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writing-by-katt · 1 year ago

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Chapter 4: But We Have Homework?

3:30 am

A red 2018 toyota prius pulls up to the precinct. Two figures step out, a short blonde girl with bandages on her face and knuckles and a tall woman with short blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. The woman wears sea green scrubs with little smiley faces all over them over a white turtleneck athletic shirt. She has comfortable shoes and has her badge clipped to her pocket. Her badge has a cute little smiley face holding it on an elastic string. The girl has a pale pink and white Nike gym bag slung over her right shoulder and the surgeon carries a matching backpack along with a white violin case.

As soon as the duo makes their way through the doors, they’re ushered into a conference room full of impatient people. Carina scuffs her shoes nervously, eyes scanning the room for her sister. She halts in her tracks when she notices Aksana isn’t in the room.

A middle-aged woman introduces herself as Special Agent Clawson. Her dark skin was complimented by curly black hair pulled into a braided top knot. Clawson wore minimal mascara and neutral lipstick. She was only a few inches taller than Carina so she had to look up at the tall surgeon.

“Thank you for your cooperation Ms…”

“Vasha. Vasha Popov. It is saddening to hear about my dear friends the Bjornos. This is Carina Vilkov, where, might I ask is dear Aksana?” Elisabetta asks with an embellished accent. The two women share a stiff handshake as Agent Clawson scans Carina’s injuries. The team knew that she was involved in underground fights but no teenager should be hurt this badly and still be functioning. Noting the girl’s exhaustion and the fact that it was nearly 3:45 am and the girl probably hadn’t had more than a little nap, she made a decision.

“Carina dear, your father has sent some men to pick you and your sister up. They are three doors down, Agents Dawson and Moore will take you there. Your sister is there too.”

The two called agents stood from their chairs at the end of the table. Dawson smiled softly at the injured girl as Moore glared daggers at ‘Vasha’. Currently, there was no probable cause to detain the ‘auntie’ as she was not one of the Jade Sisterhood’s known members and hadn’t presented an opportunity but he knew she was hiding something. Without proof though, it was futile. None of their claims would hold up in court so they would have to continue to bide their time.

Agent Dawson took both of the girl’s bags from the two and started to slowly lead her down the hall. Dawson could tell that their charge was in pain whenever she attempted to speak so they decided to fill the silence themself.

“My name is Briar Dawson, pronouns they/them. That sourpuss over there is Zach Moore, he/him. You’re Carina Vilkov correct? Are your pronouns she/her?” They ask with a smile, assuming yes or no questions would be the easiest form of communication. Carina nods while flashing a thumbs-up.

“Good to know,” the agent smiles, “would you like me to fill you in on what’s been going on so far or would you like your sister with you? Thumbs up for now, thumbs down for Aksana being present.”

Carina flashes a thumbs up. Aksana has probably been through a lot today, she doesn’t need to live through it again just for her sake.

“Alrighty kiddo. As your sister told you, your mother and stepfather perished this morning in a gang-related incident. Did you see the smoky haze in the city this morning? That was the warehouse that was attacked.” Dawson takes a good look at Carina, they want to make sure they don’t overwhelm the poor kid.

“When the fire was put out, investigators determined that there was a larger threat so we, the FBI, were called in. We found out that you and your sister were in need of a transfer of guardianship so we located your father and he agreed to take the both of you in. One of your brothers was in Chicago for a business trip and just so happened to stop in the city before he flew back to Italy. We were able to get ahold of him and he agreed to take you back with him. His security team is here to take you two to the airport so that you can leave for Italy ASAP. I’m sure you're both exhausted so this may be hard to understand right now.”

“Brovers?” Carina’s shock was written all over her face. Even though the slurred words, Moore and Dawson could tell that she had no idea that she had a brother.

