Izzy and
Alec's lives are on the line here. You push down a shudder.
More than their lives. But that just means I should be careful. Descending upon the enemy sword of fire in hand can be called many things careful isn't one of them.
"If we are going to be cryptic," you mock sigh, nothing of your inner turmoil in your voice, Broken Seeker would be on that like a shark on blood. "Arianna Ortega, that is who holds your contract, dark haired lady, looks like she should be on the walls of a Mayan temple, dresses like it, probably ate a lot of Mayans."
There is a moment of surprise, then a burst of laughter unlike the ones before, not mocking, not trying to hide his feelings, surprised and... joyous. This is probably the closest such as the skinwalker can come to honest joy, the prospect of a hunt with a worthy quarry before him and a worthy companion.
"What are you offering?" comes the question, more a formality than anything, you would not have tipped your hand, shown you know the name if you were not planning to settle accounts and both of you know it
"Payback."
***
As you descend at the edge of the parking lot then take the two fifty yards to the car just a little too fast your dad's expression comes a little too sharply into view, worried, but undaunted, his eyes dark but without shadows, understanding. There are some things a girl does not want anyone to understand, like just how easy she finds it to step into the mind of a monster.
"He agreed to let them go," you speak in a rush, not giving them time to get any of the numerous natural objections in. "I convinced him that his employer wanted him dead as much or more than he wanted Harry dead, after all you do not pay dead mercenaries and as payment for... enlightening him and for helping him deal with... What is the proper word for a vampire sired by the Red King? Lady? Duchess? I'm going to go with Missus Ortega just because it will probably piss her off more. After that... well after that he is still a horrible monster, but not one who has my friends hostage you know." You pause then add cheerily. "I'll get to learn his moves while we are fighting vampires."
As dad opens his mouth to speak you bowl him over too. The best way to stop them from asking for details is to give them plenty of other things to chew on. "I know you can't help dad, it is a spirit of terror and spiritual pollution. That is fine, I will be fine. Harry you are his actual target I do not think it would be safe for you to get near Broken Seeker, less safe than most living things are in general."
"What about you then?" your father asks. As he takes his hand from the hilt of the Sword you can guess what he is going to say, he can come without it.
"I'm not most." The words might have sounded prideful, they could have sounded bold, instead they are just a statement of fact. "Please he's not... his mind is about as stable as the forms he takes."
"And that is supposed to be reassuring?" Harry asks. "You need to work on that start of the third arc routine."
"Start of the what? What are you talking about?" There's a part of you that is cheering Harry's tendency to go off on tangents, it is distracting for him or for dad, keeps him from asking the questions you would rather he didn't ask.
"That is where the hero... heroine," he catches himself and it is hard not to smile as tense as things are. "When she thinks she can take on the Big Bad alone and her friends have to rally behind her and show they can take on the Empire together."
"Mangled references aside Broken Seeker might be bad, he's not that big, not to me, but he can crush my friends so, so easily."
That does it. Even though it is painful to watch, even though you did not want to do this to him you know Michael Carpenter Knight of the cross will not endanger an innocent, not when he knows that armed and armoured in brass, flame and broken idols you are among the best in the city to be facing down the likes of Broken Seeker
***
The meeting is at the Chicago Synthetics Warehouse, a show of how much he knows about you and, as far as such a thing could be said to dwell in the heart of a Naagloshii, a show of good will. Dad stops the pickup about fifty yards away, close enough that he and Harry can see what's happening, but not so close they are in the meeting.
Of all his sins one cannot accuse Broken Seeker of tardiness, barely twenty seconds after you pull in a hawk that is not a hawk calls out overhead, the old van turns the corner and pulls to a stop, the doors slide open half way. It looks... in Usum's words it looks like a menagerie inside, one with an affinity for raptors and canines and it does not smell any better than it looks,
"Here," the voice is familiar, the form is not. Humanoid yes, but far too tall to be a human. If he were not sitting hunched the accursed messenger would be about eight feet tall with lynx's eyes and and far too many teeth. The hand that holds Izzy by the back of her shirt like a sack of flower seems made of skinless snakes that hiss as they bleed.
You pick her up and set her down, same for Alec, looking over them with gut-wrenching worry that only dims slightly when you see no signs of obvious mistreatment, other than Izzy's missing lock of hair at least. Broken Seeker hands that over too, in a plastic bag, the kind they use for evidence. You do
not want to know where he got that from.
"I will... contact you on the morrow when you are less busy. Fare thee well sister..." with that the doors close and the red van speeds away.
You look down at your friends, their shirts red with blood, not theirs just a monster being dramatic. But it could have been theirs so easily. This could have been the last day in their lives and all because they happened to know you, because they sat with you at lunch and went out to drinks and dancing, because they gave you cheat sheets to use in Spanish.
It's not safe for them to be around you, no matter what you do or what you might teach them there is nothing that would make them able to stand up to the likes of Broken Seeker. Your words to dad and Harry come back to haunt you even as you can hear the car behind you. He's not even that big.
It's not safe...Nowhere is safe...
In the dark behind your eyelids
In the quiet between heartbeats
In the place where you are whole
In the stillness of your soul
A gear, a lock clicks
A door shifts
Do you open it?
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[] No The door remains shut for now
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