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OOC: Been a while, eh? Short chapter, but it does move things along. These next two chapters hold the mid-season finale, so get excited. Sh*t's about to get REAL
EPISODE IX
“The Fates”
Alleta Smith
Newark, New Jersey
Snow fell from the sky, the dark gray clouds splattered with the gently falling white flakes. Alleta shivered slightly, crossing her arms against her body as the icy breeze slid against her. It was a quiet breeze, not a raging wind, nor a fierce torrent, but a kind of nagging frostiness. Her shoes crunched gently against the inch of snow on the sidewalk as she wandered down the street. A sigh escaped her lips, clouding up in front of her like a veil.
So much for that trip taking up the whole day…
She glanced up, flakes of snow catching in her dark hair as she glanced up and down the street. The street lights flickered slightly, the shadows dancing along the faint whiteness on the ground. Alleta looked forlornly at the sky, eyes glazed over as she wandered aimlessly down the sidewalk.
God… Too cold to fly… Why do I feel like I’m missing something here?
A bell sounded slightly, and Alleta’s heart raced for a split second. Yet her shivering shoulders relaxed as the familiar sound of a church bell rang. The tolling bells filled the air with their resounding crescendo, and Alleta couldn’t help but smile, her eyes falling up the road and catching a glance of a small gray church. The roof was layered with snow, but she caught the faint hint of a glow within the stained-glass windows. A subtle warmth filled her heart, and Alleta altered her footsteps slightly, her small body sillouhetted against the vast whiteness of the snow-covered Garden State.
The small church’s oaken wood door felt heavy against Alleta’s hand. Her numb fingers felt rough as she pushed against the wood, the great door swinging open with a deep creak. Warmth hit her like a wave, and she scurried quickly inside. The numbness of her face melted away, like the cold was thawing off her body, and she sighed with relief. Comfort and solace once again filled her mind.
The church was dark, only lit by a few candles. Alleta walked quietly down the main aisle, slipping past row upon row of tiny pews. The altar itself was only lit by two golden candles, each ones burning brightly beneath a large, wooden cross. Alleta bowed her head slightly.
Father…. I know I meant to fly… it feels right when I do it… but there’s still this itch… this urge that I’ve got to do something…. What is it?
“Ughhhhh!”
Alleta’s heart leaped in its cavity, blood pumping as she spun around, the low growl piercing her spiritual reverie. Her eyes sped wildly every which way, fearfully glancing from corner to corner, until they fell on the first pew. There was a figure lying on the wooden bench, a large, worn blanket draped across its body. His face was battered and grisly, like a statue beaten by the elements for many years. His face contracted subconsciously, his body tightening in his sleep as he let out another hacking cough. Alleta froze, immobile, silhouetted in the golden light as the slumbering man turned over, facing his back towards the warmth of the flames.
“It’s been a while since he’s been able to sleep in peace I think.”
A warm voice caught Alleta by surprise, and she turned to see a dark, clad figure standing in the doorway. A man, dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple black button up dress shirt strode into the sanctuary. She opened her mouth slightly as the preacher walked into the candlelight, a look of bemusement across his features.
“It’s too cold in the other parts of the building, the sanctuary is the only place I can reliably heat,” he explained, gesturing to the sleeping man before turning to face Alleta with a soft smile, “I’m Reverend Miles, I’m the pastor here. Can I help you?”
Alleta smiled softly, shaking his outstretched hand as she turned gently to face the altar.
“Alleta Smith,” she said quietly, smiling somewhat sheepishly as she gestured to the sanctuary, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb anyone. It was just cold, and I saw the light on and…”
“It’s alright Alleta,” replied Reverend Miles, nodding to the door as he walked to stand beside the sleeping man, “It’s freezing outside; far be it from me to deny the Lord’s sanctuary from those who seek it.” Alleta smiled, fondness creeping into her heart. It seemed like her Catholic days were so far away… she had always been a believer, and yet the solace and comfort she felt right now was a feeling long past a distant memory…
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Alleta glanced up, caught off guard by the reverend’s question. Reverend Miles was sitting next to the sleeping man. His hand was held in front of his mouth, back facing the lips, a few scant hairs on his hand breezing back and forth with the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping man’s breath. Yet his almond shaped, dark chocolate brown eyes were staring directly at Alleta. As she locked eyes with him, she felt those dark chocolate orbs staring even deeper. As if he was staring into her very soul.