Moore sighed, “Kid, this is going to come as a shock to you, but you have 7 brothers. You’ll be staying with them at your father’s estate, at least for the time being. Your sister has our numbers in case you need anything and you can always call the American Embassy, they’ll be able to help you. Your brothers range from 30 years old to 17. In order from oldest to youngest, their names are; Viktor, Adrik, Santo, Vito, Luciano, Demitre, and Damyan. Now that I think about it, you have something in common with Santo and Vito, they’re twins too. Your father's name is Cesare Mezzasalma, founder and CEO of Apex Security.” The man places a steady hand on the teen’s shoulder in a silent gesture of solidarity.

Carina stays silent but an unspoken question lingers in the air. What?

“When you and your sister were born, there was a tragic car accident. You, Aksana, and your mother perished after a drunk driver struck the vehicle transporting you from the hospital to your family’s estate. As it turns out, your mother faked her’s and you girls’ deaths in order to flee the country with her lover, Greg Bjorno. At this moment, it appears as though your mother did this to avoid the public backlash that was predicted should she divorce your father,” Dawson hesitates, their fingers twitching as they ponder whether to say the next piece of information, “She brought you, girls, with her because it was the most convenient cover story. We have reason to believe that your mother suffered from BPD and NPD. She loved you but was very insecure and tended to be defensive to an excess. Tell me, did you and your sister live in Harlem, alone, or did you live with your parents in Tribeca?” The kindly agent looks at Carina expectantly.

Time seems to stop as images play through Carina’s mind. Her and her sister walking home from school. Their arms locked as they chatted about the day. Aksana’s long ponytail and Carina’s ballet bun reflect bits of twilight as they walk. The pair reaches a run-down but classy building in need of a new coat of paint.

Aksana’s lightly tanned hand turns a gold knob on a dark green door that opens to cracked tiles and exposed brick. The twins climb three flights of stairs before reaching the top floor. At the end of the hallway is a mint green door with a brass handle. The paint is chipping slightly but there are tiny flowers painted all over it. Their apartment wasn’t much but it was home. The tiny kitchen was heavily worn with peeling linoleum floors. There was a little circular table next to a window that had two chairs and a vase of hand-made paper tiger lilies and baby’s breath. The bathroom counter was small and stocked full of Aksana’s makeup and perfumes. A pastel floral shower curtain and bathmat matched the pink and purple towels that were color coded for each girl. They even found a way to hang a little abstract painting in the room to make it look slightly better.

There was no real living room due to a lack of space and funds so the girls had two desks in the room with mismatched chairs so that they at least had somewhere to study and pile their crap.

Through a door on the other side of the kitchen and common space was the bedroom. Straight back from the door was Aksana’s bed tucked in the corner. In the corner to the right of the door was Carina’s bed. Both girls had twin beds with storage underneath. They’d hung floating shelves all over the room except for the far wall parallel to Aksana’s bed. Carina had saved up and worked extremely hard to purchase a little projector that the girls could use to watch TV together while sitting on the older twin’s bed. The girls had opted for twin beds so that there would be room for them to have a comfortable chair tucked in the remaining corner of the room, along with a fluffy rug. On the wall opposite the door, was a tall, thin window, centered in the room. The girls had hung some sheer white curtains and fairy lights to make a light curtain that shielded them from any prying eyes on the fire escape. There were no ceiling lights in the room so they hung LED lights to frame the perimeter of the room as well as glow-in-the-dark stars in an accurate star map. A little collection of handmade clay mushrooms decorated one of the shelves above Carina’s bed and polaroids of the girls together and with their friends were arranged above Aksana’s. While there was a distinction of items based on which bed they were around, it appeared as though the items were fair game for both girls.

Tears prick Carina’s eyes at the thought of never seeing home again. Of never seeing the home that she and Aksana had made for themselves, albeit dingy and cramped with lousy neighbors and no security. Home was home and they would never see it again. She looks up into Agent Moore’s brown eyes before holding up a number two.

The trio finishes their journey in a comfortable silence before Moore opens a heavy metal door. Inside the room is a metal table that’s been bolted to the floor along with four metal chairs. Inside the room are four men all dressed in black. Three of them wear complete suits complete with black ties and sunglasses, even though it’s nearly 4:00 am and they’re inside. The last man wears a full three-piece suit minus the jacket and has a white tie. His sunglasses are purple-tinted. Odd.

