The truth
Tally is still holding on to Olly, yes feeling better. But she still needs that little help. As they walked into the infirmary, his colour had slowly returned to his face.
“Are you alright” Tally asked Olly.
“I think so, sorry about this. She did things that, even today” Olly starts taking long deep breaths. He couldn’t finish what he was saying, the memories taking over. Tally understanding that he could really talk about it spoke, “It's ok, no need for me to know. Your safe with me”
Putting her arm around his shoulder, pulling him a little close, for his comfort. Which seems to calm him down, quickly. Which seemed to reassure Tally and so they walked into the infirmary. As the door opened and stood in the lobby. There pausing at seeing a tall man, with naval clothing on. With a deep frown looking at the sign on the wall.
Tally straight away felt off. Know one just stand there checking out the sign, everyone. Or at least she know one has ever read the signs and just headed up stairs and asked the head fixer if there was such or such a person there.
The stairs door was just to the left of him. She could see two people there but could tell who was there without using her sight.
“Sir, are you lost?” Tally said seeing him frown a little.
He turned toward her and that frown turned into a creepy smile. Like he found a prize better than the one he was looking for.
“No, I'm good. But can i help you”
"I'm good thanks"
"I insist"
Olly removed himself from Tally's hold and stepped toward him. His eyes hard, the room air started to boil around his skin.
"She said she was good"
"You seem to bounce back real fast" his tone became more harsh. He really hated people standing up against him.
Here is the thing about Olly, he can hear people's thoughts, not always. Most have a good natural defence but he can’t stop with those that have none, like this guy. He had learned to hide this part of him.
Everything was in Olly's favour as this man before him, had no natural mental protection. So accessing his mind was as easy as breathing. Beginning around his family, they keep him grounded. And with a deep breath he did just that. Connect his mind with his.
Tally, all powerful knower that she is. It is at least going to be. Somehow connected with them. But as an observer with no ability to interact.
His thoughts hit his mind, freezing them both in place. Olly could see this mind thought and what he would do to them.
Looking through the eyes of the man, looking at himself and Tally. He could feel his feeling of lust mixed with annoyance at him being there.
His thoughts spin into to his inner and darkest thoughts. On what he would do, if he would have only a moment with Tally. Those images and his voice in his head. Was disturbing.
It was only a few seconds before Olly stepped back, his nose bleeding a little. He looked over at Tally and it was like she understood everything.
She walked over to the man, who looked confused. And punched him across his face, making him stumble back into the wall.
"Olly go up the stairs, now. I got this creep, don't worry."
He looks at her for a second and leaves after a second of reassurance stare from Tally.
As he entered the little room where the staircase he paused at seeing Scylla hugged what looked like a shell shock Libba.
"Tally took care of your father, but you are now part of my family, he will never touch you again."
He stepped closer, "I have a feeling you were heading out. But why don't we just head up and find a private area, to sit"
Scylla looked at him over Libba shoulder, "I you sure Tally got this"
With a grin, "better then I would be. And if your really worried, she called for aid"
"When she get arrested"
"No, not if she show them what she saw in his head when accidentally linked with him"
He waved his hands, “I can explain, but this isn’t the best placed to have this conversation”
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Nicta opened the cell, Izadora right behind her. Standing with a glazer that could kill.
"I'm glad you can't speak, because if you did. I think I would remove your tongue."
Izadora said from beside Nicta. She hates people looking at her or other witches like they are beneath civilians. Like they are meant to be slaves to them.
"She will have too soon," Nicta said, taking Willa hush by the arm and entering the Large room and forcefully walked her to the chair and quickly with the help of Izadora chained her down.
Nicta turned to everyone, “this is Willa Collar”
“Hearst” Willa grunted.
Nicta looked down at her, “when did that happen?”
“Before I joined the slave army, that protected this nation.”
Sarah stood up, “the army is not slaves, there is freedom within the army. But to a lowlife you will never know the truth”.
“But witches are slaves to the camarilla” within seconds of her words. Her whole body screamed at her, her body was slipping into two. One to curve into herself and cry the pain away and the second was to tell them the truth.
“I, one of the creators of the new Camarilla, I order you all to kneel” she closed her eyes as the pain started getting worse.
Nicta pulled her forward, “the more you lie, the more it is painful. It wouldn’t stop until you tell the truth, under questioning”
“So outside that”
“The pain is deadly to you, and doesn’t build up,” Nicta says, with a smile.
