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Blood Red - Chapter 2
I think I saved all my pics on a lower setting by accident, they all seem lower quality than usual (not that it's particularly high to start with) and I didn't notice until I saw them all big and stretched out on this post. If I get time I'll try to redo some of the worst ones D:
Jada Greene is a young and eager guard of the city’s Inner Circle defences. Her father is the city governor and Commander-in-Chief of military assets. Jada’s job is to defend against the Reds who are banned from the city and are “hated and reviled for countless reasons”, which are not yet explained though Jada describes them as, “awful creatures, prone to violence and fits of insanity” and, “un-educated savages”. She later laments their impending doom at her father’s orders saying, “they’re still technically human beings.” Jada thinks she’s tough and couldn’t wait to put her training to use by catching her first Red but on the night of the first heavy fire on the Reds she freezes. Worse still, upon meeting her first wild red she’s caught off guard when he seems to know about an envelope she’d been sent that indicated she was somehow related to a Red (she’d passed it off as a prank by her co-workers). Instead of capturing the Red she acts on instinct and saves him but is caught in the cross-fire and shot by her patrol partner, Ray.
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Blood Red: Chapter 2
“Should we restrain her before she wakes?”
“No, Rurik. We need her to trust us; we just have to convince her before she goes.”
“What if she escapes before we do? She’s trained to
She rolls her eyes, “It won’t come to that if we tell her about-....I think she’s coming round, you should go.”
A gentle thrumming stirs my senses. Words reach me strangled in the murky fog of another world,
“...restrain her...” the demon growls.
“No...”, says the gentle angel, “...just have to convince her...”
“...if she escapes...kill...”
Fear grips me, wrapping its icy fingers around my neck.
I awake as if I’ve surfaced from a great depth; clutching my throat and gasping for air. I immediately thrust my wrists out in front of me for inspection: they’re not tethered. My eyes dart around the dingy room stopping on the only other person there; a rather startled looking doctor with a nervous smile. It was just a dream: a nightmare. I smile shyly at the doctor as I try to gather my wits and steady my breathing. She visibly relaxes once I’ve calmed down and recovers what seems to be a naturally friendly demeanour.
“You gave me quite a fright there, sweetie. Bad dream?”
I nod sheepishly.
“Well, I hope they weren’t all bad, you’ve been out for two days!”
I try to wade through the fog in my brain to remember what happened.
As if reading my mind she interrupts, “You were shot while on patrol”.
Ray! He must be eaten up with guilt.
“You lost a lot of blood on the way here”, she continues, “You had to have a blood transfusion”.
I nod solemnly wondering what hell Dad must’ve gone through these past few days.
When are visiting hours anyway? I really need a Dad hug about now.
“Luckily it wasn’t a conventional bullet; it was one of those silver tipped wooden ones. They can be nasty little buggers mind; I spent ages removing all the splinters but they still make for smaller, cleaner wounds”, she smiles softly, “I never really understood why your guys use those anyway...”
I didn’t even know military hospitals employed civilians anymore but she’s definitely not military. God, even Ray’s
knows why we use silver-tipped wooden flechettes, “The reds...if you don’t kill them properly they come back as vampires. We aim for the heart”. I can’t help but glare at her incredulously while her mouth gapes as if this is breaking news. Then it hits me: she said, “your guys”. Not, “our guys” or “we”. I swallow hard and ask, “Where am I? Are you a... a Red?”
“Jada, please just hear us out -“
“Where. Am. I?” My voice is low but forceful.
She takes a deep breath and smoothes her coat before answering, “I’m Olivia. This is my natural hair colour but I count Reds as family. You’re in the basement of our hospital”.
“And that is where exactly?”
“Beyond the city limits.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry; I’m
in the heart of enemy territory.
“Is this a real hospital? Are you even a real doctor?!” I might be yelling now, it’s hard to tell when I can hear my pulse thumping so hard in my skull.