After some back and forth with Moore and Dawson, the agents step out of the room to stand by the door. The man turns to the girls with a soft grin, “Alright girly, you ready to go? One of my teams is at your apartment as we speak to pack a few essentials for you two so that you have something when we get home. Let’s go.”

His smile falters when Carina ignores him, moving to give Aksana a side hug. The girls clearly have no intention of moving any time soon, he didn’t want to but he decided this was the only way to handle the delicate situation.

“Come with us.” The leader of the four men orders. The twins look at each other skeptically. Carina, in her bruised-up glory, steps slightly in front of her sister, hands tensed at her sides. The man raises a brow over his sunglasses, “No need to get hostile Ms. Vilkov. We are not here to hurt you, but we will be taking you with us one way or another. Now, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Explain our options and where we’re going, and maybe. MAYBE. We’ll come with you. If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I’ll rip your face off.” Carina snarls, words slightly distorted by her injury.

“The easy way is you come with us willingly. We will take you to Mr. Mezzasalma’s personal jet. From there we will fly to Genoa, Italy where you’ll be picked up by your brothers. They will take you home. The hard way is this; You resist, we subdue you, you wind up in Genoa, Italy, and you meet your brothers. Either way, you will be going to Italy, meeting your brothers, and coming home. Your father awaits your return.” The man stares, face neutral as if he didn't just casually describe kidnapping.

Aksana grasps Carina’s hand, making the younger girl relax slightly. The younger twin lowers her left hand slightly with a silent exhale.

“Alright…You say we have brothers? Why aren’t they here? Why did they send a bunch of gangster wannabes instead of picking us up themselves? Also,” she fixes her confused eyes on the middle man with a white tie, “Did you say Italy?! We can’t just up and leave the country! We have..like homework!”

The group of men stifle snickers at the futile attempt at excuses. Carina looks each man up and down, assessing their threat level. Her eyes scan the group before landing on a stocky, tattooed man. He has purple-tinted sunglasses and she has definitely seen him somewhere.

The man smirks as he watches the girl’s brow furrowed in confusion. She can’t quite place where she’s seen him but she definitely recognizes him. He steps forward with an outstretched hand, “The name is Nicholas Stone, call me Nix.”

“You…” Carina’s face scrunches further, eyes scanning his face for something to give away the reason she knows him, “You!”

“Me!” There it is. She’s figured it out.

“...Thanks. You saved my ass back there.” A pale hand reaches to run through her hair. Carina nods to Aksana while giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“You said Italy? How long will the flight be, if you don’t mind me asking Mr… uhm.. Nix?” Aksana’s fingers tap Carina’s hand rhythmically as she speaks up for the first time.

The men note that, while nervous, the girls work to hide it. To the untrained eye, they would seem mostly unbothered. Nix raises his right hand to his earpiece.

��Alright kids, your brother, my boss, wants wheels up within the hour. It’ll take Nearly 40 minutes to get there, leaving us only 15 minutes of wiggle room. I’m glad you’re cautious but we do not have time for this.” Nix swishes his hands, shooing the girls toward the door. The two men standing outside the door nod to their boss and the agents as the group walks toward the building’s exit.

Aksana drapes her arm around her sister’s shoulders. All the older twin wants right now is to talk to her sister in private. She clearly won the fight but her face is almost half covered in bandages! What the fuck happened? Who was she paired against?! Both girls are clearly stressed, hungry, and exhausted.

Two black Lincoln Navigators pull up in front of the building. Nix opens the back door to one, helping Carina into the back row before Aksana joins her. Before he shuts the door, a man with red fingerless gloves walks up with two blankets.

“Ah Knuckles, what’s up? You got the stuff right? Boss wants wheels up in,” Nix checks his watch, “47 minutes.”

Knuckles smiles as he reaches back to give the girls the blankets, “Yeah, I figured they may want these, it's fucking cold man. The poor kids are in shorts for fucks sake. These were on their beds, I assume they mean a lot and honestly, they’ve been through a hell of a day.” He hands a fleece tie blanket that has white music print on one side and a lilac fabric with pastel stars and basketballs to Carina. He frowns seeing her messed up face. “Damn kid, the fuck happened to you? When’s the last time you had any pain meds? Shit looks like it hurts!”