Willa face drains form colour.
“So tell us, who is the Spree leader?”
“You are,” Willa shouted.
Again within seconds her body screams at her with the pain of lying. But this time is a lot worse, to the point that she was screaming.
Nicta turned to everyone, “Raelle has this working that if someone lies, you will feel the pain you have done, to her or someone you should have cared for”
“Can we remove it?” Madame President Kelly Wade asked.
“You are asking for me to remove something that is getting us the truth. If you can’t handle the truth, fucking leave. But you will tell the world who the leader is of the Spree”
She stares at her intently, “Willa, why lie about me”
“It was easy” the pain only dulled a little.
Nicta finally looked away from Kelly and looked at Willa.
“Easy”
“Yea, you were the leader that didn’t kill. That wouldn't change the world with words. You are weak, when I step up, people fall in line. They followed my rule, and when i said this is Nicta’s new way. There did them all without question”
“You manipulated thousands, but the one that knew me however followed me when I left and moved away, to the depth of woods. There i was until my daughter found me”
Willa tried to pull at her chain and stand up.
“She mine, not your”
"Tell them what you did, to you so called daughter." Nicta almost yelled.
"Nothing that wasn't necessary"
Izadora holds Nicta back from punching her across the face.
Sarah stepped forward “tell me what did you do too Raelle” she looked at Nicta and back at Willa “Stone that was Necessary”.
With a smile “ever scar on her, is form me, or my beloved Alban”
“Which one was from Alban”
“The one over her heart, most of the ones that she got through the slumber party” Willa quickly closed her eyes, as the pain once again increased.
“What part was you lying about”
“I took part in the slumber party, she was too out of it. After the full night of fun. I and Alban enjoyed yourself”
Nicta's heart dropped, she had been the one to find Raelle in the hell there called Slumber party. That's how close she was to death. The endless nightmare as she recovered. The damaged nerves ending that she has to deal with to this day, that with every movement her body screams at her. When she first woke up, she passed out every time she moved.
“So you're the leader of the Camarilla and the spree” Kelly broke the stunned silence.
She got up from her chair, “i know longer need to be here to see this, Nicta. Come with me, we will discuss the member that you know”
Nicta didn’t move her eyes fixed on Willa, “she was never your daughter. She is mine, Edwin and Williams' kid. And no words you say will change that. I am grateful that Olly is blood related to you. But the shit you did to him as well, will never be given. So if at any point you somehow you get freed, I will come for you and your death will be my first. And you will which that you just talked to someone, about your dysphoria about being a witch”
She step forward, “because that what you are, and there nothing you can do that can changed that, Willa hater of her own kind”
She was about to move forward when Petra and Izadora both dragged her out of the room.
“I will come for, murder” Nicta shouted.
Once there were further down the corridor there stopped. And realised they hold on, her. Nicta looked at them. After a moment of taking a deep breath she finally spoke.
“Once your done, Izadora we need to talk”
“About,” Petra said.
She looked at her with dead eyes, “after everything you have done to me. You don’t have a say on who I speak with and want, about.”
Izadora placed her hand on her shoulder and squeezed. Getting her to look at her.
“I will meet you, at your daughter side”
With that she bowed at her, turned on her heels and walked away to the end of the corridor, waiting for Kelly to arrive. Which she did shortly after.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her”
“Petra, you're my Superior Officer. And a close friend, this is one thing we don’t talk about. Understand”
“Why not”
“Because that woman, as seen hell, like I have. And I'm telling you if I found out, from your mouth and not her, what you did to her. Our friendship will be gone. And hatred will take its place. You what me to stand by you”
“Of cause”
“Then don’t talk about Nicta and your relationship.”
“Ok,” with a deep breath and stretch of her lower back, “let's get this done”
And with that they entered the room once again, closing the door. As Sarah punched Willa across the face. This was no longer getting information from her.
“Sarah, i thought you would wait”
With a chuckle, Sarah looked at them. “I have seen what she had done to Raelle, and I couldn't wait.”
“No need to explain, i have some new for her that i think she need to know before we continue”
“And what that”
“That we found Alban, and the walking corpse that he is. Is killing every Camarilla, and we aren’t going to stop him.”
“You lie,” Willa whispered.
“We do not, he has already killed seventeen people, and a few more that tried to stop him. When he's done with the ones he knows. If he still alive and wanting to kill we will direct him to them as well”
Petra leans in and whispers that only she could hear her, “I like the little lie at the end there.”