There told her lies.
She awakes with a jolt. Her heart raising. The dream still lingering behind her eyes.
Forcing her jump out of bed, her knife in one hand. The same knife she carries with her everywhere even to bed. Under her pillow. It took her a second to take in her surroundings.
She didn’t notice anyone. If there was someone in the room, she didn’t register them. Only when she heard the door close did it finally register her surroundings.
She dreams, finally fading away making her breath easier. She took a calming breath before without saying a word. Placed her knife under her pillow. Making sure it was saved.
She looked around but her unit wasn’t there. she could tell that at some point there had been. Across Abigail bed was her laundry bag. That wasn’t there before fallen asleep. She looked at her unit clock that was under the small circle window. It was just gone past two in the afternoon. A few hours of sleep “great”. Likely it was her day off; her class wasn’t until tomorrow. So, she didn’t need to get dressed any time soon.
But that growing feeling coming back. It was the day that she been dreading for the past year. And know her worry for Scylla safety just add to this day. It was her mother birthday but want most didn’t know it was also the day that she found out that her mother was dead.
Trying to distract herself she pulled out her noted book. Unlocking it with a Sigel.
She looked over at her notes that. “clues” of want was happening. Where Quinn’s troops were. Her own. The safe houses. Names of former leader of different hate groups. Their family trees. And the new or uprising of the Camarilla, a once fully human or civilian hate group. That was different know.
She pulled out a pen. Opened a new page.
Titled Scylla.
Spree turned ally.
Someone knows me, sent Scylla in to get me out.
Who?
Why did she kill porter?
Did she kill him?
What does Tally know about Scylla. Outside of her being spree or Ex spree.
Does Scylla know about the Camarilla influence within the Spree.
What did she think was about to happen at the wedding?
Does she love me?
Can I trace the mark she gave me?
Who can I trust?
She paused for a moment. She might be able to trust Libba, maybe her unit as well. She is thinking about all the people she had be in contact with since joining the military. She could count them on one hand.
Just as she was about to continue the creak open. Closed the notebook and sealed it. She looked over to Abigail coming inside. She doesn’t say anything. She put her notebook back inside her desk and got up. Deciding that she should stretch out her legs.
Just as she about to changed Abigail speak up.
“I saw you toss earlier, are you good”.
Removing her trousers, she looks over at her. Noticing that she was folding her clothes up. Not really sure what to say she continue to change.
“I don’t know what to say, to that”.
“hummmm, does it happen a lot”.
With a sigh she stops. “why do you care”.
“I don’t, I don’t want my unit to fail. You are part of this unit. So are you good”.
“I will be”.
There both fell into the silence. There both finished off their task. Raelle is about to leave.
“where are you heading off too?”
“I don’t want to lie to you, but I also don’t want to answer that question”.
Abigail raised her brow.
“ok, don’t do anything stupid shitbird. If you me or Tally I’m helping with her rope training in the gym.”
“when have I done anything stupid” she said with a knowing smirk.
She shakes her head with laughter.
“of you go, see you at dinner, yea” she said with a raised brow.
“yea, see you there”.
With that heading of following her weird feeling she had since waking up.
****
She couldn’t stop herself but follow. She couldn’t stop herself she had to check down in the Necromancy facility. If not to find Scylla, then to talk with her superior Sargent Isadora Dart.
She watched as a few Witches from the Necromancy with their white lab coats on. She could tell that one of them was a private by the small black strap that was on their shoulder. Remember Scylla telling her about the different between the Necromancy Witches and the “normal” witches.
She watched on as there open the door to the tunnel. That lead to the classroom and other rooms that she really didn’t know. The only reason she knows. Only once before she been down there to pick up Scylla. But after an incident where she got hurt, Scylla for the first time in their short relationship had defended her. she said she would never go back inside.
‘here to me break my promises’. She thought.
She waited until there where in. Looking around noticing one around she darted for the door slip in before it closed. She stops just inside. The strange feeling even stronger know. She stayed in the shadows stay as quiet as possible not to be discovered.
She followed that strange feeling. Leading down corridors until about five minutes in she stopped. In from of a large sliding door. Looking around she could see another door a little bit further down. ‘hopefully leading to the same place’.
So, trusting her gut she head down a little further.
She checks the door first for any trap or seals. Luck was on her side yet again. She checks the handle is clicked open. She let out a sigh of relief and open the door.
The room was simple only one piece of furniture was in the room. A wooden desk with three draws pushed up in the corner. To the left of her was another door open. She steps toward it, but she could see that it led into a large, want she would call common type room.
The room had not colour, nor lights.
To the right was this large wall. That seems to be alive.
That strange feeling coming in strong. She walked over almost like she was hypnotised.
The wall seems to whisper to her.
She rushes out and touches the wall, her hand fully resting on the surface. She run her hand alone the surface. The wall beneath her hand moving with her.
‘vessel has around, to carry us’ the whisper seem to say.
It only when she pulled away does she hear rushing of footsteps. Coming toward her. She tilts her head her flickering a little. But going back to normal.
“don’t touch that” a voice laced with worrying come behind her.
She turned to her.
“why not”.
“it not important. Want are you down her cadet.”
With a deep frown, “I was looking for my Girlfriend, Scylla Ramshorn.”
“come with me, we have matter to discuss”.
Nudging to leave the wall, toward her office.
“please sit, would you like Tea”.
“I can’t, the last few days. I’ve had trouble keeping thing down.”
She ducks her head away, “I’m too worried about Scylla.” Says almost like she confessing to herself how she feels then to Sargent Dart.
With a heavy sigh Isadora move over and sit beside her almost opposite her. She so wants to not tell her this but has Scylla mentor and one of the few that truly worried about her. She had to her this.
“grief is stubborn and wild. Like an untamed beast. Sometimes you have to let it run all over the place. Until it wears itself out.” Her tone was light and low.
“what does this have to do with Scylla”.
“I think truth is the best medicine”.
“what truth?” her voice coming out small. She can feel wants is coming. She been through this before.
“I don’t know all the detail, but Anacostia send word to me and higher up that Scylla is dead. She was caught in the storm.”
Her whole body drops. Her words stuck in her throat. ‘This can’t be happening again’. She straightens up ‘no, no this is happening’. She jumps up looking dead in her eyes.
“don’t lie to me”. She said though greeting teeth. Her eyes already tearing up.
“I’m sorry, she was a bright Private I have had the privilege to work with”.
She back up all the way to the far wall of her office. She could feel herself slipping.
“your lying, she not died”.
“I’m sorry cadet, truly”.
She couldn’t allow her emotion to control her. allow her rage just once to full her. She spun around and punched the wall as hard as she could, a blood print was left behind.
“cadet, control yourself”.
Raelle paused at that. “today of all days, why today, I could deal with it any other day.” She muttered to herself. She looks back at Isadora tears running down her face.
“Why today of all days”.
Before Dart had a change to ask what she was talking about Raelle rushed out. Running toward the exited. She didn’t go after her. Just allowing the storm to fly.
Libba with her unit, had just finished off some training.
She was from a far watch as Raelle rushes out of the Necromancy facility tunnel. She was about to rush over after seeing her. Her unit stops her.
"look I think her unit she comfort her".
her other unit mate piped up, "maybe this want she need to trust them".
"ok, I Hope that it can bring them together more".
she jump up anyway dirtying of her uniform.
"want you doing".
"Making sure her unit known, just in case she goes off the deep end".
With that both her unit mates jump up too. She and her unit rushes of to find her rival.