“Excuse me?” she asked, confusion etched across her face, and the Reverend just smiled, standing back up as he adjusted the blanket covering the grizzled guest, “Question?”
“Can I help you?” he repeated, stepping forward and folding his hands in front of himself, and in that moment, the stark bizarreness of this preacher struck Alleta. His features were young and sharp. A sharp, angular jawline caught the candlelight, and his slim figure cast an elongated shadow upon the stone floor. Alleta couldn’t help notice the roughness of his knuckles as he held them in front of himself. Calloused, unlike most of the preachers she had seen. He was not much older than herself… and yet, as she stared into those eyes, she saw a deep understanding in those brown pools. Something she couldn’t quite place. But somehow, she felt her tongue loosened without any warning or explanation.
“I don’t know…” she blurted out, surprising even herself with her straightforwardness, “I was just wandering and… I don’t know, I’m just feeling like I…”
“Lost? Like there is something out there you should be doing and you don’t know what it is? Like you have been given a gift and feel like it means you should be doing more with it?” Alleta froze, mouth open as Reverend Miles grinned. “I’m a pastor Alleta. I’m good at reading things.”
“That’s incredible,” she whispered, and the Reverend simply smiled.
“We all have gifts Alleta. And the time is always presented to us when we can use those gifts to do what God has called us to do. People spend their entire lives looking for that time. Just keep your eyes wide and your heart open. You will hear what God is calling you to do.”
Fabio Lei Lombardi
Tokyo, Japan
The airplane came to a landing with a roaring screech. Tires scraped against the asphalt of the runway, and the blazing jet engines slowed to a gentle rumble. Yuuka stood there, an expensive white coat clinging tightly to her youthful figure, dark brown tresses blowing in the wind as she stared at the taxi-ing aircraft.
“Be nice Yuuka,” hissed Niyagi, carefully adjusting his tie as he staring at the approaching aircraft, “We need this deal to go through. Our sponsors really want this to happen. It was stressed to me-“
“Shut it Niyagi-san,” replied Yuuka sweetly, her ruby lips pursing as the venom spewed from her mouth, “I don’t give a shit about your deals and your superiors. I’ll judge him when he gets here.” She smiled, eyes shielded against the wind by a pair of large, dark sunglasses, but gasped as Niyagi grabbed her shoulder roughly. Yuuka breathed in, about to spit out a retort, but Niyagi leaned in, cutting her off with a dark whisper.
“Careful, Anji…” he whispered in cold Japanese, “I’m paid to make sure you see out your contract. You violate that, our terms are null. And then there is nothing to stop me from silencing that pretty mouth of yours...”
Yuuka’s heart flickered slightly, the blood in her veins going icy in a single moment. Niyagi’s fingers dug deep into her arm before releasing quickly as the plane drew to a stop. She bit her tongue slightly, her eyes blinking as she remained steadfast. However, as the door opened, she shook off that fear, a smile gracing her lips as a golden light seemed to emanate from the opening.
“I judge well,” she breathed quietly, her heart skipping again, this time, in a deeper, warmer fashion. The young man walked slowly down the aisle, a small suitcase clutched in his powerful, large hand. He brushed the hair from his golden skin, his beautiful eyes staring down at catching a look at Yuuka. He smiled as he approached the bottom of the stairs, walking over to her and extending a hand.
“Miss Ookiyama?” he asked, his voice ringing with all the celestial glory of an angelic choir, “Pleasure to finally meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Yuuka said, her smile widening as she removed her sunglasses, locking eyes with Fabio as she took his large hand in her slender fingers, “Welcome to Tokyo. And call me Yuuka…”
Olivia Harrison
Los Angeles, California
“I can’t believe we did that,” said Mike, a look of shock on his face as he stared at the jar of cash in his hand. His voice was one of disbelief, and yet, it held traces of being impressed. Viva snaked her fingers around his, smiling broadly as she stared him in the face.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” she said coyly, her gray eyes sparkling with a mischievous glare, “Every likes a little bad in a boy.”