“This hospital’s make-shift but it’s as real as it gets for us. I’m... well, I was a qualified nurse long ago but I guess you could say I’m a self-taught doctor now. We don’t exactly have regular universities out here.” Her voice is low and even, she’s maintaining eye contact but not aggressively. I
what she’s doing. Dad uses this technique when he’s trying to spin some political controversy his way without angering the crowds. The low, even voice says, “I’m not a threat, calm down” and the friendly eye contact says, “You can trust me!”
“You’re not even a doctor and you gave me a blood trans-” I recoil in horror as the realisation hits me, “You
with the blood of
you’re tainted!” a husky voice retorts sarcastically from the doorway. It’s
! My first wild red: the one Ray’s bullet was meant for.
“Rurik, I told you I would handle this” Olivia chastises.
“And it seemed to be going really well.” He smirks as she glares at him.
I watch the exchange in awe. The only reds I’ve met before were captive; subservient. Not like
. I was stunned before but I’m completely dumbfounded now. The savage has me hostage; I’m cornered in
cage as if
the wild animal! I find myself unwillingly playing my part, frozen in fear and cowering before him, mentally if not physically. I pray that my body language and expression don’t betray me. Stripped of my weapon and back-up, stranded in a barren land unknown to me I’m completely at his mercy. My only hope is to hold out for rescue and pray he doesn’t kill me before then.
He perches on the edge of the desk; cool as a cucumber though the tension is palpable, to me at least. Olivia breaks the silence, “Are you comfortable? Can we get you...anything?”
I’d been so focused on the Red; I’d momentarily forgotten she was even in the room. She’s trying to disarm me again, gain my trust: Abduction 101. I shake my head slowly, reluctant to speak in case my voice shows my fear.
“We’re not the enemy, Jada” She says softly. I recall the red saying similar right before I was shot. “We won’t lie to you. Ask anything you want; I’m sure you have many questions.”
Damn her and her soothing voice: she’s good, better than Dad! ...but at least I feel a little more able to utter a sentence without collapsing into a wobbling mess on the floor. I take a deep breath and they all come out in one fast, rambling line, “Why am I here? Is this because Dad’s the Governor? Are you gonna kill me if you don’t get your ransom?”
They exchange raised eyebrows before the Red laughs, “We haven’t
you! At least, not intentionally!”
What the hell does that even mean?!
“It worked out great for us that you ended up here but trust me, it wasn’t pre-meditated”, Olivia soothes, “You’re free to leave if you wish, we only ask that you hear us out first. Rurik had rendered your partner unconscious in self-defence. You were wounded and bleeding heavily. Who knew when someone would raise the alarm? Even if they did would they get you help in time? Rurik brought you here to save your life".
Why the hell would a Red want to save a guard?
“Call us even”, he grunts and Olivia sighs in exasperation.
I look him in the eye, “but you mentioned the letter? You knew my name. How is that even possible if it was just a happy accident?” He shifts uncomfortably and looks to Olivia.
“I sent the letter”, she says, “Rurik was my messenger. He was on his way home when the attacks came, blocking his route. He doubled back on himself to find another route. It was coincidence...fate that that’s when you found him.”
“Why did you send it? What does it mean?”
"I... I guess I’d hoped you had your own suspicions like Ru-“, she stops short, pausing to choose her words carefully, “you were more
than we hoped”.
“Integrated with what?”
A sad smile flickers across her lips, “with your society’s political and military philosophy”
“Political and military? So this
about my Dad?” He technically commands both.
“Well, he is one hell of an over-achieving Führer!” The Red sneers.
“My Dad’s a
man who makes tough decisions for the greater good!”
Instantly we’re nose to nose, him snarling through gritted teeth, “When are you gonna wake the hell up?
He’s a devil in disguise...