Nix slaps the 23-year-old man upside the head successfully spurring him to hand Aksana a fleece tie blanket with the same music side but a pale pink side with darker pink floral stems. The strong bro hands Nix a little bag to give to the girls on the plane, it holds gummy bears, jellybeans, deodorant, new toothbrushes and paste, a few hair ties, and their phone chargers. Nix claps Knuckles on the back before climbing into the front passenger seat. Knuckles moves to the other SUV while a pretty young man and another woman take seats in the same vehicle. Two men join SUV 1 in the row in front of the two overtired teens.

As the Navigator starts the 40-minute journey to the airport Nix turns around to look at the girls. “Carina, Aksana, meet my friends, coworkers, and associates, Beck, Smokes, and Watchman. Beck and Watchman here were in the room with us when you were debriefed, Smokes was on the squad that went to your apartment to grab a few essentials. She was in charge of the team Knuckles was on when he got your blankets. Nice blankets by the way.”

Carina offers a little wave as Aksana greets the woman driving the SUV and the two men sitting in front of the two.

Nix pulls out his phone to inform his boss that they’re on their way to the airport as the car falls into a comfortable silence.

Beck turned from his spot behind the driver’s seat to let the girls know they were nearing their destination only to find them asleep. Camera clicks sound as he snaps a few pictures of the girls snuggled up in the back. Carina’s head leaned on Aksana’s shoulder with the older sister having secured the younger in her arms. Both were covered in their respective blankets and looked cute as they finally got a little rest. Beck didn’t want to wake the two yet so he motioned for the rest of the car to stay quiet until they could get the girls onto the plane. The group’s collective idea was that it would be easier to carry the teens onto the plane and get them settled rather than coaxing them onto it. They were still on a schedule after all.

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marvalinafangheart · 5 years ago

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Where are you?

Marvalina pulls her small beat up rowboat up onto the shore with a small grunt. She left her crew at the ship.

“Captain. I must object. You have been dreaming about this place for over a year now. This was literally the place you were taken from. It could still be a hazard to you.” Big Jimmy follows his small captain around the ship as she gets ready to disembark.

“Jimmy. I understand your concerns. But look at it!” She points to the small seaport village, “It is completely abandoned. There is nothing left but empty buildings, being overrun with foliage.” “That is what I am worried about. Captain, you don’t know what lurks in those bushes. What if there are more mon- worgen ...” Jimmy looks at the wooden floorboards of the ship. Marv reaches up and pats the half orc’s shoulder, “I get you are concerned Jimmy and I appreciate it. You have always looked after me.” She offers him a kind smile. “But what if something happens to you Captain. Think of the kids. What will become of them if you die here today?” Marvalina chuckles, “You know very well today is not the day I die. I still got nineteen more years left.” Big Jimmy sighs and pats her hand, “You put too much faith in that seer.” “I have known her for a long time Jimmy. Longer than I have known you, not once have her predictions ever failed me. She told me that Zandryl and Vamillia would be born. She told me that when I fell I would rise again born of the sea.” Marv takes her hand of Jimmy’s shoulder and unties the small rowboat tied to the side of her ship. Marv pulls on the leavers and drops it down into the water slowly, “I will be back before nightfall tomorrow.” Once the rowboat touches down on the water she throws her survival pack over the side of the ship and into the rowboat. When Marvalina turns around she sees her entire crew has gathered. Such concern fills their faces. Some of these men such old sea dogs she never would never have thought they could show this level of emotion. Marv takes in a deep breath, “I DON’T PAY YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BOOT LICKERS TO STAND AROUND GAWKING! GET TO SCRUBBING MY FLOORS! I SEE ONE MUDDY FOOTPRINT WHEN I GET BACK YE CAN SCRAPE THE BARNACLES OFF THE FLYIN’ BITCHES ASS WITH YER TEETH!”