“Hehe, yeah, I guess,” he replied sheepishly, running his hands through his hair as they walked down the sidewalks. He paused for a moment, glancing up at the small building towering above them, “Well, this is my place. It was nice to meet you, Viva.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” replied Viva, tossing her streaked hair to the side and smiling up at the tall, handsome fellow, her finger running down his chest scintillatingly, “I enjoyed our little fun together.” She smiled for a moment, locking eyes with him as she leaned in a little farther. “Perhaps,” she whispered sweetly, “It doesn’t have to end…” Mike seemed to hesitate, and she smiled darkly, leaning forward as her eyes closed, but there was a sudden movement. She opened them, gray orbs flashing as Mike seemed to retreat, leaning back as a hesitant look crossed his face.
“Look,” he said, a regretful look coming over his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on… but I’m kinda involved with someone.” He sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets as he looked apologetically at Viva. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but… I’m sorry. You’re really cute, and nice, but I just can’t…”
Olivia’s eyes softened. Her heart weakened, and she felt a growing sadness in her body.
“It’s okay…” she said quietly, her quiet gray eyes glistening as she smiled in understanding, “I did enjoy hanging out with you today.” Mike smiled, and squeezed her outstretched hand before starting to walk up the stairs. Olivia sighed, and began to turn.
Oh hell no!
Viva turned, gray eyes burning with a combination of anger and lust. Raging feels burned through her body, and she tightened her fists as she stared at Mike opening the door to his apartment.
Viva! What are you doing?
“I did not get us this far just to give up, you little shit,” she growled, the guttural sound emanating from her soft lips as she quickly marched up the stairs. Mike frowned, turning around with a questioning look on his face, only for his protest to be silenced by Viva’s lips. Viva through her arms around him, their lips touching in a single moment of passion. Viva slid her fingers through his mousey brown hair, intertwining his locks in her hands as she kissed him passionately, deeper and deeper. His protests died down, his resistence becoming returned vigor as they backed into the apartment….
VIVA! VIVA!!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...
EPISODE IX
“The Fates”
Alleta Smith
Newark, New Jersey
Snow fell from the sky, the dark gray clouds splattered with the gently falling white flakes. Alleta shivered slightly, crossing her arms against her body as the icy breeze slid against her. It was a quiet breeze, not a raging wind, nor a fierce torrent, but a kind of nagging frostiness. Her shoes crunched gently against the inch of snow on the sidewalk as she wandered down the street. A sigh escaped her lips, clouding up in front of her like a veil.
So much for that trip taking up the whole day…
She glanced up, flakes of snow catching in her dark hair as she glanced up and down the street. The street lights flickered slightly, the shadows dancing along the faint whiteness on the ground. Alleta looked forlornly at the sky, eyes glazed over as she wandered aimlessly down the sidewalk.
God… Too cold to fly… Why do I feel like I’m missing something here?
A bell sounded slightly, and Alleta’s heart raced for a split second. Yet her shivering shoulders relaxed as the familiar sound of a church bell rang. The tolling bells filled the air with their resounding crescendo, and Alleta couldn’t help but smile, her eyes falling up the road and catching a glance of a small gray church. The roof was layered with snow, but she caught the faint hint of a glow within the stained-glass windows. A subtle warmth filled her heart, and Alleta altered her footsteps slightly, her small body sillouhetted against the vast whiteness of the snow-covered Garden State.
The small church’s oaken wood door felt heavy against Alleta’s hand. Her numb fingers felt rough as she pushed against the wood, the great door swinging open with a deep creak. Warmth hit her like a wave, and she scurried quickly inside. The numbness of her face melted away, like the cold was thawing off her body, and she sighed with relief. Comfort and solace once again filled her mind.
The church was dark, only lit by a few candles. Alleta walked quietly down the main aisle, slipping past row upon row of tiny pews. The altar itself was only lit by two golden candles, each ones burning brightly beneath a large, wooden cross. Alleta bowed her head slightly.
Father…. I know I meant to fly… it feels right when I do it… but there’s still this itch… this urge that I’ve got to do something…. What is it?