I gasp, taken aback by his ferociousness but my earlier fear is replaced with anger, “You want me to help you stage a coup, is
it?! I am
to call myself his daughter and proud to serve his city ridding it of evils like
!” I growl back at him forgetting my own reservations about my father’s plans in the heat of the moment. He flinches, eyes boring in to me then he abruptly pulls away.
I’ve heard enough. I turn to Olivia, “Can I leave now?”
“You haven’t heard us out”, he spits, avoiding eye contact.
“Rurik, get the clothes”, Olivia’s soft tones are a welcome reprieve. As she continues, he gawps at her then dutifully stalks out the room, “I had to cut your clothes off in the OR. What’s left was caked in blood so Rurik asked around for some clothes donations”. She smiles apologetically, “It’s not much I’m afraid but we make or scavenge most of what we wear so we have to make do”. Rurik comes back in and chucks first my work boots, which I’m grateful to see, then a bundle of clothes on the bed.
, if he were a normal guy I’d swear he was sulking but for all I know being a grade-A asshole is typical behaviour for Reds.
“It’s fine”, I reply, “ I only need them to get me home to
” I emphasis the last word making sure Rurik hears.
I’ve never met anyone so infuriatingly petulant in my life and now it’s rubbing off!
I dress in the adjoining bathroom, grateful the outfit covers my bandages; Dad doesn’t need any more worries than he already has! I take a moment to gee myself up for what’s sure to be an epic journey:
You’re a circle guard, Jada. You just shouted down an angry Red,
You can manage a walk home through enemy territory! Now puff out that chest and show me that winning smile!
If only my insides were grinning half as wide!
I smile politely at Olivia and ignore Rurik as I walk out past them toward the door. As I reach it Olivia calls me, “Jada. Don’t you want to know how we know so much about you?”
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Current Plot Point: Kidnapped
Previous Plot Points: Beware the Nice Guy.
Word Count: 1700 exactly!
CC Used: Yes, all of it! See below.
Hero Type: Chosen One
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On the surface, Jada’s super hero outfit is pretty normal looking but it’s symbolic, honest!
I think it needs explaining though...
Her Government Issue boots obviously represent the world she comes from: they’re clean, shiny and rigid. She’s attached to them (“my work boots, which I’m grateful to see”) because they’re a reminder of everything she’s ever known or loved.
The shirt and skirt represent Rurik and Olivia’s world. The shirt is torn and from another era, obviously scavenged from the abandoned buildings while the skirt has that same leather and buckles, home-made rebel look that Rurik’s clothes have. Together they’re the same configuration as Jada’s own scruffy civilian clothes from chapter 1: short, grungy skirt and modesty-preserving top... so not an entirely new image for her despite them being enemy’s clothes.
So...the super hero outfit represents two very different worlds being brought together by one person who's unique in her ability to find comfort in both...is all I'm gonna say without giving
much away! :p
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Pic 2 – Fog: fog emitter (Ambitions)
Pic 2 – Fire: FX machines (Late night)
Pic 2 – Pink sparkle and glow: genie hover animation from moviemaker cheats. (Showtime)
All pics - Custom light intensity and colours
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Poses: IMHO, Spladoum, Traelia and CMO - pose player
Eyes: Escand's Oh My eyes
Clothes: All non-EA are from All-About-Style.com
Hair: Olivia and Jada up do = mybluebook, Jada hair down = I’m trying to find it!! Anybody knows please tell me, lol
Brows: Haven’t narrowed it down yet!
Make-up: Kittyklan eye bags, Arisuka contour make-up
Accessories: Demon horns by CloudwalkerNZ
Custom World: Silent Hill (the exchange)
Lot: Negone by Armonia (GoS)
Hospital set by Hekate (MTS)
OMSP by Granthes (MTS)
Cloudwalkerz - Hardballer (MTS)
Extractor fan window by Luna (SimsLulamai)
Born into the grave - rusty patterns by Aikea Guinea (GoS)
three metal textures by Gelydh (Club Crimsyn)
Industry & metalurgy patterns sets by Bec (tribeccasims3)
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