Instead of moving to do what she ordered one man from her crew, Little Jimmy walks up to Marv carrying her captains hat. He hands it over to her, “Come back.” Marv looks down at the hat and takes it with a shaking hand. She looks at her crew slightly amazed before she puts it on her head. Marvalina’s face stern as she nods once to her crew. Her orange hair whipping through the wind. In sync her entire crew puts their right fist over their hearts in a salute, as she grabs onto the rope and slides down to the row boat below. With a simple wave of her hand and the smallest of spells it speeds forward. Standing with one foot on the bow she lifts her chin raising her head high. She was coming home.

Once the rowboat is rested and hidden on the shore, Marvalina comfortable with the thought of no one taking her one way back to the ship. She adjusts the pack on her back and sets off into the town proper.

Looking around she can see the carnage left behind on this town. Toppled over crab cages. Bones and bloodstains lay sporadically on the ground. As she walks through the docks her eyes catch a glimmer of something shiny on a skeleton. She walks over to examine the remains only to find a larger human holding on to a smaller one, a wolf’s head pendant with rubies for eyes resting around it throat. Marv pulls out her own matching pendant holding the golden wolfs head in her hands. “What were we?” She decides to leave the remains where they lie but vows to come back with her crew and give everyone a proper burial. Something everyone deserves. Rest at last.

Marv continues to walk up the docks. Focusing her mind for anything familiar. But the problem with returning home...is everything seems familiar, as well as nothing.

Marvalina walks through the alley way that leads to the town proper when she hears footsteps running through the town square. Slowly she pulls out her flintlock and scimitar. With her back pressed up against the wall she slowly leaned around the corner to just in time to see someone run down another alley.

Who are you? Why are you here?

Marv looks around to make sure the way is clear. Steeling her nerves she decides to follow the mysterious figure. Creeping between buildings and ducking through alley’s Marv is just a few steps behind the mysterious person. Only catching a glimpse of them each time. As they both migrate to the edge of town Marv stops dead in her tracks. Realizing where they are leading her. Right to where it happened. Right to where her old life ended and her new one began. The church. Marv puts her scimitar as she watches the figure run into the church itself. The doors no longer on their hinges, instead resting on the floor. The windows broken and shattered as vines creep inside the building. Remains lay strewn about the front steps. The paint peeling in some places and nonexistent in others. It takes Marvalina a loing while before she can even move. Memories of the church flooding through her mind. The pristine white building. The kind minister preaching love with in the Light on the front steps accepting any and all into the hallowed place.

Marvalina’s hand tightens around the grip of the flintlock. Knowing one of those bodies is his. She walks towards the church. Ghosts of her past running by as if they were real, the abandoned street bustling with life in her mind. Memories of the fallen, now fresh and brought to life in her long forgotten memories. The sound of the church bells ringing on Sunday morning. As she braces the front steps she hears a giggling behind her.

Marv turns around to see the ghost of a little girl standing in the middle of the street.

“I wouldn’t go in there?”

Marv squints, “Why? What’s in there?”

“The wailing men.”

“Wailing men?”

“They call out her name, one in sorrow. The other in pain. He tortures the other day and night. Never letting him die for what he did to her.”

“Her who?”

“The taken one.”

Marv looks back to the building and then to the girl, “And if I go in there?”

“You’re going to die down here.”

Marvalina pulls the hammer back on her flintlock and smirks at the little girl, “Sorry to disappoint kid. But no one is getting me. Now run along.” The ghost girl fades out of existence and Marvalina shivers, “Note to self. Figure out why she is still lingering here.”

Marvalina slowly makes her way through the arch way of the church her pistol pointed up as to not accidentally fire on a friendly. She looks around the room only to find nothing the whole of the small church abandoned. She walks down the center aisle up to the altar once again as a shiver runs down her spine.

The small table which she once stood before, large claw marks mar the surface of the oak. Marvalina lightly presses her fingertips to the scratch marks. Leaning over to get a better look her hair falls over her shoulder. From the back looking like she has none at all. Lost in thought she doesn’t hear the man approach her until it is too late.