“Ughhhhh!”
Alleta’s heart leaped in its cavity, blood pumping as she spun around, the low growl piercing her spiritual reverie. Her eyes sped wildly every which way, fearfully glancing from corner to corner, until they fell on the first pew. There was a figure lying on the wooden bench, a large, worn blanket draped across its body. His face was battered and grisly, like a statue beaten by the elements for many years. His face contracted subconsciously, his body tightening in his sleep as he let out another hacking cough. Alleta froze, immobile, silhouetted in the golden light as the slumbering man turned over, facing his back towards the warmth of the flames.
“It’s been a while since he’s been able to sleep in peace I think.”
A warm voice caught Alleta by surprise, and she turned to see a dark, clad figure standing in the doorway. A man, dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple black button up dress shirt strode into the sanctuary. She opened her mouth slightly as the preacher walked into the candlelight, a look of bemusement across his features.
“It’s too cold in the other parts of the building, the sanctuary is the only place I can reliably heat,” he explained, gesturing to the sleeping man before turning to face Alleta with a soft smile, “I’m Reverend Miles, I’m the pastor here. Can I help you?”
Alleta smiled softly, shaking his outstretched hand as she turned gently to face the altar.
“Alleta Smith,” she said quietly, smiling somewhat sheepishly as she gestured to the sanctuary, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb anyone. It was just cold, and I saw the light on and…”
“It’s alright Alleta,” replied Reverend Miles, nodding to the door as he walked to stand beside the sleeping man, “It’s freezing outside; far be it from me to deny the Lord’s sanctuary from those who seek it.” Alleta smiled, fondness creeping into her heart. It seemed like her Catholic days were so far away… she had always been a believer, and yet the solace and comfort she felt right now was a feeling long past a distant memory…
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Alleta glanced up, caught off guard by the reverend’s question. Reverend Miles was sitting next to the sleeping man. His hand was held in front of his mouth, back facing the lips, a few scant hairs on his hand breezing back and forth with the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping man’s breath. Yet his almond shaped, dark chocolate brown eyes were staring directly at Alleta. As she locked eyes with him, she felt those dark chocolate orbs staring even deeper. As if he was staring into her very soul.
“Excuse me?” she asked, confusion etched across her face, and the Reverend just smiled, standing back up as he adjusted the blanket covering the grizzled guest, “Question?”
“Can I help you?” he repeated, stepping forward and folding his hands in front of himself, and in that moment, the stark bizarreness of this preacher struck Alleta. His features were young and sharp. A sharp, angular jawline caught the candlelight, and his slim figure cast an elongated shadow upon the stone floor. Alleta couldn’t help notice the roughness of his knuckles as he held them in front of himself. Calloused, unlike most of the preachers she had seen. He was not much older than herself… and yet, as she stared into those eyes, she saw a deep understanding in those brown pools. Something she couldn’t quite place. But somehow, she felt her tongue loosened without any warning or explanation.
“I don’t know…” she blurted out, surprising even herself with her straightforwardness, “I was just wandering and… I don’t know, I’m just feeling like I…”
“Lost? Like there is something out there you should be doing and you don’t know what it is? Like you have been given a gift and feel like it means you should be doing more with it?” Alleta froze, mouth open as Reverend Miles grinned. “I’m a pastor Alleta. I’m good at reading things.”
“That’s incredible,” she whispered, and the Reverend simply smiled.
“We all have gifts Alleta. And the time is always presented to us when we can use those gifts to do what God has called us to do. People spend their entire lives looking for that time. Just keep your eyes wide and your heart open. You will hear what God is calling you to do.”
Fabio Lei Lombardi
Tokyo, Japan
The airplane came to a landing with a roaring screech. Tires scraped against the asphalt of the runway, and the blazing jet engines slowed to a gentle rumble. Yuuka stood there, an expensive white coat clinging tightly to her youthful figure, dark brown tresses blowing in the wind as she stared at the taxi-ing aircraft.
