Marks ones
It was a very long surgery.
The doctor had removed Willa second vocal codes. Which was the hardest part of the surgery. And the riskiest part also. As the chances of death are much higher, as it in her throat. If there missed up by, a millimetre she could have died. But after 11 hours there had removed them.
‘Thank the gods, that over.’ Alban Hearst thought.
There was some damage to her speaking codes. The doctor is known longer alive. Once Alban found out about his mistake. He had him dragged of. And used for part, will he be still breathing. He giggled remembering his pleases. That was a wonderful time indeed.
He quickly gathers another doctor, who performed the next half of the surgery. He placed a small device hear her ears in and out of her skull, that stop her from hearing sound. That above human hearing and stop her from using farspeech or people from contacting her. The second gift of being a witch. But since birth Willa has hated herself. She believes in the Camarilla ways. That witches should be cleanse from the earth.
Her plans bring her daughter to her side or kill her. Or least that is part of her plan, there kid that has been raised in secret will rise and be the first to walk in a world with no witches. Effecting the earth.
She had been on bed rest for the last few days. That little mistake, and of cause the surgery had taken a toll. With no visitors allowed. Today however was the day she was allowed. She could finally speak, not great and not full sentences but still. She could speak. And that right know was better the latter.
Alban Hearst had taken over the communication, with the troops. He had received the report, of the bombing. He was very pleased with the outcome, the witch plague and killed the witches first before the bomb killed the remaining people. A nice over up, he thinks.
He was also pleased that Penelope was killed. And that the witches didn’t know her envelopment. Or more, that her father. Gave her up, so there could help him become president. Little did he know, he wasn’t going to be the President. For a few reasons, he married a witch, and his family history was crossed over with witches. There had quickly found some else in mind to become President.
But right know they’re going to keep Silver. His, a good puppet. He thinks.
Know he walks down a lightly coloured hallway. Toward Willa room within their hide out. He needs to know the next step. And inform her about the success of the bomb, and the three attack of the former spree agents.
He braces himself as he stands outside her door.
He loves her more than anything. He was so young, there well both were. But to found someone that thought the same way and on top that save him from his father. A hateful man, that only knows violence. He values to never let her go. Her plan was to join the military learn their ways. Once she knows that she would leave. And stay the extinction of them all. At first, she was going to give them the option but after some deep thinking. She options to just kill them all. He could be more, happy with that outcome.
“my love, I have great new. The bomb it worked.”
She smiles at him. That was great to hear, she thinks. She is really glad the plan is working so well. There had worked on this, part of the plan for four mouths. She held his hand tight. And kissed it.
“Also, more good news, my sister campaign is going well. Killed other several of them this past week.”
She could tell he was worried, “your sister is fine”.
“yes, but I haven’t heard for her or any of them in the last few days.”
“what was her next move”.
With a smile, “her plan, is a full-on attack, take as many as possible while pushing out of the woods. Then kill the captured, so when the Alder send her pest. There will too be late to save, them.”
“give her until the day we move” she swallowed; her throat started to hurt. “to city drop”.
“ok, what about us. What shall we do.”
“start bring in the spree, to save house and kill them.” somehow, she manages to say. She looks at him, just then she starts to cough up blood.
“oh, my love, you’re pushing yourself again”.
After a while her coughing died down. Her throat very painful. He leans down and kisses her forehead.
“I will allow you to rest, I will return to night.”
She watches him leave. Her thought finally positive.
Finally, alone again. she thinks of her daughter how to bring her over to their side. She has a few ideas; she could have her captured again. But inside of trying to kill her, there could bring her around to there side. But there are always risk to that plan. Like her people finder her and you know the rest.
Second, I could just reappear and explain my thoughts. Pray to the gods that it will work. I could capture her loves ones and force her hand to comply. Or the last option kill her and make sure it sticks.
****
Izadora paced around her office. Paperwork everywhere. Books open. She couldn’t stop but mutter to herself.
She had just down three surgeries. And had found that, connected to the other information she had with the other dead bodies. All the witches had died frost then, the civilians. But on top of that, she knows what kills them. She had found in one of the bombers, that was inside the airport. And so, for the past few hours she had gone though all her work, to found what she was looking for.
She didn’t hear the door open. She didn’t hear her name be called. Or someone walking behind her. She just continued to mutter; thinks she had discovered. And the different link with other attack and cases. This is called a verbal brainstorming.
And the person that had walk in, understood this about her. And just sat down, with her food. She looks around and noticed it might have been sometime and so she just allows her presence to be there for her. know at some point she would have to step in or lean to her thread of thought.
****
General Stone entered a small camp, she didn’t know how many was there. But at least twenty or more. She had ordered her unit to stay back and keep a defence circle around the camp. She has divided them into two group, one defends and two search and destroy.
She was approached by one of the older people from the group. Him only in his twenties.
“why are you here”.
She stops walking, “we have come to protect you, in your home or take you too ours. Either way. We stay with you until this threat is gone.”
“you mean you will kill them.” one of them shout out.
Stone looked out at them.
“I do not judge those how wish not to fight. I have loved ones, that have chosen that path. So do not judge me and my people that are willing to do just that, kill. And one more thing, we don’t kill for the fun of it.”
She takes a breath, “Camarilla that attack you, because of an old prophecy”.
The leader raised her brow, “what Prophecy, and how did you find this out.” she folder her arms.
“the earth and sky union. But I don’t think it about a wedding or too tide coming together. But of the mother.” She gives a little bow, “how we found this, my youngest of my blood line, is connected to the mother. She investigates this prophecy once she learnt form the leader of the Camarilla. And before you ask, I do not know how she was close to them. I haven’t seen her in six years. But if this question carries with me. I will ask her for you.”
“So, tell me. What I need to know to protect you”.
“what do you need to know”.
General Stone gestured to the camp area, with two log to sit down and a soldering fire pit.
“everything you can.”
There both walked over a few of the younger ones joining them. Finally feeling protected, from then attacking them. She has this feel to her. Of want ever happens, this will work itself out.
There continued talk about everything. From how many of them there are. The different location, that there calls camp. So, where their true home was. She quickly founds out that their home was over run, a mouth ago. To how the Camarilla attack, what there use and how there treat the dead. She learnt a lot of form them; she kept an open channel to her team.
It been a good, few hours when a large explosion, ring out. Just two click from their location. General Stone quickly stands from her sit. She quickly contacted her team. Saying that there where under attack from the south. From the Camarilla camp. There had located it with the two hours she had been talking but sadly there had moved out and attack before the second platoon could call out.
She quickly halted the trim that where panic and was about to run.
“this is just part of there plan. create chaos, make you run, then while you run. Attack to kill.”
“how do you know this”.
“because that what I would do.”
With that everyone looks at each other then back at her. For guides. She understood this and straightened her posture. “gather your people into the heart of camp, my people can protect you better. This night will be hard. But I tell you know; the outcome will be the enemy down for the count.”
She quickly contacted her team.
‘Platoon one, move close and defend we not moving. Platoon two. Kill.’
Platoon one report back, ‘we have one down, need back up. Unable to….’
General Stone moved toward platoon location, ‘platoon two, there using blocker, platoon two. In danger. Move it on the double.’ She ordered.
She twisted her wrist out in front of her combined with her seed work. Creating a thick fog. All the trees fade away. The Trim watched as she did this. And created their own barriers of the unseen villain. Once the fog was up, she slowly back up and moved the Trim away into a near ditch, awaiting.