The voice a low growl, “What are you doing here?”

Marv doesn’t turn around instead she just looks at the blown out stained glass window. Her leather gloves hiding how tightly she is gripping the handle of her pistol, “Searching for answers. If you have come to rob me. I advise against it. If you have come to kill me. I advise against that too. You will be dead before you even hit the floor.”

The man slowly paces back and forth, “This is my home--you have no right to be here.” “Last I checked this was a church not a home. But, got to say. Love the decor. Going for a haunted grimey feel. I can respect it. Not my style I prefer silks and feather beds but to each their own.”

The man growls again the sound of metal scraping on the wooden floor makes Marv’s spine tingle as she stands up. Her hair falling down her back.

“Put your weapon away. I can promise you I will fire before you can even lift it.”

“Orange…” Filled with sadness followed by rage the man charges at Marvalina, “WHO ARE YOU?!”

Marvalina waits for the right second. Spinning around she draws a dagger out of her boot and jabs the barrel of her flint lock under the mans chin. She looks down and tapps the dagger against his inner thigh having not seen his face.

“I am Captain Marvalina Fangheart-”

The man’s voice chokes up as he drops his weapon which causes Marv to finally look up, “Marvie…” Tears welling up in his eyes Marv is met face to face with her former fiance. Her jaw drops as the memory of her wedding day comes flooding back. It wasn’t him who turned into a wolf. The wolves were not even wolves. They were Worgen, her people. Crashing through the stained glass window and taking her away from him and slaughtering everyone in the room.

“Nathaniel.”

“M-Marvie.” Nathaniel reaches his hand up to lightly caress her cheek but she shoves him away.

“Get off me!” Marv groans as she holds her head, “Get away!”

Nathaniel steps closer to her and she let’s out a wall shaking roar shifting to her worgen form for just a second before going back to normal.

‘What did they do to you?”

“What do you think Nathaniel?! They turned me into one of them. Where were you? Where have you been?”

“Marvie-”

“Don’t call me that! Only one person in Azeroth get’s to call me that now and it is not you. You left me to die!”

“I tried to go after them I did! But by the time I came too they were all gone! I-I tried to figure out where you went but- I couldn’t. Please Marvie can I just-” He reaches his hand out to touch her again.

Marv points her flintlock right in between his eyes pressing it against his forehead, “The girl told me there were two in here. A torturer and one being tortured. Which one are you? Answer me truthfully and I may let you live.”

Nathaniel hangs his head out of shame, “I was the one doing the torturing.”

“So who is the other wailing man?”

“Richard.”

Marv once again, is shocked into lowering her weapon, “He is still alive?”

“As of three days ago...I think.”

“You think? Where is he?”

“I don’t know. He escaped, I was chasing him down tracking him, and then I saw you in here.”

“Wait- so you weren’t the one who lead me here?”

“No I was out looking for him.”

Marvalina holds up her weapon again and slowly turns around examining the room. She looks up at the ceiling. Scratched into the wooden beam above, decorated with splinters and blood.

Welcome home little sister. Enjoy your stay.

Pinned to the beam much to Marvalina’s horror is Big Jimmy’s bandanna.

“I have to leave. Now.” Marvalina takes off running out of the church. Her heart pounds as her feet hit the cobblestones below. Nathaniel runs after her, keeping close behind. When they make it to the docks her ship is no longer in sight. Marvalina curses under her breath and tries to teleport out. Her hands light up with arcane energy only for them to flicker out.

“Fuck. Fuck work!”

“You can do magic now?”

“I have changed a lot since last we met.” She continues to try, “Shit! He isn’t going to let me leave. I have to get back to my crew. I have to get back to my kids.” She flicks her wrist a couple times.

A loud thunk comes from behind. When she turns around Nathaniel is on the ground unconscious and bleeding from the back of his head. Marvalina bends down, “Nate. Nate!” She rests her hand on the back of his head and when she pulls it away it is covered in blood. Marvalina looks up. The church steeple shining in the light of the setting sun. One could mistake it for looking brand new. Then suddenly...everything. Went. Black.

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