“Be nice Yuuka,” hissed Niyagi, carefully adjusting his tie as he staring at the approaching aircraft, “We need this deal to go through. Our sponsors really want this to happen. It was stressed to me-“
“Shut it Niyagi-san,” replied Yuuka sweetly, her ruby lips pursing as the venom spewed from her mouth, “I don’t give a shit about your deals and your superiors. I’ll judge him when he gets here.” She smiled, eyes shielded against the wind by a pair of large, dark sunglasses, but gasped as Niyagi grabbed her shoulder roughly. Yuuka breathed in, about to spit out a retort, but Niyagi leaned in, cutting her off with a dark whisper.
“Careful, Anji…” he whispered in cold Japanese, “I’m paid to make sure you see out your contract. You violate that, our terms are null. And then there is nothing to stop me from silencing that pretty mouth of yours...”
Yuuka’s heart flickered slightly, the blood in her veins going icy in a single moment. Niyagi’s fingers dug deep into her arm before releasing quickly as the plane drew to a stop. She bit her tongue slightly, her eyes blinking as she remained steadfast. However, as the door opened, she shook off that fear, a smile gracing her lips as a golden light seemed to emanate from the opening.
“I judge well,” she breathed quietly, her heart skipping again, this time, in a deeper, warmer fashion. The young man walked slowly down the aisle, a small suitcase clutched in his powerful, large hand. He brushed the hair from his golden skin, his beautiful eyes staring down at catching a look at Yuuka. He smiled as he approached the bottom of the stairs, walking over to her and extending a hand.
“Miss Ookiyama?” he asked, his voice ringing with all the celestial glory of an angelic choir, “Pleasure to finally meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Yuuka said, her smile widening as she removed her sunglasses, locking eyes with Fabio as she took his large hand in her slender fingers, “Welcome to Tokyo. And call me Yuuka…”
Olivia Harrison
Los Angeles, California
“I can’t believe we did that,” said Mike, a look of shock on his face as he stared at the jar of cash in his hand. His voice was one of disbelief, and yet, it held traces of being impressed. Viva snaked her fingers around his, smiling broadly as she stared him in the face.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” she said coyly, her gray eyes sparkling with a mischievous glare, “Every likes a little bad in a boy.”
“Hehe, yeah, I guess,” he replied sheepishly, running his hands through his hair as they walked down the sidewalks. He paused for a moment, glancing up at the small building towering above them, “Well, this is my place. It was nice to meet you, Viva.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” replied Viva, tossing her streaked hair to the side and smiling up at the tall, handsome fellow, her finger running down his chest scintillatingly, “I enjoyed our little fun together.” She smiled for a moment, locking eyes with him as she leaned in a little farther. “Perhaps,” she whispered sweetly, “It doesn’t have to end…” Mike seemed to hesitate, and she smiled darkly, leaning forward as her eyes closed, but there was a sudden movement. She opened them, gray orbs flashing as Mike seemed to retreat, leaning back as a hesitant look crossed his face.
“Look,” he said, a regretful look coming over his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on… but I’m kinda involved with someone.” He sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets as he looked apologetically at Viva. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but… I’m sorry. You’re really cute, and nice, but I just can’t…”
Olivia’s eyes softened. Her heart weakened, and she felt a growing sadness in her body.
“It’s okay…” she said quietly, her quiet gray eyes glistening as she smiled in understanding, “I did enjoy hanging out with you today.” Mike smiled, and squeezed her outstretched hand before starting to walk up the stairs. Olivia sighed, and began to turn.
Oh hell no!
Viva turned, gray eyes burning with a combination of anger and lust. Raging feels burned through her body, and she tightened her fists as she stared at Mike opening the door to his apartment.
Viva! What are you doing?
“I did not get us this far just to give up, you little shit,” she growled, the guttural sound emanating from her soft lips as she quickly marched up the stairs. Mike frowned, turning around with a questioning look on his face, only for his protest to be silenced by Viva’s lips. Viva through her arms around him, their lips touching in a single moment of passion. Viva slid her fingers through his mousey brown hair, intertwining his locks in her hands as she kissed him passionately, deeper and deeper. His protests died down, his resistence becoming returned vigor as they backed into the apartment….
VIVA! VIVA!!!!
TO BE CONTINUED...
keep up the good work! extremely excited about this and the following chapters!